#gris smut

ZANKA — Long ‘n skinny, still manages to prod right at your cervix. Circumcised. Doesn’t have many veins, just the one running down his shaft but it’s enough to catch your eye. His tip’s pink ‘n flushed ‘n impossibly cute, and he’s soo sensitive. Tries to act like he isn’t, but just a little rub or lick to his tip, even a kiss and his slit’s already droolin’. No hair—feel like he’d wax, and if there’s any, it’s barely visible, thin and light. Probably tastes a little salty, though somehow with sweet undertones that throw you off. He’s well-groomed, duh. It’s legit Zanka.

TAMSY — Just like the rest of his appearance, his dick is also angelic ‘n really really pretty <33. Prettiest dick ever. Trust. A grower and he’s circumcised. His balls are so heavy ‘n round ‘n soft, they’re super sensitive. His cock curves a little, and his tip is a really pale pink, and when there’s pre on the tip, it’s shiny ‘n resembles a licked lollipop. He’s not that hairy, deff has hair but it’s blonde and thin, not super visible. Probably tastes salty sometimes, cause there is no way he’s not sweating under all those heavy ass layers of clothes.

JABBER — HUGE. He’s hung and big and massive. Uncut. A shower and a grower. Legit, gets bigger inside of you. Has a couple veins runnin’ down his cock, and he cums buckets. Big, fat breeder balls. His tip is crazy, round ‘n bulbous, and a bit darker than his actual skin tone. He’s hairy, like real hairy ‘n the hair is darker in color and kinda coils/curls. Might, have a piercing just ‘cause he likes pain ‘n just ‘cause I said so. He’s kinda gross ‘n probably tastes bitter. (still swallowing <3)

CORVUS — One look at this man ‘n you can just tell it’s big. He’s a shower. Circumcised. Really pretty, it’s curved to the right ‘n a couple veins. Cums in spurts and he’s thick, but not too thick to hurt. Feels sooo good when he’s inside ‘n he definitely knows how to use it. Minimal hair, and he tastes sweet, doesn’t have a particular scent. Well groomed and takes good care of himself.

you let out an irritated sigh, “you don’t need my mouth, you want it.” you caress his balls instead, and he loudly hisses through his teeth with his eyes screwed shut, his weeping cock twitches against his stomach.

you sneer with disgust. “you expect me to give you permission to cum when you can’t even differentiate between the two?”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆“i heard a rumor that GRIS is super vanilla during sex. i wouldn’t doubt it. he won’t lift a hand to hurt a fly.”

his patient and sweet nature is all factual to who he is a person, however there is only so much he can tolerate. overwhelming responsibilities and back-to-back raids are headaches as it is, but when you act up in the way that you do, it gives him a pass to take out all his frustrations.

smack! a sudden sharp stinging pain spreads across the skin of your ass, causing you to let a muffled whimper. your back adjusts the arched position it’s in, farthing your stomach into the mattress. gris’ warm palm then soothingly kneads at the effected area afterwards.

“you should know better than to act the way you did today. were you trying to get my attention?” his voice is authoritative, low and guttural. he doesn’t allow you to get a word in as another harsh smack lands on your ass, the sound ripples through the air.

his cock buried deep inside your wet cunt allows for lewd squelching to occur when you attempt to fuck yourself on his length. he stops you with a tight grip onto your hips. not forceful enough cause pain, but enough to feel a hefty amount of pressure against your hipbones.

he tsk at you from above, not satisfied with your greed. “do i need to teach you some manners?”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “ i heard a rumor that TAMSY is some kind of sex freak .. but you know it’s always the quiet ones that are the freakiest.”

none of his colleagues truly know him outside of what little he pick and chooses to share, which leads to more outlandish narratives to emerge. he won’t confirm nor deny, although that facade of his cracks so delicately during the dead of night.

the hot wax dribbles off the candle stick and lands in droplets onto your exposed tits, trailing down to your pebbled nipples. you gasp and instinctively clench your thighs together for friction, tamsy takes notice of your actions and lets out a dry chuckle, almost mocking you.

“hmm? does my angel want to be fucked?” his voice is devoid of emotion, tresses of blond hair left loose to inch down his back. a finger of his tugs on the tightly enforced ribbons that restrain against your body. a work of art his craftsmanship is, while you are his muse.

tears softly prickle in the waterline of your eyes. you’re unsure if it’s due to pent up arousal or being up on display like this, you’re slicked folds uncomfortably stick together and the dried up wax sits heavily upon you.

tamsy cocks his head to the side then captures your chin in his grasp, tilting it upwards. his eyes darken with something disgustingly sinister, “i don’t think sluts who cry deserve to be fucked.”

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ꒰ ₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ ┆ “i heard a rumor that FOLLO is waiting until marriage to have sex, he is so innocent that it just makes sense.”

he’s got everyone fooled with that boyish charm of his. from his friends to colleagues, but off the clock it’s almost sickening how depraved and perverted he is. he could fuck you for five hours straight without interruptions, if possible.

he gets off to the mundane aspects of life, curating them to fit a particular fantasy. like sneaking into your bedroom to bully his cock past your slightly parted lips and into your mouth as you’re fast asleep. getting hard from the dazed look on your face as you awake from slumber.

you stir in your sleep, feeling something foreign slowly drag in and out of your mouth until gaining full consciousness, already knowing who is it.

humming contently, you welcome him by using your warm mouth to sweetly wrap around him, cheeks hollowed out as you softly gag in intervals.

follo’s hips instinctively twitch with his set pace soon turning sloppy, “yeah that’s it, you can take it. take it all for me..”

Arkha Corvus

sometimes he lets you have your fun and other times he teases you right back like its nothing

but to you, it's quite literally the furthest thing from nothing

his teasing is so much smoother compared to yours and it always makes your chest flutter

"Well, sweetheart? You said you wanted me, so take me."

he had you sat in his lap where you were basically cock warming him, too embarrassed and too sensitive to move

his eyes are set on you with a watchful gaze, arms crossed over his chest and a smug smile on his face

when you lean forward into him and mumble that you can't because you're too sensitive his hands move to caress your hips before lifting you up then slamming you back down over his length

"Hmm, what a shame. I guess I'll have to take care of you then."

August Stilza

bye August is so easy

you can't tease him and expect him not to be ready to drop his pants at any moment

when he finally gets you under him, you're avoiding eye contact and hesitant to touch him

"Baby, don't leave me hanging! This is all your doing!"

he gives you a few kisses up the side of your face, watching it twist with embarrassment as he ruts his clothed cock against you

your legs try closing around his hips as you attempt to scootch away which causes August to whine, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in the side of your neck to keep you still

"Noooo don't run from meee!!"

he is far less focused on "punishing" you for your teasing than he is on getting off 🧍

he's just as sensitive and whiney as you are (if not more) but that doesn't stop him

Bro Santa

lowk Bro gives me brat tamer vibes

he's sweet and service top leaning but only when you deserve it

you're not getting off easy after all the teasing you do 🤷

he gives you a firm slap on your thigh, not enough to hurt but enough to get his message across: stop moving

he works his tongue over your most sensitive parts between your legs, holding them open and pinning them against the bed every time you try to wiggle away

"Be good and quit squirming for me, yeah?"

and just like always he makes you cum hard with nothing but his tongue, licking it all up before looking at you

he reads your expression for any signs of real discomfort before dipping his head back down to repeat the process until you can't cum anymore

Enjin

it's not easy to tease Enjin because he's quick to shoot remarks right back at you

the only difference is he can back it up

"C'mon, wheres that bold persona from earlier?"

he has you face down ass up with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, all while you whine into and claw at his bedsheets

every time you try to pull away/off of him he's pulling you back in by your hips so that his own meet your ass with a loud smack!

he shakes his head with a disappointed sigh when you complain about how you "can't handle it"

"Yeah you can. Just stay still for me, m'kay?"

he switches from his lazy, dragging pace to quick and brutal thrusts that may have well sent you straight through the mattress below you

he smirks down at the sight of you, crying and moaning all because he feels "too good"

don't worry though; once he's done he'll be real nice to you

Follo Tunito

he'd never seen you so shy before

he'd barely even gotten your pants off before you were a flustered mess, unable to keep still beneath him

he was almost convinced that you weren't ready or he'd done something wrong

"Hey, are you okay? We can stop if you want.."

when you explain to him that you want to continue but you're just sensitive he's a bit stunned

he does his best to be gentle with you, taking things slow and kissing away any tears that might slip from you eyes

you guys are pretty much cuddlefucking: maximum skin to skin contact and oh so sweet

his words and the roll of his hips are so gentle that it almost heightens your sensitivity

after you cum the first time he checks in with you, just to make sure it's ok to keep going

Gris Rubion

most times he lets you do/say whatever you want but Gris still has his needs

whenever your words get him particularly riled up he mutters a half-sincere apology before folding you in half

he knows how sensitive you are (hence his apology) but he can't bring himself to worry about that all too much when you've pretty much been sexually torturing him with your words/fleeting touches

the position he has you in makes it physically impossible to squirm or wreathe; he knows you and knew you'd try

he can't even bring himself to feel bad when you tell him how "mean" he's being through tears

"I know, 'm sorry love" (not really)

Jabber Wonger

straight up laughs at you

genuinely will be so mean about it

he leans back with a grin on his face, holding a firm grip on your hips while he bounces you on his lap

absolutely LOVES the way you claw up his wrists and arms while trying to wiggle away but there's no escaping Jabber

"Naaahhh, you're not getting away from meee!! You're the one who said you wanted me under you, remember?"

he even goes as far as to mock you/your moans Jabber you little shit

Jabber turns it into a game of "who's gonna tap out first" (spoiler alert: its usually you)

he keeps fucking you until your bodies are sticky with sweat and cum while you beg for mercy

Tamsy Caines

"What happened to that attitude of yours?"

he's smirking down at you as you try squirming away from him, one hand keeping your wrists pinned down and the other working between your legs

"All that talk and you can barely handle my hand/fingers? How pathetic"

most times he settles for keeping you relatively still by holding you down himself

but other times? here comes Tokushin!

that way you can't try escaping or pushing him away

he takes in the sight of you wrapped up in blue rope, your back arching off of his mattress as your legs shook

he hums in amusement, only pulling away when you really can't take it anymore

and since you did so well he'll give you a break before rewarding you with the real thing <3

Zodyl Typhon

teasing ZODYL? you're playing a dangerous game my friend

he's a pent up, ticking time bomb and when he reaches his limit he's pinning you down and fucking you like a bitch in heat

he rests his entire weight on you with a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet

"Act like a brat and you'll get punished like one, my dear."

he doesn't care if it's 'too much'; he's going to make you count how many times you've came and if you lose track you have to start all over again (and he doesn't even have a set number for you to get to...)

by the time he's done with you you're thoroughly fucked out; shaking, crying and leaking cum

August - Squirting

“Augie,” you whine, hand gripping his hair as he licks over your sensitive clit. “Feels so good”

“Yeah?” He says, waiting for you to nod before he leans back down. He sucks on your clit as he pushes a dildo inside you. He’s no stranger to toys; he's fond of using them on you. You're a few orgasms in, back pressed against August's desk as he holds you in place. You're soaked, chest heaving and writhing while August sucks at your clit. He can't help it; he loves how you taste.

You're going to cum again, you can feel it building. It's an unfamiliar feeling in the pit of your stomach as August works the toy into you even faster. Even while he's eating you out, he’s not quiet, moaning against your skin. A few more thrusts and you finally cum, you cry out his name as you gush around the toy. August pulls the toy out of you, but he doesn't move away, drinking up everything you have to offer him. His tongue flicks over your clit again, but you’re too sensitive and push his head away.

“Fuck baby, that was so hot,” He says. He kisses his way up your body. “You sounded so beautiful.” His voice is whiny and desperate. “I need to see it again, need to make you do that around my cock”

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Bro - Blindfold

He works so hard, he needs some time to let go. When you tell him as such, he says that whatever you’re willing to give him is perfect, and you don’t have to do anything extra for him. He’s perfectly fine spending any time with you. When you suggest that there's something else you want to try, he’s all down for it.

You’re completely naked, straddling his lap, wrapping his bandana around his eyes. He lets you do as you please, enjoying the sensation of your hands on his body. Then you back away, and he can’t feel you anymore. He focuses on what he can hear; the sound of you shuffling down the bed is clear. When you press a kiss to his left thigh, he jumps, clearly not expecting it. You giggle, and he lets out an amused exhale. You press another kiss to his hip, and he gives the same reaction. “Doesn’t it feel more intense when you don’t know it's coming?” you ask, punctuating your question with a bite to his other thigh. The sensation makes him moan.

You pull back for a moment, leaving him with zero idea of what to expect, then take his hard cock into your mouth. The sensation makes him moan out, jerking his hips slightly. His hand flies to the back of your head as he gets lost in the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around him.

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Corvus - Public Sex

“When I ask you to do something, you say ‘Yes, Sir’ and do it” Corvus grunts as he bends you over his desk. You’re the only person, besides Semiu, who can get away with giving the boss attitude the way that you do. You still get punished for your teasing words; it's just very different from what anyone else would receive for pushing him. One of his hands grips your hip, holding you in place as he guides his thick cock into you. When he bottoms out he pulls you up so your body is flush against his. “Are you going to keep talking back to me?” He asks. It takes a while to rile him up to this point, but it’s a special talent you possess. You say “No, Sir,” but the grin on your face makes it clear to him you’re lying. He tuts, shaking his head at you.

He lets you go, pushing you back down. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck the disobedience out of you”

“Yes, Sir,” you moan, as he finally begins to move. A harsh hand comes down on your ass, and the force jolts you forward. You squeal at the sting and immediately cover your mouth, something Corvus clearly doesn’t like. He reaches forward pulling your hand away from your face.

“Are you ashamed of how I make you feel?” he asks.

“No, it's just that Enjin and Semiu are right outside.” You can feel his cock twitch when you say it. He looks over at the door, realising it’s not locked and they could come in at anytime.

“And what’s wrong with them seeing? What if I just invited them in so they can see that you can, in fact, behave?” His thrusts are harsher, his grip on your hips is tighter, almost as if he’s trying to make you louder. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir”

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Enjin - Cum Play

“Shit, we’re out of condoms” He says, throwing the box behind him. You’re so needy that your instincts take over and you pull him back down into a kiss.

“Promise you’ll pull out?” you ask as he kisses down your neck.

“Fuck yeah”, he breathes against your skin. He reaches down to guide himself into you, moaning at the feeling. He kisses you again as he fucks you. Though he’d never verbalise it, Enjin is a huge sap when it comes to you. The kiss is intimate, and it spurs the two of you on. His hips snap against your thighs as you tremble in his grip. He feels so good, you know you wont last. “Im gonna cum. Cum for me, pretty girl,” he says, reaching down to play with your clit. He wants to feel you cum around him before he pulls out. You cum hard, body tensing beneath Enjin as he tries his best to hold out while your perfect pussy pulses around him.

Enjin can’t hold back any longer, he pulls out and wraps his fist around his cock. He cums with a groan of your name, and you stay in place as he coats your tummy in the cum. When he’s done painting your body, he takes a few moments to look at you. You’re breathing heavily, makeup smudged, sweaty and covered in his cum; you’re his. His cock starts twitching as he looks at the reminder of how good your body makes him feel.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby. Look so good covered in cum” he groans as he drags two fingers through the mess on your stomach. He lifts your fingers to your mouth, smiling as you happily take the fingers into your mouth.

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Gris - Marking

It's the next morning, while he's getting dressed, that he sews the marks. He presses his finger into the blooming mark on his hip, sighing at the dull ache that follows. You've left your mark all over him and the idea that you've claimed your territory has him getting hard in his pants.

He considers trying to ignore the feeling, but when he looks down at you still lying in bed, he's overcome with the need to rail you again. You immediately greet him when you feel his weight dip into the bed.

“You left your claim on me” he says, pulling you into a kiss. “Want to do it again?” He asks as he takes off his shirt. The idea that if anyone get a glimpse of the marks, they'll know he belongs to you makes him unbelievably horny. He does belong to you, and he intends to show you that with his cock. It doesn't take long for him to get the two of you down to underwear and positioned so that you're now straddling him. You grind your hips against his as you suction your lips to his neck, leaving behind a mark that he won't be able to cover up.

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Semiu - Bondage

She has your wrists bound to the headboard with sturdy handcuffs as she teasingly kisses your body. She Wants to see you writhe and scream her name as you take what she gives you. She's had the idea for a while now. Though she's always been a tease, this new kink seems to have brought out a whole new side of her.

She is between your legs, holding a vibrator to your clit. She's been edging you for what feels like hours, everything you get close to cumming, she shuts off the vibrator. She loves seeing you writhe and tug at the handcuffs as the frustration builds. She watches as your back arches and your hips instinctively roll against the toy. A satisfied grin stretches across her face as she once again clicks the toy off.

“Fuck, Semiu. Please just let me cum” you whine. She puts the toy down and shuffles forward. You can feel the tip of the strap she's wearing slip between your pussy lips and catch at your entrance. You whimper at the feeling, desperate for any stimulation.

She pushes in just the tip and stops. She watches in amusement as you attempt to adjust your hips and take more of her but are unable to due to your restraints.

“Oh baby, we've only just started”

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Thank you so much for reading, I want to write more for gachiakuta!

Arkha Corvus whose cock is genuinely hard to take, his height being such a turn on for you and for him. He practically envelops you, no matter what size you are, skinny or chubby, he dwarfs you. so as he slowly fucks his fat cock into you, each thrust slowly pushing more and more of his cock in. He’s whispering sweet nothings combined with nasty words into your ear, making you drip. You feel so stuffed full, even if he’s only halfway in, the squelch of your first orgasms against the both of you is disgusting. Hes got you in missionary, and then pushing your knees up up up, reaching your ears, needing the slow push and deep angle to fully slip into you, and when he does, you know you’re not getting any sleep tonight.

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Enjin who has you in doggy, his big hand splayed across your lower back, his fat cock pistoning in and out, at a steady pace. It makes you sob, the way his massive cock just draaaaggggsss against your sweet spot. the arch in your back allowing him to pull you back and forth, a lazy rhythm that has you sobbing. He’s fucking teasing you, edging your pleasure, you need more, want more. You grab his hand that’s on your waist, nails digging into his wrist. It’s painful how his cock brushes your sweet spot, almost too much but never enough. His massive hands roam your body, teasing your nipples, groping your hips, squeezing the fat on your ass. And after what seems like forever, his finger circles your clit/tip, pushing you over the edge.

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Gris who has you laid over his lap, ass red and throbbing from the spankings he gave you. You were a brat, you deserved it, yet it didn’t help the whine slipping through as three of his thick fingers plunge into you, abusing your sweet spot. Your body is throbbing with pleasure, thighs shaking. It hurts, the pleasure hurts, his fingers hurt but they hurt so good. fat tears trickle down your face as he denies your orgasm once again. Thighs red and sore from spankings as well, it was too many, and both you and him gave up on counting. And when he finally has you doggy style, sinking into your wet heat, you cum almost immediately. It’s pathetic how worked up you are, and he doesn’t stop, not until he’s finished filling you up for being so good for him, so good to just take the punishment that you deserved.

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Bro Santa who has you chest to back, hand around your throat as he fucks into you, holding you up by your neck. His cock, thick and long, knocking the air out of your lungs with each thrust. Such a big man with very even proportions to his height, his other big hand pressed against your lower stomach just so he could feel himself. It’s dizzying how well he knows your body, how well he fucks into your sweet spot, the pressure on your neck dizzying enough to amplify pleasure. His lips next to your ear, and he’s promising you that he’s gonna fuck you enough, cum enough times to give you a baby, to give his son a sibling. And he makes true to his promises, tiring you out with so so many rounds, spilling into you. Even if it’s not possible that you can get pregnant, he doesn’t give up, not until your sex is dripping with his release.

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August who finally lets you fuck him, your hands on the lower part of his thighs, pressing his legs up up up, letting your cock/strap slip deeper and deeper into him. He whimpers, the sheer size of you stretching him out oh so good. And oh god he’s loud with how good it feels, eyes rolled back as your hips slowly roll against his. His nosies get worse as your hips pick up pace, snapping against his. You let him cum, but you don’t stop, not when he begs you to have mercy on his poor ass, not when a minute later, he begs you to go faster. You’re being so mean to him, so mean with his pleasure, just like he is sometimes with you. He blabs on as you fuck him dumb, he becomes oh so stupid on your cock/strap, promising he’d never ever be mean to you ever again.

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Follo who loves watching you ride him, hips twitching, hands grabbing at your waist. He’s pathetic, whimpering and whining, eyes rolled to the back of his head. He’s so pretty like this, covered in sweat and cum, all blissed out. You can’t help but ride him into completion again, and again, his cock dragging against your sweet spot, his past few releases squelching around. He whines for you, begs for you to keep going, even after his hip twitch, even after tears prick his eyes. Even when he sobs, three orgasms deep, and when you slow down, worried about him, he just lets out another sob and beg. He wants you to keep going, to use him for your own pleasure. He’s in heaven, your hot hot wetness only amplified by his past releases’ noises slipping and squelching between you two.

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Tamsy who ties you up, using a vibrator against your most sensitive spot, sitting nearby to simply watch you whine, watch you shake with pleasure. He’s ruthless, not stopping even after you cum. And when he finally gives in to all your pleas and begging, finally sinking his long cock into you, he doesn’t hesitate to continue to tease, to take pleasure for himself. He’s selfish as his slow thrusts edge you, watching you attempt to squirm, to get more friction. Those glass like eyes pierce you, you can’t tell what he’s thinking when you beg and squirm against him. He doesn’t give in, not for a while anyways, not until he’s cum at least twice does he give you the satisfaction of an earth shattering orgasm. Tamsy is a mean mean man.

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Zodyl who kneels for no one but you, sinking in between your legs, mouth hot against your sex. You really think he’s doing it for your pleasure? no way in hell. He does it cause he’s a munch, he does it cause he enjoys it, cause he loves your taste, cause he loves the way you attempt to squirm away once an orgasm has crashed on you. He loves the desperate pleas and whines, the way your nails dig into his broad shoulders. The way you shake from overstimulation, the way your face looks wrecked, tear soaked and spit soaked. The way your pretty sex looks, wet, slobber and your own juices mixed. You’ve tugged on his hair way too much, trying to take him away from his meal? How insane you must be to disobey him. He’s done when he says he’s done and you haven’t come nearly enough for his liking. You on the other hand, you can’t get enough of how he looks in between your legs, mouth soaked from your past releases, face buried against your sex, tired eyes watching your every move. It makes your skin heat up, it makes you crave more.

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Jabber who lets you hold a knife to his throat as you ride him, scratch marks littered his body. He’s wrecked, ruined, you’ve ruined him for anyone else. You had started this sexcapade by tracing the knife down his body, over his most sensitive parts, occasionally drawing blood, then making him cum, over and over and over again. It didn’t matter how much pain he felt, it only made him want more. you made sure to not cut too deep, we wouldn’t want to have to explain the injury’s to a healer (he gladly would tho). His lips bleeding, tongue bleeding from your bites, neck littered in scratch marks and bite marks. Heaven had to have sent you down cause you were so perfect for him.

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There’s nothing in the world that gets him harder than sinking his cock down your tight throat and fucking your mouth like a second pussy. He’ll lounge back against the headboard, one tattooed hand lazily tangled in your hair, golden eyes half-lidded and that shit-eating grin carved deep into his cheeks while he guides you exactly how he wants it—slow and sloppy at first, then ruthless when you start to drool. 

He loves the way your throat bulges, the wet gagging sounds, the tears that spill when he holds you down just a little too long. He’ll buck up lazily, chasing that tight heat, cursing low and filthy when you swallow around him. And when he finally spills down your throat? He keeps you there, grinding through it with a low groan, making sure you take every drop like the good little barrack bunny you are. 

But when he does eat you? He’s mean and greedy about it. 

You never see it coming. One minute you’re teasing him—maybe straddling his lap in the common room after everyone else has crashed, grinding against the growing bulge in his pants just to watch those golden eyes darken. The next, he’s got you pinned on your back on the nearest flat surface, knees shoved up to your chest, his broad shoulders keeping you spread open. 

Enjin doesn’t tease. He devours. 

His mouth is hot and relentless, tongue dragging through your folds like he’s starving, sucking hard on your clit until your hips jerk and you’re crying out. He’ll growl against your soaked cunt when you try to close your thighs, strong tattooed hands gripping harder, holding you wide open so he can bury his face deeper. Two thick fingers curl inside you without warning, pumping mercilessly while his tongue flicks and laps at your clit in messy, greedy strokes. 

He eats you like he’s trying to ruin you—loud, wet, obscene sounds filling the room as he sucks and licks and fucks you with his fingers and tongue. He’ll pull back just when you’re about to tip over, grinning that infuriating dimpled smirk while you whine and try to chase his mouth. 

When he finally lets you tip over the edge, he doesn’t stop. He keeps going—greedy, mean, overstimulating you through it until you’re shaking and sobbing, thighs trembling around his head. Only then does he pull back, lips shiny and chin wet, looking far too pleased with himself as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

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Zanka:  Zanka also prefers to be eaten. Finally using your mouth for something other than teasing him with your bratty quips. 

He’s not as openly cocky as Enjin, but there’s a quiet intensity to it that makes it even hotter. He’ll sit on the edge of his bed or lean back against the wall in some shadowed corner of HQ, legs spread just enough for you to settle between them. One hand rests on the back of your head—firm but not forceful—guiding you slowly down his cock with that familiar stern expression. 

His lips press into a tight, controlled line, navy eyes locked on yours like he’s trying to prove he’s completely unaffected. But his leaking cock gives him away, twitching hard against your tongue every time you swirl it around the head or take him deeper. The faint flush creeping up his neck and the way his fingers tighten in your hair betray how much he’s fighting not to thrust up into your warm, wet mouth. 

He loves the eye contact, even if he denies it—those big, watery eyes looking up at him while your lips stretch around him. It makes him feel in control, even when his cock is leaking steadily down your throat and his breathing starts to hitch. He won’t moan loudly, but you’ll catch the quiet, shaky exhales and the way his abs tense under your hands. 

But when he does eat you? He’s totally mean about it—in that stubborn, childish Zanka way. 

He’s weirdly squeamish about going down on a woman, muttering about how it’s “gross” or “not necessary” even while his fingers are already buried inside you. He prefers using those long, bony fingers—fucking them past your folds with precise, almost clinical strokes, calloused pad grinding firm circles against your clit when he feels like being generous. 

You’ll be spread open on his lap or pinned beneath him, whimpering and rocking against his hand while he watches your face with that stern, slightly flushed expression. Complaining that you’re squirming too much.  

Only when you start begging—really begging, praising him in that breathy voice he secretly craves—does he finally relent. Despite complaining about how much of a spoiled brat you are and that this is just to shut you up.  

But once his mouth is on you? The complaints don’t stop, even as his lips attach to your clit in gentle, almost reverent sucks. He’ll grumble between licks, while his tongue flicks and circles with surprising skill, fingers still pumping steadily. He acts like he’s doing you a huge favor, but the way he presses his face closer, the soft hums vibrating against you, and how he refuses to stop even after you’ve come once tell a different story. 

He’s mean in his reluctance, but thorough once he gives in. And the whole time he’s eating you out, he’ll keep that tight-lipped control—until you praise him again, then watch his ears turn red as he doubles his efforts just to shut you up. 

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Gris: Gris lives for your pleasure. 

Of course, he likes having you between his legs like any other man—those big, calloused hands gently guiding your head as you take him into your mouth, his low, rumbling groans vibrating through his chest while he praises you in that deep, steady voice. But it’s never his main focus. 

There’s something about watching you fall apart for him that hits different. That’s where he truly thrives. 

He’s more than happy to spend hours between your plump thighs while you lay comfy on his bed, completely relaxed and taken care of. Gris will kneel right at the edge of the frame, broad shoulders settled between your spread legs, giving you the entire bed to sprawl out on. No rush. No selfishness. Just pure, focused devotion to making you feel good. 

He starts slow and thorough—large hands gripping the soft meat of your thighs, holding you open as he kisses and nips along your inner legs, working his way up until his warm breath fans over your already slick folds. When his mouth finally closes over you, it’s with a deep, satisfied hum, like he’s the one being fed after a long mission. 

Gris doesn’t tease for the sake of being mean. He teases because he wants to draw every little sound, every shiver, every roll of your hips out of you. His tongue is broad and patient—long, slow licks through your folds, circling your clit with just the right pressure, then dipping inside you like he can’t get enough of your taste. He’ll suck gently on your clit, then firmer when your fingers thread desperately into his blond hair. 

He can stay down there for ages, strong arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you anchored while you squirm and cry out. When you get close he doesn’t pull away—he doubles down, groaning encouragingly into your pussy as you come on his tongue, working you through it with steady, relentless strokes until you’re shaking and oversensitive. 

And even then? He doesn’t stop right away. He’ll keep licking you softly, almost reverently, cleaning you up while you catch your breath, pressing gentle kisses to your inner thighs and mound like he’s worshipping you. 

Only when you’re boneless and glowing does he finally rise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling up the bed to pull you into his arms. Then he’ll kiss your forehead, voice low and warm against your hair and praise you about how well you did for him.

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Follo: Poor Follo can’t decide. 

He loves the feeling of sinking into your soft throat, rutting into your mouth like a desperate mutt in heat—whining and panting, hips jerking forward in short, eager thrusts while his honey brown eyes flutter half-shut in bliss. But he also loves having his head between your thighs, lapping at your clit with such ferocity it makes your head spin. The way he buries his face in your pussy, moaning like he’s the one getting spoiled, tongue working desperately against your swollen clit and slick folds. 

So most nights, you two end up in a messy, eager sixty-nine—with Follo on top so he can have the best of both worlds. 

He’ll crawl over you with that needy, flushed expression, sharp black bangs falling into his eyes as he swings a leg over your head. The second his cock slides past your lips he lets out a broken little whimper, hips already twitching forward, chasing the wet heat of your mouth. At the same time, he drops his face between your spread thighs like a man starved, arms wrapping around your hips to pull your pussy flush against his mouth. 

Follo doesn’t do anything halfway. While he’s fucking your throat in shallow, greedy rolls of his hips—leaking steadily, balls brushing the bridge of your nose—he’s devouring your cunt like it’s oxygen. His tongue is relentless: messy, wet circles around your clit, long licks through your folds, sucking noisily whenever your thighs start to tremble. He moans and whines the whole time, the vibrations shooting straight through you, hips stuttering harder every time you gag or swallow around him. 

You're just along for the ride—a warm, slick hole for that eager, puppy-like boy as he devours you completely, from top to bottom.

He sets the pace—frantic and needy—rocking between your mouth and your pussy like he can’t decide which feels better. Hands usually ending up gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks, holding you right where he wants you while he loses himself completely. 

When he gets close he gets even sloppier, face pressed so tight against your cunt he can barely breathe, tongue flicking wildly over your clit as he fucks your throat with desperate little snaps of his hips. 

He’ll whimper against your pussy about being close, the words vibrating deliciously before he tips over the edge with a muffled, broken cry, spilling hot down your throat while he keeps licking you through your own orgasm like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. 

Even after he finishes, Follo stays buried between your thighs for a while longer—nuzzling, licking softly, pressing lazy kisses to your oversensitive clit like he just can’t help himself. 

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Bro:  Bro is the perfect mix of Gris and Follo. 

He truly loves eating you out. At thirty-five, the massive Cleaner knows exactly how to make you cum—how to work that huge tongue in ways that leave you shaking and sobbing. But none of that experience stops him from devouring you like a starving man who’s finally found salvation between your thighs. 

He eats you with the raw, passionate hunger of an inexperienced teenager—long, dragging licks of that broad tongue from your entrance all the way up to your clit, groaning deep in his chest like your taste is the best thing he’s ever had. His hands grip your ass or thighs with reverent strength, pulling you closer as he laps messily and noisily. Sucking gently on your folds before flicking that thick tongue against your swollen clit over and over. 

He’ll rumble, voice low and commanding, that you sit on his face.  He doesn’t ask. He demands it. No matter how embarrassed the position makes you, no matter how much you hesitate—he’ll simply grab your hips and pull you down until you’re properly smothering him. 

And once you’re there? He’s in heaven. 

Bro’s huge tongue works you relentlessly—long, fat licks that cover your entire pussy, swirling around your clit before dipping inside you. He moans and hums the whole time, the vibrations shooting through your core as he eats you like he’ll die if he stops. His massive cock is rock hard and leaking profusely in his pants, throbbing painfully against the fabric, but he couldn’t care less. He won’t let you touch it. Growling against your dripping cunt if you try to reach for him, his focus wanting to be solely on you.  

When the orgasms start hitting you hard and you eventually fall forward, exhausted and trembling against his broad chest, Bro simply wraps one massive arm around your waist and holds you there— trapping you against his warm, solid body. His other hand stays on your ass, guiding you to keep grinding against his face while he continues slurping and sucking on your clit like it’s his favorite treat. 

He won’t stop until he’s satisfied. Until your thighs are shaking uncontrollably and you’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you cum. Only then will he finally ease up, pressing soft, almost apologetic kisses to your oversensitive pussy before gently maneuvering you off his face. 

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Tamsy:  Honestly? Tamsy doesn’t actually care for either. 

What he does care about is the psychological edge. The delicious power of having you completely at his mercy, whether you’re choking on his cock or falling apart under his fingers. He thrives on control, on watching that sharp, bratty mouth of yours reduced to desperate, broken sounds. 

When you’re on your knees for him, he’s merciless in the most elegant way possible. He’ll hold you down on his cock with one graceful hand tangled in your hair, forcing every inch down your throat until your cheeks burn red and your eyes water. Your fists pound weakly against his thighs while he coos at how cute your fighting is, in that velvet-smooth voice, golden eyes half-lidded with dark satisfaction. 

He keeps you there right on the edge—until your vision starts to blur and your lungs scream—only releasing you at the very last second. He watches impassively as you pull off gasping, coughing, and sucking in desperate gulps of air. Saliva drips down your chin while you struggle to recover, him just watching you with that soft innocent smile of his while his eyes beam with sadistic cruelty under long lashes.

When it’s your turn to be on the receiving end, he’s even more devastating. 

He’ll have your arms bound tightly behind your back, face pressed flush into his mattress as he fingers you with cruel precision. Two elegant fingers curling perfectly against that spot inside you, over and over, until you’re squirting all over his hand and the sheets. He doesn’t stop. He keeps going—pulling orgasm after squirting orgasm from your exhausted body until you’re delirious, shaking, and babbling from dehydration and overstimulation. 

Only when you’re truly begging for mercy, voice hoarse and broken, does he finally give you something new. 

He’ll hook his thumb into your ass, using it as leverage to yank your hips higher. Then that refined, angelic mouth latches onto your abused clit in a nasty, messy suck—tongue swirling and lips slurping loudly, completely at odds with his usual pristine image. The contrast is filthy and overwhelming. He’ll keep that thumb buried deep, tugging and pressing while he devours you until you’re screaming into the sheets.