Enjin has a little issue with the chokers. Not a mechanical one per se, or even an issue with receptions. It’s the timing.
You’ll be sitting in a meeting, notes being jotted down quickly as Corvus explains a mission while Semiu sits and listens, providing feedback as needed. You’re fully engaged; hand moving at rapid speed as the meeting continues on.
And then the chime comes in. Corvus stops, Semiu turns, and you answer.
“Hey sexy, whatta ya wearing’?”
Enjin’s raspy tone is unmistakable, drawl lazy.
But you don’t catch what he says when you don’t answer; choker already off your neck and tossed into the hallway with the slam of the office door.
And it keeps happening, no matter how many times you scold, scream, and ignore.
One time at lunch, Rudo and Riyo seated across from you bickering about something trivial, and your choker rings. Out of reflex, you answer.
“You in the room? Got a pair of somethin’ pretty for ya later… can’t wait to rip-“
Having to explain to Corvus why your choker was hiding in the pile of food scraps was embarrassing, but the quiet was worth it.
It escalates, because it’s Enjin, and you keep leaving your choker somewhere else or try throwing it off into a polluted zone, but it always finds its way back to you…. Settled on your pillow with an artificial flower tucked under it.
“Tulips are your favorite, yeah?”
You turn, eyes adjusting to the darkness as Enjin’s frame blocks the doorway.
“Maybe…”
Enjin hums, staying put. You watch him for a moment, head cocked to the side like you’re observing something new, too afraid to touch it.
“We gonna keep doin’ this?” He asks, breaking the soap bubble silence.
You shrug. “How many more chokers do you have left?”
“None.”
You shrug again. “Alright then… you coming in or what?” Your eyes darted to the open door.
Enjin smirked, and slammed the door shut hard enough to knock over the vase of fake flowers you had collected…. All of them tulips.
a/n: rushed but I loved the idea and needed it out of my brain!! Because look at me and tell me he wouldn’t do this??
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Caleb x fem!reader
CWs: heavy pseudo-incest, stomach bulge, Caleb's a meanie, dub-con if you squint but MC's into it, trust
Please enjoy my 'fuck you' to the incessant censorship of Caleb's trope in EN.
"Caleeeeb!" You whine, digging your heels into Caleb's ass trying to get him to push deeper inside you. "Stop being mean! I'm your sister!"
"No, no, noo." He chuckles cruelly. "I’m just your friend remember. That was how you introduced me to your work friends, riiiight?"
"You-you know I don't want that!" You stutter.
His cock slips in the tiniest bit further, his tip notching inside your hole, before sliding back out again.
"What do you want then?" He drawls. "You want me to call you my baby sister while I’m fucking you?"
You nod, tears brimming in your eyes from the frustration of him refusing to fuck you like you need.
"You want me to talk about how much I looove being deep inside my sister's little pussy?" He goads.
"P-please." You whimper.
"Ooh, but I'm just your little childhood bestie." He gives a harsh thrust into your cunt, finally burying himself to the hilt. "The little boy you hung out with for playdates."
He's getting mean and he sounds genuinely disgusted at the idea of not being your brother.
His thrusts are slow but so incredibly deep. You peek down at your stomach and can see the hint of a bulge pressing through with each snap of his hips.
"Oh f-fuck." You moan, pussy clamping down around his cock.
"I'm not the brother who taught you everything you know." He says through gritted teeth. "Not the brother who practically raised you, who bandaged your knee and wiped your tears when you had a fall."
Your tits bounce every time he drives his cock into you and, god, somehow you can feel him in your throat.
"Caleb, please." You whimper again quietly.
"Noooo." He continues, paying you no mind. "I’m just your sweet, innocent friend who happened to live with you," He grunts, shoving his cock in your cunt to emphasise his point. "Be adopted by the same person as you," Another firm thrust. "Who called you his sister his whole entire life."
A tear rolls down the side of your face. You're so overwhelmed, not only by the feel of his cock deep inside your pussy but by the words spilling from his mouth.
"Definitely - hng -" His voice is strained. "Definitely not your big brother who fills your needy cunt every night."
Caleb's thrusts become frantic and his cock keeps slamming into your g-spot over and over again. You can feel the rise in your tummy building up, the one that signifies you're about to make a huge mess all over the sheets.
And then he stops. Holds himself impossibly deep inside you with a long groan.
"F-fuck you, Caleb!" You cry hoarsely. "I was about to come!"
"Say it." He enunciates with purpose, eyes piercing into yours. "Say I'm your brother."
"You know you are!" You pout, refusing to give in.
"Stop being stubborn." He presses down gently on your belly where his cock is peeking through.
"Oh god, Caaaleeeb!" You're keening underneath him, the tip of his cock rubbing up against your g-spot with every desperate roll of your hips up to him.
"Say. It." He leans down even closer to your face, breaths intermingling. "Or I won’t let you come."
You try to turn your head away from him but one of his hands comes up to grasp the back of your head, turning and pulling it up so your foreheads are pressed together and he stares deep into your eyes.
"C'mon." He coos softly. "Be a good little sister."
You let out a quiet sob.
"Y-you're," You sniffle. "You're my b-big brother."
"Mhmm." He moans loudly, fucking into you relentlessly once more. "That’s right, my sweet, baby sister."
The fist in your hair tightens and you feel his hot breath against your face.
"I’m not your fucking kid friend from your childhood." He snarls.
"I’m."
Thrust.
"Your."
Thrust.
"Brother."
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Enjin snorted, lips cracking into a smirk. “Nope, this was the only room they had.”
You dropped your bag onto the floor and turned to pop your head out into the hallway. “Oi, Gris- switch with me?”
The Blonde Supporter walked out into the hallway calmly and shook his head. “Absolutely not; I’ve paid my dues and slept in the same tent as Enjin on more than one occasion.”
“Well,” you noted, “then sleeping with him in a bed would be a massive upgrade!”
Gris smiled in a way that had pity oozing from his expression. “No.”
The door slam echoed in the hallway as you turned back into the room and slowly closed the door behind you. Enjin stood in the middle of the room, throwing his bag onto a chair as he poked his head into the bathroom. You followed in behind him, taking in the small shower as you looked into the other room. Enjin clicked his tongue.
“Well, better than nothin’ I guess,” he noted, moving back from the doorway.
You were sure Enjin was pleased about the situation. He liked to get under your skin; make your temper flare and face turn red. It didn’t help that you maybe, a very small part, might find him attractive. Someone would need to be blind to disagree that Enjin’s whole vibe worked. You caught more than one woman hanging off of his arms when you were out at the bars.
You watched the type of women who he took back to these same fucking hotel rooms. You knew you didn’t have a chance, and this just felt like such a punch in the face. To be able to mimic something you had thought of so many times, only for it to be treated like a joke. Well, you were grown, you could handle it.
You had to handle it.
You and Enjin kept quiet as you both settled into your room, sun setting and casting a golden glow. The mission had forced you to stay here, trash beasts too far out to go home the same day needed to be destroyed and well. Not much you could do about it really. The town you all were in was small but lively, streets bustling even as they sat so close to a known polluted zone.
You had pulled out one of the worn paperbacks in your rucksack when Enjin popped out of the bathroom, patting his face dry. “Goin’ into town.”
You nodded once, moving to take up the one arm chair nestled into the corner of the room. “Have fun and make sure to bring the key, I’ll probably be asleep by the time you get back.”
Enjin watched you as you snapped the book open and snuggled into the chair. You avoided his gaze on purpose, instead deciding to read the publishing information like it was the next great novel. “You not coming?”
Your head snapped up to stare at him, eyes squinting before you corrected your gaze. You shook your head. “Nah, it’s been a long day. I’d rather unwind here with a book.” You shrugged, looking back at the same page.
Enjin huffed. “You’re invited by default, you’re a Cleaner. We gotta stick together, now hurry the fuck up and get ready otherwise Gris is gonna leave without us.” He threw the towel down and moved to pluck the book from your hands, tossing it on the bed.
You looked up at him blinking owlishly, mouth opening and closing as you attempted to form words to formulate a response. And Enjin, the motherfucker, just sucks his teeth and cocks his head in the direction of the bathroom before walking out of the room.
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The bar on mainstreet was loud, but loud in a way that felt like a warm, familiar blanket. The tables are all full but organized, people bustling from one group to the next but never knocking into each other. The bartender had welcomed the group with a flourish as you all walked in. Tomme followed behind Gris, with Enjin and Follo picking up the rear as the door closed and the night chill rushed from the room.
Enjin was a bit antsy; energy buzzing under his skin after a mission gone okay. It could have gone worse but they all walked away without major injuries. And, it was the first mission in the last few months where Enjin could weasel getting away with leaving the kids at home.
Jokes aside, he genuinely felt like a father sometimes, taking in strays as he traversed the Ground. It was nice to get away from the responsibility of watching over his group of ragtag runaways and outcasts, if too quiet…
Anyways, he was thankful for some break and the company wasn’t terrible. Gris was always down for an evening out and about when they were spending time in another locale. And Follo took little to no convincing to get him to come out. Tomme was one of the most agreeable people he knew, so she agreed to anything set forth for the evening. You on the other hand…
Significantly harder nut to crack.
Don’t get Enjin wrong, he tried on more than one occasion to get you to join in. But, to his detriment, you were usually the one who was volunteering to take the kids back. He always thought it was just some sense of responsibility you felt but after tonight he was leaning more towards you doing that to avoid him. And that in and of itself wouldn’t usually bother him.
What bothered him, no lie, was he didn’t know why.
Look, he knows that you have a crush on him. As if it’s not obvious, but he’s not gonna call you out. But normally, when girls have a thing for him, they hover. Which generally he enjoys. There’s a certain swell to his ego that doesn’t happen unless he has a couple pretty things hanging off of his arms.
Usually the issue is getting them to leave, usually with promises he makes with the intention they would be broken. Sometimes with a number that wasn’t his scribbled somewhere before he left…At the expense of getting screamed at by Alice when she has to explain why she isn’t Enjin’s roommate after one of them call.
Regardless, Enjin was confused by your constant attempts to avoid him. He knew you weren’t shy; he’s seen you out with your friends, joining into conversations sober as a stone, not a drop of booze to build your confidence. He’s seen you flirt your way into free drinks, dinners, and even a spare car part when you were in a pinch.
Why was it him that you decided to bestow upon the silent treatment until that crush faded away?
“Enjin?”
His eyes snapped up to Gris as he sat down into the stool next to him. “Where were you just now, man?”
Enjin blinked and didn’t answer as he turned his head back to bartender to flag down and order. He stayed silent as the drinks were made, only letting out a gruff cheers to toast before throwing back the drink in full like a shot. Gris took a sip.
“That was expensive whiskey you just shot back like bottom shelf vodka… what’s up?” Gris questioned, nudging his knee against Enjin’s. Enjin shrugged.
“Nothin’. I’ll be fine,” Enjin mumbled, eyes now flickering to the door as he watched you walk in, your own eyes moving to look around the bar trying to find where everyone had run off to. He caught the look of relief on your face when you found him, ignoring his own heart skipping.
Gris lifted a hand to wave you over, mumbling something along the lines of damn, must be a special occasion if she’s been convinced to come out.
Enjin rolled his eyes, and flagged down the bartender for another drink.
A special occasion indeed.
Enjin kept his eyes forward as you approached, knocking back the shot immediately and asking for another. The bartender rolled his eyes and brought over two shots, shaking Enjin’s hand away as he tried to pay for the extra.
“Nah, give it to the pretty girl.”
The crack that came from how hard Enjin clenched his teeth had to be audible to the others around him. But, he didn’t say a word, and simply pocketed the cash again and handed the shot to you as you moved to stand in between where he and Gris sat.
“Oh! Thank you,” you smiled, gratefully throwing back the shot before making a face as the alcohol burned your throat.
“Wanted to buy you a shot to celebrate you comin’ out,” he lied, ignoring Gris’ eyeroll he caught over your shoulder.
You blinked a couple times and looked away, quickly. “Don’t gotta make a big deal about it.”
Gris chose to budge in then with a barking laugh. Enjin was grateful for the distraction as he thought about ordering another drink. The last drink tipped him just over the line of comfortable for this early in the night. He needed to be sharp… well.. Sharpish.
You leaned into Enjin slightly, and he didn’t dare move. Gris looked over at him, smirk growing as he took a drink of his beer. Enjin shook his head slightly, attempted to convery what he hoped was ‘fuck off’. You were oblivious to the exchange, leaning over to grab the other drink you had just ordered. Enjin wasn’t oblivious to the wandering eyes as you leaned over the bar; his own temper flaring.
He was sure you were going to kill him. Surely, you were an angel hellbent on torturing him and if he wasn’t going to die soon, then he was already in the eight layer of hell where something he thought he wanted barely even spared him a glance.
Semiu would call it melodramatic but, eh. Sue ‘em for liking to use some flair when he was feeling like it.
Regardless, he was seconds away from making you wear his jacket when you popped back down with a smile on your face and a drink in your hand. Enjin felt his anger melt away and he smiled back. “Happy you came out now?”
“For cider like this? Absolutely,” you chirped, sipping a bit from the top of your glass. You hummed as it hit your tongue. Swallowing, you looked towards Enjin.
“Next round on me?”
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You were sure the bar closed at 2am. Damn near positive.
So when you looked at the clock in the hotel room and it read ‘3am’, you were a bit taken aback. You followed into the room slowly behind Enjin, heavy steps weighed down by the rounds of drinks. The door was gently closed, lock quietly rushing into place.
“Shit,” you mumbled, taking in the single bed you had forgotten about around round four.
Enjin continued into the room and shrugged, moving his arms out of his jacket and dropping on the table. “Yeah, that didn’t go anywhere, and it won’t be goin’ anywhere.”
You huffed a breath, feeling suddenly petulant. ‘It’s unfair.. You should be sleeping with Gris, or Follo.”
Enjin ignored your whining and started to rustle through his bag to look for a change of clothes. When you didn’t continue, he deemed it safe to announce he was getting ready for bed and moved to the bathroom to change.
As the door closed shut behind him, you moved to undress but decided halfway through tacking the zipper of your jacket that it wasn’t worth your effort. You plopped face first onto the bed and snuggled into the pillow. You laid on top of the covers, blankets bunching up under your knees as you tried to get comfortable.
The alcohol was like a warm blanket over your brain, thoughts dulling to a pleasant buzz as you fluttered your eyelids to try to stave off the spins. It worked for a time; and you listened to the quiet hum of the AC unit as it cooled down the evening air.
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Enjin has had his luck work out for him a few times in his life. It always takes him a second to believe it, usually. And do you blame him really? Like, take now for example! When he walked out of the bathroom, still pleasantly buzzed with a freshly rolled joint he was gonna ask to share with you when, to his surprise, he saw you passed out in the bed.
The luck came from the fact that you finally just gave in to sharing with him. And, hell yeah! That meant that maybe, just maybe, you would let him into your orbit.
(Also the sleazy side of him is just happy to have something pretty to wake up to, sex or no.)
Satisfied that his thoughts were in order, Enjin moved over and placed a hand onto your boot. With deft fingers, he unlaced one and then the other before tossing them on the floor. You let out a little breath and maybe he caught the slight twitch of your eye but, other than that, you remained perfectly still.
He reached down as he walked up to bed down by your head, a large hand brushing gentle against your shoulder.
“Hey,” he whispered, scared to pop the little bubble the moment created. “You wanna get under the blankets?”
You huffed in response, flopping over onto your side dramatically. After a moment or two, Enjin moved and pulled the blanket down and watched with a smile as you begrudgingly moved to allow him to open up the bed. After he had gotten you comfortable, he moved to the other side and quietly got in, turning off the lamp as he covered himself with the blanket.
He closed his eyes as his head hit the pillow, almost falling asleep immediately…
Until you rolled over.
Suddenly, he felt your icy cold hands move to wrap around his wrist as you used it for leverage to pull yourself to him. Once close enough, you swing a leg around him, effectively forcing him to turn away. Once you were happy with how he was laying, you moved to place a leg between his, wrapping your foot around his calf. Next came a strong arm wrapping around his middle, with more strength than expected, and forcing him back against your chest. Your head dipped foreword, forehead knocking against the nape of his neck and your warm breath fanned across the back of his shirt.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” he grumbled, secretly pleased at your movements. You snuffled into him, nudging closer.
Taking a breath through his nose and exhaling out his mouth, he closed his eyes and resigned himself to a night of trying to sleep.
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The morning came in sharply, light breaking through the slats in the blinds and bathing the room in sun. You blinked, nuzzling further into the pillow by your head. You had just closed your eyes when the pillow suddenly shifted, gently moving your arm from where it had been wrapped tight.
“Wakey wakey,” Enjin greeted, smiling sharply as you opened your eyes fully.
“No fucking way,” you moved quickly, taking your arm from his grasp to lift up the covers.
“Easy tiger, nothin’ happened,” Enjin moved your hand and uncurled your fingers from the blanket. He was kind enough to let you hold it up to confirm that yes you were both dressed. Actually, you felt a bit overdressed, suddenly taking notice of your belt digging into your hips.
“I don’t remember getting home-”
“I took you. Well, I guess we all took you?” Enjin muttered, pushing himself further up into the bed. “We all stayed until the bar closed, Gris even. We all kinda came back together. I just made sure you fell into the bed and not the floor.”
You hummed, closing your eyes again and biting your tongue to stave off a wave of nausea. “That makes sense.”
You didn’t catch the way Enjin tracked the sudden tensing of your shoulders, like you were expecting some sort of blow, physical or otherwise.
“I ain’t mad about this, if you’re worried about that.”
You didn’t answer, but you did peek one eye open to look up at him.
Enjin huffed and scooted further back down the bed again to lay at your eye level; even if that meant having a foot dangle off the edge.
“You’re kinda stupid for a smart girl,” he teased, before leaning towards you in an attempt to kiss.
You moved back, dodging the attack and letting him land his lips on your cheek. With gentle hands, you pushed your hands against his chest and pushed him back so you could look into his face.
“I won’t be a joke to you.”
Enjin blinked. “What?”
You shook your head, heart thrumming. “I know you don’t like me, like that. And I’m sure word’s gotten to you about how I feel so, don’t fucking feel obligated. Like I’m some joke you get to pass around later.”
Enjin blinked. Again.
You continued on. “I just hope you have some respect for me, as a coworker, to not treat me like one of the other women I hear you talk to Gris about.”
“You done?” Enjin asked, lazily. You sized up how he was looking at you, mouth set in a firm line and eyes cold.
Suddenly, all the confidence you had previously had vanished, but you still nodded.
Enjin sighed, his expression falling as he reached up to cup your face in his large hands. You flinched a bit, but settled into the hold well enough, moving your own hands to grip his wrists.
“I do, like you like that. I musta did a terrible job if you never noticed,” he admitted, rubbing his thumbs against your cheekbones. “Thought you've been avoiding me because you stopped wanting me and well…” Enjin shrugged, flashing a grin.
“I don’t appreciate you doing this to me when I’m this hungover,” you smiled at him, still slightly unsure.
Enjin narrowed his eyes. “Well, I was gonna do it last night but you kept drinking.”
“So did you!”
There was a pregnant pause before Enjin continued. “…anyways it annoyed the fuck out of me that all of sudden you decided I wasn’t worthy of your affections-“
“What the fuck kind of phrase is that?”
“Don’t interrupt, tryin’ to pour my heart out here.”
“So if I tell you I like like you, are you going to-“
And he cut you with a kiss, one that this time you couldn’t really dodge. His hands kept your head firmly in place as you responded, even with the headache starting to pound behind your eyes.
His hands kept you in place as you moved against him, lips meeting gently before Enjin decided that you wouldn’t run away from him anymore. You felt his tongue trace your lower lip, a zing rushing down your spine as you arched into him. You pressed your chest tighter against him, wrapping an arm around his neck while the other was trapped under a pillow. You felt it start to tingle as the muscles fell asleep, but fuck if that didn’t matter right now.
Despite the sour breath, the headaches, and nausea, your heart skipped a beat and you angled your head to deepen the kiss. Enjin swallows the noise you made, his own hands moving and grabbing at whatever he could reach.
It felt dizzying, to feel as wanted as you were now. Enjin was moving quickly but purposeful and you could sense he was trying not to rush by the subtle shake in his hand before it gripped onto you. The feelings you had hidden out of fear and embarrassment were returned in a way that had you close to fainting.
Which, ideally, you didn’t want to do yet, because hot damn he knew how to use his mouth when he finally shut up.
Enjin’s hand continued their move across your body, stopping only to readjust with a smooth but quick show of strength and he grabbed your waist and moved you on top of him as he rolled under you. The move felt practiced and you sat up, breaking the kiss but settling as you straddled his hips.
Enjin blinked once, cheeks flushed and pupils on their way to overtaking his yellow irises. You cocked your head, matching the smirk that threatened to spill across his face as he watched you. He nodded once, more to himself, and then bucked his hips. You let out a little noise, somewhere between a whine and a moan, before settling your weight more fully onto him.
“Nice view, huh?” He teased as your own eyes roved over the lines of his tattoos as they followed the the lines of his neck. You rolled your eyes and clicked your tongue.
“Seen better I guess..” you teased, starting your own roll of your hips that wiped the smug expression right off of his face.
Enjin leaned further into the pillows, moth now slightly gaping as he watched you move. It was flattering to have his full attention on your like this, still rumpled and fully dressed from the night before. You watched as his hands moved to settle on your hips, hands squeezing the softest parts of you.
You felt your own arousal pool in your belly, dripping down between your legs where you wished he would move his fingers to. You were shy, in this area at least. Enjin was clearly trying to let you set the pace, but it was never like this with the others. You were used to being rushed a bit, being a Cleaner didn’t afford a lot of down time to foster relationships, let alone consummate them. That’s not to say you weren’t on the same page as your partners, that’s not it at all. If anything, you were rushing them. But the way Enjin was acting right now, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing worth noticing, you didn’t know how to take it.
One part of you wanted to yell, to grab his hands and move them to where you wanted them to be. The other part, the lovesick part you kept locked away out of fear for the harsh world you were born into, wanted to just fall into his arms like one of those princesses in those second hand paperbacks Semiu gets for you.
“Where’d’ya go?” Enjin mumbled, eyes narrowed and hips still.
You smiled down at him, blinking to bring yourself back to the present; Enjin patiently waiting for you to make the next move.
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Enjin was in wayyy over his fucking head.
The look you’re giving him now, the little furrow of the brow and lips pushed out into a pout after you lost your smile…. That’s the shit that will kill him.
“Get out of your head,’ he asked, close to a beg. “Let me do the thinkin’ for a bit. Nothin’ will change if you don’t want it to, I won’t hold onto anything you need me to let go of.”
Your expression barely changed.
“Do you trust me?” He asked, a bark of your name when you looked away. “C’mon, answer. Do you trust me?”
There was a pause so pregnant that he thought it would give birth right there before you nodded once and leaned forward.
Your answer was whispered against his lips. The softest breath of ‘yes’ that had him shooting up to catch the rest of the words before they came out of your mouth.
Enjin pawed at you, hands fumbling with your belt with some finesse before finally giving up and yanking the material until there was enough room for him to stick his hand inside your waistband. August can yell at him later, he thought, as the seems ripped and there was enough give to get your pants moving down your legs. You sat up to help, gracelessly kicking them off as he worked on his own cargos, shoveling them down until he was able to get his aching cock out.
Lil’ Enjin had been so excited to join the party, slapping against his stomach as you dropped back down onto his thighs. He looked back up at you and saw your shirt still on so he moved to grab and tug at the offending piece of clothing.
“Enjin!”
“Less yelling more getting naked,” came his disgruntled response, helping you shove your shirt over your head, bra meeting the same fate as he pushed it over your head as well, not even bothering to unhook the clasp.
Enjin moved you off of him then, gently rolling you on to your back as he caged your head with his hands, painted nails digging into the starched sheets. He leaned back up and pulled off his own shirt and kicked his pants off the rest of the way. He stayed there for a moment and surveyed you, noting the hitch in your breath as his eyes scanned down to the apex of your things. He saw something shining, mouth already salivating at the discovery.
“You gonna let me make you feel good?” He asked, eyes staying locked on your pussy as you moved one leg, allowing him a bit more skin. He sighed, his own breath nearing a pant as he watched you keep the gates to his own personal heaven closed.
“Please, baby, c’mon now, you already got me on my knees…”
You watched him lower himself to lie on his stomach, broad shoulders moving to bully themselves between your legs and push them open. His hands were firm but gentle and he moved one of your legs to his shoulder. He shuffled closer, breathing now against your throbbing cunt. He could feel the heat coming off of you both, he was suffocating and the one way to oxygen was still shut away from him.
You let out a laugh and he felt tension he didn't know he was holding drain from him. You were happy enough to laugh, excited enough to let him continue even when he felt the leg on his shoulder shake.
“Don’t let me keep you then,” and with an exhale, you parted your legs completely.
His eyes were drawn immediately to your puffy clit, your arousal dripping down under the scrutiny of his gaze. He didn’t even register a thought as he dove in, mouth latching onto it and sucking, drawing a moan from you. He kept on, tongue laving and pressing flat as he drew in your lips, teeth grazing as he let go only for him to play at your entrance; teasing flicks of his tongue entering and then leaving as quick as it came.
He felt you move a hand into his hair, fingers gripping tighter the move he teased. Finally, he moved the hand not holding your leg to run his fingers around your opening while he continued to play with your clit, feeling it throb as he alternated pressure. His own cock pressed between him and the mattress was nary an after thought, more focused on seeing how far he could push you before you shattered.
“Taste better than any cake we could even find holy shit…” came his drunk reply as he finally stuck his middle and ring finger into your pussy. He felt the walls clench around them and heard your breath stutter as you were finally stuffed full. Your hips moved to grind against his hand, desperate for something that he was keeping just out of reach.
Sensing you were close, he moved to push his nose right against your clit, tongue hanging out of his mouth to allow you to ride his face to your finish. He was a sucker for being used, if he was being honest, something about making a man feel useful. Anyways, he was feeling pretty useful now as you moaned around his name and arched your back, cunt fluttering around his fingers and tongue as you came.
“Atta girl! Look at you!” Enjin moved back slightly to watch your hole wink around him, moving his fingers against your walls as you rode out your high. He risked a glance to your face, and regretted it immediately.
Your mouth had turned into the perfect little ‘o’ as you came down, breaths coming in gulps as your chest heaved. You opened your eyes slowly, blown pupils watching him as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. You let out a little noise at the overstimulation, trying to move the leg still on his shoulder but being trapped by the unoccupied hand.
“Enjin….” you whined, his name warping into some of the best music he’s ever heard as you tried to stave off another orgasm.
And then came the sudden hotstickyamazing feeling of his own release, covering the sheets and his stomach as his hips continued to grind against the bed.
Huh… didn’t know that was happening…
Well, Enjin didn’t like to leave things he started unfinished, so he dove his face back into your pussy, wet noises loud in the morning air, and moved his hand slightly to rub a finger against your asshole.
Enjin swears nearly drowning into your release after he did that is the closest he’ll ever come to dying peaceful.
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“So. You came?”
“Baby, shush.”
“... from eating me out?”
“Shush.”
“And humping the bed like a dog?”
“Girl, if you don’t be quiet…” Enjin threatened, with no bite, wrapping an arm tighter around you as you snuggled into his chest. Your cheeks were still warm with the afterglow, smile still easy on your lips.
“WILL YOU BOTH SHUT THE HELL UP-” Gris all but snarled, hitting the wall so hard that the clock fell from its post on the wall. Enjin snorted and sent back a slap to the shared wall of his own, sharing in your giggles as Gris was heard moving to sleep in the small armchair in the corner of his room.
“Poor Gris… has to sleep in the cuck chair and he didn’t even get to watch,” you sigh, relishing in the way Enjin’s chest moves as he lets out a bark of laughter.
Enjin slept like the dead in the mornings, eyelids open slightly to show off the whites of his eyes like a corpse forgotten on the side of the road.
A very handsome, warm, corpse.
You were trapped under one of his legs that had found its way across your hips and an arm wrapped around your middle. Your mouth was invaded by unruly blond hair as his head shifted on your chest. It was cute most mornings, his desire to be wrapped around you like some sentient blanket.
You gently moved him off of you, redirecting large hands as they tried to keep you in your comfy prison. You were able to fool his sleepy form with a pillow, looking on fondly as he snuggled into it. You moved to get ready quietly, aware of the early hour, and went through your routine with glances spared towards his sleeping form.
You went about your routine quietly before exiting the room and closing your door behind you, soft click seeming deafening in the early morning quiet. You quickly jotted down a note to leave for Semiu before making your way out the front door, arms wrapped around yourself against the early morning chill.
—-
Enjin remembered going to be with you. Like, 100% knows that there was a very warm body next to him when he closed his eyes last night. So excuse him for being a little irritated or perhaps, confused, as to why he woke up to a cold and empty bed.
“Baby?”
When he didn’t hear an answer, he got up, poking his head into the small sitting area sectioned off near the front of the room. No coffee had been started and he didn’t see any notes on the small table…
Where the fuck did you go?
He moved a hand to call on his choker but was met with a static noise instead of your voice. Wherever you had fucked off to wasn’t in range which immediately put his stomach into knots. The only times he can consistently remember a choker not working was being underground and there was zero reason for you to be there without him.
Or any backup really. But mostly him.
Deciding to trust whatever higher power, be it god or Corvus, who decided to send you out of HQ, he moved to start his own day. If his movements were jerky and more uncoordinated than usual, no one was around to see.
———
“Rudo! You see where the better half went?” Enjin asked, scaring Rudo as he walked up behind him. Rudo turned his head to glare at Enjin, the antenna he was turning around in his hands now slightly bent from his grip tightening so suddenly.
“No?” Rudo supplied, eyes tracking Enjin as he conspicuously checked around the courtyard for you. As if you would drag him into a game of hide and seek without letting him know. “You sure she didn’t leave you or somethin’?”
Enjin sputtered and turned suddenly, finger pointing accusingly at the boy. “No?! Why would you say that? Did she say something?”
Rudo watched as Enjin sped up the length of the courtyard to grip him by his shoulders, big hands trembling and causing Rudo to tremble along with them.
“Damnit, Enjin! Get OFF OF ME!”
“Not until you tell me if she told you she was leaving!”
“Why would she tell me?” Rudo asked, tone reaching hysterical as Enjin began to shake him roughly.
“BECAUSE SHE KNOWS IT WOULD HURT ME THE MOST.”
Enjin continued to shake Rudo until finally the small antenna in Rudo’s hands glowed red and grew exponentially. Enjin was thrown back with a dull thud, umbraker clattering a few yards from where he had landed. When he looked back at Rudo, the antenna had formed a small cage around the boy, glowing hotly.
“That’s a low blow, man,” Enjin complained, closing both eyes as Rudo stood up and started to move to get back inside HQ, cage disappearing to dust around him. “Rudo, why have you forsaken me?”
Silence.
“Rudo?”
Silence.
“OH CMON- NOW YOU’RE LEAVING ME?”
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“For someone with commitment issues, you sure are clingy,” Riyo observed, watching as Enjin moped at the mess hall table.
“Shut up.”
Riyo shrugged. “Just pointing it out! A man of contradictions, or just a hypocrite….”
“You’re the hypocrite,” he mumbled, turning his head so his face squashed against the table.
Silence engulfed the table as Riyo considered the statement. “Well,” she started, “I’m not the one acting like my partner suddenly was abducted, and then complaining when she acts like you’re serious about a future together.”
Enjin tilted his head up to lift his eyes to her.
“What do you know about that?”
“Girls talk,” she explained, moving some food around on her plate with a fork.
“What? You guys sit up at night braiding each other's hair and talkin’ about boys?”
Riyo leveled him with a glare, green eyes sharp. “Yeah actually, we do.”
The room around them continued to buzz with activity, Riyo quickly redirecting any questions regarding Enjin’s current status. She was content to let him mope, more food for her.
“But seriously Enjin, think about it,” she started, pointing her fork in his direction after taking a bite. “A little birdy told me that she has made it very clear how much she wants this to go somewhere, and a girl can only take so much. It wouldn’t shock me if she wants space and decided to take on something solo. Ya know,” Riyo tapped the fork to her temple. “Clear the air out.”
Enjin felt a jolt of anxiety crash through him, fingertips twitching. “... solo?”
“Yeah, small specialty jobs, we’ve all had them.”
“....I haven’t.”
“Because you’re useless.”
“...You’re on thin ice, kid.”
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After deciding that staying at Riyo’s table just meant more ridicule, he moved on to find someone else to share his anxiety with.
He’d tried to rope Gris into his little cohort of misery but he said he was ‘busy’ with ‘a mission’ and that he ‘had to clean up Enjin’s messes’.
Whatever.
Zanka was the next easiest target, sitting in his room reading, of all things, when Enjin popped his head in.
“Zanka, need a favor my man.”
“No,” came the dry reply, without Zanka even looking up from his book. “Riyo already told me, and I have no interest in dealing with this.”
Enjin pushed out his lip in a pout, nudging the door open further to allow himself entry into the room. “C’mon… don’t be like that…” He kicked and scuffed his shoe on the ground, tapping his toe and drawing with it on the floor. “Jus’ need you for like, twenty minutes. Max.”
“I said no.”
Enjin will deny it to this day but right then, when Zanka started acting like an elitist little brat, Enjin did in fact stomp his foot.
“Why is no one helping? She could be dead! A solo mission?! Her vital instrument is a goddamned notebook! What’s she gonna do? Give a trashbeast a million papercuts? I don’t think she’s even ever trained defensively before-”
Zanka sighed, loudly. “If you’re going to scream, can you do it outside of my room please?”
When Enjin didn’t comply immediately, assistaff roughly threw him out, slamming the door behind him.
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To be honest, Enjin really did not want to bother Semiu about this. For starters, he wouldn’t hear the end of it, and also he was worried about her answer. Because he knew you were close with her, and he didn’t want to hear about you deciding to leave after realizing what a fuck up he was.
Not one to show vulnerability, he had a reputation to maintain. But damn it he was worried.
Usually there was a call or a note or a message relayed through another cleaner but he’s heard next to nothing. To be gone for a morning without contact, yeah sure. But a whole day? Nah. Not cool.
There was a pit in his stomach about it, a general bad gut feeling that had him sitting next to the front entrance like a kid who forgot their house key. It didn’t matter if he was getting weird looks from the others, or that he was starting to feel his lower back hurt. He was fucking worried. Bottom line, and needed to be the first person to see you when you came back.
Womanizer or not, he wasn’t that big of an asshole. He can admit that he’s taken longer missions just to get away from you when you start to talk about ‘the future’ and yeah, maybe that would piss you off, but it always ended the same: you, him, and a bed.
And the thing is, sometimes it wasn’t even about the sex. Sometimes he just liked to know that there was someone he could go to and be there. There were minimal expectations with the way things were right now, less room for disappointment. He’s fucked up more times that he could count and it’s been fine because it’s been so casual, so easy. Adding a label? You’re adding liability.
A liability he’s feeling regardless of your relationship because if you had decided to do something dangerous because you were pissed he was going to-
“Enjin? Why are you out there like an overly quaffed gargoyle?”
He looked up at the sound of your voice, taking in your form as you walked up to him. Enjin did a quick once over, eyes scanning for injury but only seeing your clean cargos and dusty boots in the same condition they were last night when you put them in your closet.
You stood in front of him and bent down, ruffling his hair. “You okay? You look pale.” You moved the hand in his hair to feel his forehead with the back of your hand. He leaned into the touch, closing his eyes.
“....thought you died,” he confessed, tone softer than a whisper.
You yanked your hand back. “What?”
Looking up at you, he blinked. “Riyo said you were on a solo mission.”
Blinking, you nodded once and sucked on your teeth. “Did she?”
Enjin nodded. “You’ve never even trained defensively.”
“Okay buddy,” you leaned down to offer Enjin a hand. “Let’s get you inside.”
Enjin took your hand and heaved himself up, only to wrap you in a crushing hug.
“Not allowed to leave again,” he muffled into your hair.
“Well... not possible, I do have a job outside of you but I appreciate the sentiment,” you quipped, returning the hug. You gently pushed him back and looked up into his face.
“Did you by chance ask Semiu where I was? The person I work with daily?”
Enjin shook his head.
“Okay,” you stated, tone flat, while you pressed the intercom next to the door.
“Hey Semiu, can you see outside okay?”
“Crystal clear view of Enjin’s pathetic self sitting by the door like a dog for the last 4 hours.”
You raised a brow. “Notice anything else?”
“... wait, you did add the ashy brown to your hair! I told you it would go well with your skin tone. That salon was worth the detour.”
“Aww, thanks lady! It’s so soft too, I’ll be by in a second to show you the products she used.”
And with a click, you stopped pressing the intercom and turned to Enjin. “Could have died, huh?”
“You were at the hair salon?” he asked, tone flat.
You reached and patted his cheek before moving away and walking towards the door. “Could have died, huh? ...Glad you missed me that much.”
“I hate you,” he mumbled.
“No you don’t,” you replied, watching him follow you to the door with his tail tucked between his legs.
“Say it… C’mon…” Enjin urged, hands on your waist moving to wiggle you on his lap. His eyebrows wiggling as well when you puffed out your cheeks in annoyance.
It was a typical night; Enjin found his way to your room without needing to be asked, you locked the door behind him, and he would sneak out before your alarm went off in the morning. Easy, simple, uncomplicated.
Tonight, for whatever reason, he had a bone that he was holding tight between his teeth. His jaw ached from clenching it all day after the seed had taken root sometime during the morning. He didn’t even know why this idea festered in the forefront of his consciousness- one minute he was pouring coffee, and in the next, he was damn near gasping for air.
“You can’t make me say it,” you argued, hands going to wrap around his wrists. You squeezed once in warning, but Enjin only smiled, dimples creasing his cheeks.
“Please? I’m askin’ so nice,” he grunted, bucking his hips once for you to feel his growing interest against you. “He would be so happy if you said it.”
You rolled your eyes, thighs tightening around his to stop the movement. “Don’t bring your dick into this.”
Enjin had the gall to look offended.
“I’ll have you know that he is at the forefront of my mind the majority of the time,” came the cocky reply, as he slowly moved his hands from your waist and up your flank. You tried to keep your face blank as his tattooed fingers moved to cup under your tits, light touches and massages causing your breath to catch.
He clocked it immediately; the way your eyelids lowered, your pupils blown out… the way your own hips stuttered, trying to keep your cool and refuse to give in.
“Baby, please,” he whispered, hands now firming in their touches, with one moving to cup your jaw and bring your face to his. You ducked down obediently, not resisting his guiding hand as you met him in a kiss. You brought a hand up to grip his hair, yanking slightly, as you finally began to move against him.
“Atta girl, c’mon now…” he urged against your mouth, breath coming in hot pants as you knocked your forehead against his. “ ‘s so easy, baby… just one time.”
You grunted and closed your eyes, brows furrowing. “Jus’ one time?”
If you had your eyes open, you would have seen Enjin’s eyes roll back into his head, and his teeth damn near bite through his bottom lip. He felt his hands start to shake, and he moved to grip your ass, needing something to ground him. “Yeah, baby, once.. Promise,” he murmured, moving to kiss you again, teeth clashing as you tried to keep up with his frenzied pace.
You leaned back, breath coming in short pants, as you opened your eyes. You met Enjin’s heated gaze, pupils overtaking his amber iris. He looked at you with a mixture of hesitancy and veiled excitement. He nodded, licking his lips as he bucked his hips. “Go on, lady. I ain’t gettin’ any younger,’ he teased.
You huffed a breath, and you felt your heart start to speed up. “...want you to fuck me, daddy.”
Enjin felt the ocean in his ears as all of his blood moved southward, smile morphing into something sharper, more feral.
“Why didn’ you say somethin’ sooner, princess?” He snarked, snaking a hand into your hair now, pulling you to bare your neck to him.
“Daddy’ll take care of you…” he mumbled, grin pressing against your skin.
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“August… this seems a bit…. Compromising? Don’t you think?”
Enjin, on the other had, was a big, BIG fan of the new getup August dragged you into.
It wasn’t a huge departure from your normal cleaner fit, but it added certain accoutrements that made it feel riskier than before. More straps crossing across thighs and cris crossing around your chest. Hems were shorter, silhouettes sleeker…
And you did like it- it felt a bit edgier, more you, but it came with drawbacks. August givith, and he most certainly taketh away…
You awkwardly moved to tug down the back of your skirt, while almost tugging the front to make sure that portion stayed in place too. August just watched, tapping a pencil to his temple as he surveyed your squirming.
“You want to taint this masterpiece with what? Safety shorts?”
“Yes! Actually,” you tugged on the hem of your shirt now, trying to keep your tits in place as the straps moved around. “And a bra? Maybe?”
August sighed, flinging the pencil across his studio and throwing his hands up. “FINE. They’ll be ready tomorrow- don’t even need to take it off and give it back,” he noted, interrupting your fiddling with the clasps to take it off.
You risked a look to Enjin as he sat in the one free chair within the studio. You tried to meet his eyes but he was too busy raking his gaze up and down your form. You called his name, but resorted to snapping in front of his face to get him to respond.
“Yeah?”
You blinked, frowning. “I can’t go back like this.”
He leaned back into the chair, arms crossing in front of his chest. You watched as his eyes continued up and down and few times before he hummed.
“I can fix it…. say less.”
When you opened your mouth to ask what he meant, August’s voice boomed as he yelled. “FIX IT OUTSIDE OF THIS PLACE OF ART, THANK YOU AND GOODBYE.”
You huffed, accepting Enjin’s hand as he heaved himself from the chair and helped you down from the studio pedestal.
Enjin guided you both from the studio, locking the door behind him. “Fuckin’ artists…”
———
Enjin wasn’t a possessive person, per se… you just had to excuse his tendencies to claim things. And people. And ideas, sometimes. Not possessive in the slightest; just a purveyor of tasteful things.
But he felt his heart thump against his chest the moment you were finally in the hallway, your hands still tugging at the hems and straps. He watched for a moment as you struggled before taking off his coat and draping it around your shoulders.
The weight of the coat caused you to jolt as it hit your shoulders, suddenly stopping your fidgeting. Enjin used this opportunity to gently guide your arms into the sleeves, taking care to roll the sleeves up so they wouldn’t cover your hands.
“There,” he patted the neatly folded cuffs, “now you can go back to your room without flashing everyone.”
His tone was light but there was a wrinkle between his brows, his jaw set a bit tighter, voice lower than usual.
You kicked a booted foot out, gripping the lapels to fold the coat over you completely. You kicked the foot out again, and Enjin watched as you glanced at him.
“I can’t walk like this, dude,” another kick, this one a bit more forceful. “I’ll fall.”
There was an involuntary scoff that left Enjin’s mouth, before he met your eyes. He sighed, dramatically, and bent down to wrap his arms around your waist. With barely a breath, he lifted you to lay over his shoulder. He shifted as he settled your weight, and felt your soft pants as your face was pressed into his back.
“Get mascara or some shit I can’t get out on this shirt and I’m hiding the safety shorts,” he starts to move then, steady steps familiar to you as you relaxed.
“I don’t wear mascara when I’m working,” you mumbled, moving to dangle your arms.
Enjin continued down the hall, barely even greeting others as they passed. You would wave a bit if they saw you, but Enjin was moving purposefully.
He understood that you weren’t his, right? You’re a person with free will and blah blah but also, this right now? This should mean something?
Some understood but unspoken thread connecting you to him that he would much rather leave alone. Distance was cool, distance meant that when he inevitably fucked up you would take it different. The betrayal would be less. Right?
And there are things that have happened recently that would put that into question but it wasn’t anyone’s business. So what if you were the one he told about the nightmares? So what that you were the only one who knew why he hated rain, hated the bone chilling cold that settled in when damp clothes aren’t left to dry and instead stayed plastered to thin skin, threads more like barbed wire…
So what?
“Alright, your chariot has arrived,” Enjin placed you down gently, allowing you to move to unlock your door. He followed in wordlessly, closing and locking the door with muscle memory.
You slid the coat off, handing it back to him. “Thanks, I’m gonna change and then I’ll be down for dinner.”
Enjin hummed, eyes again glued to your chest as it pushed against the straps. “Mine again?”
You pushed him with both hands, a laugh startled out of you. “You ass…. Yeah! I’ll be there,” you walked by him, brushing against his arm. Once you made it to your dresser, you turned, eyes coy.
“Want me to keep this for….then?”
Enjin laughed then, sharp and loud. “Hell yeah, girl.”
“Kay, I’ll see you in a min.”
Enjin nodded, leaving your room and locking it behind him.
He stood in the hall for a moment, hands still wrapped around the coat. He brought it up, eyes darting around to make sure the coast was clear, and pressed the coat to his face.
The soft smell of you clung to the collar; the same smell that greets him in the morning after, when you hadn’t snuck out yet and still laid curled against him.
He brought the coat away from his face and stared at it, as if the gray fabric could give him the answer to a question he was too afraid to ask.
“….fuck me.”
a/n- my poor sweet baby, 165 ruined me, so prepare for angst and comfort because HE DESERVES NICE THINGS.
Valko x fem!reader
CWs: light A/B/O, OOC!Valko seeing as we know nothing about him lmao
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"V-Valko!" You cry. "Wait!"
You scrabble against the sheets, your face pressed firmly into the mattress as you wriggle underneath him.
"No." Valko growls. "No waiting."
He hasn't even taken your underwear off, he's just rutting his cock into the cleft of your ass with firm juts of his hips. His forehead presses between your shoulder blades and you can feel his hot, wet breath huffing out onto your skin.
"Just-just let me-" You stammer, struggling underneath his large body as you try to shuck your underwear off to give him full access.
He'd caught you in the middle of getting undressed for a shower after a workout, the worst time when he's nearing his rut as your scent is like a drug to him. He'd sniffed you out all the way from the kitchen and immediately shoved you onto the bed, pushing his trousers and underwear down to free his throbbing cock.
"Gonna - huff - gonna knot you later," His says through ragged breathes, fingers digging into your sides. "But right now, needa come."
The pace of his hips quickens, deep grunts with each grind against you, until you feel the warmth spread across your ass. Valko watches with satisfaction as his cum pools between your cheeks, dripping down between them.
"Good girl." He growls, sounding almost feral. "Now it's time to fill this wet little cunt and stretch you around my fat knot."
Valko has me in a chokehold and I'm scared.
Can't wait to meet him, find out he's actually the subby LI, and come back and laugh at this lmao.
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Caleb x fem!reader
Caleb looks down and watches your tight little cunt swallow him whole, mesmerized at how you’re practically sucking him in.
“Atta girl,” He murmurs encouragingly. “Look at you taking me so well.”
He can’t tear his eyes away - the way your pussy leaks, completely stretched out around the head of his cock. If his phone was nearby he’d be taking a fucking picture because he’s never seen something so god damn beautiful.
You’re whining beneath him, mumbling about how ‘it’s too big, it won’t fit’ or some other such horseshit Caleb knows isn’t true. He’ll fit. He’ll make it fit.
He lazily glides his thumb over your clit in an attempt to make this easier for you and your back arches, breasts pushed into the air as you inadvertently inch your cunt further down on to his cock.
“That’s it, just like that.” He says. “Ease it in.”
His gaze only flicks up for a brief moment to see your eyes squeezed shut and mouth hung open before being drawn back down between your legs. He watches how your clit twitches under his touch as he practically pets it, how your slick slowly seeps out around his length.
He should’ve worked you open a little more, took a little more time. But as much as he’d enjoyed the taste of you - lapping at you, sucking your perfect little clit into his mouth - the moment he felt you wrap around one of his fingers he couldn’t stand to wait a second longer. He had to, needed to, feel that warmth around his hard cock.
Caleb edges himself further in, cursing under his breath at how well you squeeze around him and he starts to wonder whether maybe you’re right and that it won’t actually fit because, shit, he’s only half way in and you’re both panting as though you’ve already been fucking for hours.
“Almost there, baby.” He coos, his thumb adding a little more pressure on to your clit. “It’s almost all the way inside, you can do it. You’re doing so well for me.”
He sucks in a breath at the way you clench down around him, his praise having an obvious effect and he huffs out a laugh.
“You like me telling you you’re doing a good job, baby?”
You whine again beneath him, eagerly nodding your head.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” He says earnestly. “And this perfect pussy is doing such a good job taking my big cock. I know it’s a stretch but you’re doing so, so well.”
Caleb pushes himself even deeper until he’s fully sheathed inside you, his pelvis snuggly pressed against yours, nestled between your thighs. And the moan you let out, fuck, he swears he will never hear a better sound than that.
“Such a good girl for me.” He leans down and kisses you gently, mumbling against your lips. “Now let’s make this sweet cunt take the shape of my cock, hm?”
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