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husbandoofthemonth · 8 days ago

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NON BETA READ FIC OF ZODYL X READER FORMAL POST COMING LATER BUT POSTING NOW BECAUSE I CAN MWAHAHSHHAHAHAHAH

To be fair, he gave you a warning. And you don’t just simply disobey Zodyl and expect to get away with it scott-free. Even when being playful he has a natural dominance to him - some would call it “controlling,” but given when he was doing right now was all for you…you didn’t mind. But, you were sure he was going to make you go insane.

He chastised you between orgasms, holding your legs down as they shook, his mouth dripping wet. “You insisted on cumming when I asked you not to,” he said against your heat. You swore you heard a chuckle come from him as he dragged his tongue between your folds and over your clit in one, long swipe. “Since you insisted on ensuring your own pleasure before anyone else’s…” he moved his mouth and nipped your inner thigh, getting a mewl from you, “I’ll simply oblige and go until you have nothing left.” He dove back into you, tackling your overly sensitive clit and puffy lips.

You groaned as you threw your head back. His tongue ignited a flame not only in your pussy but in both legs - you could feel each flick he made to your clit down to your toes. It was too much - but he somehow kept you going, orgasm after orgasm. You lost count - not sure if it was before or after you lost the ability to make coherent sentences.

All you could do was lay on your back and take it. His forearms had your legs spread open, holding them down so nothing could hide from him. He ate you like a man starved; no doubt he probably held the title of “strongest tongue and jaw on the ground.” And what he could do with it…it was wonders. He kissed the right spots, flicked others with the tip of his tongue when needed, and knew right when your hole needed his tongue deep inside it - and if it wasn’t his tongue it was his fingers.

And all of this because…

Well, you did start it. It had been a few days since you’d last had a chance to touch him intimately. Between outings and your own duties, it was hard to catch a glimpse of him around the base. And you knew he didn’t like to be interrupted when he was in his room, musing, but you couldn’t resist. You were needy. Desperate. That was the first strike - coming into his room unannounced. The second strike was “bothering him” but you both knew he was just begging for a few more minutes of peace before you’d drive him wild. In between kisses you told him how much you missed him - grabbing his hand and pressing it to your heat so he could feel your wetness through your pants. His fault.

So he told you to get to the bed, and you happily obliged. As he put the books he had out away, you made a show for him each time he glanced over - your top coming off, your pants sliding down your butt, not even giving him a chance to take a single article off by the time he was done putting things away.

The third strike was coming when you started touching yourself right in front of him. Spreading your legs apart, telling him how much you needed him, and the poor thing could only look on as he ambled over to bed, beckoning your call. He told you “keep going for me,” and he sat at the edge of the bed, watching. So you played with yourself - fingers brushing in between your folds, your wetness coating your fingers as you played with yourself - touching yourself where you needed him. You felt sexy - sensual - having him stare half lidded like he was under a spell watching you. And the poor thing made one simple request when he noticed your hips begin to twitch in that telling way.

“Wait - don’t cum yet. I want to bring you there” A simple request. A sweet request. He was trying to undress himself - you both understood he needed to make sure his coat, at least, was hung up in a nice place before the rest of the clothes could be torn off.

But you had been waiting. For so long. You resisted touching yourself until now just for him. And the way he was looking at you, despite his request…well, you kept going. And you told him as much with a giggle - “hurry up, I’m not stopping-ahh!” You brushed yourself just right, hitting that sweet spot over your clit over and over, the sound of your wet pussy being played with being the only sound in the room as you let yourself tumble over the edge into sweet bliss.

Third strike.

Your eyes were closed - still taking small breaths in recovery, mewling a sweet “sorry babe-“ when you felt him on you. He wasted no time placing his face between your legs. You threw your head back - still so sensitive from your release, but over the moon, playfully yelling out, “Zodyl!” as he cleaned you up and started you over again.

His tongue and mouth worked quick wonders of you - already so sensitive, and finally getting contact with the man you’ve been desperately wanting to touch. When you looked down at him and locked eyes with him…that’s when you realized you were in trouble. He didn’t have a mischievous gleam in his eyes - he had…something else. If you didn’t know him you may have been put off by it, worried even. But even with knowing him as much as you did…that look only spelled trouble. Before you could ask he moved his mouth in just the right way to make you gasp and buck up into him - moaning his name as you felt your second orgasm come up faster than expected. You thought he was going to stop before you came, with you even preparing yourself for the torture that gleamed in his eyes when you looked into them. Yet, blissfully, he kept going, kept rocking back into your moving hips, and you felt yourself cum once again into his wanting mouth.

“Zodyl…Zodyl,” you moaned as your legs shook and when you naturally went to move your hips away, to escape his pressing lips…he held you down firm. He didn’t stop.

Oh no.

So that’s where this was going. Your overstimulated mind couldn’t calculate an escape plan - his hands were strong and you knew you’d never be able to push him away from you. You had to rely on your voice alone to beg him to hold on.

“Zodyl - please, I, ahh!” His tongue flicked against your swollen clit as you looked down at him again, now understanding completely what that look in his eyes was all about. Sweet revenge.

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You couldn’t tell which parts of the bed were soaked due to sweat or your cunt. You were sure you squirted that time, whatever number that was, with the pressure from that orgasm being something you never felt before. You were a panting mess before Zodyl finally moved away from inbetween your legs, his face a wet mess, but still somehow well composed with that dangerous look in his eyes still present. It had been a few minutes, a few gracious minutes, since your last orgasm. Twitching and breathing heavy, eyes half lidded and barely coherent, you tried to put together a sentence along the lines of “Zodyl, I’m sorry, please, take it easy.”

Zodyl didn’t say a thing as he adjusted himself. He simply regarded you with that look in his eyes while he positioned himself to sit up, hover over you, and align his hard sex with your aching hole. You loved how his body looked - well built, somewhat bulky but not too buff. He was thicker in his lower torso and hips, probably from him being all around well built in arms and legs. He wiped his mouth with the palm of his hand, collecting your wetness, and then moved his palm down so he could use it to prep his cock. His voice was smooth and steady when he spoke,

“I noticed you were taking much longer between orgasms,” he noted, almost professionally (as if he didn’t know each nook and cranny of your body already). You could only utter a pitiful huh as he then guided his dick through your folds. Your legs jolted - even though his mouth was just on you a few moments ago, the sheer absence of it was already noticed and leaving you sensitive - you didn’t even notice you were practically numb from how long he tortured you.

“You’re going to cum at least one more time for me, you understand?” He didn’t wait for you to answer as he pushed himself in. You gasped and he caught it with his mouth, connecting to you in not just an opened mouthed kiss, but plunging fully, easily, into you. Zodyl was big, big big, but you took him in easily with how worked up you already were - how ready, or more how done, your body already was with him.

His cock touched the last few places in you that weren’t numb or drunk from his touch, and you babbled nonsense and praise between kisses as he fucked you. You wondered how long he’d been waiting since you started - how much he may have been aching to do this. You would have felt bad if he didn’t put you through that relentless barrage earlier - but you already felt yourself getting close again as his cock pressed right into your g spot, over and over. His thrusts were hard, but starting to be sporadic - he definitely was waiting and wanted to cum, but you remembered what he demanded, as if you could feel or think about anything else right now. It wasn’t hard - with a particularly angled thrust and his hot breath on your neck, you felt your final orgasm rush through you. It electrified your lower body, your whole form shaking as you felt it reach to your toes.

You heard Zodyl mumble something into your ear - his pace quickened and became erratic - not even allowing you to have respite from this one final orgasm as he made sure to reach his own. The heat from him gushing inside of you almost stung, but with your body so spent you could only whimper as you felt him give you his final thrusts before, finally, stopping.

You honestly don’t remember much of what happened next. You didn’t pass out - you knew that, because you remember his tenderness when he finally pulled away from you. He was a cruel man at times - but not in that way. Your hands became unbound, your tears were gently kissed away, and warm, big hands trailed over your neglected upper body in massaging motions.

You also remember him coming back with a glass of water, even holding it up to you as you took desperate sips. He made a comment about realizing “you must be dehydrated with how much you…” he looked towards the soaked bed and you managed to muster a laugh. At some point he helped you get up, to wander to the bathroom so he could wipe you off, then you both realized a mutual bath would be best.

Your brain fog dissipated into the steam of the small bathroom, laying back on the form of the man who gave you everything you, truly, asked for. And more. So, so many more.

#op musing #minors dni #smut #zodyl x reader #not beta read

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husbandoofthemonth · 28 days ago

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Test reblog - wondering if it’s tumblr or something else lol

NSFW rambling about Enjin x Gris x reader

Enjin needs a lot of help relaxing and getting into things. Not because he’s not into everything, but he gets performance anxiety. He sees you or Gris and gets excited if things are getting steamy. But seeing you both? At the same damn time? TWO BAD BITCHES AT THE SAME DAMN TIME?! He short circuits.

So Enjin likes to brag about “lasting a long time” but in reality he makes you and Gris work for it, not that either of you mind

He’s VERY happy to participate while he works himself up though. His mouth gets to work real well. He’ll switch from eating you out to being a second mouth on Gris’s dick, licking and kissing what you can’t fit into your mouth

When it’s his turn to be pampered, he’s a mess. Touch him all over, compliment him - he likes hearing you and Gris banter about how hot he is and how good he feels. He’ll hold onto you for dear life and kiss you like he’s starving while Gris fucks him (and, when he gets more acclimated, he’s fucking you)

The secret technique for Enjin is one person is on his dick, doing whatever, while the other touches him all over and kisses his neck. Even you can be the big spoon with his head between your boobs and your fingers in his mouth while Gris sucks his dick. Or vice versa, of course.

Gris, meanwhile, acts like this isn’t his first time with a trio, but it is. He’s always enjoyed group activities though 😊

He’s down for being anywhere in the pile - being dominant or giving, using his hands to finger you while jacking Enjin off as you three make out.

He’s aware he has a dick thats hard to…fit into either of you. He’s fine with hands and mouths, but when either of you let him fuck inside he’s so sweet and soooooo gentle. Because he knows his strength

You’ll have to give him explicit green light to go ham, and he WILL. If he’s fucking Enjin while Enjin fucks you, you’ll feel EVERY thrust Gris gives when you both give the go ahead. Both of you will be shouting Gris’s name, and the pace will solely be from Gris. He’s shy about it after.

Speaking of size, both you and Enjin can put your hands on your lower abdomens and feel him fuck you. Maybe Enjin will have his hand pressing down on your lower tummy talking about how good you take them both - and you can only moan in response because your mouth is full of enjin’s dick

Anyways I’m struggling a bit on writing but I’ve been working on ideas for sure. I may do headcanons and stuff like this while I await the groove to get back. I haven’t forgotten about any of my fics, I’m just going THROUGH it haha

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