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S O N I C

↝when he’s in rut he has nothing but the thought of satisfying his instincts in mind. he’s a constant force against you, not pausing for a moment even after he cums, too drunk to the pleasure consuming his body

↝his boundless stamina is a curse during these times as it makes it hard to burn out the torch of his lust. for hours he will have you lifted and pressed against every surface of your home, exhausting you and promising sore limbs in the days to follow

↝it’s not that he means to treat you as his personal cock sleeve though, in fact he never forgets to shower you in heady affection throughout the rounds, but between the aching urge in his mind and the addictive way you take him in he can’t stop the flaring need that drives his hips forward

like a thirst that’s not fully quenched, his instincts inflame him him, keeping his length stiff and eager to be buried inside you. he’ll satisfy himself with your hands, you mouth, your entrance, even between your thighs. any place that provides the friction that turns his thoughts to static is, and will be, used for his satisfaction. it works out for you and your oversensitive pussy when he’s taking advantage of your fingers wrapped firmly around his girth, offering you a short break from setting you alight with burning passion

↝by the final session, Sonic’s endurance is all but tapped out, his thrusts weak as the overuse of his body finally catches up to him making his member twitch pitifully as the last swirls of impulse caress his mind. even his release is watery as it splurts against you, his spine drooping forward as ecstasy seizes his muscles for the last time. collapsing against you with heaving breaths, Sonic wraps his arms round you, not caring about how dirtied the two of you were as sleep overtakes him

↝in the moment you follow suit in debt for rest, but afterwards the two of you sigh in regret, uncomfortable with the way the sticky fluids dried between you. with a sincere apology, Sonic will take charge of cleaning the two of you up, leaving you in the bathroom to start the shower while he throws everything in the laundry. back in a flash, he guides you with him under the warm stream of water, gently washing the two of you and pressing soft kisses as he works

S H A D O W

⛧when he’s in rut he’s possessive, able to think only of stuffing you full. it’s less about his pleasure and more about claiming you, spilling in and on you until you’re covered in him

⛧there’s intent behind his well placed thrusts, teeth biting into you as the call to breed fills his mind, reducing you to tears beneath him as he pushes you over the edge again and again. he just has to be sure, has to know for a fact that your womb will accept him; the only way to do that was to offer himself until he couldn’t. in his sane mind, he’s not even entirely sure that he’s capable of reproducing, but trapped in the haze of his urges he’ll make it possible.

⛧greedy, he keeps you trapped in your bedroom and restricts you to the bed so he can at least ensure your comfort as he bends and twists you into all kinds of positions, growling whenever his cock slips from you. but he’s not entirely lost to his arousal and keeps his thoughts clear enough to make sure you’re still willing and still hydrated. he knows it’s a lot for you and he knows he won’t be able to end this until the itch in his core is fulfilled, so he prepares beforehand, keeping the necessities nearby should you need them

⛧in a way, he’s presenting himself to you, showing how good of a mate he is and how capable—as if you’re able to have coherent thoughts through the way he’s pressing against you. he may not even realize what he’s doing either, only understanding that he wants you for himself, that he might actually go apeshit if someone else so much as looked at you. it’s why he’s so persistent in covering you with evidence of his presence

⛧by the end of it, your body will be a canvas of teeth marks and hickeys. he’ll, disappointingly, bathe you clean of his and your fluids only to stain you the moment you try to dry off. the issue with shadow is that he won’t stop when he’s exhausted, he stop when he thinks you need a break; it’s all fine until you’re reminded that he’s still simmering with desire. every time he cleans you up he’s hit again with the image of you soaked in his cum, the fantasy of fucking you until you have his release dripping down your legs, your hole full to the brim with his seed and unable to hold anymore, making him reel with a prominent flush

⛧as the ultimate life form his endurance appears to be endless, allowing him to rock his length into you relentlessly without tiring. because of this, shadow’s rut doesn’t end from exhaustion, it ends when tears begin to fall from your eyes at the overwhelming shock of your multiple orgasms. he can be satisfied for the night when you feel you can’t go any longer, but he won’t be satiated; pray for yourself because the two of you will be continuing once you rest, eat, and recover enough to withstand another few hours

S I L V E R

ʚ♡ɞ when he’s in rut he desperately tries to rid himself of the suffocating arousal that’s embedded itself under his skin. it’s a futile effort that has him habitually pulling you down onto him

ʚ♡ɞ he doesn’t realize that having you fitting snugly around him only worsens his drive, every glide of your velvety walls along his length fueling the fire raging inside him. he doesn’t notice that he’s tipped you over the point of sensitivity with the way he grinded into you in shallow motions, replacing depth for speed. with arms around your waist he’s holding you still, frantically bucking into you with a string of apologies for he depravity and promises of his nearing end

ʚ♡ɞ yet, eager as always, silver could hardly pull himself off you long enough to change positions, much less take the time to relocate. from beginning to end the two of you make a mess of yourselves wherever contact was first made. and with his incredible powers came a resilience that matched, you’ll learn first hand just how skillfully silver can focus on something and maintain that concentration without wavering. he’s had years of practice after all, so you’ll quickly be unraveled and spun out under his hands once he finds all your sweetest spots and favored movements

ʚ♡ɞ behaving with abandon, he forgets the possible consequences of his actions when he’s suddenly pushing as far into you as possible, hoping for a kiss from the small opening into your uterus. it’s instinct that has him reaching behind your back to grasp your shoulders and shoving you downwards to meet the upward thrust of his hips, perfectly timed to his release that coats your inner walls. he doesn’t think when he stills momentarily in recovery, warming his twitching cock and trapping every drop of fluid inside you; and when you whined at the feeling he swore he felt every cell in his body buzz with an over abundance of energy, refusing to let him soften or cool down

ʚ♡ɞ it’s not until hours later, the passing of an entire clock rotation, that silver begins to feel the soothed, the fever of his body finally subsiding and relenting to a much more gentle feeling. to make up for the strain he put you through he’s carefully worshiping your body in one last round, pressing shy kisses wherever he could reach as he slowly dipped into you. he takes his time when he coaxes one last orgasm out of you, affectionately licking small stripes along your pulse with words of encouragement and caressing your tired shudders with adoring hands.

ʚ♡ɞ the sight of you falling apart one more time is all it takes for him to follow, sighing contentedly with a full displacement of his lust. staying together for a moment, simply to indulge in your presence, silver only moves when he notices sleep relaxing your body. using his telekinesis he carries you to the bathroom where he dutifully cleans you up; when he settles you down for a rest under the cover of a blanket, he heads back to clean up the ravaged area and himself before returning to you, pulling you to him when he falls into his dreams beside you

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S O N I C

↝everything…

↝he’s in a relationship with you for a reason, obviously he will be attracted to you all the time! the smell of your lotion, the curl of your lips, the size of your hands, the melody of your laugh, the way anger looks on you—it’s an endless list

↝there’s a certain thrill that runs though him whenever you challenge him, taking the lead to flirt with him. he loves the confidence in your posture whenever you press against him, knowing that you know you could rile him up with just a few suggestive words

↝and when you show your knowledge of a subject? there’s no removing the rose colored lenses off his face. he may not understand what you’re talking about, but, damn, he would be lying if he said it wasn’t completely enrapturing to listen to you spew information like it was common knowledge

↝is pretty much a lost cause; he is one to enjoy the pleasantries of life so admiring you is one of his hobbies at this point. you can tell when he’s lured into you because he’ll be very touchy: fleeting caresses, constant kisses, lingering holds, etc

↝it’s even worse when paired with that sultry tone he adopts, an octave deeper where his words are slowed just a beat and his eyes grow lidded

S H A D O W

⛧when you act coy

⛧he knows you do it to get a reaction out of him, whether it’s playfully or full of intent, but every time, with out fail, he cannot resist and he knows you know this

⛧teasing words, mischievous acts, stifled giggles—you’re a vixen, making him cross his arms over his chest to level you with a look that tells you you’re toeing a line

⛧he won’t not humor you when you’re messing with him though, often times enjoying the way you shyly retreat when he reflects your advances at times, or when you grow bolder in others. it’s the unpredictability of your response that intrigues him and makes him want to delve deeper into it to see how far you can go

⛧you can tell when he’s turned on because he’ll take a firm grip of you, cornering you with deep flirtation and promises to deal with you however you wish for him to

⛧he tone sounds dry when he’s feeling your presence, but he’s far from being bored. there’s adoration in him for the way you make him live in the moment

⛧ on a more innocent side, he likes when you’re affectionate with him, perhaps more than he should when you’re smiling in between peppered kisses to his face and he’s reaching forward to hold you in place. call it greed but he likes to know he’s yours, the he has a place by your side (family fantasy…)

S I L V E R

ʚ♡ɞ the oddest things turn him on…

ʚ♡ɞ innuendos go straight over his head often, but god forbid you innocently play with his hands or apply lip balm in front of him

ʚ♡ɞ he’s the type to let his mind run wild, taking the small actions you do and snowballing them into something bigger, heavier, and much less appropriate. he feels bad every time, thinking himself perverted for putting seduction where you hadn’t intended, so he never acts on his urges until they’re physically disruptive to him

ʚ♡ɞ domesticity is something that always affects him. just a sight of you around your home, dressed in relaxed comfort and glowing with content, is enough for him to fill with eagerness

ʚ♡ɞ not above pulling you to him with his powers if he’s been admiring you from afar. he apologizes, of course, but he’s sporting a subtle flush across his face and he’s grabbing you by the hand as he compliments whatever has grabbed his focus

ʚ♡ɞ you’ll know he’s itching with yearning by the way he trails you, seeking out your attention and pulling you to shaded spots for privacy, even at home, when he kisses you with admission of his thoughts

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SONIC 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐠

↝he will have a self-satisfied grin on his face, hardly phased by the exposure

↝ you're his partner, he's not embarrassed to have been doing stuff with you! and he doesn't regret letting things get steamy in a poorly hidden view either because why should he be ashamed for being attracted to you? isn't that the whole point of being together?

↝it's worse—or perhaps better?—if you end up flustered at having suddenly been caught with a tongue in your mouth; sonic can't help but play into teasing you over it, asking what the big deal was, that the two of you were only kissing

↝rip to the one who catches the two of you though because they'll have to deal with the sickeningly sweet flirtation, with the hedgehog grabbing your hand and asking if you'd like to continue elsewhere

SHADOW 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝

⛧can't the person who interrupted his moment with you see that the two of you were busy? and on top of it, they have the audacity to act as if the two of you were having sex on stage when, in reality, it was only a handsy kiss shared in the privacy of your home. it's not his or your fault that the person chose that moment to walk inside

⛧he pulls away from you but doesn't let go of his grip on you, staring listlessly at the unwanted guest and waiting for them to offer some kind of explanation for their appearance

⛧shadow isn't embarrassed or regretful at being caught as he feels himself above those sentiments, but if you end up flustered then he'll position himself in front of you to hide you while you calm down

⛧should the person linger in company, then he's becoming more bothered by the second, looking more stoic until the person decides it was a good time to leave. once they do, the make out session might not continue, but shadow will become just slightly clingier as he caresses your cheek and apologizes for putting you in that position

SILVER 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

ʚ♡ɞ he's already one to be more modest around others when it comes to PDA, so when someone walks in on you sitting in his lap while he held you closely in devotion, he's blushing brightly, frozen between letting you go and keeping you still for a handful of seconds

ʚ♡ɞ an awkward cough will precede him helping you straighten yourself out as he asks the person if they needed something, able to look them in the eye but not address the elephant in the room even if the person apologizes for interrupting

ʚ♡ɞ if you end up embarrassed too, rip. silver will try to take charge in restoring the situation, but he'll only be able to do so much when his mind is determined to think about nothing but the feeling of you on him, so you might have to pick up where silver loses his composure

ʚ♡ɞ once the person leaves, he'll bury his face into your neck with a tight hug, unable to do anything but laugh at how the two of you must've looked like deer in the headlights. he's still completely embarrassed, but he just makes a mental note not to get too handsy again where the two of you were before pulling you in for one more small, softer, kiss as if it were closure

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 SONIC 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝

↝ he tries to recover by playing cool but it doesn’t end all that well

↝ for some reason he can handle your flirting with ease, returning your flattering words with double the charisma, but when it comes to you taking the lead in things, he stumbles over himself quite a bit

↝ it doesn’t have to be anything big for him to start losing his focus; something as simple you giving him instructions on how to finish a task has him thinking about how attractive authority looks on you

↝ such as the moment you push against him, your fingers brushing the underside of his chin as you smiled coquettishly at him, asking a question he’s not even sure he heard over the sight of you, he’s fighting a losing battle over his composure

↝ he’s not the type to stutter but he will look away with a subtle flush, putting his hands on your waist to keep you from getting closer as he gives a vague response

↝ very quickly though, he's returning to his suave demeanor, looking back at you with his signature smirk, an eye winked shut as he gives you a charming remark, "you’re making it hard to focus here—how about we try this again?"

↝ not the best move on his part, but he never seems to learn this lesson. the moment you laugh and lift your arms over his shoulders, your eyes slightly hooded as you tilt you head to watch him with a glint in your eyes, he's thinking about how pretty you look

↝ “the problem is you're not trying at all," you told him, "that attention span of yours, always wandering off in the worst of moments. how should we fix that?"

↝ you can't blame him for the thrill the spikes his blood. he's all for doing his own thing, but that command of yours is all he needs to crumble. he enjoys the adrenaline that come from meeting his match. despite being thoroughly affected by you, he's engaging in a battle of wit. he loves you, but he's no pushover

↝ sonic will try to out-flirt you and is not above playing dirty. fleeting touches, teasing pecks, he's pulling out all the stops to show you that he is totally not worked up like some schoolboy with a crush—ignore his blush!

↝ people can't be around the two of you when you get like this, please do this in the privacy of your home. but when it first starts and there is a third party around, sonic is flustered even worse. he doesn't want to seem phased but he feels even more aware of you in the company of others

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 SHADOW 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝

⛧his expression looks more stoic than usual

⛧everyone knows that shadow only looks distant because he's not used to having relationships. for most of his life he was alone or in pain after all, so expression and empathy are not things he's absolutely mastered yet

⛧so when you track him down during the day with a basket in one hand and a blanket in the other, telling him that it was too beautiful a day to spend alone, shadow was surprised but all the willing to have your company

⛧he knew that, as his lover, this was normal behavior for you, but he never seemed to get over the way you cared for him. its why, when he gets flustered, its because you're doting on him, showering him with love and affection

⛧when you tell him you love him, without fail, he's furrowing his eyebrows as his face warms. his expression looks a little grumpy but only because he's reflecting on his own feelings and how yours have bled into his

⛧ there's just something so alluring about your affection for him, if anyone could read his mind they'd find a million thoughts about how he wants to love you. it's a small shame that shadow has too much self- restraint for his own good, always holding himself back from something as simple as pulling you in for a kiss on a whim

⛧the temptation to do so only enhances when he's flustered, even if only to get you to shut up with your playful teasing

⛧he counters his urges by hiding it behind his actions: turning his face away or pulling you into a hug to block your (and his) view. he won't say much, but he will grumble if anyone points it out

⛧even now he instead chose to move himself to lay in your lap, head on your thighs. his blush persisted even as you stroke his head, but he only closed his eyes to calm his beating hear. through it all he's holding your hand firmly

⛧grinning happily, you squeezed his hand it to get his attention, "i'll remind you a million times if that's what it takes for you to get used to hearing that"

⛧"...I'm not against that idea. I like the sound of your voice when you say it."

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 SILVER 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝

ʚ♡ɞ he's an odd mix of shy and eager

ʚ♡ɞ it's truthfully quite easy to pull a flush from this hedgehog as he's not used to the nature of romantic relationships, but not through conventional methods. most flirting goes over his head, but he makes up for the obliviousness with his keen eye

ʚ♡ɞ silver is honed in on your presence, noticing even your smallest actions and details. it’s why, when you and him had gone out for a meal with your friends, he’d been too distracted by the way you’d occasionally lick your lips as you ate to properly engage in conversation

ʚ♡ɞ it wasn’t filthy thoughts that filled the space behind his eyes, but a growing impulse to kiss you—a growing need for you to kiss him

ʚ♡ɞ silver was completely zoned out when sonic called his name, startling the hedgehog to attention. cue a noticeable flush blooming across his face as the fear of having been caught filled him; “what did you say?” he asked nervously, his hands resting on his knees

ʚ♡ɞ “I asked why you weren’t eating,” sonic repeated with an eyebrow raised

ʚ♡ɞ silver saw your eyes shift to him, along with everyone else’s, and felt his fluster intensify. he gave some flimsy excuse about not being hungry, and when you put a hand to his forehead, your concern had been evident, “are you feeling well?” no! he is three seconds away from crashing out

ʚ♡ɞ he’s not very good at playing it off but he’ll nod anyways, taking your hand in his as he asks everyone to please continue before excusing himself and taking you with him

ʚ♡ɞ honest as always, silver will tell you what’s really happening—of course omitting the details—and follow up with a shy request for a kiss. don’t be fooled, once he has his hands on you he’s quickly growing greedy for your time. nothing extreme, but he’s feeling like he’s making up for your earlier torment

ʚ♡ɞ by the time the two of you returned to the others, silver’s fluster is little more than a happy flush and he’s walking with a pep in his step. everyone at the table knows what happened so rip to you but you’ll have to deal with that as a consequence. silver isn’t phased mostly because he’s unaware if it

ʚ♡ɞ just because he’s fine now doesn’t mean you’re out of the woods, as said earlier, his observation of you is heightened so you’ll just have to take care not to unintentionally attract him lest you wish to satiate his whirling thoughts

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 METAL SONIC 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝

▹his system malfunctions, making him appear twitchy and/or glitch-y

▹now, metal sonic is a mechanical being through and through so the extent of his emotions only go so far; yet, at the same time, he's very self-aware of himself. he knows he's a badnik—not quite alive like you or everyone else—but he's still aware he exists and has sentience, it's why he was able to develop attachments towards you

▹so when you treat him so casually, playing with his metal hands and speaking freely, he enters a weird state of what could be describe as intrigue

▹with intense focus, he watches you, silently, as you fix a large bow on his head. his sharp eyes appear to be glaring, but you know by his docile behavior and the lack of robotic beeps that he's interested in what you were doing

▹"there we go, now don't you look so pretty," you said playfully, biting back a laugh with your smile, "if only the world saw this side of you, they'd eat you up! it's no regret though, it just means i get to keep you to myself. all mine"

▹your possessiveness over him is what gets him worked up, and for good reason. normally, the world scorns him for being some knock-off (they're wrong!) but you...you claim him. the only other person to do that was eggman, and it was different, that was basically his father so there was obligation

▹you wanted him willingly. and when you remind him of it, metal sonic is quick to overheat, his red pupils flickering at the overload of too-human sentiment he experiences

▹of course, he doesn't know how to release that emotion so it builds up inside of him, pressing down on his internal gears and adding way too much pressure on his wiring, causing small electric sparks to burst from the crevices of his joints

▹it gets worse if you flirt with him, your words direct and bare, almost vulgar in truth. metal sonic has never wanted to be 'human' before, but you certainly make him feel as if he is

▹dr. eggman wonders where—and how—the hell his greatest creation picked up the knowledge and understanding of wanton affection

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[𝐬𝐟 𝐰]:

↝when he first met you, he thought you were just very shy, and perhaps that was what caught his attention

↝usually, when he saves people from evil robot attacks orchestrated by the eviler dr. eggman, they shower him with gratitude and praise with the promise of them owing him their life

↝and yeah, he enjoys the appreciation, of course, but sometimes he feels that people only see him as some kind of fantastical celebrity who only exists in moments of need, rather than who he really is: just a guy looking out for his home and friends

↝so when you silently offered him a flower, eyes sincerely shining as you hoped to convey your thanks through your gift, sonic paused for a second

“A flower? For me?”

↝your expression faltered at his words, which seemed odd to the hedgehog, but then you were offering a smile as you handed him the flower in one hand only to grab his other and trace the letters T-H-A-N-K-S across his palm

“Oh, don't mention it! All in a day's work right?”

↝when your smile remained the exact same, and you made no move to respond, Sonic curiously raised an eyebrow

"Hey, are you okay? I don't mean to be rude but you seem a little off...Though I suppose the adrenaline is pumping right now so shock is a pretty valid response."

↝this time, your smile fell slightly and you tilted your head to see what he was saying, but the hedgehog was speaking too fast for you to read. reaching up, you held your hands over your ears and shook your head before moving back to grab his hand and trace the letters D-E-A-F

↝sonic’s posture straightened at the realization, offering an apologetic chuckle before he wracked his brain for the basic signs he was knew. you okay? he motioned stiffly

↝your smile widened and you nodded your head, signing back I’m fine for extra assurance even if he couldn’t recognize what the motion meant

↝sonic returned your grin with one of relief, strangely enjoying your enthusiasm at being able to communicate with another person. it wouldn’t be a bad idea to learn a bit more, he thought to himself, who knows, you might even need a friend to talk to

↝so from that day forward sonic would seek our your company often, each time asking you to teach him a new sign. as his proficiency grew, so did his feelings for you and, eventually, sonic learned all the words he needed to ask you out as more than friends

↝now, dating you meant that sonic developed the habit of signing while he speaks, doing so even when he’s talking to others. he hardly catches himself anymore, similar to the way we hardly catch ourselves swinging our arms when we walk

↝he encouraged his friends to pick up at least the basic signs if only just so get points across with you. he knew that they would appreciate how funny you are once they could communicate effectively

↝sonic speaks for you when you can’t, or don't want to. he’s gotten so good at understanding your body language that he no longer needs you to spell things out for him, already knowing what you’re feeling with only a glance

↝it’s a blessing and a curse, though, because you’ll hardly ever be able to hide away your thoughts even when they aren’t family friendly. sonic is attuned to the softest whisper of your body, so he knows

[𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰]:

↝when moments become heated under purposeful touches, it’s inefficient to sign everything that the two of you wish to say. so, to make up for it, a system was created: you determinedly tugging on his ears was a surefire way to put a stop to things, whereas your wandering hands were as allowing as a green light

↝for this reason, you might never be able to engaged in being tied up—unless you tell sonic otherwise—but it’s not such a disadvantage when you’re able to feel his rapidly beating heart beneath your open palms whenever you urge a knee in between his, putting sweet pressure where the hedgehog felt it most

↝because sonic is used to your quiet presence, his hearing is quite sensitive to you. the sound of your breathing alone, your gasps and silent whines, are saccharine to his ears, filling him with a thrill that could only be physically tamed. even during innocently casual moments when the two of you are lounging, the second you begin sighing or huffing in frustration over something like a challenging video game level, Sonic’s ears are perking

↝he’s pretty much Pavlov-ed himself to get excited at the quietest sounds you make…

↝now it’s pretty impossible to go completely without speaking, there are just some things sonic needs to tell you, especially when he’s drowning in a haze of lust. everyone knows this hedgehog is never without his witty remarks no matter the situation and that much is as true in the bedroom as anywhere else, only differing in messages

↝you might not realize it amidst your writhing, but whenever sonic is sitting before you, face buried between your thighs, he’s tracing words into your hips; most commonly he’s spelling out “love” but often times he’s rubbing hearts with his thumbs. this also occurs whenever he’s using his hands to unravel you, where, instead of your hips, he’s pressing his letters into the sensitive bundle of nerves exposed from the way he split you open

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↝somnophile!sonic whose body is always more on edge than the average person. his high speed means a fast metabolism so he constantly has to be snacking just to keep a steady energy supply. but sometimes he overshoots his needs and has to deal with the consequence of his thrumming heart when it’s too dark for him to want to be out

↝somnophile!sonic who feels the curves of your body tucked against his and can’t stop his hands from tightening around you, adoring the soft give whenever he presses his fingers into the muscle. his thoughts so easily wander into the haze of imagination when there is nothing but you to keep his mind occupied; the relaxed rise and fall of your chest that he wants to make faster, turning slow breaths into pants all while you stay locked in your dreams. what images could your unconscious mind conjure up under his touches, he wonders

↝somnophile!sonic who loves to press himself against your back and slip a hand around your front to slide his fingers along the vertical hem of your pajama bottoms tentatively, not wanting to wake you but still wanting to make you writhe for him. it starts with a teasing touch against your covered center and slowly transcends into small circles, where his fingertips can feel an increasing warmth as they lure you into an aroused state

↝somnophile!sonic who is so easily tempted by the way you begin to sigh in your sleep that he can’t stop himself from moving you onto your back so he can climb between your legs. he rests on his stomach, arms holding your thighs into a soft bend at the knee to keep them open. his eyes looked up to see your sleeping face, still peaceful but subtly flushed, as he worked your clothes off. it helps that he moves faster than most minds can comprehend because you only stir when the cool air of the night meets your damp slit

↝somnophile!sonic who grinds his stiffened length into the bed as best he could in his laying position while his mouth works for a taste of you. every time a night like this keeps him awake, he’s torn between making you fall apart on his tongue or yanking you from your rest when the pleasure of his cock filling you gets too intense for your stationary mind to ignore. but he can never deny his fill of you; it’s dangerous once he gets a single lick, just the hint of your flavor makes it so incredibly hard for him to pull away that he easily forgets to be gentle with your pliant body

↝somnophile!sonic who ruins his own orgasm when he stains the bed sheets with his release, only to see what he could have had instead. your slit is glistening with your lust and his saliva, presenting an inviting sheen as if to mock him for his inability to hold back. humping into the mattress may have felt so satisfying in the moment, making him moan against your folds as he shoved his tongue into your hole, but it could never compare to the feeling of your walls sucking him in

↝somnophile!sonic who is overwhelmingly unsatisfied with the ending he met, so he lifts himself onto his knees and meanly wraps a hand around his spent length to force it back to life. his teeth grit against the sensitivity but he bears through it, casting his eyes over your sleeping form and imagining everything he could do to wake you. he listens to the memory of your moans as he pumps his cock, stuttering exhales leaving him when he returns his tongue to your heat for extra encouragement

↝somnophile!sonic who works himself back into standing and eagerly slots his legs between yours to align his tip to your entrance. its the one moment he's holding his breath as he pushes in, waiting to see if you react. yet, save for a shift in your weight, you remain vulnerable in rest

↝somnophile!sonic who doesn’t hold back in his thrusts, keeping a fast pace as he appreciates the stark difference between you and the mattress. his hands messily push your shirt up and anything that might get in the way of your chest before he’s leaning down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. he’s inconsiderate, he knows he is, but he feels like a starved man chasing a meal—zealous and earnest

↝somnophile!sonic who cums inside you with a deep arch of his back. he’ll clean you up and return your clothes to their original state, but he won’t do anything to tell you about his seed that painted your cervix. if you feel something the next morning, he’ll only press a kiss to your forehead before running off with an unfelt apology

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⛧touchstarved!shadow who could hardly last a few minutes the first time you had sex. it truly may have been that he was a virgin, but whatever reason fact, he stood no chance against the feel of your body on his

⛧touchstarved!shadow who still has to grit his teeth, eyes shutting tightly and breathing heavy against your skin, whenever he bottoms out, nestled deep inside you, to fight the urge to cum right then and there. there was no explaining how good you felt around him, your soft walls sucking him in with sweet promises of fulfillment. there was no stopping the throbs that made his length twitch but he almost died trying

⛧touchstarved!shadow is like a moth to a flame. every bit of composure that makes his posture rigid is dissolving under the temptation of you, flaring his lust so extremely that he borders on sensitivity from your kiss alone. but no matter how much you sear into him, reducing him to mere instincts as he chases his addiction, he can’t resist, can’t stop. he’ll go round after round until you’re pleading for a break or his exhaustion gets the best of him (more than once he’s considered removing his inhibitors)

⛧touchstarved!shadow who loves to go down on you, face shoved between your legs while he devours you entirely, too starved for the taste of you. the passion does not end without you cumming on his tongue as least once, it’s a nonnegotiable rule. you’ve had the pleasure of seeing his skill and technique improve with how often he spread your legs open on his muzzle. where, before, he was slow and curious he was now eager and thorough, lapping at your arousal with fervor

⛧touchstarved!shadow who is weak to your touch on his ears and can’t help but bite down on you whenever you tug on them. never before did he think they would be so sensitive, but never before did anyone actually touch them. the discovery came accidentally when you were stroking his head and your hand wandered a little too far in your distraction. it was a tickle at first, making his ear flick, but then you were massaging the base—lured in by its softness—and his body tensed, tearing him from the relaxed state he’d fallen into and tossing him into the hands of interest. he hadn’t said anything, choosing to remain silent under your hand to preserve your peace, but a flush had settled across his face and he nuzzled further into you as need sank its teeth into the pit of his stomach

⛧touchstarved!shadow who experienced your love for the first time and could never get enough, even months—years—later. he seeks you out constantly, always pulled in by one thing or another, and though he’s much more capable of holding himself together in front of you he still is highly affected by the feel of your skin. By the way you hug him close. Even by the way you hold his hand, where, in his darkest states, he imagines it wrapped around his shaft moving so seductively

⛧touchstarved!shadow yearns for your presence and your warmth so his favorite position is missionary where he can hold you close and hear your symphony of praise directly into his ear. he moves differently in each round, but never fails to start and finish oh so softly; pace slow, deep, and sensual as he reminds you that he loves more than his heart can ever contain

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⛧vampire!shadow who was scared to love you at first because, to him, forever is literal. he’d already felt the mortality of loved ones before, he didn’t need to be reminded of its pain. and yet…

⛧vampire!shadow couldn’t stop himself from falling for you. at first it’d been your scent that lured him in, so much sweeter and smoother than the rest. he could tell just from a single inhale that you were a promised addiction if he let you become one; it took him a while to realize he loved you for more than your blood. And even longer was the time it took for him to accept his feelings. he had always lived in preference of never having loved at all over having loved and lost.

⛧vampire!shadow didn’t make a move until it hit him that for every day he hesitated, he lost a day that could have been spent with you. this epiphany was all he needed to spring into action, giving himself to you entirely.

⛧vampire!shadow is much more possessive and jealous than the average person. this arises from the fact that he knows your humanity is a curse, limiting the days of your life, so he can’t stand the thought of someone trying to take your heart away from him. how dare they waste your time with weak flirtations and meaningless woos, it’s obvious you’re uninterested and even more that you’re taken. perhaps he should refresh the mark he’s left on you…

⛧vampire!shadow is a soul of the night, blissful in the shadows left behind after the sun. its only during the late hours in which he finds himself most comfortable and willing be vulnerable with you. under the moonlight is when he first confessed to you and only when the stars watch are when he’ll pull you into a dance.

⛧vampire!shadow finds comfort in your life so he always listens for, and to, your pulse; it’s become a metronome to him, soothing and leading. hearing it reminds him that you are safe, that you are present, that you are truly here with him. for someone as isolated as him, your company is an angel’s touch, breathing warmth into his cold veins

⛧vampire!shadow, on the topic of cold, can’t generate his own body heat so he seeks out yours. on the surface it’s an innocent habit of his to hold you close, cuddling you while you rest in bed or holding your hand as you take him around the town shopping for groceries. but underneath his affectionate lingering there is a more carnal desire for your warmth.

⛧vampire!shadow loves to cockwarm you, craving the fever of your walls. it’s an addiction for him to pull you onto his chest, encouraging you to wrap your arms and legs around him while he seats himself inside you so he could soak in every ounce of your radiance.

⛧vampire!shadow doesn’t sleep but still accompanies you in bed while you do, because of this he’s often left alone clinging to your sleeping form for hours on end. usually, it’s nothing he has complaints about, simply tracing invisible patterns onto your skin and pressing cool kisses to your forehead when he feels a sudden bubble of affection. however, occasionally he grows bored, tired of the silence and longing for your smile. this yearning of his has lead to a interest in somnophilia; with your consent he’s entertaining his loneliness with your body, listening for the hitches in your breathing as he buries himself between your thighs. he wants to see how long your unconscious mind can handle the slide of his length before sweet dreams become realization

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⛧his sex drive is a little lower than normal, but when he’s in the mood he’s not so easily satisfied. expect a couple hours, at least, from him

⛧missionary is his favorite position because he likes the closeness, but he will only start and end in this position. in between is when he gets a bit more intense, holding you in a mating press or letting you ride him—speaking of which, he prefers to be on top but he will never say no to letting you use him for your own pleasure. it turns him on beyond his brain capacity to watch the way you rock yourself against him with nothing but lust on your mind, your song of moans and cries making his grip your thighs tightly

⛧his ears are sensitive, both to touch and to sound. he might not be able to cum from you massaging them, but he will be reduced to a needy state where he’s clenching his teeth to keep from grinding into whatever is nearby. whispering into his ears, or blowing on them playfully, is a sure fire way of turning him on

⛧prefers giving rather than receiving oral. there’s just something about the way your legs shake and try to shut around his head whenever he coaxes an orgasm out of you with his tongue that does it for him. his muzzle will be soaked in your arousal by the time he lets up, a concentrated look in his eyes as he licks himself clean

⛧his quiet nature carries over into the bedroom, but he does groan deeply at times; heavy breathing is more of what he does throughout. when he finds his release, he’s muffling his sounds by kissing you or biting down on you—anything really that will occupy his mouth. by the end of it, you’ll find yourself covered in his marks and he apologizes for being so careless in the placement of some

⛧if allowed, he loves to spill inside you, coating your walls with his seed. it might be due to the deep-rooted desire to claim, to let all others know that you’re his to have a family with, but you’ll never truly know. shadow hardly explains himself and does his best to change the subject every time you ask

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A = Aftercare [what is he like after sex?]

affectionate and quiet, he’ll press gentle kisses across your body as he cleans you up. reassures you that he’ll take care of everything so just relax—is not frugal with his praise. his words are tinted with a shy tone, but more than anything, he’s reaffirming you with loving phrases and soothing cuddles

B = Body part [what is his favorite body part of yours and his?]

he doesn’t have one for himself, thinking that every part of him is equal in its ability. it’s more modest than it sounds when he’s content to let you use him however you want. on you, it’s your stomach. the expanse of skin, the softness of it, the way it looks when it’s compliment by his hands, it drives him crazy especially if you ever show it off with your clothes or jewelry

C = Cum [anything to do with it]

very messy in the way he stains you with it. he never goes just one round, always wanting needing more, so by the end, you’ll be dripping with his release. he prefers to cum inside of you but if you’re concerned about it, your pelvic area is second best

D = Dirty secret

has more dirty dreams about you than he will ever reveal. you’ll never know either because he’s so sly in his dealing of the effects, teleporting away from your sleeping form to relieve himself quickly before returning like he was never gone; his incredible stealth has allowed him to go this far without ever waking you. on the downside, he’s pretty much pavloved himself into getting hard whenever he lies next to you at night

E = Experience [does he know what he’s doing?]

you are the first for him in every which way. he never let himself get close to anyone before, not willing to face anymore broken attachments, which meant a relationship was far from present in his mind. he never understood how you broke through his prickly defenses, but he will forever cherish you for it. you’ve had the honor of witnessing his improvement, going from stiff and slow motions to skilled with preference

F = Favorite position

he has two, both on complete opposite ends: missionary and doggy. missionary is for the times he yearns for your proximity, to fuse himself to you under the weight of shared love and lust. doggy is for the times he’s attempting to satisfy the longing in his heart for a family to call his own once more

G = Goofy [how serious is he in the moment?]

completely serious. he does not take your shared moments lightly, and it doesn’t help when he’s expending his entire mind just to focus on how good you feel around him

H = Hair [how well groomed is he and does the carpet match the drapes?]

uhm, well…he has fur…so…yeah. He keeps himself clean, both in appearance and in hygiene

I = Intimacy [how romantic is he in the moment?]

for the most part he’s quite romantic, soft in the way he loves your body and deep in the way he slides into you. but on those doggy days he forgoes romance for satisfaction, wanting only to satiate the yearning to stuff you full under the promise of life

J = Jack off [masturbation hc]

hates getting himself off, absolutely despises it. for as tough and fearless as he is, he can’t face his lust alone and feels rather silly whenever he runs his hand over himself. the only time he is actually successful with it is when his dreams plague his thoughts

K = Kink

he can get pretty feral on a bad day which are often the times he’s found new interests:

- breeding, self explanatory

- mirror play, he wants you to watch yourself fall apart

- voyeurism, loves to watch you warm yourself up for him

L = Location [favorite places to have sex]

anywhere that is in the privacy of your home. as mentioned before, he never goes for one round only so doing it in public is kind of impossible. he likes to take his time with you too, easily falling into a drunken state intoxicated by your taste

M = Motivation [what turns him on?]

whenever you flirt with him. the effect is cemented in his love for you, always able to be depended on when you’re feeling bold. he sees it like this: if you act coy like that, then you must want his attention. who is he to deny you that, then?

N = No [something he would not do]

inflicting pain is a hard no for him, he can’t bring himself to reduce you to an object. spanking is as far as he’ll go, but even then he holds himself back

O = Oral [preference in service and skill level]

prefers to give rather than receive; there is no better feeling for him than to unravel you at the seams with his mouth alone. loves the taste of you on his tongue and the way you mindfully pull at his ears

P = Pace [is he fast and rough or slow and sensual?]

another that depends on his mood. romantic leaning sex sets him into a slower pace that reaches deeper inside you, wanting you to experience every centimeter of him. feral leaning sex drives him into a faster pace with higher impact thrusts as he aims to stuff you full

Q = Quickie [his opinion of them and how often they’ll occur]

not a fan of them, but if desperate times call for desperate measures he will. the problem is quickies with him are never quick. they don’t last as long as normal sex, but they go on for enough time that food will go cold and people might think the two of you left

R = Risk [how willing is he to experiment?]

pretty risky if that is what you want. if it was up to him then he would keep the same things in rotation, i.e positions or kinks, because he knows it’s good and he knows he can get you to enjoy it. but he’s also very inclined to service you so whatever will make you the happiest, he’ll do it dutifully

S = Stamina [how long can he last?]

to you it might feel like forever when he’s pulled so many orgasms out of you that you might pass out from exhaustion, but in reality he can go for a few hours straight. he’s the ultimate life form, he can withstand a little bit of physical activity and a handful mind shattering orgasms—and even if he can’t, he still does. he’s got an addiction…

T = Toys [does he use them, or does he like them?]

he doesn’t have an opinion of them. he wouldn’t use them since he’s confident in his ability, but if they were something you wanted to bring in them he’s okay with it. he would enjoy watching you work yourself open with them, that's for sure

U = Unfair [how much he likes to tease]

he doesn’t have the patience to tease you too long, always giving in to your sweet cries and delicious engulfment. his unfairness comes from the fact that the two of you won’t stop until he’s done

V = Volume [how loud is he and what sounds does he make?]

on a scale of 1 to 10, where 10 is straight yelling, he is a 4. his quiet nature carries over into the bedroom, but he’s not silent. deep groans, soft praises, and heavy breaths are the sounds he makes

W = Wild Card [random hc]

he really wants to fuck you on his motorcycle, but he doesn’t know how to bring it up. so many ideas float around in his head of all the ways he could have you crying his name—making you sit in front, bending you over the side, laying you against the seat, the list goes on and on. It doesn’t help that the urge is a prickling annoyance to his self control whenever you ride with him and your arms wrapped tightly around his waist

X = X-ray [what’s going on between his legs?]

like the rest of him, his dick is well balanced with a satisfying length and wide girth colored similar to his muzzle but a few more shades pink

Y = Yearning [how high is his sex drive?]

surprisingly, he doesn’t have a very high drive. he could go a few weeks without lust flooding his veins, but if you need him then he’s there. a couple well said words and some well placed kisses will have him ready to go

Z = Zzz [how quickly does he fall asleep?]

not for a while, he’ll stay up to take care of you and hold you while you recover, then he’ll clean up the area a bit before he finally feels the adrenaline in his body faded away enough to make him feel tired

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⛧expecting!shadow whose reaction to the news of your pregnancy was to immediately try to make it twins, despite you telling him that it's not how that works. there was nothing in this world that was impossible, so who says he couldn't help you make one more child or two

⛧expecting!shadow who's possessiveness over you completely skyrockets. now it's not just you that he wants to keep safe but his baby as well which means he has to be extra assertive to the people around you. you're not sure if its instinctive or adaptive when he's scowling at anyone who stands too close and bearing teeth when they touch you. it's even worse if he comes home to you smelling like anyone else besides him, you, or a mixture of both. it does not matter if it was a friend's lingering scent or your family, he is immediately fixing it

⛧expecting!shadow who, for all that he tries, simply can not get over the proof of his bond to you. it drags him down into insatiability when he's nuzzling into the roundness of your pregnancy, filling him with so much adoration for the life the two of you created that it trickles into lust and you can hardly keep him from sliding into you while his mouth leaves a million little marks. you often hear him murmuring into your skin, telling your baby to make room for it's sibling so it won't be alone

⛧expecting!shadow who hates that he has to give you space at night to sleep comfortably. he knows its dangerous to cling to you as tightly as he used to but he just isn't used to the distance and maybe it won't be so bad if you use him instead of your pillow to support yourself, right? but shadow is too overprotective and will take absolutely no risk even if you tell him it's fine. he's his worst enemy when it comes to making decisions

⛧expecting!shadow who has a mental list of names for the baby but is too embarrassed to tell you. he wants to let you decide because you're the one carrying, but he itches to tell you that he's long been preparing for this moment. in fact, he's thought so far into his child's life that he's already trying to make a difference in his

⛧expecting!shadow who is worried that he'll be a bad father and an even worse influence. he tries to adopt more positive traits, making you raise an eyebrow at the sudden change of character, but he feels too fake—he doesn't want his baby to think that he is. more than once he's spiraled into a void of thoughts wondering if he made the wrong choice asking you to start a family with him, but each time he does he only needs to see you, soft in your glow and rubbing a hand against your stomach, to know that he would never want another life

⛧expecting!shadow who is all the more attentive of you, taking over your responsibilities when you get further along in your term, massaging your body almost every night, encouraging you to adjust your diet and take walks with him, etc.. he's done his research, even if it did embarrass him slightly when a group of elders cooed at him for the stack of baby books he brought to the register to buy. almost every bit of knowledge that he could learn about, he did, and he kept it in his memory for the sake of your health and safety

⛧expecting!shadow who went silent when the two of you were setting up the baby's belongings. his eyes traced over the painted wall, the stack of blankets that continuously grew (he was worried the baby would be cold!) the tiny clothes already put away, and he felt like this was too good to be true. he had everything he could ever want now—a family that was completely his—and it scared him that he might wake up at any moment from the stasis that imprisoned him all those years ago to find none of this existed. that it was all a cruel trick of his mind

⛧expecting!shadow who cannot wait for the day he can see his baby, cannot wait for the day he can hold the both of you in his arms, cannot wait for the day he can listen to your matching giggles and thank himself for never having given in the sadness that blinded him

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ʚ♡ɞ completely inexperienced considering he’s been taking care of business almost all his life; he’s the definition of locked in with maximum security, so it’s no joke that he might only understand the technical side of sex—that is, for example, what it is, how it works, etc…but as far as the actual practice goes, he’s never really cared about it much for whatever reason that may be

ʚ♡ɞ with that said, he is nothing if not made entirely of conviction. from his very first time to each one after, he’s looking for ways to do better—better use of his hands, better technique, better positions. it could be the best night of your life and he’ll still devote himself to outdoing it. rip your peace whenever he’s feeling frisky because he will be exploring the extent of his fascination

ʚ♡ɞ on the topic of frisky, his drive is neither low nor high, but sinusoidal. sometimes he can go weeks just fine, other times he’s on you daily. he doesn’t have conventional turn-ons, so really it’s a luck of the draw when he’s looking at you intensely, pupils blown wide and complimented by a flush under his eyes

ʚ♡ɞ a surefire way to get him riled up is through a makeout. you can have him panting and pulling your hips down against his in sloppy grinds with just a few heavy kisses and a hand tangled in his chest fur. absolutely goes crazy when theres' a rush to it too, as if tears would be shed if he didn't push his way into you right then and there. some would say he enjoys moments where the air holds a feral tension

ʚ♡ɞ but...he's really vocal so you will never be able to sneak anywhere with him because he simply can't hold himself back no matter how big of a promise he makes to stay quiet. for this reason, he likes to keep intimacy restricted to your home or at least in places he knows are secluded even if they are out in the open

ʚ♡ɞ when it comes to positions, he doesn’t mind who is on top as long as he has the power to lead. this stems from the fact that patience is not his strongest virtue so he can only handle you teasing and taking things slow for so long before he’s snapping your false sense of control. he’ll apologize afterwards for being rough, but in the clutches of desperation he can only think with his body when he's forcing himself deeper inside your walls

ʚ♡ɞ he’s not very jealous so much as he is insecure. on worse days, he’ll take his anxiety out on you in some misguided attempt to remind you of the feelings you share. and maybe he's a bit possessive in your pleasure, wanting to be the only one to set you alight with it; but he means well when he's locking you in place, driven purely by determination and a point to make as he ruts into you, combining speed and depth in a dangerous mixture

ʚ♡ɞ on those intense days, he’ll droop against you once he’s had his fill, completely exhausted from overuse of his ESP. too tired to even move, he won’t even try to slip himself free, unintentionally cockwarming you as he falls asleep. without cleaning yourselves up, you may regret it in the later hours but for the time being you’ll have to put up with the sticky feeling…

ʚ♡ɞ big on biting! you’ll always stray from his arms covered in love marks bruised into your skin. he may not even realize how much he does it until you’re having to hide them the next day for public decency

ʚ♡ɞ has a need to stake his claim so the more of his presence can be detected on you, the better. its why he enjoys painting your body with his release rather than cumming inside; to anyone who can catch your scent, they'll know you're taken. its not something he does to objectify you, rather, he just carries the desire to keep the good things in his life. maybe its a bit primal of him, but he cant help but be a bit selfish when it comes to the things he loves

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▹as a machine, he struggles to understand your desires, not grasping what it is that drives you to press your fingers into yourself while he watches or how it must feel for you to sink down onto a rubber phallus with a sigh of his name. logically, his computer brain cannot comprehend lust, but what else could he call the thoughts that overheat his system?

▹he’s a robot, but he is a sentient one. he struggles to know his identity and may question his purpose, but if there is one thing he would know to be as real as himself, then it would be his attachment towards you. there has never been anyone who has treated him with such individuality, and if he can help it, then there will never be another; no one could ever replace you

▹so, then, perhaps love could be the closest description of the way he whirs in response to your voice that speaks promises to him in solitary. and when you press innocent, loving kisses to the cool steel of his muzzle, he can’t process the weight that stalls his system, making his red eyes flicker and joints spark

▹his attraction goes beyond a chemical reaction when he’s breaking the boundaries of his nature to help you follow satisfaction. his fingers are too sharp and he has no appendage to push into you, yet he continuously searches for ways to please you despite it. he can’t stop it, wanting to see the way you writhe when he presses a toy into you and wanting to hear the symphony of your moans as he threatens the surface of your skin with the pointedness of his form

▹it could be the lack of feeling that, ironically, has him leaning towards tender care. he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he wants to have you; it’s a harsh reality when he cannot give you reasoning to explain himself and it only shades him with frustrated aggression, making him just slightly more forceful when you’re moaning for him and he can’t do a thing

▹his consideration for your fragility goes out the window the moment he adorns his neo form. in this bigger, much stronger size he very easily overpowers you—which is exactly what he wants when he bullies you into submission with his words and actions. in this new ability to speak, he can finally tell you everything he’s ever wanted to do to you and how

▹you’re only allowed a moment to be stunned by his learned depth of awareness before he pulls you into his debauchery. he knows what that pull inside of him was now, what the nag of his processor was that he could never identify: possessiveness

▹he wants you to love only him, to know only him, to acknowledge only him. he wants your worship, undivided and devout, and the only way he’ll get that is if he shows you what supremacy really is. if you’re pliant, he’ll reward you, and if you beg then he just might give you what you want

▹edging, tortuous with its longevity, is only the beginning of what he’ll put you through. reducing you to a babbling mess is his goal when he roughly digs his fingers into your sensitivity, teasing you with filthy words as he forces you to the edge of pleasure only to deny you at the gate. he’s condescending in the way he coos at your whines, asking you what was wrong and what those tears of yours fell for

▹he won’t stop until you promise your love to him, forever lasting and unwavering. but he won’t accept your meek reassurance the first time, nor the second; he won’t even believe you the fifth or sixth time. he’ll only believe you when it’s the only thing on your mind—if you can’t form coherent thoughts but can muster a declaration of devotion to him then he knows he truly is all you see

▹with lewd praise he beckons your orgasm, finally, with his hands. the gentleness of which he lures you into your high with is a trap, making you falsely believe you found respite in his affection after hours

▹but your fractured peace is completely shattered when he doesn’t stop, even as you came. he continues relentlessly, mocking you when you squeal pleads for him to stop, already beyond overly sensitive from the prolonged foreplay

▹“Isn't this what you wanted?” he asked, “What you spent hours begging for? 'Please Neo' you cried and wept, pathetic in your own want, and me, like your god, answered your calls. Am I not merciful in the way I choose to oblige your desires—only for you to say stop?

▹You want me to stop? Commanding your master so blatantly, twisted by your own selfish whims. Need I remind you of your place—of who reigns over everything here, including you and your desires? Tell me again, then, who holds the power to decide when to stop or go?”

▹brutally he’s tossing you into blinding ecstasy, making up for all the times he couldn’t. just for you, he designed a gift, created to fill you completely with thoughts of all your toys in mind. he only pulls his fingers free from your spasming hold when you’re struggling to breathe between the shocks of lust forcing your spine into an arch

▹you’re hardly present when he removes the fabric encircling his hips, exposing the girth of a synthetic cock. it was completely intentional when he molded the shape to be eternally stuck in an erect stance; he knew his incline for you would never be limited to singular times or places, it would be on his mood when he decided to have you falling into sexual despair

▹every position is fair game, but the ones where he can use his strength against you are his favorites; carried, against the wall, full nelson, mating press, etc—he’s almost predatory in his need to dominate, binding your arms so you could not interrupt yourself and often covering your eyes to heighten the feeling of his length slamming into you

▹he may not feel sex the way you do, but the satisfaction that wells up inside him practically lubricates his system, making him all the more persistent in spreading you wide on his cock. you won’t have to worry about whether or not he’s enjoying himself, his gift to you was intricate in the way he shaped it and in the features he included, such as the white substance that erupted from it when he deemed beneficial in timing

▹his release is viscous against your skin, leaving behind a small greasy residue that he intended for. you could wash it off, but it would take a short time and double showers. in every which way, neo metal sonic is very thorough in his claim on you

▹through it all, though, you’ve never felt unsafe or pressured. not only is he always scanning you for signs of distress or proof that you were really at the limitations of your body, but he slips in honest confessions of his cherished bond with you in between his dirty talk even if they are spoken in a stern tone

▹refers to you as his “spark” because he does not have a heart but you are what keeps him alive. after he’s sullied you enough that even time itself would be shy to look at you, he’s cradling you in his arms mechanically, buzzing proclamations of vulgar praise into you while you recover

▹he’s entirely overprotective of you, limiting any outside world interaction with you as if you were a precious artifact that he was deigned guardian of. this feeling is heightened every time you fall into an exhausted sleep against him, covered in evidence of his tie to you. everything he does is for you, his faithful believer who has never once strayed away in your adoration of him

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You watched your reflection in the mirror, searching for something worthy of the attention you received from greenhill's great hero. There had to be some trait, some wow-factor that made you shine...right? Everyone had something: Knuckles was the handsome protector, Amy the beautiful leader, even Silver who had only recently been welcomed to your world had claimed the title of pretty boy savior. It was only logical that you should have an outstanding feature, something that others would mention amidst their daily gossip.

And yet, even after bearing the weight of your judgmental gaze for the better part of half an hour, you found....nothing. You couldn't look more like an ordinary citizen even if you tried. How did Rouge keep herself so well groomed even as she tread through forests and laboratories? You felt that your hair was decent at best, lacking a stunning shine. And Tails? Even the young fox seemed to be more interesting than you, having such a unique skill that others couldn't help but rely on him. But you? You weren't sure what you could offer that wasn't already offered by everyone else.

The heavy sigh that fell from your lips couldn't be helped. Not wanting to be striped bare, you forced yourself to exit the bathroom, pushing the burden of your thoughts away to be dealt with later—or never again. This ugly feeling was something you were quite familiar with, and despite the prick of its weight, you had learned how to mask your vulnerability. With a small smile, you made your way back to the living room where you saw blue ears peeking over the edge of the armrest twitch.

Upon hearing you, Sonic opened an eye, "You're back, I was beginning to think you crawled out the window and ran away.”

His arms were crossed behind his head, acting as pillows as he stretched his body out across the length of the couch, leaving and inch or two reserved for you. Before your bathroom trip, you hadn’t minded his sprawled out dozing and made yourself comfortable by settling his legs over your lap. Now, however, you found yourself wary of proximity, too aware of yourself to resume your original position. Settling on the floor in front on him, your back pressed against the couch front, you shrugged your shoulders, “I’m sorry, I got a bit distracted by the mirror,” you responded, feigning a nonchalant tone.

An agreeing noise sounded, “oh I’ve been there. With looks as good as ours, reflective surfaces are a real danger to time.”

You cast a curious glance at him, realizing he had shut his eyes once more and shifted a centimeter closer to you. For Sonic, the warmth of your presence and the soft volume of the television was as comforting as the sunshine in a flowery field—he almost purred with content. But when you remained silent to his quip, he stirred, peeking through one eye only to see you watching him with a look on your face he couldn’t quite place.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“‘With looks as good as ours’?” you repeated his words.

The hedgehog nodded his head, visibly confused, “Yeah? What? Did I say something wrong again?”

You shook your head, smoothing the tension from your shoulders. There wasn’t anything wrong with he said, but the timing of it made you wince. And while you knew he was joking, you couldn’t help but overthink his words. Biting the inside of your lip you gathered your strength.

“Can I ask you something? Full honesty?” you said, voice a bit more somber than you had hoped.

“Ask away, I’ve got all the answers for you. Possibly. It’s more like I’ve got many answers for you but you get the point.”

How classic it was of Sonic to keep the spirit alive no matter the situation. He made it look so easy, like any problem could be solved with that signature smirk of his followed and a pun. You wondered if he ever felt the way you had, or did you burden him with your worries? If you told him all that you thought, would he think of you as weak? Over complicated? Not worth it? That idea alone was enough to make your heart drop, but you couldn’t stop yourself from asking. You had to know: “Do you think I’m good enough for you?”

“Whoa, where’d that come from?” Sonic asked, fully awake now as he moved to sit himself up on his elbows, “Is this related to your bathroom vacation? You’ve got a look that suggests you didn’t have a party in there.”

Turning back around to face the TV, you pulled your knees to your chest and rest your arms over them. You replied, “I guess you could call it a moment of self-reflection. Or an epiphany depending on how this goes.”

“Well, then I guess I do have all the answers for you. So to give one for your question: yes, I think you are. More than you even need to be,” a gloved hand slid between you, moving to hold the underside of your jaw and lifting it until your head was tilting back. Sonic leaned over you with a smile, “I feel like this is obvious. But if you don’t believe me, I can prove it to you.”

You hadn’t gotten to respond, cut off by the press of his lips to yours. Despite being upside down to each other, the movement hadn’t felt awkward, and very quickly you felt yourself soothed by it. This isn’t how you’d planned for your honesty to come out and you weren’t sure if it would change anything by the end of it; yet, lured in by his obvious distraction, you found that you weren’t disapproving of it.

For the fastest thing alive, his pace was slow and syrupy with emotion he wanted to pour into you. You desperately wanted to know what he meant but the chains of your self-hate held you down, not letting you believe what Sonic felt was truth. It wasn’t until his kiss trailed lower, past your lips over the skin underneath your jaw, that you tugged at his hands holding your head up.

“How does this prove anything?” you asked in a hushed voice.

“Think about it, it’ll come to you along the way.“

“…and if it doesn’t?”

“I’ve got time. I’ll explain it all night long if I have to—I am totally cool with that idea.”

He chuckled with interest, head coming up to peck your lips once more before pulling back completely. In a second you had been moved onto the couch with Sonic taking your spot on the floor, however, instead of facing away from the couch like you had, he was settled between your knees.

That smug smirk you knew all too well adorned his face as he held your hips, his thumbs rubbing small circles into your skin. You looked down at him, unsure of yourself, but offering a smile nonetheless and brushing a hand over his quills carefully, “I wouldn’t be keeping you from anything, would I?”

“Nope, but even if I did have something going on, I’d much rather be doing this. Call me domestic but I like having you all to myself with no interruptions.”

Sonic had leaned up towards you with every word he spoke, his voice going lower and deeper following his actions until he finished with another kiss. Just like before he took his time, leading you through every breath until he had you pliant enough to slip his tongue into your mouth. All the while, his hands roamed your waist, bunching the fabric of your shirt up and slipping underneath it to feel more of you.

Exhaling a small sigh, you moved your arms down to his shoulders and dug the tips of your fingers into his fur. You could feel the slender muscle beneath, smooth in the way it shifted with his hands, and you silently thought about how you looked in comparison. It was a creeping thought, slithering into your mind at the worst moment, and you couldn't shake it away. It must have shown in the way you stiffened against him, in the way your kiss became forced from overthinking your movements. You hadn't even realized your eyebrows had furrowed slightly until Sonic pulled away, "don't worry, babe, I got this. Trust me."

You weren't really sure what he was referring to but you nodded anyway and watched the way his half-open eyes watched you right back for a moment. As if satisfied with your response, Sonic shuffled on his knees one step, two steps back until he had enough space to lean into you. More eagerly, he hovered his lips over your stomach, his breath warm against you as he nuzzled into your soft skin. His hands held you in place by the waist, no longer stroking you softly. You willed yourself not to let your insecurities push him away, biting your lip to force yourself to pay attention to the hedgehog; watch the admiration in his expression when he looked at you, feel the way he kissed down the center of your ribs, past your bellybutton, and across your pelvis.

It felt nice, slightly ticklish but still so nice. Comforting even, so much so that you could miss the haze settling between the two of you. "What are you worried about?" Sonic murmured against you, looking up at you, "I'm looking all over and only see perfection. Don't you think that greenhill's hero deserves perfection? I'll be a little offended if you say no, by the way."

Huffing a laugh, you lightly pinched the tip of his ear, "it's not that simple."

"It is, actually. You just need a little convincing...Uhm, does this count as gaslighting?"

His question had been rhetorical so he hadn't expected a response from you; a good thing because suddenly he let himself fall between your legs. Not wanting to prick yourself with his quills you had automatically widened your knees and Sonic could only be grateful for it, wrapping his arms underneath your knees to hold your legs in that position. It had allowed him to trail open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh, switching between your left and right in a greedy attempt to have all of you. You felt your breath hitch in your throat, heart hammering in your chest, when a warm tongue began kitten-licking the spots marked by kisses.

The turmoil in your heart had almost completely dissolved under the flushed heat warming your bones. Sonic moved with the pace of a worm, inching towards the center of you, building suspense like the tease he was. He had promised to make you focus on him and he was not breaking it, even if the leisurely pace went against everything he was. If he had half a mind to talk to you seriously, he'd tell you that it was as frustrating for him as it was for you. He was already rearing to go! Had he not had a mission in mind, he would have gotten to the point a while ago. Maybe even before your trip to the bathroom—and he couldn't be blamed! You always looked so good, what was he supposed to do? Ignore you? As if. He was your boyfriend, he's allowed to be attracted to you! So who could laugh at him now, when he's lavishing the plush of your thighs with love so close to you that he could smell you. He shouldn't be judged for the way a red edge had begun to peek through blue fur.

How silly that you could only see yourself through a pinhole when everyone else witnessed you through a kaleidoscope. Sonic thought to himself that he'd have to compliment you more after this. But that was another mission for another time. Right now, he had finally reached where you anticipated him most. You let out a choked breath when he nosed your slit through your shorts. Boldly, he followed his nose with his tongue, licking a broad strip up and releasing a contented sound. You realized then that he was close to panting, tongue sticking out slightly as he repeat his actions.

You weren't in any better shape, struggling to hold back sounds and biting down on your lip so hard your brain worried you'd make it bleed. Your shirt was still hiked up to your ribs but it didn't bother you as much as the barrier of clothing covering your lower half; the temptation to remove them was consuming but it meant pushing the hedgehog away, an idea that had you strongly disapproving. Especially when Sonic had taken to pressing his lips fully against your clothed slit, mouthing you as if he hoped to taste you through the fabric.

"Sonic," you called, voice weak as desire muddled your senses. He hummed in response, half-listening, and you gasped at the vibration; his ears tracked the sound, perking forward. Your noises...he wanted to hear more of them. They spurred him on, encouraging a surge of lust to flow over him so strongly that he could come from that alone.

Invigorated, the hedgehog forced himself back, just enough to slip your bottoms off and expose your sensitivity beneath, slicked and all but dripping arousal. Sonic grinned, "I always love the response I get from you. So consistent. Like you're made for me."

Flushing at his words, you leaned your head back to hide, eyes shut to not witness whatever flirty tease would come next. But Sonic hated that immediately, "nu-uh. You've got to watch. How else will you learn if you ignore the professor? Come on, babe!"

"'Professor'," you repeated, "why would you call yourself that now of all times?"

"Because you can call me doctor with the way I'll heal your heart. Just watch, there's nothing more effective than a little Sonic Love," he said smugly, proud of how cheesy he was being. Laughing breathy, you opened your eyes and looked back down at him to see he had a subtle flush of his own. You lifted a hand to stroke the top of his head; "Much better. Thank you for being such a willing patient. I'd expect nothing less from my very cool girlfriend," Sonic nodded his head once before resuming what he started.

He almost felt dizzy with want as he took one last look at your soaked center, but it didn't stop him from leaning in for a taste. A shudder ran down your spine when his tongue lapped your arousal, collecting it with the enthusiasm of a starving man. Sonic had meant to take his time, honestly, he had planned to worship you for as long as he could...but ever weak for you, he'd caved in rather quickly. It was an onslaught of licks, kisses, and suckling and it unraveled you in a record speed; it didn't help that, while he thrust his tongue into your entrance, his nose prodded at the external bundle of nerves just above your hole.

Moans slipped from your mouth like a song and knife cutting at the strands of Sonic's composure. Perhaps if he was close enough, he would have chased friction against the couch. In his spot, however, there was nothing his could do for his own signs of arousal half protruding from the hidden chamber just beneath his belly. Still, it was all worth it to see that way you fell apart from his mouth alone.

His eyes flit up to yours to make sure you were still looking and it, embarrassingly, sent a zap of electricity through you. Watching the way he pleasured you had admittedly been something you will never be able to forget the memory of, but even more than that was witnessing the eagerness in which he serviced you with. The way he licked into you like his favorite meal, the way he—perhaps unintentionally--massaged your clit, and the way your essence had soaked his face, it was enough to make you swoon.

A cry of his name was the only warning you gave before you tipped over the peak, clenching around his tongue and thighs spasming against his head. Your back had arched off the couch and your grip on his head had tightened considerably as you came, a reaction so wonderful in the eyes of Sonic that he let out his own muffled moan against you as his own orgasm caught him off guard. Where you had released onto his awaiting tongue, Sonic had dirtied the fur on his stomach and the floor beneath his knees. He'd regret it later, but now, as the two of you rode out your high, he found he could only focus on the way he still yearned for you.

When he retracted his mouth from your core, you immediately felt colder, but you weren't given the chance to consider it when the hedgehog had moved up to pull you into a kiss. "You look like you still need some motivation," he told you between breaths, "lets get somewhere more comfortable."

Whether you had indeed found closure to your earlier reservations or not, Sonic would not let you forget for the following hours.

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↝following the strange sound into the backyard of your home had been a mistake, a classic D-grade horror film mistake, and you could laugh at how silly an idea it had been if you weren’t currently struggling to breathe without inhaling the dirt beneath you. with the side of your face pressed into the earth and your spine forced into a deep curve, your hips jutted out high into the air, exposing the deepest part of you to the elements and held in place by a tight grip

↝you’d never seen him like this before, your beloved hedgehog, normally so charismatic and free, now feral with unnatural instincts. his form was hardly recognizable, no longer slender and bright, but sharper, wilder, darker, and larger all around. had it not been for the familiar way he addressed you, you would have run away the second you spotted the stalking shadow

↝despite the deeper gravel of his voice, you'd recognized the pattern of his tone when he'd called you by name, only for him to verify his identity with an admission of regret for exposing you to such a state. it took you a handful of moments to process your discovery, not noticing the predatory glimmer in sonic's eyes

↝his senses were heightened and he could smell your curiosity wafting into the air from where you stood. a single deep inhale was all that it'd taken for the hedgehog—werehog?—to preemptively apologize, animalistic desires blooming in his chest, and creep towards you, influencing you to step away nervously until your back pressed against the fence lining your yard. it was there that he trapped you, kissing you sloppily, mouth unused to the protruding fangs or the extra length of his tongue. you struggled to keep up, mind stuttering at the event unfolding, and sonic took advantage of that; his clawed hands roughly pawed the curves of your body, making your breath hitch when the sharp tip of his nails pinched into your skin

↝in this state, sonic’s patience halved while his urges doubled. he couldn’t wait for so long, quickly growing unsatisfied with the innocence of a kiss. he desired more: more of you, more of the pleasure he gained from having you, more everything. he wanted you, he needed you, he'd have you—these words were a prayer in his head, tempting him into pushing you down to the ground onto your hands and knees while he clumsily undressed anything that stood in his way of filling you. your bare hips, presenting the sweetest part of you like dessert, had fanned the flames lit by domineering instinct and it snapped the cord holding sonic's restraint. leaning over you, he latched his mouth onto the crook of your neck and harshly rut against you with little coordination, loving and hating the way his inflamed tip caught against your hole only to slip off in resistance to his sizable girth. every glide of his length across your slit made you wince, dizzying you with the way the shape of him felt growing slick with your arousal

↝and yet, despite hardly being prepared, the werehog only had half a mind—all of it consumed with the desire to fuck you. he felt little hesitancy when he suddenly aligned himself to you, enticing himself with a slow tease of his tip against your entrance before bullying his way inside without notice. you cried out at the stretch, completely hollowed out by the sheer size of him, but sonic hadn't let up, growling to keep you in place while he paused to tamper the pleasure searing through him. it would be so easy to spill into you right then in there with the way your walls held him in a vice grip, pulsing in attempt to make the intrusion comfortable. but he couldn't, not yet.

↝just seconds shy of a minute, the werehog finally moved, pulling out completely only to shove back in—once, twice he repeated the motion, each time pushing deeper than the last, before settling into a rapid pace and using his weight atop you to keep your pressed down

↝it was unlike the hedgehog to treat you so roughly, but you could not find it in you to protest his behavior, enjoying this feral side side of him far too much; with his heightened senses, sonic could tell you did too. he could smell the desire on your skin, drunk on its taste as he lapped at the pulse beneath your jaw. and when he chuffed, chest rumbling with dog-ish groans that matched the rhythm of his hips, he could hear how much wetter you became, feeling the evidence all along his cock

↝by the time sonic felt himself swelling with impending release, his mind had been completely lost to the carnal greed that came from the idea of making your belly grow round. your velvety walls sucked him in so beautifully, he could never betray you by pulling out, leaving you to flutter around nothing while he found his release between your thighs. he'd convinced himself of that much when he looked down your arching spine to watch the way he disappeared between your legs. it was so mesmerizing and he could feel himself throbbing with insatiability, reminding him of how sore he felt from the accumulation of fluid in his balls that begged to be freed inside you

↝moans slipped from your tongue in a symphony, squealing when large fingers began to rub messy circles into your sensitive nub and crying out his name when the coil of lust in your core finally snapped. spasms wracked your body and the werehog panted through an open mouth as he wildly chased his own high

↝over stimulation found you quickly with the way neither his hands nor his thrusts had not slowed. when you begged for a break, sonic had only been encouraged, pushing your shoulders down into the earth to fuck you deeper

↝in the future hours, sonic would tell you how beautiful you looked like this, completely at the mercy of his power. you could only blame yourself for behaving so foolishly, stepping out into the dark night only to unknowingly seduce the werehog into hunting you down with the thrill of having you in every possible way. with his endurance and stamina enhanced, you would learn the hard way that one orgasm would not be enough. you would learn the hard way that he would not stop, not until you were dripping and exhausted, unable to think of anything but the impression of him inside you

↝so when the werehog’s first orgasm seizes him, allowing him to paint you white from the inside out, the only words he could coherently speak were, “one more time”. It was this promise he’d deceive you with over and over again, until the moon itself could no longer watch, falling into the horizon

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Sonic was not a desperate type of person; expectant, sure, impetuous, always, but never desperate, never begging. Even when you had him grasping the cold kitchen counter top, fingers digging into the palm of his hand, he would not relinquish the weight of his determination. Quivering exhales left him in halves, panting under the sloppy swirl of your tongue.

You were settled between his legs, uncomfortable in your kneeling position in front of his chair but unwilling to move. Not until he pleaded for the release you so tortuously teased him with. It had started simple enough when playful flirting had manifested a heated kiss, the both of you indulging in the pleasure of body through groping hands. And when you lowered yourself onto him, resting your head on his thigh, fingers brushing against the base of his shaft, asking what he wanted, Sonic had sinfully grinned, "I'd like to hear how those flowery words of yours sound with your mouth full."

"Hmm," you pretended to consider, "alright. Only if you say 'please'."

But those words had ignited the flames of the current situation. The hedgehog had been too proud to 'ask nicely'—as you phrased it—which had resulted in you tormenting him, keeping him on the precipice of euphoria without pushing him over. Admittedly, you were impressed by his endurance. It'd been well over half an hour since you started and still he seemed to be holding strong. Unluckily for him, it only strengthened your resolve to make him fall apart.

Sonic's lap was a mess; a sticky concoction of his edged arousal and your saliva created a vulgar slicking sound whenever you ran your hand over the skin your lips couldn't reach. Bobbing your head, you swallowed whatever length you could, filling your throat with his inflamed tip and feeling it pulse with sensitivity. A matching flush had bloomed across the hedgehog's face and his ears had fallen back, eyes scrunched tightly shut, in a maddened chase of release. Although they weren't the words you awaited, choked moans spilled from his mouth as if they were the only sounds his over-worked brain could put together.

The hedgehog craved his hands on you, wanted to hold your head steady so he could drive his cock further into the soft tissues of your throat and finally, finally, relish in his long-awaited orgasm...but to do so would be to admit defeat.

He. Was. Not. Desperate.

Not when you kissed him so sweetly, fingers tracing the edges of his muzzle, not when you enticed him into forgetting his plans in favor of a round or two in bed, not even when you hummed around his dick, the vibrations baiting another stream of precum to dribble onto your seeking tongue while he bucked in his seat with a whine. But he came close.

The sound of your slurping broke his mind, the sight of drool escaping from the corners of your mouth with your lips stretched around his girth driving him to insanity. For the nth time he felt the despairing tension of an impending orgasm in his core and he tried his best to restrain the wild twitch of his hips to hide it from you, but the way he fell against the countertop with deep groans made you pull away tortuously. Letting his cock slip from your mouth, you watched the way it stood erect, angry in color and pitifully weeping a string of watery arousal that connected to your lips. Sonic let out a frustrated noise, feeling his quills raise in his agitation, and leaned back to look at you.

Feigning innocence, you gave him a wide-eyed look as you reached a hand to hold his throbbing appendage. "What's with that look?" You asked tenderly, "I'm only teaching you some manners." Slowly, with a loose grip, you began to stroke him, making him wince.

Through a hiss, Sonic felt the pressure in his abdomen begrudgingly dissipate. Disappointment drugged his nerves, flooding the last of his restrain. A heavy breath preceded his rasping tone, "...Please..."

Sonic was not desperate.

But for you, he was.

You smiled, pressing a wet kiss to the tip of his member, "There you go." Then you were lowering your mouth back onto him smoothly, making the hedgehog whimper. Mercifully you set a forgiving pace, swallowing him as far as you could and ensuring you pressed your tongue upwards to create a tighter space. Falling to your seduction, Sonic allowed himself to finally move his hands down, grabbing the back of your head to push you further onto his cock. Matching his thrusts to your bobbing head, he moaned deeply as the returning coils of climax imprisoned his body.

Steadying your breathing was a chore, difficult to focus on when the hedgehog used your mouth for his greed, but you managed. It hadn't taken long for his orgasm to hit, crashing into him full force and making him shove himself entirely into your willing throat. Explicit words tumbled from him when he filled your mouth with his release, ruthlessly keeping you choking on him as he rode out his high despite the white seed spilling from your lips. You allowed him a few seconds before you whined around his cock in protest of him keeping you there.

The sound pulled another weak, overstimulated, thrust from him and he relented quickly. When you freed yourself, Sonic slumped forward, resting only his forehead on the edge of the counter to be able to look underneath it at you. He was not prepared for the way the sight of your ruined face, messy with spit and cum, would spark a bolt of arousal in him.

"I can't tell if you're the worst, or the best." He said in a voice pitched lower than usual.

"Think about it while we clean ourselves up."

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Sonic couldn’t bear the thought of losing you; you were half his existence and his entire heart. Keeping you safe was always amongst his priorities and he hardly ever strayed from it, always shielding you from the threats of life. So when he saw you amidst the fray of yet another Eggman attack his mind staggered. It’d been even worse when he realized you hadn’t seen the badnik creeping towards you from behind, your focus too dedicated to helping a villager get back up after having tripped. With its ball-and-chain raised, the mech had prepared to strike you down; had it not been for the hedgehog’s interception you would have been gone. You stumbled back in shock, sinking to the ground.

Shoulders sagging, you deeply exhaled and finished with a relieved smile, “Sonic—”

“You shouldn’t be here,” he told you, voice weary, as he landed in front of you, “It’s too dangerous, you should know that..”

A sheepish expression contorted your face as you responded, “I know, but there were people who needed help…”

Sonic shook his head, stretching a hand out for you to take so that he could help you stand, “You’ve got a good heart but you almost got hurt because of it. You shouldn’t run into danger like that.”

With the last of the robots defeated, the village slowly emerged from itself. From the corner of your eyes you could see people gathering around to assess the damage yet it seemed Sonic had no attention to spare them as he studied you, looking over your body for open wounds. Chiding you for trying to do good was the last thing he wanted to do, but the scene of you being so close to your end had put him in an sour mood, especially when you seemed to not understand why he was so bothered by it.

“Sonic,” you spoke slowly, dusting off your legs once you straightened, “I couldn’t just leave someone in need behind. I thought you more than anyone would understand that…”

“I get it, trust me, I do. But how much help could you hand out if you end up needing it yourself? I’m not asking you to give up on your good intentions, only that you have them…you know…away from the battlefield.”

Sonic had saved you this time, but what about the next? If you made it a habit to be so careless, he’s not so sure he’d always be around to keep you safe even if he was the best you could have for protection; he’d rather not gamble on your life like that, no matter how confident he was in his ability. It was different when the person you loved was involved.

Yet you looked at him with the audacity to be surprised by his response, “I can take care of myself too, Sonic.”

“Really? Cause from what I saw, that badnik almost pulverized you.”

“Unfair. I doubt things went flawlessly for you during your first day on the field so don’t shame me for making unintentional mistakes.”

“I’m not shaming you! And if I was it’s for good reason considering this ‘mistake’ almost cost you your life. I think I’m allowed to feel a little worried—“

“If you were really worried, then you wouldn’t be talking to me the way you are; you’d be glad everything was okay.”

Sonic crossed his arms over his chest and frowned; impatiently, his foot began to tap. You returned his gaze, placing your hands on your hips as you challenged him to continue. Shaking his head again, Sonic told you, “Look, all I’m saying is to be a little more careful, alright? It’d be nice to return home with my girlfriend after busting some bots rather than without.”

A roll of your eyes, you pointed a finger at him, “don’t patronize me—you picked this fight, not me. I only wanted to help and you got me in trouble for it. Instead of arguing, we could be celebrating such a well-timed save and victory but it seems like thats just not important to you.”

“Wait, so this is my fault now? How did I end up in trouble for being concerned about you! This doesn’t make sense!”

“You’re right, none of this makes sense. But it’s not my problem,” you said with a frown before moving to walk past him with a wave of your hand, “come find me once you figure it out. Maybe by then I’ll be willing to make amends.”

“You’re just leaving?” Sonic asked incredulously, watching the way you brushed pasted him sternly, “We’re supposed to work this out like good couples do!” When you blatantly ignored him, Sonic scoffed, holding his hips the way you had and took a moment to think with an anxious foot.

He was upset, that much was obvious, but so were you now. There was no talking for either of you until the two of you cooled down, but Sonic wasn't satisfied with waiting. He didn't want an entire hour to pass just to argue with you some more—in fact, didn't want to have to fight about this in the first place if you just thought about your well being for once!

Patience hardly ever found him idling for it and this time was no different when he suddenly flashed in front of you, grabbing your hand with a lack of his usual gentleness. Your protests fell of deaf ears as he pulled you away without explanation, not once facing you as he lead you down the alleyways of the village. The paths between buildings were desolate, much more so with everyone gathered in the village center to discuss repairs, making it quite easy for the two of you to blend in with the shadows, obscuring the way Sonic shoved you back against a stone wall.

“Sonic—“ you began to complain only to be cut off with a firm kiss. His hands pushed your shoulders backwards harshly, making the stone texture dig into you, and pressed his fingers into the muscle there with bruising pressure. Stubbornly, the hedgehog licked along your mouth in a demand for entrance.

You felt a sense of his frustration in the way he pushed his knees between yours, widening his stance to spread your legs open enough for him to slot into. Like this your weight was supported entirely by the wall, making you vulnerable to the motion of his hips pushing against yours with little coordination. A gasp forced its way from your throat, presenting the perfect opportunity for Sonic to slip further into the kiss, his tongue licking against yours with rude dominance that overwhelmed you. It didn’t help that he let go of your shoulders to roam his hands all over your body haphazardly, groping and kneading handfuls of you wherever he could.

Rutting harshly against you, the hedgehog stole your breath, swallowing your choked gasps and restricting the airflow into your lungs with the way he chased your lips whenever you tried to pull away. In the few minutes spent in a war between teeth, lips, and tongue, you grew dizzy. Stubbornly, you pushed against his chest in want of a full intake of air and in spite to not give into him so easily. The dirty make out hadn’t made you forget that you were still upset with him, if anything, it only made you behave bratty, encouraging you to nip at his tongue to get him to reel back.

Sonic pulled away with his tongue stuck out, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, but he didn’t retreat, instead licking the corners of your mouth as the tension between the two of you stirred him into excitement. Between his legs, his anticipation emerged, flushed in a pinkish hue that stood out against surrounding blue fur. Warmth simmered in the pit of his stomach like coal catching a spark, ignited by the grind of his stiffening length against your inner thigh. Annoyance was hinted in the way he pushed and pulled your body, directing it into place for him to devour.

Stripping your lower half bare for every cloud in the sky to see, he hiked your right knee up to be carried in the crook of his elbow with his hand pressed against the wall, locking into place. His other hand squeezed the dip of your waist to hold you still as he slid his hardened cock between the two of you. Pressed between your hips and his, small and shallow thrusts darkened the blush of his cock as it fully stood in encouragement.

"Why won't you listen to me?" His voice cut as his hardening member sought friction in its entrapment between you and him, "I'm trying my best just to protect you and all you do is criminalize me for it. It almost feels like you don’t want to be safe."

You tried to steady your breathing, unwilling to show how attractive you found his behavior yet ironically responding, "You’re wrong, that’s not the truth at all, but you’re too stubborn to see past it."

"Me? Stubborn? Wow, someone better call channel 12 because we’ve got ground breaking news." Sarcasm dried his tone, and with an unamused shake of his head he leaned back toward you until your noses touched. "Tell me something I don't know; like why it's suddenly a problem."

Without letting you respond, his angled his hips backwards to let his member slip downward. Then he was gliding the length between your folds, directing his movements to catch the dip of your entrance. Although you felt fuzzy with growing arousal, you’ d hardly felt prepared enough to take him in one go.

“Wait,” you paused him with a hand to his stomach, “I know you’re upset but it’s going to really hurt if you go in dry like this! It hasn’t even been 10 minutes.”

“I’m not mad—you’re mad—and I wasn’t going to push in yet!” Sonic retorted, offended, though at which point you weren’t sure, and speaking in a tone louder than necessary. “Why are you so sure that I’d do something to hurt you? Why can’t you offer the fact that I love you a little bit of trust?”

At his words he rocked forward, making you startle at the way his tip tripped against your hole only to slide against it. Back and forth he rubbed his shaft against your pussy, wearing an exasperated expression as he spoke, “It’s not like I wake up every morning thinking, ‘hmm how I can ruin my beautifully perfect girlfriend’s day?’—believe it or not, I actually care about you and your well-being.”

Huffing groans followed the way he humped between your thighs, too curt to be considered passionate but too desperate to be considered not. His hand massaged your waist, roaming over the smooth expanse and trailing upwards to clutch your clothed breast. Both punishing and affectionately he squeezed you, closing the distance between you as he laid his lips just beneath your mouth.

You did nothing to stop the way he pressed a million little kisses across the bottom half of your face, each one punctuated with frustration. A faint wisp of apology settled into the center of your heart, planting itself under his honesty.

“I never said you didn’t or that I don’t,” you argued to defend your side of the story, “But when you misrepresent your emotions so much it’s hard to see through you sometimes! How am I supposed to know you’re sad when you’re embarrassing me in front of the entire village! You’re always so sure that you’re right that you never consider that you might not be. ”

The hand on your boob tightened its grip—sure enough to leave a mark later on—simultaneous to a sharper push against your folds. Your pulse raced with a stammering rise and fall of your chest, nerves flinching at the sensation of your clit running against the base of him every time he slid into you. Quieting the beginnings of hushed moans, you sank your teeth into your bottom lip. Displeased, Sonic groaned and spoke with a voice muffled by his kisses, “Can you please not turn this into a therapy session. I’m about to be inches deep inside you, the last thing I need right now is to have a conversation about vulnerability and how to better cope with my emotions.”

“You’re not going to be inches deep inside anything for a month if you keep acting like an idiot,” you returned, raising a hand to push his face away from you, stopping him from kissing you anymore.

Rolling his eyes, the hedgehog persevered, keeping a close proximity to you as he let out a single, humorless laugh, “this little tantrum isn’t helping anything. How about we cut the chitchat and let me make the both of us feel better, we can deal with the mess later. Okay? Okay.”

Dropping his hand that cupped your breast, he gripped his girth to align himself to you, tracing the outline of your hole with his sticky tip before pushing in slow enough to not hurt you but forceful enough to make you squeeze your eyes shut. Holding your hands flat against his chest, you held your breath as your walls stretched to accommodate the shape of him, hearing the throaty moan of the hedgehog as he bottomed out snugly. One moment, two, passed before Sonic made the selfish decision to rush the process.

All too fast, he set a pace that made you swim in lust. The sound of meeting skin filled the alleyway and to your ears the noise seemed to echo, waves reverberating off the walls much louder than the source. Focusing too much on the worry that someone would hear, you let your head fall forward onto his shoulder to muffle your sounds. If Sonic shared your concern, he showed no sign of it, panting with effort as he shoved your knee up higher and shooting his free hand out to hold the wall by your head. Less soaked than normal, your walls clamped down on his cock in a struggle to keep up with him and it made Sonic weak with pleasure.

He hated that there was not enough patience between the two of you for him to have thoroughly prepared you, but at the same time he wanted nothing more than to break through to you. Relief, annoyance, love, and anger clashed within him, making him lash out against you. The way he watched you with hooded eyes and a fondness in his gaze contrasted the rough snap of his hips. Adoring it, hating it, Sonic ferally chased the edge of his pleasure, enamored by the feeling of you all around his girth. The way you tried to keep quiet made him want to make you cry out, tilting his cock just right inside you to hit that soft spot with unnecessary pressure.

He knew he had you when you tensed, clenching around him with a loud gasp. And though you stubbornly refused his reasoning, he settled for finding an apology through the way you whined his name. From head to the toes he sensed himself rapidly unraveling. Without taking his time it was easy for him to be absorbed by you, so easy for him to get taste of you and run to the ends of the world just for a promise of more. Rushed moans matched the pace of his hips, each one layering the desire he felt and burying it beneath satisfaction.

By now, your body willingly responded to his, used to his presence that completed you and blooming in devotion. It only took a short while of his cock ramming into you for the discomfort to morph into a searing pleasure, making your hand shake from where it still pressed against his stomach. Your arousal coated his length, smoothing the slide in and out of you and dripping down his base. Each prod of your soft spot shot a bolt of electricity to you, happening too fast for you to fully recover from the numbing ecstasy.

“Don’t be upset,” Sonic suddenly told you, speaking in hurried breaths as he nosed your temple, “I don’t want finish with you mad at me. We can figure it out like we always do.”

His movements grew sloppier as he spoke, each one shaking as his orgasm threatened to overtake him. With great effort, he held himself back, placing a panting kiss just above your ear. You shook your head against his shoulder quickly, feeling your spine tingle with an overload of emotions, “I’m not mad, wasn’t at all. Just hurt…”

“I’m sorry,” he rasped, repeating the words as he approached the mountain of his euphoria only to throw himself over it without hesitation. Faster than you could process it, he pulled himself out of you, hips striking forward as white ropes stained your stomach. Immediately feeling the loss of his size inside you, you whimpered at the slow dissolve of the boiling arousal. Despite the shock of his orgasm, Sonic dutifully lowered your knee, freeing his arm so that he could fill the absence in your cunt with his fingers.

His palm felt harsh against your clit, but paired with the curling of his fingers, the sting was overwritten with pleasure. It only took a few grinds of his hand for you to seize under the force of your orgasm. Forgetting yourself, you cried out from the pleasure, back arching as you twitched. Sonic felt his spent cock pulse at the sight—and sound—of you cumming against his hand, but without acting on it, he let go of the last whispers of desire flowing through him.

Carefully, he slipped his fingers out, wiping them on his leg as he helped you steady yourself. “Sorry if I was too rough,” he told you as he tenderly redressed you, “got a bit too worked up there.”

“It’s fine, it’s not the best method to work out our problems but it’s something. Next time, though, let’s try to make it home. Walking around soiled is not the best feeling,” you sighed, shifting uncomfortably under the feeling of his semen sticking to your skin and resting your head against the wall as you caught your breath.

“‘Next time’ huh? Interesting, I’ll keep your enthusiasm for this situation in mind from now on.”

“You’re on thin ice.”

Chapter Text

A thunderous noise shook the earth, making the air in your lungs tremble as you steadied yourself against a tree. Before you, just a few feet away, the island's well known heroes battled against yet another robotic onslaught charged by Eggman. At first, things had seemed no more extraordinary than usual; Sonic and the others, of course, had the upper hand as they cleared through the invasion with ease. But then, in a twist of events, the evil doctor had revealed the ace up his sleeve.

Metal Sonic, upgraded and armed.

The moment you saw the metallic being, you knew the situation had heightened in its seriousness, so you left the shelter of the village clinic to keep a close eye on the health of the team. It'd put you in a degree of danger when you toed the sidelines as you were, but it was a risk you were willing to take. You decided it had been the right call when, one by one, the team had stumbled, outmaneuvered by the highly advanced robot.

As you rushed to apply a temporary aid to Tails, bandaging his arm that had been gripped too tightly by sharp metal claws, you heard Amy call out for Sonic. Your head turned the moment the blue hedgehog had been slammed into the ground, making your heart drop to the core of the world. However, before you could even finish treating the little fox, Sonic stood back to his feet, offering a challenging quip before running right back into the hand of death. Sighing exasperatedly, you turned back to Tails, asking him quick questions in check of a concussion before allowing him to rejoin the battle.

This process had become routine over the next few minutes the team spent fighting back against Metal Sonic; you fixed them up only for them to break again. It was hard for you too see them in that state but you knew they'd never stop, they'd never want to stop. Forever had seemed to pass when the team finally succeeded, marked as victorious when Eggman yelled his displeasure at the wrecking of his finest creation before picking him up and flying away, back to his lair, with promise of return.

Almost militaristic, you had all five of them inside the clinic to be properly taken care of. While, for the most part, they'd all allowed you to do your job with ease, you, as always, faced Sonic's stubbornness.

"I'm fine! Believe me," Sonic said suavely with a wave of his hand as he moved off the check-up table, "It's nothing I can't run off."

"Sonic," you chided, furrowing your brows as you pointed back to the table, "I can literally see you bleeding. Come on, do we have to go through this every time?"

"Bleeding?" Sonic asked rhetorically, lifting his elbow to swipe at the open skin with his glove, "What blood? There's none—look—see?"

You gave a disapproving look, "First of all: gross, don't do that, you're going to infect it. Secondly: you took a rough beating out there. I just want to make sure everything is okay inside."

But he only rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, "you should see the wannabe. In comparison, I'm practically untouched."

He gave a smug grin, too confident to feel the need for help, and it made your frustration rise. With a deep breath in and a slow exhale out, you stepped closer to him to put your hands on his shoulders and usher him back onto the table. “Fine, I won’t do anything, but can you at least sit still so I can clean up around here. You’re tracking dirt all over!”

It was a lie, and you should have felt bad for playing dirty, but you had long grown used to finding ways to work around the hedgehog. After all, you didn’t want to plan a funeral for your boyfriend because his ego was too big to check for internal bleeding, you’d grown rather fond of his obstinacy and would prefer him alive and well.

Sonic let out a groan as if it were the greatest burden in the world, “Okay, but make it quick. All that fighting has left me hungry. How about a piece of you to keep me satisfied?”

“Yeah, real smooth,” you rolled your eyes, “I love it when you persistently refuse my help and then hit on me. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

Swift steps lead you into a room where medical supplies were stored. Most of these were the standard chemicals and biotics, but at the very corner of the room was a desk reserved for yourself. On it were containers that held your own concoctions; many were still in an experimental phase but a particular one stood out with its glimmer. It was purely by accident when you discovered certain properties of certain plants had certain effects. Of course, you never intended to mass replicate it, deeming it unsafe for public use, but you couldn’t help but keep a sample for yourself.

Pulling the tube from its slot, you swirled the liquid inside gently and watched it mix into itself with a captivating shine. Then, with a prayer that it would work, you uncapped the vial and used a cotton pad to dab the solution onto your exposed pulse points.

Just as quickly, you concealed the tube back into its container before shutting the room door behind you as you slinked back to the main clinic room. Adhering to your directions, Sonic sat on the examination table with his legs swinging off the edge and fingers tapping an uncoordinated beat into the cushion. Once he saw you he perked up, “do you plan on cleaning up with your hands or something? Where’s the broom?”

“I don’t know,” you feigned a disappointed tone, “One of the doctors must have moved it.”

Purposely you moved towards him, close enough for him to catch the aromatic scent on your skin, but far enough to play innocent. "I'll have to wait until I can ask them about it," you finished, standing in front of his knees and pulling your stethoscope from around your neck.

Instantly, Sonic held a hand in front of you, "Hey, I'm fine! It takes more than that tin can to get me down!"

With a leveled look, you nudged his hand away and placed the tool by his hips, "We've got to work on your white coat syndrome. How are you so scared of medical professionals when you're dating one?"

"I'm not scared." Sonic protested, taking hold of your hand in his and opening his knees to pull you into him, "I just think I'd know if I'm hurt. After all, wouldn't I know myself better than anyone?"

You gave an unconvinced hum, watching him closely for any reaction at all. It was hard to tell much of anything with him when he always wore an amorous expression with you, eyes lidded and lips pulled into a slight smirk as if he hoped to face the consequences of his charm. Instead of letting you respond, he simply pulled your face to his, kissing away your frown as if that was the problem.

Begrudgingly, you returned the action; he had a knack for making it hard to reject him. Still, you only spared half your focus on the kiss, busied by your waiting mind. Suddenly, Sonic pulled away with an audible sniff, "you smell good. Is that a new perfume?"

"Something like that," you smiled.

"I like it," he nodded, burrowing his head into the underside of your jaw for a deeper inhale, "it suits you."

His words had been muffled from the way he pressed his muzzle into your skin but he made no effort to offer clarity. In fact, he released his hold on your hands to wrap them around your waist, hugging you tightly as he brought you impossibly closer. You made sure to mentally note everything down with pride at your success; all you needed to do was wait a bit longer for him to become fully compliant, then you would be able to check him for any unseen injuries.

As the seconds passed, Sonic had grown more and more attached to the scent of your skin. A curious nose had turned into small kisses before becoming eager licks that flustered you. You hadn't taken into account that, in rousing him into assent, you would be directly affected as well with the way his instincts had been tied to yours.

Hands flexed into the muscle lining your midsection making fingers dig into you deeper than comfortable, accompanied was the sound of faint purring. "Sonic," you called, testing the waters of his captivation. He made a sound to show he was listening but hadn't lifted his head, attention too dedicated to the satisfaction that wormed itself into his heart.

Pushing him back had proved more of a challenge than it seemed but once you had, the hedgehog hadn't saved his protest. An indulgent flush had bloomed underneath his eyes that appeared dazed yet all too aware.

"What's wrong?" he asked you.

"I've got to check you."

He groaned, falling back into you with wet kisses, "I feel fine, besides, I know of a better way to make the pain go away."

"So you are in pain.” you caught, straightening him once more before you grabbed your stethoscope to listen for anything out of the ordinary.

"The only pain I feel, is the one right here," he stole your hand once more to place it over himself, making you feel the physical effect of the fragrance you wore. Beneath your hand you felt a peeking interest emerging from its sheath, already half-hard and feverish with thrill. “I’ll take my medicine if you’re it.”

Without needing to think about it, you wrapped your fingers around his girth, slowly massaging it into a proud stance. Sonic sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation, feeling himself much more sensitive than usual, but chased the closure of your hand. His arms released your waist to support his weight as he leaned back to allow himself more room to buck his hips. The desire that burned every fiber of his muscles had dizzied his mind; he couldn’t understand why, or how, he’d gotten so worked up over something as simple as your perfume. If not for the way your fingers seared a pleasure into his length he would have felt humiliated by his sudden, open neediness.

Especially when he let out a strained groan at the retreat of your hand. “Sonic,” you called again, voice poisonously sweet, “do you want me to help you?”

“It’d be better with you than without,” he breathed, shifting uncomfortably with the weight between his legs.

You lifted his face gently, tearing his gaze from his throbbing member, “you know I love you, right?”

He nodded quickly, ears restless atop his head as they searched for every sign of you.

“So, you’ll let me make you feel better?”

Another nod had him tilting himself forward to kiss your lips that spoke too much for the current state of his mind. But, tortuously you directed him back with a smile that held a victory.

“Great. Then, if you let me give you a check up, I’ll do whatever you want. Deal?”

You hardly waited for him to agree when you reached behind him to untie his bandana. With you so close, Sonic felt like he dived into an ocean of you where torrents pulled him in every direction. Each breath in had him falling deeper and faster for you—just the thought of being left hanging in his state made him immediately obedient, wanting to get everything over with to have you back on him. Tossing the fabric to the side, you reached your stethoscope to listen to his breathing, heart, and abdomen. It had been tricky to hear clearly over his purr, but you decided everything sounded fine when you quieted his moans by caressing his inflamed length.

You removed your tool as you felt along the skeleton of his body for any signs of abnormalities or deep injuries, to which Sonic appreciated as he leaned into the dig of your fingers. The last check had been a look into his eyes before you realized he’d been telling you the truth when he claimed himself fine—aside from a few skin lesions—and you felt relieved. At least you could trust him a bit more now when his ego made room for his health.

“Are you done yet?” Sonic complained, wrapping his fingers around yours to tighten your grip and guide it up and down his cock.

You let him use your hand for his own pleasure, deciding to mend your mistake by making it to him. Watching the way he rapidly pumped his length, squeezing your palm into his shaft messily, made your heart flutter. The hedgehog pulled you into him with his free hand, already missing the scent of you that was saccharine to his tastes; deep breaths fanned across your neck as he took you in, heady groans falling into your skin.

As the minutes passed, you felt the skin of your hand growing irritated by the contours of his shaft. Sonic himself seemed to grow in frustration when his release evaded him, making him huff with effort. Deciding to take over, you nudged him back by the chest and took his hand off yours.

“Let me help,” you told him when you received a disagreeing sound at your retraction. Then, leaning down, you lowered your face to his lap and pressed a kiss to the leaking head of his cock.

“Yeah,” Sonic exhaled, “that already feels better. Keep going.”

You suppressed your laugh at his dramatics; you’d only just begun to touch him and he already was acting as if there was a complete shift in positions. Continuing had only encouraged him, and when you resumed the strokes of your hand he doubled over.

The small change in you controlling your actions was all he needed for the chord of his arousal to snap. With a loud groan, his thighs tensed as his orgasm crashed over him, making him rut up into you as he rode the high of pleasure. White ropes dirtied your face in your delayed retreat, making you flinch when you felt his seed dangerously close to your eyes.

Sonic panted from his release, his hands buried behind your head to keep himself steady. Graciously, you gave him a few moments to recover before you made an attempt to pull away.

“So funny story,” you told him once you stood, grabbing his bandanna to wipe yourself clean, “the perfume is a pheromone.”

You tossed the fabric at him with a grin, “and your checkup was clean. Don’t you feel good?”

Sonic gave an unamused huff, picking his bandana off him as he responded, “No, I’m not because now I have to do laundry and I can still smell you. Others probably can to. We better head back home before things get out of control again. You can make it up to me there.”

“What? I already did make it up to you!”

“Yeah but, correct me if I’m wrong, you struck twice which means you still owe me one. Come on.”

Jumping off the table, he pulled your hand and lead you out the clinic. You accepted your fate with a crying heart, knowing the fragrance wouldn’t wear off for a while.

Chapter Text

The air was thick with unacknowledged emotions, the intensity of them cooling the temperature by entire degrees. Shadow, with his arms crossed rigidly over his front, bore an unwavering gaze directed at Sonic who stood across. You were placed in the middle of them, shoulders weighed down with stress as you nervously looked between the two, unsure of what to say or how to act.

"You've got some nerve making a stand now, of all moments.” Shadow spoke, voice terse, "For someone who claims to have been here the whole time, you've stood pathetically in the sidelines."

Sonic's expression made itself strict with a scowl as he held his hands on his hips, challenging the black hedgehog. "You know it's not like that, Shadow. I was only giving her the space she needed to make her own decision."

"And she has. She chose me. You lost your chance."

You wanted to intervene, wanted to stop the sparks before they grew into a flame, but your presence had all but disappeared the moment truths had been revealed. Tonight had gone nothing like how you planned; the games you prepared sat unplayed on the floor, snacks unopened and the constellations unmapped. What was meant to be a camping trip had somehow morphed into the dissolving of friendships. And over what? You...it appeared.

When Sonic had agreed to the retrieval of firewood he had left you alone with Shadow to set up the tent. In a series of misunderstood instructions and flailing metal parts, you ended up frustrated beyond your sanity. It was no help when you tripped over the stake you’d just hammered into the ground, tumbling into the dirt and giving up. Shadow had pulled you back up and helped to dust you off before placatingly offering you a kiss to the forehead only for Sonic to return and immediately freeze.

Admittedly, you had meant to tell Sonic of your new relationship but it never felt right. You loved Shadow, of course you did, but you couldn’t help but cling to the way things were. With the three of you tied so closely together, a revelation of your promise to Shadow would introduce a shift in the dynamics, you just knew it. So when a few weeks had passed you by in your hesitance, your guilty conscious had all but consumed you. That’s what this whole trip was about: to finally tell him, to finally free yourself once and for all.

The plan had been to expose everything in a fun environment…but now that you thought about it, perhaps it wasn’t your best idea. Not especially when Sonic had revealed his longstanding feelings for you, much to your dismay and Shadow's displeasure.

"More like you stole it. Admit it, Shadow, all you ever do is make decisions for her. How much time did you wait before coincidentally swooping in and saving the day? Because I remember it being none,” Sonic responded more serious than you'd ever seen him.

Shadow rolled his eyes, "I didn't steal anything, only picked up the pieces. You're reckless and impulsive, what makes you think that's good for her?"

"Yeah, well, you're overbearing and boring. You think that's supposed to be better?"

“Better than you dropping everything for your whims. Weren’t you the one who said commitment ‘just wasn’t your thing’? What will happen when one day you decide you want more, or less? Will you run away like you do to all your other responsibilities?”

“I’ve got commitment issues? Says the guy who avoids any form of contact at all. Don’t throw stones when you live in a glass house.”

Your head was beginning to ache with the tension that suffocated you; would it be wrong on your part to just go to bed? Surely they could work it out on their own...right?

“Look who suddenly learned the meaning of words.”

Maybe not.

“You—“

Overwhelmed, you held a hand up to both of them, voice close to yelling as you said, “can you guys just relax? Seriously, there are colors between black and white you know. Not everything needs to have unbearable depth and complexity.”

Letting out a heavy sigh you massaged your temples, “I get it, things were handled poorly and it’s half my fault because it was half my secret. But pointing fingers won’t change anything. Can we just talk this out and get some rest? I really don’t want things to fall apart because of something like this.”

Silence stretched on after your words which sat uncomfortably on your heart, making you feel all the more nervous when both the hedgehogs focused their stares at you.

“What is there to talk about,” Shadow finally spoke up, palpable with his disdain, “You showed your heart.”

“Yeah, right,” Sonic snorted, “I could say the same thing when we spent the night together.”

Your head snapped towards the blue hedgehog, mouth agape in surprise that he had remembered that night. It happened when you’d been tossing and turning and unable to sleep in the company of anxiety; you were afraid to return to the dreams that plague you, prompted by a reason no longer important. In the end, you resorted to taking a walk in hopes to clear your mind only to run into Sonic who’d been sleeping in a soft patch of grass.

He was startled awake by the sound of your footsteps, to which you offered a sea of apologies for before trying to dismiss yourself. However, Sonic had simply laughed it off, offering encouragement for you to stick around. Feeling grateful, you settled down beside him and fell into a smooth flow of conversation that had been more vulnerable than you'd expected. Somewhere along the passing time the two of you had shifted closer together, warm and content in each other's presence. It'd happened like a dream when Sonic had called your name, making you look at him, before pressing his lips against yours in a sentimental kiss.

The action was everything you'd fantasized, making your heart race in an effort to keep you breathing, and for the first time in your life you found yourself so sure of what you wanted. But, in the days that followed, that night had never been revisited...you felt you could only take it as a sign that it hadn't been what you thought. You felt the claws of disappointment sink themselves into your flesh making you bleed continuously from a lack of closure. Sonic never seemed to notice, but Shadow had, and for that you could never not love him.

So when Shadow’s frown twitched as he glared at Sonic, you felt your heart drop, “what did you say?”

“Exactly what I’ve been telling you this whole time: You didn't let them choose. You saw the chance and took it without considering anyone but yourself.”

Quickly intervening, you stepped closer to Shadow, “we kissed, once, before you and I started dating.”

Sonic’s irked expression turned smug upon the reveal, making him lean his weight back as he raised his brows at Shadow in a provoking way, “It was once in reality, but ask about our dreams.”

You gave Sonic an exasperated look but couldn't help the flush that blossomed at his words, knowing you were guilty. After all this time you still could not pull yourself away from that stubborn blue hedgehog, not even when your heart had attached itself to another, and it often urged you into a spiral of doubt.

“Shadow,” you began to explain yourself, but he reached out to pull your arm towards him.

“Dream all you want,” he scowled, “but the real thing is mine. Mine to have, mine to hold. You kissed her once, I kiss her everyday; you shared one night but whats that compared to the many we'll have?”

“The comparison is that not even a hundred nights with you could match a single hour of the passion she shared with me.”

A single, humorless laugh escaped Shadow and, with a roll of his eyes, he tugged you closer, "Doubtful."

Sonic didn't falter at the sight of Shadow's negation, his ego making him bold enough to move closer to you until he was able to grab a hold of your free arm. In a swift motion he yanked you from Shadow's side, "When is anything not with you."

You stumbled in his pull with a noise of surprise, protesting when neither one freed you.

"Only when I know I'm wrong. And I," Shadow pushed a finger into Sonic's chest, jaw clenching as he gripped you tighter, "am never wrong."

"Ouch—guys," you complained with a wince, feeling uncomfortable under their respective strengths. Slapping away his hand, Sonic pointed back at him, "I could easily prove that you are."

Shadow tsked, "I'd like to see you try."

"Watch me."

With you still in Shadow's possession, Sonic pushed forward, uncaring of the way the other scowled, and took hold of your lips with his. Your gasp was swallowed by him when his hand held your head still so he could wet your skin with his tongue. A loud buzz overtook your mind, drowning out every thought that bubbled to the surface and numbing you to your worries. Whatever Shadow’s reaction was, you could hardly register it in your stupefied state, only feeling when he pushed Sonic away, his hold on your arms retreating.

“How’s that for evidence,” Sonic said with an overly satisfied smirk, not phased in the slightest by Shadow’s aggression. You were immediately pulled from your shocked daze, opening your mouth to shame the blue hedgehog only for Shadow to beat you to it.

“What was that intended to prove? You’re unskilled at best, it’s no wonder she chose me,” Taking hold of your chin, Shadow tugged you forward until you blocked his view of the other, “Watch and learn, second place.”

With a tenderness that didn’t match his attitude, he kissed you deeply, sharp teeth subtly grazing your bottom lip. Used to his touch you felt yourself relax slightly, falling into the solid presence of him with the promise of safety. He was different than Sonic in the way he experienced you, fully and entirely, as if he knew nothing was everlasting. You enjoyed it, truly so, but with such a stark difference between the two you weren’t sure which had affected you more. Sonic must have been avidly watching with the lack of quips he offered, you’d almost forgotten he was there. Almost.

“I told you,” Shadow broke away from you, eyes lingering on the flush beneath your eyes before looking back at Sonic, “I’m never wrong.”

With your back to him, you couldn’t tell the reaction he had but you weren’t sure you wanted to. The unfurling of events had hit you, making you hyper aware of yourself, the two others surrounding you, and the tangled web of confessions. There was no way that this just happened. Moreover, what was supposed to happen now?!

Lost in waves of your reeling thoughts you hadn’t felt when Sonic placed a hand on your waist, looking over your shoulder from behind to regard Shadow, “As if. If we were on a 10 point scale, you’d get a 5, and that’s generous. On the other hand, I’d humbly accept an 8. Hey don’t give me that look, if you have a problem bring it up with the judge!”

“Believe me, I will.”

Suddenly you were being pulled by the hand into the tent by Shadow. How funny that the very thing that started this would be the end as well. You would muse the idea if you weren’t currently being directed into standing on your knees, stripped bare of everything but your underwear and sandwiched between the two hedgehogs.

As if mentally connected, they went to work in chase of a shared goal. Where Shadow positioned himself before you planting heavy kisses against your lips and holding your middle, Sonic knelt behind working a trail of small bites and light sucks up your neck while interlacing your fingers with his to keep your hands out of the way. You let out a shaky breath as you processed the double presence, feeling weak when you found you didn’t know who to focus on.

It’d been easy for the two to unravel you, making you lightheaded from the way they balanced each other out in impression and pace. You were the shore where Shadow was the earth and Sonic the ocean, both presented themselves as a part of you, carving into you in ways you don’t think you’d ever recover from. Concern for yourself didn’t set in until Shadow was trailing his lips downward, adorning your jaw and neck with firm kisses and small licks. Instinctively, you reached for him, wanting to hold him for stability, but forgot that Sonic had caged your hands by your side; it seemed your incline for Shadow had caught his attention, making his competitive spirit spark to life when he took his turn with you. With a nudge of his nose, he made you turn your head to him, grinning with half-lidded eyes as he replaced the space on your lips that his counterpart relieved.

Any attention that you paid one made the other pursue you earnestly, driven by a point to prove. You weren't sure what you could do when all of you was being consumed by twin mouths sucking lightly in territorial marks, each time a tongue struck out to sooth the irritated skin; when feelings had grown to heavy to be contained by the heart, you felt them rising against you. On your knees as you were, Sonic had begun to grind into you from behind—an act that made Shadow bear his teeth before pulling your hips forward to fit them flush against his own.

Sighing with effort, you aimed to conciliate the two when you let yourself fall against the black colored hedgehog, shifting your knees outside his hips to present yourself to the lighter one seeking you from behind. For a few moments this position worked, allowing the two to slide against you, building up expectancy in their hardening lengths; Sonic found an addictive friction against the plush of your ass, thrilling his nerves with short thrusts to focus the pleasure near his end. Meanwhile, Shadow had taken to fitting himself between his stomach and your pelvis, exhaling deeply at the body warmth encompassing him and seeking it out with slow and indulgent thrusts.

Having two cocks—and from the duo that you loved at that—finding pleasure on you had made your panties damp with arousal. You felt your heart beating erratically as you tried to satisfy both at the same time, rocking forward and arching back had been a lot more challenging than it'd seem. But it hadn't mattered much when Shadow's exploring mouth had trailed up too high, making him bump against Sonic who broke his kiss with you to protest.

"Hey, watch it," his tone hadn't held any malice but there was a strange tint to it that made you wonder if he really minded at all.

Shadow, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes, "Watch yourself. You're in my way."

"Calm down terminator, I have an easy solution," Sonic said, "but you'll need to let go."

You watched the silent conversation that took place between them, neither of them wavering in their stare at the other for a few moments. Not wanting the mood to be ruined you began to intervene only to be surprised when Shadow released his hold on you.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Shut up and move."

Mimicking him petulantly, Sonic guided you back, helping lift your weight until you could scoot off Shadow's lap. Then he was guiding you back, making you reverse until you had room to position yourself on your hands and knees. Quickly understanding what he wanted, you fixed yourself into a comfortable position, encouraging Shadow to stand on his knees, like you'd been before, and tempting him nearer to you until he could feel your every exhale on his member.

Without waiting for confirmation, you reached a hand out to grasp Shadow's stiffened length, ghosting your fingers along the shaft to admire the shape. Sonic moved behind you, palming your hips as he teased himself against your ass once more. Shadow hadn't said a word about the new setting, too focused on the way you'd begun to kiss along his length, your fingers massaging the base of him softly.

Having you go down on him like this was a first; he never considered it before, too absorbed in worshiping you to even think about himself. He prided himself on servicing you...but the way you looked, so willing to swallow him entirely, had him short circuiting. His breathing grew heavier as you wet him with your tongue, lips tracing the rim of his tip.

Seeing you so contentedly work up Shadow, Sonic's smirk grew. Without bothering to slip off your panties—not wanting to move you anymore—he simply pulled them to the side to expose your glistening slit. With his free hand, he ran a finger through your folds, eliciting a whimper from you, in test of your readiness. Of course, he couldn't help but rub a few perfect circles into the bud above your folds, but he didn't linger. Using your arousal that coated his fingers, he slicked his cock, pumping himself twice before prodding at your entrance.

You willed yourself to not grow too distracted by the behavior you couldn't see, motivating yourself to continue when you felt a throb run through Shadow's length. The darker hedgehog hadn't expected to find sharing you so rousing. He noticed the way you struggled to focus on pleasing him when Sonic teased your entrance, the way you gasped against his cock when Sonic threatened to penetrate you. It was half electrifying to watch you get overwhelmed but also half offensive to see you react so positively to the other hedgehog.

Wanting the upper hand, Shadow took initiative, wrapping a hand behind your head while he pushed past your lips. The girth filling your mouth had caught you of guard, immediately making you snap to focus just to you wouldn't choke. Smirking smugly, Shadow glanced back at Sonic in a way that showed off his accomplishment.

Sonic saw it all, but he was nothing if not persistent.

While you were busy, he took the chance to bury himself inside you, making you let out a muffled cry of startlement. There was no stopping them now, not even as you struggled to keep up. From both ends the hedgehogs fucked you, making your vision blur when you could hardly breathe against the onslaught. Shadow's thickness bore down into your throat, his hips setting a formidable pace as he used your mouth. You did your best to provide a suction, eager to drive him insane, but it proved to be a challenge when he was pulling out almost completely just to force a way back in.

Opposite to him was Sonic who kept a softer impact but couldn't resist a high speed. His cock could only slide out halfway before he was returning to the embrace of your walls; it didn't help that he had the revelation of a new interest. He felt himself ache deeply, in a yearning for carnal satisfaction, as he watched Shadow abuse your tongue. The way saliva had begun to drip from the corners of your mouth as you so sweetly bent to his desires, allowing the other to find his high even as you lost air over it.

Sonic knew this wouldn't be a memory he'd ever forget, knew that the way you clenched around him with that pretty, subjugated, expression would haunt him whenever he was alone. It was both the best and worst experience of his life when he felt the telltale signs of an overflowing lust beginning to coil around every bone in his body. His ears fell as he panted, flushed expression falling into one showing of his succumbing to arousal. A needy hand pulled your waist down to force you further onto his length while the other tightened its hold on your panties.

When you were tugged backwards, Shadow grunted. His chest fur heaved under his struggle to breathe only to stutter to a complete stop when he noticed the sight behind you. Your dripping cunt was being ravaged by Sonic, soaking through the fabric of your panties and creating sounds so lewd Shadow was surprised he hadn't noticed them before. He recognized the lighter hedgehog's expression, the obvious signs of an approaching orgasm making him buck into you wildly.

Strangely enough, the thought of you being stuffed full made his cock twitch. He imagined the view of you leaking, pearly cum mixing together as it seeped down your slit, and he groaned deeply. He'd known already that his favorite sight to see was you completely fucked out, but it caught him off guard to know he didn't mind the faker painting you white. It was unacceptable. If anyone would make you heavy with release, it would be him.

Impassioned, Shadow grit his teeth and chased the floating strings of his lust. It didn't take long for him to reach it, each time the tip of his length reverberated the moans you cried around him had sent him spiraling further out of control.

You knew you wouldn't last much longer either, much too affected by the forces of each hedgehog. All along you'd been drowning in desire for them, gasping for air to relieve yourself of the fire burning in your core. And when you tried to process each presence, you only found yourself lost in a mistier daze of euphoria unable to ground yourself, unable to stop the feeling that burned you.

All at once, everything happened. Your thighs trembled to close under the sharp bloom of your orgasm, feeling as if Sonic were hollowing you out with the way he bullied your fluttering walls, and the squeeze had made the blue hedgehog tumble. With a last burst of energy, he sped up when he felt himself ready to spill, leaning over your back to send his entire length into you the moment his seed shot into you. Feeling it’s temperature and the way Sonic rode out his waves of pleasure, you moaned loudly. The sound was all Shadow needed to push your head down all the way, groaning deeply when he stilled inside your mouth, sending ropes of cum down your throat in a way that threatened your ability to breathe.

You felt completely desecrated, adoring the flush that blanketed your body when you could both taste and feel the evidence of your night. Shadow gently slipped himself out from your mouth, holding your jaw in support and massaging the joints when you finally closed your teeth together. He appeared so unaffected by what had just transpired that it almost made you jealous—in fact, you had never seen him so composed! Was he purposefully putting on a facade in front of company or had he truly just gotten started…?

When you realized Sonic was still warming himself inside you, you looked back and saw him decorated with a more subtle flush but otherwise in tact.

Hedgehogs and their endurance, you lazily thought, were they all like this?

“Well?” Sonic suddenly spoke, sounding slightly breathless.

You let yourself fall to your chest in a tired heap, “If you ask me to rate the two of you I’m cutting you off.”

Finally letting you rest, Sonic pulled himself free with a grin and a nudge toward Shadow, “I guess we could always share.”

“No,” Shadow immediately answered only to pause for a moment. Sensing his reconsideration, Sonic made quick work of scooping you into his arms, sitting you on his lap so that you could face the darker hedgehog. “Come on,” Sonic played, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it said, “you can’t tell me you’re not at least a little interested in seeing this again?”

Shadow rolled his eyes, letting himself fall back into a seated position, “It’s not my call to make, why are you asking me?”

When both eyes fell on you, you shook yourself from your daze and agreed quietly, “Oh! Well…I like you both, so I’m okay with it…if you guys are.”

“Fine by me, I prefer happy endings anyway,” Sonic said enthusiastically, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“As long as you’re happy,” Shadow added. You smiled at them, content with this closure, before opening your arms towards Shadow.

Accepting your invitation, he rest on his stomach between your legs, head on your middle, while you sat with your back to Sonic’s chest. Together, the three of you fell into a peaceful rest, waking to a morning that shone brighter than any you’d lived through before.

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Heavy breaths fanned across the bend of your cervical spine, broken into gasps by the sound of moans. There was a sense of urgency in the way Sonic moved behind you, hands roughly pulling your hips against him from behind as he sought friction between your legs. With your back against his front you could hardly see the expression that drew his face into a scrunch, but from the way his fingers bruised your skin and the fast, sloppy pace of his thrusts, you could guess he was enjoying himself.

His length was a heated force pushing the plush of your thighs apart, leaking pearls of white all over the inner expanse of your legs, making a wet, sticky, mess of you as he sought out his pleasure. It was unlike anything he’d felt before, not quiet as warm as your velvet walls or as rough as your hands, but addictive in the way it offered a firm hold with its smoothness. There was something about the way he could easily peel your thighs apart and slip into you, uninhibited, but choosing not to that made him shudder; even now, he could feel the radiating warmth of your arousal sweeping down your legs, so close yet so far from his size and it drove him mad.

“You’re dripping,” he commented breathlessly, lifting a hand to tilt your head back against his shoulder, exposing the entire front of your neck, “and I’m not even touching you. Does feeling me use you like this get you off?”

You whined, the sound felt by Sonic’s hand that held you by the underside of your jaw. He stretched forward to place kisses all along the base of your neck as a tight feeling curled up in his core; a pulsing ache made him drive faster against you, slicked against your muscle by the mix of arousal coating him from where he met you.

"I should have known," his words were muffled by his lips on your skin, "that you would enjoy this. That's why you suggested it, right? Wanted to see me getting primal with desperation?"

He pinched your hip, nudging your thighs into a tighter clasp around his girth with his knees. A waver in his voice made him hiss when he suddenly felt a buildup of lust tense every vertebrate in his back, making his dick pulse with a surge of hot white pleasure. Against him, he held you in a vice grip as he trailed after his orgasm just a few rocks away, not able to care for the way you whimpered under his strength.

"I can't take it. Every part of you feels so good," his voice was cut into short sections of speech, "You're amazing. So incredible. How did I get so lucky?"

Pushing you forward with his weight, he gave one last thrust before burying himself as far into you as he could go. With the head of his cock peeking, just barely, from between your thighs, he released thick ropes into the air; vocal moans slipped off his tongue filthily, deep in a way that made your legs shift to satisfy your own need.

"Wait—don't do that," Sonic sharply exhaled, releasing your jaw to still your hips, "sensitive. I'll take care of ya, just...give me a sec."

S H A D O W

There was a dull ache in the joint of your hips from the way your legs had been pushed up over Shadow's shoulders, a strong hand holding your knees together to induce a pressure that he'd quickly become obsessed with. Laying on your back had meant you had a first hand view of the way an angry colored tip appeared and disappeared between your flesh, and it made you flush.

When you had allowed Shadow to satiate his urges triggered by the reveal of your pajamas, you hadn't quite meant it like this. More than once tonight you had caught him glancing at the way the hem of your shorts hiked up ever so slightly whenever you moved; and when you shifted closer to him, he placed a hand over your knee in temptation. You should have known what he was thinking with that behavior, yet you had so willingly offered yourself entirely to him, assuming it would be like always.

Hearing him growl as he encouraged you to lie down, quick to pull you towards his lap, had made you realize he was not feeling sweet tonight. It was obvious in the way he earnestly slid his length between your soft thighs, the drag of his cock wet by the leak of pre-cum smeared by your skin. Never before had Shadow been so intent on devouring you, tilted off balance by the heavy pleasure that came from the way your legs took him in so pliantly, moving with every impact of his hips against you. His expression was contorted in focus, eyes lidded in a mesmerized stare.

A small, biting kiss to your ankle made you pull your gaze up to him, "Do you enjoy seeing me like this?"

His words were spoken in a lack of air, tone near raspy as he stifled the sounds of his lust in his chest. A finger reached down to collect your arousal, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you planned this. Wearing those shorts, acting so prettily; you make it hard to focus."

His thrusts were forceful and long in their stride making you feel the entirety of his length as he panted from the pleasure. A faint glow in his eyes exposed the thrum of energy inside him, explaining the reason why one hand tightened around your knees while the other began to dig small motions against your arousal. You gave him a moan of approval when the touch enslaved you to your desperation, offering relief to the anticipation you felt.

“You’re bad for my self-control,” Shadow grit, feeling all the more turned on by the way he could pull you close to the edge with his hand alone, even when his cock was right there, cushioned right below where you could use him most.

He didn’t want to cum before you, never liking to leave you squirming under unmet desire while his rolled over him, but he couldn’t stop himself. You were a siren in the way your body called to him, not letting him stop from slamming his length between your thighs even as he felt his abdomen curl with his release. Deep groans followed the strings of his orgasm all across your stomach, but he hadn’t stopped rutting into you.

“I’ll make you as weak to me an I am for you,” he hissed, spreading your thighs apart to rest his length against your sensitivity. It was his promise to you when he began to grind his hips against you, clenching his jaw under the sparks of ignored recovery.

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S O N I C

"I'm sure this counts as torture—you're torturing me!"

A roll of your eyes had Sonic pressing forward, using his hands to hold your shoulders against the door he trapped you in front of. His lips were turned down in vexation and painted in your lipstick from the way he greeted you. You could tell from the enthusiasm of it that he believed you to be joking when you put him on a sex ban, punishing him for the way he had called you clingy. The connotation of it hadn't been negative, you knew, but there was still a point to be made about who really couldn't last a day without the other's touch—or in this case, a month.

It was a bit drastic but Sonic had called it upon himself when he kept raising the stakes, oh-so-confidently claiming he'd have you begging for him by the end of the week, but him? He bet he could last as long as he wanted, which could even be forever! Technically, he had been right on his end by saying 'as long as he wanted', he'd just overestimated the time it would take for him to reach that point. By the end of the second week—only halfway through the month—he was already desperately trying to lure you back into him, egged on by his composure that fell apart without you.

"This is torture?" you repeated, pushing a hand to his chest to keep him a distance away from you, "What happened to lasting forever? To the promise that you were so far removed from clingy that even independence is jealous?"

"So it turns out I misjudged the situation, a guy makes mistakes! Why don't you let me make it up to you?"

You didn't stop him when he leaned back in for another kiss, lips messy against yours and evident of his pent up urges. Thinking he'd convinced you, Sonic let one of his hands slide down your arm seductively until he reached your hand that pushed into his chest. Wrapping his fingers around your palm he smoothly lifted it away and pinned it to the door by your shoulder. Then, just when he slot a leg in between yours, you turned your head away to break the kiss.

"I think I'd rather have you make it up to me by keeping your words true."

Pecking him once more, you slipped yourself free from him and smiled when you heard him sigh with disappointment.

The situation had continued like this for another week; each day Sonic had tried to bend your will, softening your resolve with apologetic kisses and coaxing words while he massaged your body. Every time he got you in his grasp you let him take it just a little further only to cut him off right before he could find his satisfaction. More than once you had left him groaning in frustration as he dealt with the stiffness between his legs alone. At some points he had tried to be sneaky, slinking in to join you as you showered or cuddling you too close while you prepared to sleep.

Admittedly, you were having a lot of fun reducing him to his most basic desires; it felt like a treat to see him trying so hard, and even more amusing to watch his desperation grow. And whenever you caught him hidden away with a hand fisted around his cock, teeth biting hard into his lips, he would gasp your name and complain that it wasn’t enough, that no matter how long or hard he tried he could not find release, not without you.

“Look at you,” you soothed, pushing his hand away to replace it with yours. The touch was as present as a ghost but even the warmth of the near palm was more than Sonic could ever recreate; an immediate buck of his hips was the response you received.

“I’ve never seen you so worked up before, waking up and going to bed with the same, persistent, problem,” you continued, “three weeks must feel like an eternity to you, right?”

He nodded, ears pressed flat in his focus on your hand that softly stroked him. It felt like a knife’s edge that he teetered on when you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the head of his length, tongue sweetly licking away the white droplets that wept from his slit. A conniving smile pulled the corners of your lips, “what’s one more week then? You’ve already come so far.”

A harried groan filled his throat when you retreated, his hands reaching for you only to miss by millimeters. He could just as easily pull you back to him, use his speed to deal with the matter personally, but you knew he wouldn’t—couldn’t. Maybe you ought to reward him for never going against your will.

By the time the last day of a month’s time came, Sonic was all over you. It had barely struck midnight when he was pulling you awake, straddling you and covering you in hurried kisses as his hips rut against the bed sheets that blanketed you.

“It’s been a month,” he told you with a slight whining hitch to his tone, “Please. I can’t take it anymore.”

As if he could hardly hold himself back, he licked your lips in an ask for entry while his arms supported his weight by your sides; he stained the fabric with traces of his overflowing arousal with every grind against it. Amused by his passion, you nudged him back until separated from you.

“Not again. I can’t be left hanging again, please don’t make me stop.”

You shushed him with a promise that you weren’t going to push him away anymore, “just lay on your back and let me take care of everything. If you try to lead you’re not going to last.”

Taking your directions easily, he lied beside you while you climbed out from under the covers and watched intently as you swung a leg over his thighs. The effect of weeks worth of denial had shown in the way his cock throbbed, dark frustration coloring it a red hue and making it stand in neglect. You leaned over to affectionately kiss his cheek, “how do you want me?”

“I need to be inside,” he replied in a quick turn of his head to trap your lips, “It’s all I’ve thought about. Dreamed about. Please, let me be inside you again. I’m going insane.”

He spoke against your lips, head lifted from the pillow while his hands grabbed hold of your rib cage to keep you close against him; already he was arching his hips up in search for a feeling and found it against your stomach with a curt whimper. Without separating from his kiss, you reached down to peel off your bottom clothing before settling his waist down against the mattress. He immediately got the hint when he stilled underneath you, panting heavily as you grabbed his shaft and aligned it to yourself.

“Tell me again that you could last forever without this,” you teased, running the head if his length against your slit.

Sonic, thinking this was another one of your tricks, tightened his fingers around your middle, “I can’t. I missed you so much, I can’t!”

An approving grin had you—finally—sinking down onto him. The abruption of it had made your expression flinch uncomfortably but you figured he wouldn’t be able to handle the minutes it took to prepare. So you only silently braced yourself while Sonic threw his head back against the cushion, a wanton moan cutting through the air as he felt hyper sensitive to the temperature of your walls. Not a single second was spared to letting you adjust to his size, he felt too far gone to hold back any longer. Thrusting hips had shifted you off balance, making you fall forward against him; you gave a surprised sound.

“Sonic,” you yelped, lifting yourself back upright with your hands supported on his chest. He spewed out a series of apologies in between breathless ‘missed yous’ but didn’t deter his pace until you were sitting your weight on him, “Slow down.”

“I can’t,” he huffed, “I’ve waited too long. I need—”

You kissed him to stop his speech. Once he resisted squirming enough, you began to move, lifting your hips up only to let them drop in the same rhythm. Just like this you rode him steadily, reducing him to incoherent mumbles and strained moans as he was forced to gradually build up to the height of his desire instead of diving right into it. Flexing hands pulled you down by the waist, making you spend a second longer fully seated on him every time your hips met; Sonic was lost in you, as if experiencing your warmth for the first time. His eyes screwed shut and his knees bent to meet your movements in a way that had every nerve in his body thrumming with tension.

You could describe his behavior as impatient with the way he encouraged you to pick up the pace, making you bounce with the impact of his thrusts. Unable to contain himself, he lead his lips down your neck, haphazardly pulling your shirt up just enough to expose the bare expanse of your chest. Messily, he left a wet trail of marked affection downwards until he could swipe his tongue over your nipples. Only once he worked his mouth around one did you feel the vibration of his pleases sounds. The force of them grew the nearer he got to his peak.

In a daze of ravenous lust, the two of you swayed together with shared breaths and beating hearts, spiraling down into mind numbing pleasure.

Until you had made up for all that you had put him through, the night would not end.

S H A D O W

Shadow’s patience was thinning. All day you had been messing with him, playfully enticing him with your beauty only to deny him indulgence. It didn’t help that you had chosen today, of all days, to act so coquettishly; a day in which everyone he knew had gathered for some childish reason.

“It’ll be fun!” your voice lulled as fit your shoes on, “how often can we hang out as a group like this?”

You were referring to the overnight plans one of the others had come up with—a slumber party as you explained it—that was to be spent at Amy’s house. It was the biggest and cleanest so there had been no objections to the idea. Except for Shadow, of course. He took your solitary nighttime routine personally and to interrupt those habits was to ruin his life, or so he behaved. Either way, he wasn’t particularly enthused to have to sleep with company.

To convince him into agreeing, you had wrapped your arms around his shoulders and innocently kissed his face in a shower of love and begs. As always, he had relented with a stiff “fine”, but hadn’t let you go. Instead he pulled you closer and gave in to your allure; soft kisses had quickly grown heated and arms encircled your spine, making you lean back slightly as he stepped into your space.

“Shadow,” you laughed, pulling away, “we don’t have time. Amy is already waiting for us!”

He rolled his eyes before straightening you up, “why am I not surprised you already promised us to be there.”

“Because you know me so well, it’s like you’re in love with me or something.”

“Imagine that.”

He had prepared himself for a stretched on evening and am even longer night, he even prepared himself to make conversation in despite of the fact that his social battery would be completely drained by the end of it. What he hadn’t prepared for was the way you tested his restraint. Lingering touches, flirtatious gazes, and whispered words had made him extra aware of your presence; he couldn’t help but watch you from across the room as you laughed with the other girls.

The first time he had caught you in the kitchen alone he hugged you from behind and placed his chin on your shoulder. Already feeling teased, he slowly offered kisses the the spot just beneath your ear and let his hands wander across your tummy. You hummed in appreciation, shutting off the sink water you'd been using to wash your dishes, and turned in his hold to face him. It never took much for Shadow to be affected by you, just a touch of your love was enough for him to long for your connection. So when you held his face to kiss him deeply, his fingers tightened against you in an urge to pull your body flush against his while he pinned your back against the counter.

It'd been a moment too late when you pulled away, "We should be careful. In a house full of people, one of them is bound to walk in."

But Shadow was already buzzing with anticipation. Instead of answering you, he gently pushed back into you to return to your lips. Going against the warmth seeping into his bones, he kept his actions slow and thorough, slipping his tongue against yours in a way you knew would set him off. You pushed him back with a hand to his chest, "We can continue later, I promise."

Then you were slinking away from him, leaving him to force his composure back into place. He would have been fine if things had been left at that, having been barely successful in calming himself, but you just had to make things difficult when you sat in his lap to watch a movie with the others.

You claimed it was because there would not be enough room on the couch for everyone, but Shadow wasn't so convinced when, just as the plot of the movie had started to roll out, you began to squirm against him. It was subtle at first, occurring every few minutes, but the seconds between each time had slowly dwindled until you were all but grinding against him. He was lucky all the lights had been shut off, but with Silver sitting right next to him he couldn't risk much action.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Shadow spoke low near your ear, his hands holding your hips to still your movements.

"No," was all that you said. You tossed him a smile over your shoulder before returning your focus to the movie. He held his breath when you resumed your movements, knowing exactly what your intentions were. Sensing a dangerous line about to be crossed he suddenly moved you off his lap before standing up and pulling you with him.

"Where are you guys going?" Silver asked.

"To bed," Shadow responded tersely.

Yet you had the audacity to protest, "What? But I'm not tired yet."

A leveled look was what you received; the frustration was evident in his eyes as your comment caught the attention of the others. They raised a million questions, none of which he wanted to answer, but you only feigned an angelic look as you asked if he would stay. Begrudgingly, he gave into the crowded prods to stick around a bit longer because the movie was just about to get good. He saw the mischievous twinkle in your eye and frowned.

The last straw for him was when, finally, the night had been called to an end and everyone shuffled into their respective sleeping space. Entirely unlucky, the two of you had gotten stuck sleeping on the floor near Rouge. Shadow wasn't stupid, he knew that when you laid on your side, facing him, and trailed a hand down his stomach under the blankets, you were trying to see how silent he could be. As a bat, Rouge's hearing was exceptional, so just how far could you get before she became suspicious?

Clenching his jaw, he wrapped his hand around your arm with intent to stop you but got distracted by the appeal of your fingertips. He could be silent, he decided. After all, the arousal he felt had never quite dissipated from his veins since you left him in the kitchen; it wasn’t any help that he was still strongly feeling the antics of your sly lap dance.

Like wax, he melted under your touch, holding back a sigh when your hand brushed against his hardening length. And when you leaned forward to kiss his lips, ensuring his silence, he gave into your seduction. Shifting his hips against your palm had finalized his excitement, bloating the lust settled underneath in his skin and eliciting a grunt that made you immediately reel back.

“We’re going to wake the others,” you whispered, tone loud enough to make Rouge stir.

Shadow scowled, no longer in the mood for your game. You had brought him this point so you would take care of it, he wouldn’t let you leave him high and dry again. Taking you by waist he teleported the two of you out into the yard behind the house.

“Since you seemed so eager to pull a reaction out of me it front of everyone,” he told you, backing you up into the trunk of a nearby tree, “then let’s give them a show. Right here, for anyone to see.”

S I L V E R

Silver was confused. He just couldn’t seem to understand your feelings; why would you beckon him close only to disappear at the most inappropriate moment? Did you not like him anymore? Maybe he needed to improve his skills so you would be more thoroughly satisfied? But if a lack of pleasure was the case then what did it mean for all the times you had clung to him with fervor, voice going hoarse from the way you cried his name?

Then again…you did seem to enjoy being the one to handle your desires, occasionally pushing him down onto his back so you could control your fall against him. And often did he dazedly witness you licking your lips clean whenever you swallowed his length as far down your throat as you could handle.

Maybe you felt that he wasn’t doing a good enough job? He enjoyed letting you take from him just as much as he enjoyed having you, but he didn’t really enjoy the way you left him on edge.

His behavior was restless, fidgeting with his hands and bouncing his foot, eyes darting over to you to gauge if you felt the same. Not even 10 minutes ago you had convinced him to sneak into the bathroom with you—“convinced” being used lightly when all it took was a whispered invitation and a flirtatious kiss to his neck for him to leave his spot in line. While in there, you had let him slip your blouse down your shoulders and adorn the uncovered portion of your chest with kisses. His first mistake had been taking his time, as he always had, falling too easily into your beauty that it slipped his mind that others might need to use the space. It couldn’t be blamed on him though when the concept of a quickie had yet to be introduced to him and his greed for something good was innate.

But then you were stopping him from moving any further when he reached to unclasp your bra. Puzzled, he watched you redress yourself and the way you gave him a smiling kiss as if he hadn’t been about to defile you before exiting the bathroom, leaving him behind with an uncomfortable warmth in his skin. He could convince himself that this was just a random occurrence, that you probably weren’t feeling up for that kind of intimacy right now, if it weren’t for the way you continued to engage him throughout the hours.

In the presence of others, Silver couldn’t do much but overthink the situation; he wanted to ask you about what had happened but he never seemed to be able to catch a good moment. Not that the company seemed to matter to you when you would interrupt yourself just to place a loving kiss to his lips before continuing, leaving him teeming with a mixture of feelings. His urges distracted him, rendering him useless when all he could do was think about tugging you back into the bathroom to find solution using the problem.

You hadn’t made it any more easy when you sat next to him, eyes sparkling as you spoke about something he’d couldnt quite focus on when your hand was wandering up his thigh. The ice cream sitting on the table between the two of you had begun to melt on his side but neither of you noticed; he was too tense to move, his shoulders drawn tight under the light squeezes and rounding motions of your fingertips drawing invisible circles into his skin.

“Are you almost ready?” he suddenly asked, his hand resting over yours to stop the feeling of it.

Raising your brows, you asked, “You want to leave already? But we just got here.”

“I’m not really in the mood for dessert anymore,” his tone was genuine but shaded with need, it was obvious in the way his eyes bore into yours almost pleadingly.

“Do you want to get something else? It’s not much of a date if you’re not enjoying yourself.”

You spoke with concern despite knowing the reason behind his sudden yearning for home. Silver shook his head, “I’m not hungry.”

“You’re not?” you asked, showing your true colors when you tilted you head with a small smile, “but I thought you wanted to get me alone?”

Enticingly, you freed your hand to run your palm over his conflict, digging into it just enough to make him stir. His expression furrowed as he grabbed your arm, “that’s exactly what I want.”

“In a bit,” you relaxed, turning back towards the bowl of ice cream and taking a spoonful into your mouth, “We shouldn’t let this go to waste.”

Silver sighed, falling over the table to rest his head. While he knew you enjoyed when he abandoned his inhibitions, he wasn’t so confident in just taking you away whenever he felt like it; your decision, in the end, was the signal he needed. Still, a wave of disappointment drowned his thoughts. He could still feel a ghost of the pressure in his lap and it made him squirm, a conscious willing of his arousal to disappear was necessary unless he wanted someone to see his filthy thoughts.

Taking longer than needed, you finished the cold treat and cleaned up your trash before you lead Silver out the quaint shop. Relief lightened his body as he followed you out, eager to find his closure. He didn’t expect you to suddenly pull him into an alleyway behind a stack of crates, letting only a second of confusion stop him from matching your torrent of lust. The sound of wet kisses filled the air followed by short gasps of breath as your hands walked him back against the wall; Silver dragged you with him, pulling you close by the hips to press himself into you.

Already brimming with anticipation, it didn’t take much for him to feel the weight of his desire hoarding every space within. Slipping a leg in between yours had allowed him to grind against your thigh, making him fall away from your lips to let out a sound of fulfillment. You hummed as he resumed his place earlier, letting his hands reach up to undo your blouse once more. Sneakily you trailed your hands around his neck, matching his rhythm to keep him distracted while your fingers buried themselves into the soft fur. Just as worked up moans had slipped into his throat you tugged hard, forcing him to pull away with a wince.

“Silver,” you chided, feeling out of breath, “you would do this in public? Where is your modesty?”

He looked at you incredulously. “Is this a game?” he asked, not quite frustrated and not near menacing but somewhere in between, “Or are you trying to drive me crazy?”

You stepped back as you worked to close your shirt with a feigned look of innocence, “I was only trying to apologize for teasing your earlier, but you took it too far.”

“I’ll show you just how far I can take it.”

Possessive of your body, he used his power to keep you against him in a soft blue glow, freezing you in place. You’d accomplished your goal of riling him up, but at what cost when he was suddenly lifting you into the air and flying in the direction on your home faster than you were comfortable with. The speed made you dizzy enough that when he’d dropped you off on the bed of your room, your vision was swimming.

Taking a position over you, he held your arms by your side, not letting you move an inch until you apologized for the way you acted. It would have been easier to say if he had not occupied your mouth with his tongue while he buried his pent-up arousal inside you.

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You’d never fully realized the efficacy of Shadow’s senses until they had you propped up against your bed frame, nearly sitting up, and bearing the force of the hedgehog’s deep gyrations. His knees held his weight when his arms had busied themselves supporting your thighs, pressing them higher up and further back into a tight stretch that exposed the well-loved parts of you to his desires. Heavy breaths moistened the skin of your chest as he pressed himself as close to you as his movements allowed, burying you in his presence and laying claim on your skin for all to see.

“Shadow…” You whimpered, head lolling forward with the way your arms wrapped around his neck, clingy under the lack of oxygen flowing within your lungs, “slow down.”

A soft grunt was his response, fingers digging themselves further into your skin in restraint as the pace of his hips slowed a fraction. “Forgive me,” he said in a voice more gravely than usual, “You’re a temptation. I can’t control myself when you smell so good.”

His ears pointed forward in attention and was accompanied by a slow sway of his tail, both evidence of your seduction he’d gotten drunk off of. The center between your leg was a mess of both his and your arousal, the essence glimmering in the dim light of the night and creating a vulgar shlick shlick sound as he thrust into you haphazardly. Despite the rounds, Shadow appeared as pent up as he was before this all started, releasing into the rubbery sheath that protected your womb with a tension that had him biting down roughly onto you only to resume his rocking just a few seconds later, dick still hard within your walls. Choked moans fell from your swollen lips, vocal chords strained from overused, pleading to your partner for reprieve but also begging him to keep going. You’d lost your sanity—and coherence—about 2 orgasms ago, when you’d reached the 4th one, and your spent slit had tingled from the numbing releases, but the sight of the hedgehog so lost in the thought of filling you until it leaked out, of making you round with his offspring, of the frustration of his seed being blocked and unable to take to your awaiting egg, had made it all the harder to push him away.

Slowly, sinfully, he slipped his length out until only the head remained inside, hugged so snugly by the ring of muscle the preceded your inner walls, and took a moment to lick a broad strip over the hardened peak of you breast before pushing back in with a heavy sigh. “Is the condom necessary? I can’t…” Shadow rasped with a frown in his eyebrows.

He won’t be satisfied until he cums inside, you knew it was his instinct whispering the thought into his mind. After all, with you at the peak of your fertility window, biologically, the hedgehog could hardly resist giving into the animalistic part of himself; it only took a few minutes of breathing in the scent of your raised hormones while the two of you slept for him to be affected. But through it all, even after the multiple orgasms he faced, you retained the smell of undefiled fecundity. The territorial shine in him had glared with every failed attempt at getting his mark on you.

“Now? Hardly.” You breathed, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw when he pushed into you with less patience than before. He was falling again, his restrain having lasted only a few moments before he getting riled up by the sunny embrace of your walls. The doubt you placed on the worn rubber stemmed from his decrement of it, never having switched it since he slipped it on. By now, you were sure pearly fluid dripped in escape, pushed out with every slam, and mixed with your own to create a sticky mess along your folds.

Shadow pressed the sharps of his teeth into your chest, nipping the flushed skin is dissatisfaction and pushing your thighs further apart to bury deeper into you. "Let me take it off," he said, pressing kisses where his canines had irritated you. Shallow thrusts had the rim of his member abusing the sweet spot inside of you, making you softly cry out as your nails dug into the sinews of his shoulder blades.

"It'll be fine. You'll be a perfect mother, I could take care of the both of you—a little family, that's what I want. It's what I've waited all these years for. So perfect and all mine, no one will ever take it away again."

The vulnerability that he spoke with had been the effect of his instinct to bed you, you knew as much, yet the impact of them still made you shudder nonetheless. Trailing wet kisses over his muzzle, you made a convinced sound, murmuring your acceptance as you reached his lips and took them with yours. "Take it off then," you spoke between seeking tongues, "I'm all yours."

Breaking away with a heave, the hedgehog pulled back to crane his neck downwards, looking between your bodies as he eagerly stole his length from you. A trail of your essence followed his retreat, pooling down your hole at the lack of presence; Shadow's pupils dilated at the sight, letting your thigh fall forward slightly as he took his hand to swipe at the fluid the stringed from his covered tip to your soaked entrance, collecting it on his fingers only to lick it clean with a serious face. His cock twitched at the taste, the flavor of your ovulation so sweet on his tongue. He was almost tempted to replace his length with his mouth to savor you once more, but alas, the stiffness of his erection reminded him of what he wanted most.

Through hooded eyes, you watched as Shadow exhaled heavily, sounding tormented, as he licked his fingers, raspy voice groaning out a sentence you couldn't quite hear. Then he was using the same hand to wrap around his girth and roll off the condom, hissing at the stroke. Without even bothering to tie it—something you would definitely scold him for afterwards once you saw how the semen trapped inside drooled all over the bed sheets—Shadow dropped it aside, quick to return your leg to its elevated position and align the tip of his dick to your entrance.

"Finally," he heaved, "you'll lose that damn scent making me crazy. Replaced by mine."

"Everyone is going to know," you warned him breathlessly, holding the air in your lungs when he pushed himself forward only to slide against your slit.

"Let them."

Tilting his head back up to you, he leaned in to kiss you forcefully, making your back press further into the headboard. With his distraction came the push into you, his cock sliding perfectly, smoothly, back into place; Shadow groaned at the difference, able to feel every inch of you on his length and immediately setting off in greedy overindulgence of the pleasure.

Crying moans slipped from your mouth into his as he slammed into you, almost folding you in half from the pressure. For you, who was already oversensitive from the long night, his fast pace was a splash of cold water onto your seared nerves. Your back arched under the onslaught of his thrusts, hyper aware of how he buried himself to the hilt in reach of your cervix. Shadow's chest resonated with deep growl when he let go of your lips to catch his breath, feeling too much space between the two of you even if it was only a hair's width.

"Wait, Shadow!" You whined, trying to be gentle as you tugged on the quills beneath his head, "too much! I'm goin—”

"I feel you sucking me in," he told you with a grunt, "It doesn't matter. I'll take care of you."

Letting himself fall into the nape of your neck, he latched his mouth onto the crook between your shoulder, sucking harshly as he fucked you over the edge. The sounds in the room only grew wetter when you squealed his name, toes curling and thighs shaking in his hands as you came around his cock. Your gummy walls spasmed around his length, tightening Shadow's expression into a focused snarl and he willed himself through it, wanting to ride out your high.

He hadn't taken your overstimulation into account though so when he continued sliding into you, squeezing through your puffy folds and kissing your depths with his weeping tip, you tensed with teary eyes and scratched your nails into the fur in his back. Through panted sobs you called for the hedgehog, clutching onto him as if he were your lifeline and spewing whatever words your muddled brain could put together. Spraying kisses all along your shoulder, Shadow soothed you, shushing your shaky moans with promise that he’d finish soon.

“You’ve taken me so well,” a kiss to the edge of your shoulder and one to your collar bone.

“So pretty underneath me,” a kiss between your clavicles before another to the column of your throat.

“But even prettier once you’re a mother,” one kiss to the pulse beneath your jaw and one more onto your cheek.

“Mine, all mine.” A final kiss to your lips that he locked himself onto as the binds of his lust snapped, his hips forcing themselves flush against yours as they stilled. Deep groans met your whimpers when pale white ropes coated the walls of your cervix, heating you in a way that satisfied the urge of your biological cycle. Pulsing with finalized effort, Shadow let his chest fall against yours, the puff of fur there ticking you as he breathed heavily. Gently, he helped guide your legs down until your feet settled on the mattress and your bent knees caged his waist, his arms moving around your midsection.

For a handful of moments the two of you said nothing; exhaustion weighed your bones down reminding you of the late hour on the clock. It wasn’t until your breathing steadied that Shadow stirred, pushing himself back onto his knees and pulling himself free with careful movements before planting a kiss to your forehead. Shuffling off the bed and into the bathroom he returned with a damp hand towel, using it to wipe you clean.

“I don’t think we can sleep on the bed tonight,” You mumbled tiredly, catching sight the dark stains in the sheet.

“We won’t,” He responded, tossing the cloth into the bathroom sink before gathering you in his arms, “But it won’t be comfortable.”

Too sleepy to care, you nuzzled into him, letting him position the two of you on the couch, taking care of you just as he promised.

> > > >

A few days later you sheepishly held up a pregnancy test, shaking your head, “negative.”

Shadow tsked, crossing his arms over his chest as he set his face into an unconvinced expression. “Even I could tell you as much. You smell like yourself.”

Smiling, you wrapped the test in a napkin and tossed it into the trash. “I would’ve been fooled. You’ve been acting much more reasonable since that night, I guess that whole family thing will have to wait a little longer.”

“I wasn’t being unreasonable, only having revelations, and I don’t break my promises,” The hedgehog said, straightening himself out to walk towards you. In one smooth action, he pulled you into his arms to carry you princess-style, “Promises that you agreed to.”

With a hand over your mouth as you gasped, your eyes widened, “what?! I wasn’t in the right mind! Shadow!”

Your words fell on deaf ears—and a smug smirk—as he carried you into your bedroom with plans to waste the day away.

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An uncomfortable heat had settled underneath Silver's fur like a parasite, making him shiver with each ghostly motion of the blurs in his mind. He felt possessed when he reached out, eyes screwed shut as the figure in his lap fixated on the upwards and downwards motion of hips, satisfied noises complimenting the buzz of the silent night. A feeling like none he'd known before tore through him, frustrating him and pleasing him, fulfilling the depths of his existence and leaving him empty with a yearning for more. Time felt paused in an infinite moment, suffocating him under the weight of his hedonism and love for you.

When you leaned down to him, hands supporting yourself on his ribs, you whispered unintelligible words into his ear. He knew he couldn't understand, he could hardly even hear you, but for an impossible reason he still reacted; still felt the presence of an abysmal pit in his stomach that sucked him into himself as you slowly rode him.

Silver couldn't tell what it was when a sudden tension seized his body, making him grit his teeth and let out a whine that stemmed from the very center of his chest. It drowned him and saved him at the same time—he could hardly decipher his feelings for the sensation when his conscious had begun to disconnect from his mind. The reality had felt so real to him, despite the fuzziness of his vision and the slurred movements that had been drawn out over minutes, that he could hardly pull himself from stupor when he awoke with a start. Heavy breaths had made him antsy, dizzying him slightly as he shot up to a seated position, looking around frantically as he gathered his composure.

What just happened?

No matter how vigorously he shook his head, he couldn't find a complete understanding. It didn't help that, in his daze, he was already forgetting the contents of his dream. A look to his side found you peacefully resting under the covers, expression relaxed in a way that only appeared during vacation.

Feeling silly, Silver took in a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, before exhaling slowly in attempt to calm his racing heart. Then he laid back down, pulling the blanket back over him as he repositioned himself onto his side with an arm under his head and another snaking around you to pull you to him. While still uneasy, the scent of your shampoo had brought comfort to him, albeit making him fidget with a strange itch, but otherwise lulling him back to sleep.

The rise of the sun had found the two of you with a full itinerary of plans. With only three days booked, you and Silver had promised to make the most of your trip to the hot spring resort; the first day had been spent sightseeing and visiting local villages where a million souvenirs had been bought in Silver's amazement. You two had gotten back to your room much later than anticipated, leaving your trip to the hot spring for today, penciled in after a guided hike of the mountains behind the resort but before your dinner reservations.

You noticed Silver's contemplative expression throughout the day, making you persistently question if he was feeling alright. He promised you that he was fine every time but you could tell his focus was often drifting away, even during the tour he'd been most excited for. Silver hadn't realized your concerned glances, to busy being split apart by interest in the surrounding scenery and the random remembrance of his dream. All day, fragments had resurfaced in his mind, distracting him from the steps he took.

It wasn’t until the two of you dipped into the heated waters of the spring with a blissful sigh that Silver made the bold decision of asking you about it.

“Have,” he started, watching the way you leaned your head back against the edge of stones, “you ever thought about…uhm…consummating our relationship…?”

You choked on your breath, caught off guard by the question. “Consummating?” you repeated in a voice full of light surprise.

“Yeah. As in,” he paused with a vague wave of his hands, unsure of how to continue, “going all the way?”

“…Have you?”

Embarrassment creeped up his spine as he immediately thought of last night, but he shook his head, “I haven’t given it much thought.”

Not expecting his answer, you scrunched your expression into one of confusion, “You haven’t? Then, the sudden interest is…?”

Silver twirled a finger through the steaming water, looking at the ripples it created as he awkwardly corrected himself, “well, to be honest, I had a dream about it yesterday and haven’t been able to get it out of my head.”

Curious about his story, you shifted in a bit closer to him to ask, “What happened in your dream?”

“I can’t describe it. It was really more of a feeling than a vivid scene, but it felt…good. Nice. Is that weird?”

A small smile graced your face at his concern, “Should it be?”

Allowing him the chance to reply would build his confidence, you’ve learned, as it allowed him room to explore himself within a relationship—something he’d never had before. You understood that lack of population in his time period had significantly impacted his knowledge of most things, and while you made every effort not to make him feel inferior for his naïveté, you couldn’t suppress the warm affection that blossomed in your chest at his demure behavior. It was always fun to witness the extremity of which he acted on in battle only for him to return to you with a sweet smile and cheerful mood.

“Probably not since we’re together.” Silver said thoughtfully, voice low with its hesitance, “But I just don’t get it. Dreams are just rearranged memories, right? I think I’d remember doing something like that, especially with you.”

Shrugging your shoulders, “We tend to live vicariously more than we realize. It’s pretty easy to insert yourself into an experience that isn’t yours.”

“Oh. That does makes sense...”

He brought his hand to his chin in a moment of thought, letting silence fall between the two of you. Figuring he was processing himself, you patiently waited for his next move, swimming your hands underneath the surface of the water to entertain yourself. Here in the past, time was a luxury that Silver could indulge in; despite his nature that often rushed for a solution he allowed himself a pause to consider the situation.

“Then,” Silver finally spoke, looking at you with an inquisitive gaze and tilt of his head, “can we make it our own memory?”

In hindsight you should have expected the conversation to lead to this point, but it still surprised you to hear him make such a request. Softly, you reached up to smooth his quills that caught the condensation of the hot spring, “Of course…but maybe not right now.”

“Why not right now?”

“I don’t think the resort employees would appreciate us contaminating the springs.”

“What?” Silver reeled back in disbelief, eyes widened as he vehemently shook his head, “Not right right now! I meant soon! I haven’t even set up a romantic mood!”

You looked around at the isolated setting, then back at the spring that had pulled slight blushes from you both with its temperature. With a raised eyebrow you leaned into him, “This isn’t romantic? We’re here alone, bathing together, on vacation. What could create tension more than this?”

Holding your shoulders, he held you back, eyes averting as he stood his ground, “It doesn’t count! I intentionally brought it up, there wasn’t any flow.”

Laughter bubbled in your chest making you smile brightly as you grabbed his hands to hold in yours, “alright, alright. Whenever you feel ready, then so am I.”

Giving you an assured nod, he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand before pulling himself out of the water, encased in a signature blue glow as he dismissed himself with the reason of making plans. You watched him fly off with his belongings in tow and wondered what experience he’d bring to you soon.

You didn’t see him again until the hour of your planned dinner. It’d been right out of a classic romance novel when he appeared at the door with a bouquet of randomly assorted flowers—he picked them from the fields near the village he told you—and an anticipating smile as he traded his flowers for your arm. All throughout the date he behaved with unmatched chivalry, dutiful in his role as your significant other. You outwardly applauded his small acts, fully enjoying the way he lingered around you and curious about where he’d learned his behaviors from.

“I asked Amy,” Silver revealed to you as the two of you made your way back to your room, “There’s no one more romantic than her, and she’s a woman too, so I value her advice.”

You gasped, raising a hand to your mouth as you lowered your voice into a conspiring whisper, “Did you tell her we were planning on sleeping together?!”

Silver shook his head, much to your comfort, “No. I wanted to keep it to myself. You’re not a secret, but the thought of other people imagining you in a vulnerable position like that doesn’t sit well with me.”

Holding the door open for you, he kept a hand on the small of your back as you passed, watching your face keenly to gauge your reaction once you realized the room had been decorated with tossed petals and flickering candles that cast a warm glow over everything. Sparkling eyes turned to look at him with an equally dazzling smile as you gave him a breathless giggle, “Amy?”

He nodded.

“She definitely knows.”

Bashfully, he rubbed his neck, “Oh…”

Not a single ounce of regret could find you, however, when you saw all the work he’d put into making the night special. Your heart fluttered with joy as you lifted your arms over his shoulders, “It’s beautiful. I wish I could take back my first time just to share it with you tonight—it’d mean so much more to me.”

“I’m glad for every moment that lead you to me, though. Even just a step differently could have found us on completely different paths and I think that’s the worst thing that could ever happen.”

Filled with love, you lurched forward to press your lips to his in a kiss driven by passion. Silver was quick to reciprocate when he held you by the hips, matching your affection with intimacy as he stepped you backwards towards the bed. You could feel his inexperience in the way he clumsily undressed the two of you, too fast at times and too slow in others, yet you hardly cared when he so ardently poured himself into you, leaving his heart bare for only you to see.

His mouth never left yours even as he laid you back into the mattress, kissing you as if he’d never be able to again and tracing your exposure with curious hands. You kept him close by your arms, swept up in the sensual current with him and struggling to keep yourself together. Before you could get to far, you broke the kiss to ask, “Do you want to lead, or should I?”

“Let me,” he responded, kissing you between his words, “I want to learn how to make you feel good.”

You complied to his wishes, returning yourself to him with an encouraging touch along his back when he lifted your legs to bend by his sides. Sliding you further up the bed, he climbed over the edge to join you; there wasn’t any nervousness in the way he explored your body, his hands testing you when he slid his fingers under the curve of your breasts and his kiss wandering away from your lips. Quiet sighs left you as he beckoned desire to the surface, making you shiver from a growing willingness to succumb to the pleasures of flesh.

Above you, Silver took in every response you gave, absorbing your feelings only to put them out with doubled intensity. Each rise of your lungs spurred him on, tempting him with unknown promise and making him chase the feeling. He didn’t know what to do when he felt the same urges from his dream simmer inside him, making him yearn for your touch in ways he’d never imagined before.

Soft expressions of love quickly flowed into something heavier and when you’d begun to squirm under his touch, Silver understood more needed to be done. Following his instincts he cautiously pressed his hips flush against yours, falling apart at the foreign feeling of skin against skin when his length rest against your slit. Bearing through the shocks of pleasure sparking his core, he experimentally swayed forward, keeping his gaze on you in search of validation for his actions.

Through a shaky exhale, Silver rest his forehead against yours as he said, “I’m a bit sloppy, but I promise to get better. I didn’t think it’d feel like this.”

“You’re doing perfect,” you reassured, “Just follow what feels right for you.”

He took your words to the heart. Shutting his eyes, he focused on the feeling of your connection and let his breath mix with yours as he found rhythm in a slow rock of his hips. Every grind had his length sliding through your folds, coating his shaft with your arousal and making you feel every outline of him. Hushed moans slipped between your teeth as the rim of his tip caught against your sensitive bud in its slide; Silver hardly knew what made your fingers dig into his shoulders, but the sounds of your pleasure made his mouth dry with excitement.

By the time he felt the moment right, you were breathing heavily beneath him and murmuring soft praises that went straight to his core. His cock ached to be buried, throbbed with a yearning for your touch, and his heart raced in his chest with adrenaline that teethed at his ability to be patient. Placating kisses were pressed across your cheeks when he asked, “can I put it in?”

“Wait,” you murmured, “let me prepare myself.”

He didn’t know what you meant by that but couldn’t ask when you were reaching a hand down between your bodies. Your fingers gathered your essence to make it easier when you pushed a finger past the edge of your entrance. Silver pulled himself back to watch what you were doing not expect the sight to make him pause. The smooth disappearance of your finger made his thoughts go silent, mesmerized by the wet sheen that invited his lust. Without realizing it, he stopped your hand in his, selfish in the way he wanted to do it himself. Your voice offered small instructions but he moved in his own fascination, trailing a finger up your folds as he’d seen you do before stealing the space within you.

The internal temperature of your body and the way you engulfed his finger reminded him of the desire standing to attention between his hips and he cemented himself on you to keep his imagination from running wild. Melodic calls of his name reached his ears as he explored your inner walls with his finger, shyly pulling out and pushing in with a prodding touch. He must have gotten distracted in his observance of his actions because you tugged on the fur of his chest with a whine.

“Silver,” you called again, this time successful in making him look at you, “I’m ready. Please start now.”

Quickly, he pulled his hand free and shifted back to lay over you. Meeting your eyes, he looked for any signs of discomfort as he positioned the head of his cock to your entrance. You gave him a tender smile, pulling him down into a kiss to serve as inspiration for him to act. Then, with modest surety, Silver dipped past the line that kept him from you.

His dream could never have prepared him for this, for the feeling of sharing bodies or the concentrated debauchery. It was for his sake that he stilled once fully settled inside, allowing himself a moment to adjust to the intense contrast of sensation before it overtook him. Pleased sounds emitted from the both of you, fanning the flames of sexuality that burned where you were joined. A single, unhurried thrust had set the ball in motion when the smooth friction of your walls had introduced an addiction within the hedgehog.

Becoming drunk on the feeling, Silver’s pace increased over the minutes and showed more coordination than you would have assumed from someone with no experience. He chose depth over speed, enamored by the way his length buried into you, able to feel you all around him in an embrace he wish he’d discovered sooner.

His hands held your ribs in attempt to ground himself when his virginity quickly found him. True to his acceptance of your words earlier, he let himself submit to the want that led him into your shoulder; an overwhelming urge to stake his claim filled him, confusing him when he’d never felt such possessiveness. Still, he allowed himself to decorate the skin there with wet kisses before following each one with a soft lick. As he worked, he rubbed his head against the underside of your jaw, wanting to capture your scent that whispered of intertwined lust on his quills.

You clung to him as his girth filled you to completion, fingers still tangled in the long, soft fur that wrapped around his shoulders. With Silver’s heightened perception, he’d easily picked out the string of your desire in a field of thread and followed it to its center, rolling his hips whenever they met yours and running his thumbs over your nipples without much thought. The devotion of which he acted on alone was enough to make you feel light in your own body, so you could hardly feel disappointed when he began to pant with lack of control over the rising tides of ecstasy.

“I think—” he broke off with a furrow of his brows, “I’m…”

You sensed it in the way his gyrating hips began to stumble, his length hardly moving inside you when a tension locked his spine in a twist to allow the trickling arousal pool into his lap. Phrases of support were shared with him as you wrapped your legs around him to coax him over the edge. With a sudden bite to your shoulder he let go of his restraint, going silent as it spilled into you with readiness. A satisfied sigh filled your chest at the feeling, replacing any concern you had for the lack of safety measure.

Soothingly, you stroked him wherever you could reach and affectionately smiled when he relaxed to look at you.

“Wait,” he spoke, “how do I know when you finish?”

“I would tell you,” you hummed, “or you could just see it. Maybe even feel it?”

“None of those happened…right?”

You shook your head with a quick response that you were happy enough just to have him here like this, but Silver immediately made himself stoic. Rising to kiss you, he moved his hands down to spread your thighs further apart.

“Tonight is supposed to be for both of us,” he told you, “So, no matter what it takes, I’ll make you happy. I won’t improve without practice.”

Chapter Text

Your visit had been unplanned, a complete spur of the moment triggered by a sudden longing for the company of your partner. There was nothing special about the way you’d dressed yourself—or maybe there was when you took extra care looking at your reflection in the mirror before leaving home—nor did you carry any intent for a situation to unfurl in his company. Really, it had been a casual chain of events set into motion by the realization that almost two days had passed since you last saw him. For the two of you who only recently accepted each others' heart in romantic union, that amount of time felt infinite.

And after years of longing for one another, you could finally reach out for him in a way unacceptable between friends—only to find him called away by his duty. It almost felt cruel to have him just halfway, but you knew you had no right to feel wronged by his obligation to the master emerald. Honoring him meant allowing him to uphold his promise but would it be so bad if you offered company while he did?

When you steeled your resolve enough to make the trip to him, your nerves had been set into a jittery mess. Excitement and anxiousness made your mind fly; you'd known the echidna for a while now yet you had never taken to wandering Angel Island without reason or invitation from Knuckles himself. Being here now only made you wonder if this was a boundary you were crossing, or if the line between personal and shared space shifted the moment you shared the first kiss of confession. You weren't doing much, only sauntering up to the one thing Knuckles would prioritize over life itself...

Yet, in spite of your concerns, your feet continued to carry you through the small paths of the island made long ago by the tribe who once thrived amongst the trees. Unused to the terrain, you were obvious in your hiking approach, making it easy for the echidna to see you coming from a mile away, farther, even, with his sense of hearing. By the time you emerged from the wall of foliage, Knuckles had already met you on the ground with hands holding his arms across his chest and a brow raised in question.

“Surprising seeing you all the way out here," He said, "Did something happen?"

Giving him a tired smile, you shook your head as you plopped down on to floor for a quick breather, "There's no reason, I only wanted to see you--do you walk up this path everyday? It's so exhausting, I can't feel my knees...or...I can actually, which shouldn't be a thing. Do my knees look inflamed to you?"

"That path wasn't meant for common folk so you shouldn't have been able to walk it at all. Without meaning to, you proved yourself worthy to the ancestors of these lands."

"That's great! I don't think I can do it again."

Feeling overheated and damp with sweat, you decided you couldn’t get any dirtier as you fell back flat on the ground. Knuckles watched you, bemused by the scene, but rather than leaving you to rest on the floor, he stepped closer to you and crouched. A surprised yelp escaped you with he suddenly picked you up and positioned you over his shoulder. "What are you doing?" You questioned, looking back at him, in a tone higher pitched from the startle he gave you

“Taking care of you," he responded as if it were obvious, "I can't leave you in the dirt, I'll trip over you trying to fight back invaders."

You huffed a laugh, “how romantic of you. I knew I was missing out on something recently.”

Relaxing in his hold, you watched the distance grow as he carried you up the stairway leading to the peak of the altar. It didn't take long before your weight was displaced onto the flat top of the green emerald. Sitting straight, you gave an appreciative smile, "Thank you.”

Knuckles nodded in response, letting his hands linger on your legs as they dangled over the edge. Seeing you here now, sharing the dazzle of the jewel, pulled all his suppressions to the surface, filling the open space in his mind he hadn’t realized had been left vulnerable. When the days began to feel longer and the nights more isolated, Knuckles had convinced himself that it was only because of the changing season. How could he have known that the lack of your presence would have affected him so much when all that had changed in your relationship was the expressions of fondness. You were dangerous in the way you weakened him but he made his choice when he pursued your heart.

From the affectionate shine in your eyes as you looked down at him, he knew he would never regret it. Leaning into you until his chest rest on your knees, he cleared his throat. “So…you missed me? Even though it’s only been a couple days? You’re getting soft on me angel.”

“They do say that distance makes the heart grow fonder,” you replied tenderly, lifting a hand to stroke his head. He hid a proud smile behind a kiss to your lower thigh, “Really? Well then, why don’t I set it right and make it up to you?”

Enjoying the silent inclination behind his words, you hummed in feigned thought, “that might make me feel better, or it could make it worse. Feeling brave enough to find out?”

“Bravery is only one of the things I feel right now.”

Letting his eyes fall shut, he carefully pushed your knees apart to move closer to you from between. For someone with his strength there was an unmatched gentleness in the way he continued to press kisses in an upwards trailing path along your thigh, switching from your right leg to your left and back again in worship of all which you were. As you watched the sight below you, your heart fell into a skipped pattern, drowning in the rising adrenaline that felt like a balloons inflating within you.

Knuckles, as his lips inched closer to you, moved his hands to the back of your hips, completely engulfing you with them as he pulled you closer to the edge where he stood. Slow exhales warmed your skin beneath his kisses making your anticipation rise with every lingering touch of his mouth.

“Knuckles,” you called, voice just above a whisper so you wouldn’t shatter the delicacy of the moment, “Have you done this before?”

Without looking at you, the echidna grumbled, “would I be here with you if I had?”

The response confused you, “Is that a no…?”

Pointedly, Knuckles stopped his behavior and looked at you with an expression that questioned your seriousness, “In my culture, a pair is for eternity. To share relationship with any other would be a rejection to yourself and your bloodline. So, no, I’ve not done this before.”

“Wait, that means—”

“That you complete my pair, yes. It took me some time, but I realize now. Does that,” He resettled his conviction, “Does my inexperience bother you?”

With a mirthful laugh, you bent down to pull his face into yours, “not at all because I have no past with this as well. Destiny has a funny way of working itself out it seems.” Then, with an abundance of love, you kissed him. Knuckles followed your movements carefully, learning the performance and memorizing the feeling. From where you sat on the emerald, he had to lean himself up to reach your lips, but over his strain he kept himself thoughtful to yours and the discomfort you might face bending down like you were. So for one second more, or maybe two or three, he held himself to the kiss, indulging in it in a way that was a threat to his composure.

Then he willed himself away, finally, promising his best efforts in making the experience special. “All I need in this life,” he told you, moving back down to find comfort between your legs, “is right here. Everything I’d fight for.”

It felt like you had too much air in your lungs yet none at all when he resumed his exploration of your skin. In just a few soft presses he was at your center, making your temperature rise in fever from the anticipation you felt as he slowly worked your clothing down, leaving you with only your panties to cover his desire. Bated breaths were shared between the two of you when Knuckles nudged you open just slightly more, his sight enthralled by the secrecy of the thin fabric barrier.

Before he could incline his muzzle forward, moved by the sudden ache in his jaws, you held him back insecurely, “are you sure you want our first time to be…here? Like this?”

“Does it make you uneasy?”

How could it? With none but the two of you on the floating island you had no concern about being caught. But you still worried about the lack of preparation, “No. But shouldn’t it be memorable?“

“I’ve got you waiting for me on the master emerald in my birth land. I couldn’t ask for more even if I was being selfish. If not for the solidity of you, I’d believe myself dreaming.” Giving a small bite to the inside of your thigh to prove his point, he glanced up to you, “May I continue?”

A reassured “okay” was all that he needed to lick a bold strip into your covered slit, moistening the fabric there as he repeated the action again and again. You couldn’t tell if he knew what he was doing or not when he teased you with his tongue, so close yet so far, following the shape of you until he could find the hardened nub of your arousal. You bit down on your bottom lip to keep yourself in place, unused to the flames that flickered within your spine. Without his steady hold on your hips you would have squirmed against his face, following the sensation and running from it all the same.

Knuckles, on the other hand, worked for a taste of you; almost dutifully he buried into your heat, confusing the growing wet patch for saliva as he bore down. Holding you in place against him felt feral when even his teeth caressed the fabric in his attempt to get to you. The sound of your chest stuttering in its rise and fall encouraged him, the way your knees shook against him, and the sight of you torn between leaning your weight back on your arm or forward over him made him restless—eager. There was hardly a thought in his mind that could persuade him to stop when all his brainpower was spent on making you feel good.

A gasp of his name made him breathe heavily against you in a half-sigh-half-groan. It was pure instinct that moved him, making him seek out your reactions whenever he tried something new; he couldn't have predicted the thrill that ran through him in his blind chase or the way the scent of your arousal made him stiffen. When he finally felt frustrated by the way your underwear blocked him from you, he hurriedly slipped them down your legs, dropping them by his feet with your other garment. Diving back to you had felt like a splash of ice cold water, his tongue, rough and powerful, shocking your nerves into a state of bliss. His play from before had seemed to heighten your senses, making bare contact feel all the more pleasing; when you moaned and pulled him closer, Knuckles had noted the cause of your reaction for later.

Yet, just as soon as he'd begun to suck lightly at your clit, you were stringing together warnings of your orgasm. "Wait, Knuckles, wait," you panted, "I feel close. Stop. Stop, stop!"

For a prideful being like him, retreat was not an option. He didn't fear conclusions nor did he cower away from intensity, he was brunt in force and in spirit. Despite your guidance he persisted against you, slipping his tongue into your entrance as if his body prepared to collect your essence on it. Virgin to the stimulus, you were quickly overtaken with lust, your pleasure peaking as he devoured you entirely, messily and uncoordinated but faithful in endeavor. With a cry you released onto the lower half of his face, hole spasming around his tongue as you fell from the mountain of ecstasy. Knuckles savored the flavor of your orgasm like a starved man, mouthing at you in desperate attempt to not miss a single drop until you were whining at the action.

"Knuckles," you meekly called when every joint of your body felt weak to gravity. It was then that he relented, pulling away with a lick to his chops, and looked up at your spent form. Suddenly feeling overbearing, he pushed himself away from you far enough until he could close your legs and grab you by the waist to hoist you down. He planned to set you on your feet to allow you to regain yourself but when you buckled under your weight he settled for pulling you sideways into his lap while he sat on the top step of the stairway.

"Too aggressive?" He asked, pressing a firm kiss to your temple in apology. But you shook your head, "Perfect."

So wrapped up in you, the echidna hadn't noticed the effect you had on his body, not until he had you resting on him. His lip twitched at the pressure you put on his stiffened length but he otherwise made no move to satisfy himself. Content with the way things had ended, he simply hugged you tighter, offering a silent peace as he listened to the way your breathing evened.

In your own orgasm dazed mind you hadn't the bulge pressing into your side until your high faded a few moments later. Confused at the feeling, you shifted to displace it until Knuckles stopped you with a hiss, "Relax already, angel. You won't get comfortable anytime soon if you keep moving like that."

His words made you perk up, "that is you! Why aren't you doing anything about it?"

"You could barely handle my mouth."

Incredulously, you sat up and turned to him, "I could take you."

With a gruff hum, he pulled you back to his chest just to keep himself in check. If he thought about the situation too much he really would do something about it, but he didn't want to overwork you. You'd already been strained enough for today.

"Knuckles," you huffed, "I'm serious. Trust me!"

Then, suddenly, you pouted, voice sultry, and your hand wandered down his side, "Don't you want me? Don't you want to know what our pairing feels like?"

He looked at you with a fixed gaze, "Are you completely certain?"

"When am I ever not with you?"

With your approval, he shifted the two of you around until you were on your back. Sliding you further away from the edge of the steps, he knelt in front of you with hands on either side of your midsection. Between his legs stood his excitement, sizeable just as he was and angry from neglect. You felt the weight of it the moment he tucked his knees by your hips.

"I don't know how it'll be," Knuckles admitted, "but if I get lost in it..."

You reached your arms around his shoulders and nudged him down for you to brush your nose against his, "It'll be okay. Return the trust you give me."

Expressions of encouragement fell from your lips in murmurs as he gathered his resolve and aligned the head of his cock to your entrance. With the comfort of a kiss from your lips he pushed in slowly, holding his breath until he reached his hilt. The fill was a foreign feeling and although it wasn’t uncomfortable you still needed a moment to adjust to the shape of him. Knuckles allowed you respite as he moved from your lips to press a single kiss to your check then another to your forehead; he repeated the motion all across your face where he could reach, showering you in soft affection to soothe the sublet tension in your expression. Soon enough you became tranquil in his presence, swayed by his care, and pressed your fingers into his shoulders to inspire movement.

“You okay, angel?” Knuckles asked in a restrained voice, the only sign that he struggled to remain still inside your walls. You gave him a certain nod, “I’m good. Are you?”

“As always.” He said, “Relax yourself, I’ll take care of everything.”

Keeping to his promise he moved down to rest on his elbows, moving a hand behind your head to cushion it from the ground as he gave an experimental thrust. The response had been immediate when he let out a deep breath that fanned across your chest and grit his teeth. Knuckles had never felt anything like you before, had never felt so perfectly matched to a body or in tune with another soul. Your velvety walls embraced his girth like his glove fit his hand and it made him pulse with stinging need. Having never known this experience before, his skill had relied on his pace which followed the lust simmering underneath every inch of his skin. Short and shallow thrusts are what he gave when he could hardly focus on anything but the addictive suction of you clenching around him; it was instinct that had influenced the speed at which he rut into you making your body rock against the ground from the impact.

Moans spilled from you like a song, his name the main verse, as you succumbed to the way his length stretched the deepest parts of you. You felt the way his rim teased that sickeningly sweet spot hidden within your walls and it made you pant. It was enough for you to fall into a haze of arousal but not quite enough to blind you with pleasure—a balance that elicited a rise from you.

Knuckles noticed your growing desperation, furrowing his eyebrows as he concentrated on not ruining the moment by cumming too early, and repositioned himself until your whimpers had turned to mewls. In this new angle he used his free hand to hold your hips, making him lean over your body that clung to his and affecting the direction his cock pushed into you. All too suddenly the change had brought you near tears when he was rutting perfectly into you, making you feel every inch of him as his tip began to drool with impending release.

Deep groans rumbled in his chest when he fought through the waves of pleasure pulling him apart. He didn’t want to finish yet, not until you had, but you’d made it so hard for him to steady himself with the way you clamped down around him, hands pulling him closer as you arched against him in chase of your high. A few thrusts were all that he could manage before he pulled out of you. Rasped moans strained his vocal chords as he ran a hand up and down his shaft, vigorously pumping himself as his orgasm crashed into him. The sound of him finding release had made your stomach twist, seducing you when you didn’t think you could feel any more turned on.

Knuckles felt his reality go to static when he stained the stone ground with his seed, letting it spill with heady groan and a tight grip. When he felt he’d no longer drip, he returned to you in commitment, sliding back into your needy hole with a sharp intake of breath and a steeled mind. His cock felt spent already but he’d made a promise to you and he wouldn’t break it so easily, even if the sensitivity made him wince with every thrust.

“Come on, angel,” he struggled, “one more time. You can do it.”

It was a staggered orgasm, but it reached you nonetheless, making your toes curl when the buildup of sensation finally burst. You came with a cry, feeling it stronger than the first when he stilled inside you, keeping you filled as your walls fluttered.

“Beautiful,” Knuckles commented lowly, resting his face into your neck to ground himself in the moment, “you did well. I must thank fate for giving you to me. My own diamond.”

Chapter Text

“Please, watch it with me, romantic movies are always better with your romantic partner!”

You pulled your best hopeful expression in an attempt to convince the metal hedgehog. He wasn’t one to care much for movies, not enjoying sitting around for two hours to look at other people and he’d been sedentary all day already; he itched for something interesting, something to make his system fire up. But you were convincing in the way you just existed, so he found himself sitting beside you on the couch as you—improperly—used the lair’s computer system to stream the recently released film.

As expected, he hadn’t been interested by the characters as much as you had and he quickly grew bored with the story. However, for want of satisfying you, he remained in his seat with his eyes cast blankly ahead—that is, until the scene changed suddenly and you let out an embarrassed squeak of a noise. Flustered, you turned to face metal and offer an apology, not at all expecting there to be a passionate scene when none of the reviews had mentioned it, only to see his red eyes frozen in attention.

Feeling silly, you settled down; of course he wouldn’t care, to him it probably seemed nothing more of strange movements that weren’t worth decoding. Still, you couldn’t help but hike your blanket up higher as the sensual sounds reached your ears.

…Was the length of this scene really necessary?

An imperceptible whirring noise followed metal turning his head to you suddenly, a sharp finger lifted and pointing at the screen.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

He gave a robotic chirp, beeping with a question you guessed he was asking, “‘What is that’?”

His stillness was his response, one that you knew meant he agreed so you continued, strangely growing shy, he noted. “It’s…called sex. It’s meant for reproduction, but we use it as a form of intimacy as well .”

Considering your words, he dragged his pointing finger towards you. “Me?” you thought out loud, “Are you asking if I do that?”

Another silent response was what he gave you, so you took a second to consider your answer before settling with a simple, “Only if it’s with someone I love.”

Then he was pointing to himself. You nodded, “Yeah, like you.”

When he pointed back the screen that finally changed scenes you tilted your head, not quite sure what he was inclining towards. He gave another short series of noises and waited for your reaction. This time you couldn’t confidently guess what he meant, running through all the possible questions in your head until you settled one the most obvious, “You want to do that?”

He gave a thumbs up that made you nervously laugh. How could you tell him he wasn’t built with the act of copulation in mind?! You weren’t entirely positive he completely understood what he’d need to do—he had no touch reception, no mouth or genitals, and for all you know he might take being ‘turned on’ literally!

Would it be too cruel to tell him all this…?

“Ah…” you lightly scratched the side of your face in your hesitation, “Do…you know…how?”

In mechanical movements he stood up toward the computer’s control panel and pressed a button, rewinding the movie until the actors were back against each other; in another push, he began to record the scene without a hint of doubt, from beginning to end. Then, once it was complete, he closed the movie in favor of rummaging through the computer’s memory for the clip. He finalized his intention by letting the captured scene play across the screen on loop.

You watched, curious about what he was trying to do—until he was standing before you and pulling your blanket from you body to drop it to the ground haphazardly, looking similar to the ruffled sheets of the bed the actors shared. Then you were being lifted by the waist off the couch and down onto the blanket. Looking between you and the large screen, he watched for instructions, kneeling between your legs like he’d see the character do.

Thankful that the romantic theme of the movie had reflected in the steamy scene, you remained quiet as a owl as he copied the way the actor gently caressed their partner’s skin; sharp fingertips caught on the folds of your clothes when he traced a hand down the side of your frame, making him tug inquisitively in a test of the fabric’s stretch. Sounds of moaning made him look towards the screen where the scene had shifted to the lead actor fitting their hips together with their partner. So metal did the same.

When you gasped at the heavy pressure, you drew his attention back to you in an initiative to immediately scan your body for pain...but it faltered at your expression. Across the bridge of your face a blush settled, highlighting the diffidence in your eyes that came about from the way he took over; your reaction pulled his curiosity forward, making him reach forward to cup your chin and tilt your head back until a soft arch of your spine curved you further against him. Constricted circles of light stared down at you in what could only be called admiration—a sentiment so out of place in the mind of a robot that it made your heart race with a cloy affection.

A high pitched digital chirp made your eyes lower to him, watching from over your lashes as you reached to hold onto the wrist he pushed you back with.

"I'm alright," you assured him, "just getting used to it."

Silently he waited for a sign of your untruth, searching for a wariness in your breathing; only after a few moments, when he found none, did he turn back to the recording that continued to replay. Now, one actor hovered beneath their partner with hands on their hips as their head took place between the other's legs. With the camera having hidden the details of the scene, metal couldn't tell what was happening which meant he didn't know what to do.

It was entirely in his own determination that he faced you once more with a soft whir and decided to deal with the fact that you were dressed far more than the actors on the screen. Leaning his weight back onto his feet, he pulled his body away from yours just enough to allow steel fingers to dig further into the fabrics. Feeling the pressure of the pointed tips, you made a protesting sound, "Metal, don't tear them. I won't have anything to wear after if your do..."

But he only gave a handful of beeps and clawed his hands deeper until they threatened the surface of your skin. It seems he didn't care; it was just another reason to make you stay with him longer.

You only sighed when you heard the sound of cutting, internally mourning for the clothes you'd never wear again; meanwhile, his focused was enraptured by the growing exposure of your body. He didn't know why it intrigued him to see the skin you normally kept covered, especially when it looked exactly as it did on your hands and face, but he didn't want to look away. If anything, he wanted to watch every second as the purity of your skin was stained, tainted with corruption of a kind he couldn't explain. The unknown made him intensify with annoyance, sparking tenacity and making it flame.

He wasn't sure how to continue so you helped him, knowing he'd make you bleed if his trailing fingers went any deeper following his thoughts. Taking the hand that wasn't gripping your chin, you gently lowered it between your legs and placed it on the dip between your thigh and hip.

"Like this," you told him in a low voice, "but carefully. Think it as delicate as a pulse point."

Metal was completely still as he observed your hands and the way you spread yourself open in soft strokes, slipping a finger into the hole just beneath the cushion of skin. And only once your breathing pattern began to shift did he steal your hand from yourself to replace it with his own. Taking up the mantle of exploration, he prodded your folds with his thumb, testing your limit of force, before repeating the motions you showed him. Cool steel pressed into the bundle of nerves beneath the peak of your pubic bone while digital sensors waited for your reaction in an invisible search of validation; your squirming hips were just that.

Motivated, he slipped a single finger into just like you like you had, watching it disappear into the muscle without any resistance; when you gave an affected whimper, he tightened his hand around your jaw. By now, the movie looping in the background was nothing more than static and Metal had become fully invested in feeling out your depth; he kept a tentative pace, mindful of the pointed ends of his finger, but hadn’t withheld curling his finger when you whispered to. Soon enough his motions brushed against the erogenous spot between your walls, raising the volume of your voice.

Experimenting, he scissored his fingers to see how else to inspire the symphony of your moans.

“You’re a lot better than I thought you’d be,” you told him across a few breaths, “You’re doing so good.”

A garbled beeping noise was what you heard in response letting you know he enjoyed your praise. You wanted to offer more to him, but under the constant onslaught of his fingers, you felt your speech hard to process. Metal anticipated more of your words, working his hands more eagerly against you to earn them and forgetting his lack of touch reception wasn’t reciprocated by you. He hadn’t realized he was quickly driving you over the edge of your pleasure until you were repeating his name and lifting your hips off the ground to meet his touch.

So when you were suddenly displaying signs of desperation—using both arms to cling to his hand holding your head back and letting out a sharp cry—he thought he’d hurt you. Yet, when he scanned your body, nothing but an increased heart rate and temperature raised a flag. Taking that as reassurance, he continued, lifting his head away from his hand to look at your flushed face while he continued to massage your fluttering walls.

"Metal—" you whined a few seconds after your intense reaction, "too much!”

Confusion made his red eyes dilate; the actors hadn’t said anything like that. What was he to do? He couldn’t tell if he’d been successful in showing intimacy with you or not when you were panting heavily and crying like the actors had, but he hadn’t done what he’d seen them do. And he wanted to. You said that only people who love each other do this; he would show you just how much he loves you.

…Then…perhaps the issue wasn’t that you weren’t interested anymore, but rather that he needed to do what your body wanted.

While you recovered, Metal looked back towards the screen where the actors loved each other for nth time and analyzed the approach the actor looming over their partner took. It was a rocking motion, complete with paired hips and moans that seemed grating now that he’d heard yours, but Metal was clever enough to realize he lacked the biology needed to completely replicate the scene. He put together the thrusts of the actor and the anatomy of your walls that he’d just felt up, and angrily buzzed at the epiphany.

“Metal?” you dazedly asked, recognizing the tone of his vocalizations.

Not willing to give up, he simply gave another call before going through with his mimic; crawling over you until he could press his hips to yours more forceful that your sensitivity could handle. You winced under the sharp pleasure, “Wait, too soon!”

But he didn’t relent, sliding the space just beneath his jet core against your slit and moving like the tide against the shore. High pitched whimpers fell from your lips dripping in love and tainted in hate for the stimulation he wrought on your swelled clit. Glowing eyes bore down onto you in a commitment to burn the sight of you into his memory; everything from the melody of your voice to the way you struggled in his grip, dancing with a sensation only experienced by flesh. He may not have understood what perceptions were unraveling your mind, but he knew he would spend hours afterwards thinking about the look of you as it happened.

With the way you were still teeming with adrenaline from your first orgasm, it didn’t take long for your second to hit. Not especially with how roughly Metal was pushing his steel front against your dripping warmth. You don’t know how it happened when his frame was smooth in its surface—maybe the slight dip in waist plates was all it was—but soon enough you were cumming again with bated breath. Your toes curled from the intensity of a dragged out pleasure and you tried to run away from his gyrations, but without clearly communicating yourself Metal could not realize he was burning you with your own lust.

It took a number of choked attempts to gain his attention, “Metal, finished! No more, please!”

He stopped completely with a whirring noise that you identified as a question. Struggling to catch your breath, you tried to explain, “I already came—twice. You did so good, but I can’t go again. I need to recover in between…”

Sitting back on his feet, he finally let you go, using both hands to push open your thighs so he could get a clear view of your pussy. It didn’t seem terribly different, perhaps just a bit more puffy from the friction, but his sensors picked up increased heat and a leakage of some fluid coming from your entrance. Did that mean he’d been successful in showing you his love? A faint thought somewhere along his mind voiced regret for his inability to experience you entirely; he wanted to kiss you the way you did to him, to feel what this moment felt like for you, and to tell you all of this.

However, this was enough. It was something he could use to remind you that you had put a heart somewhere in his robotic system. The fact that it only made him feel more real was a bonus.

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The moon was at its peak when the night entered a full swing. A live band, orchestrated by the local maestro, soothed the chill in the air with their warm notes, pulling couples into a dance under the romantic veil settled into place by champagne confidence. Each guest dazzled with their sophisticated attire, fabrics lined with silk or sequins and pressed into crisp folds or flared to allow grandiose flow with every step. You immediately felt out of place amidst the crowd; even dressed in your best gown and decorated with your most expensive makeup and jewelry had not offered any assurance to your belief that you stood dull in comparison.

Silver vehemently tried to banish those thoughts of yours, claiming you looked entirely too beautiful, that even the stars might come crashing down in their jealousy. His praise had been coupled by an admiring gaze and a lingering kiss to your cheek that he considered copying onto your lips but ultimately decided against to save your perfect lines from smudging. You thought he was simply trying to comfort you, but in the hours spent at the gala you noticed him intently following you with his eyes, as if mesmerized by the shimmer of your dress.

And when you held his hand he could not stop lifting your intertwined fingers to press small kisses to the back. Each one trailed further than the last until he reached the inside of your wrist where you had dabbed your perfume at. A small laugh left you when he nuzzled against the scent.

“I think you may have had too much to drink,” you told him, pulling your hand back to smooth the quills above his brows.

He shook his head, “I haven’t had any, I don’t like the taste—it’s like apple juice that was left out in the sun for too long.”

“Apple juice…?”

“Mhm. I’ve only had water so I’m not not thinking clearly, you just look exceptionally pretty tonight and I can’t help myself.”

The honesty of which he spoke with had always been charming to you; he was a mix of blunt and shy, a combination that often made you feel like a temptress from the way he would regard you. It was to no surprise, then, that the two of you had slipped away, out from the crowd of socialites who gathered in the name of the mayor, into the furthest empty office you could find.

Silver was all too eager to shut the door behind him and push you onto the desk in the center of the room. Enamored hands explored the silhouette of your body, making you sigh in between rapturous kisses at the kneading motions. You pulled him close to you with your arms around his shoulder and held on firmly when he tilted you back at an angle in his passion; sounds of growing need filled the room and briefly you worried that someone would hear.

Despite being new to the act of carnal intimacy, Silver no longer doubted himself like he did at first and it showed in the way he followed the line of your legs all the way down to the hem of your dress. He slipped his palms underneath the fabric before pushing it up and out of the way until it bunched around your waist.

A short laugh bubbled in your chest at his haste, "You really have been waiting all night."

"Why would I lie about that?" he asked, dropping his lips down your neck as his fingertips played with the thin lace of your panties, "I mean every word I tell you."

You bit the inside of your lip in anticipation, letting your head fall back to allow more space for him to adore. Immediately he took the offering with small licks and a soft graze of his teeth, desperately itching to work a mark into the skin but refraining under the exposure of your gown's top. He didn't want to embarrass you afterwards.

The regard he held for your image disappeared under the cover of your clothes which meant he was free to do as he pleased once he slipped your underwear down. A pleased sound, meek in volume, filled your throat when he trailed a finger up your slit to collect your arousal; Silver felt a flash of heat bloom across his limbs when he spread your knees apart, far enough for him to fit between, and brought his finger to his lips to dart his tongue out for a taste. By now he knew the flavor was high up on his list of favorite things, making his excitement fully stiffen as you settled on his tongue.

He could hardly wait, once he licked his finger clean he rushed it back down to spread your folds open and circle a thumb into the nub hidden just above. With the way he breathed heavily against your neck, you would think he was the one being pleasured. You held him close to you, whining as he warmed you up.

It’d been no surprise to find that the hedgehog was a fast learner, very quickly discovering your weak points the first night he explored your body, but you still could not get over the shock of having him bring you down into ecstasy with his inexperienced hands alone. His ministrations still carried a subtle awkwardness to them but you could hardly focus on it when he flooded your senses.

“I’m sorry I can’t be as thorough as I’d like,” his breathless voice pulled your attention, “I don’t want anyone to catch us.”

You nodded quickly, swaying forward to catch his kisses on your lips once more, “It’s okay. I need you now anyway.”

Taking his hand away from you, he moved to grip his base, using the slick of your arousal to coat the length of his cock before prodding your entrance with the tip. He slipped his tongue against yours the moment he pressed through the ring of muscle protecting your walls, making you choke on a sharp inhale and dig your nails into the muscle of his shoulders.

A strained groan was shared into your kiss as Silver fully sheathed his length inside you, hugged by your walls in encouragement. Giving you a minute to adjust had tested the full extent of his patience and, really, all that held him back was his unwillingness to hurt you no matter how much of a rush he felt he was in. But he persisted, gripping your thighs to keep them open while he bruised your lips red from heady lust.

You signaled for him to move with a nudge, arching into him with a whine and a shift of your hips. Taking your invitation as a blessing, he set off in fast pace that made your toes curl; you could hardly feel him pull out before he was dragging his weight back into you deeply with muffled moans falling into your lips. Silver didn’t like to rush your pleasure, but between the looming threat of being walked in on and the addictive clench of your velvet walls, it felt impossible to slow down. He noticed you holding your breath as you took him, your hands stuck to him in attempt to keep yourself steady, so he broke the kiss to remind you.

“Breathe for me, ang—”

The door suddenly clicked open, pushed aside much farther than it needed to be, and it made you yelp. Instinctively, Silver pulled you into a hug to hide your body, expression going grim as he turned to face the intruder.

“Whoa, lovebirds!” a familiar voice rang out, “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Sonic!” Silver exclaimed, raising a hand to tightly shut the door close behind the blue hedgehog with his power, “Do you mind?”

Despite your better judgment, you raised your head to watch from over Silver’s shoulder to see Sonic standing by the entrance with his hands held up in front of him. “I didn’t do it on purpose! I was looking for the mayor’s speech, he said it was in his office only there’s like…a million office rooms here!”

Silver sighed, “Well what does it look like?”

“Like a paper? I don’t know.”

You shut your eyes, not believing the situation but not able to care so much when Silver was still buried inside you. The surprise of the moment had doused the growing flame of arousal in you but not completely, meaning you wanted nothing more than Silver to finish what he started. A call of his name in a whined complaint made Silver turn back to you, as if remembering what he was doing.

“Silver,” Sonic chided, “I think being caught fried your brain. Why are you focusing on me when your girl is right in front of you, waiting for you to continue?”

“What?” Silver asked incredulously, shooting a look at the other, “I can’t continue with you in the room!”

Sonic pushed the claim away with a wave of his hands; without even bothering to turn on the lights he made his way around the desk to search for the mayor’s speech, “You won’t even know I’m here. I’ll be in and out.”

“Sonic…” Silver complained, as if it was only inconvenient to have him there and not a complete intrusion. Yet you didn’t mind all that much when you reached up to pull Silver’s face to yours to kiss him once more.

“Silver, please,” you murmured.

Like always, a simple kiss full of intent was all it took for Silver to give in. Diving right back into you, he built your lust up once more, slower this time as the extra presence in the room made him shy. Satisfied sighs left you but you couldn’t help mourning the loss of the impatience—it seemed Sonic noticed your yearning because he leaned over the desk, his hands holding his weight up as he shook his head.

“Silv’, you’re losing her,” he said, making Silver look at him without stilling his hips.

“This would be easier without you judging me.”

“I’m not judging, I’m helping! I can tell you’re still new to this so why don’t I give you some pointers?”

Silver paused once more, making you whine at the recession but he shushed you with a small kiss. “You do seem like you know your stuff,” Silver considered, “alright. How can I do better?”

You huffed out a dry laugh at his naivety, thinking that no one but him would be so earnest for improvement even in the middle of a moment like this. Part of this stop-and-go was to be blamed on the other hedgehog in the room, so you faced him with a half-minded gaze. Sonic gave Silver a lasting wink, “It’s all about being greedy. I know it sounds bad but trust me, nothing should stop you from fulfilling your desire. And her desire should be your desire.”

“Shared desire…?”

“More like hers above yours.”

Silver looked at you in consideration, “I see.”

Returning his gaze, you huffed, “I’m desiring you two to stop talking and fuck me.”

A stretch of silence filled the room.

“Both of us?” Silver asked you, shocked for a reason you didn’t understand—why would you only ask one to be quiet? But you nodded anyways which made him give Sonic a look as he slowly asked, “Sonic?”

“I guess if that’s what she wants…”

“I do want it, I do. Please, just…hurry,” your tone was exasperated in your dissatisfaction. It was absurd that you even had to ask them for this in the first place, but you knew if Sonic didn’t leave the room soon then Silver might get lost in his studies and leave you to steep in your arousal. On your luck only would something like this happen.

Finally agreeing, Silver kissed your forehead and whispered his love before pulling out of you completely—this isn’t what you wanted! This was the exact opposite of what you wanted! Why did he agree only to not do what he agreed to do?! Frustration bubbled up in your heart making you itch to voice your complaints, but then you were carefully being lifted and positioned on the ground. Confusion replaced every other emotion when you were encouraged onto your hands and knees, but once Silver took his place behind you, you settled down.

You’d been too busy looking over your shoulder to notice Sonic move in front of you; it wasn’t until he placed a hand on the side of your head that you realized he was there. Shock made you freeze in place, eyes widening as you looked up at him; he didn’t seem to notice when his focus was on the other behind you, “Don’t worry, this is just for educational purposes only. She’s still all yours, Silv.”

“I’m not worried,” Silver responded, “but I am unsure as to how this works. Are we supposed to go at the same time?”

As he spoke, Sonic used his free hand to work himself up slightly, just until he was hard enough to sit comfortably on your tongue, “Strict no, that makes it weird. Just do your thing but make sure to read her body language.”

“I know that already!” Silver informed, frowning at the obvious information while he slid back into you. You shuddered under the full sensation and decided that perhaps this wasn’t so bad. It was not what you meant at all but you trusted both of them, even if you were only in love with one, so instead of retreating you allowed yourself to place a hesitant kiss in the underside of Sonic’s girth. The action drew his eyes to you immediately, and with a grin stretching his lips he gave Silver a thumbs up.

“That’s good! You’re already acing the class! Time for a test.”

Those words were all that was needed for Silver to pick up the torch he’d left to burn alone, renewed in his vigor and eager to please. You weren’t sure if the steady speed of his thrusts had been for you or for Sonic’s approval, but it hadn’t mattered when moaned softly in appreciation. Sonic took the opportunity to sneak past your lips; he held your head forward and upright in an encouraging grip, pushing his length into your throat until you had to will yourself to stay relaxed. Silver immediately felt the shift in your focus when your walls clenched around him the moment you tried to fit Sonic into your mouth and it made him hold onto your waist tightly. The pleasure he’d built up before only to cut it off and start again made him feel like his entire body had tensed in anticipation without him realizing it; his dick twitched inside you, leaking precum and mixing it with your prolonged arousal in every glide of his hips.

On the other side, Sonic dutifully watched the scene before him, struggling to focus on finding weak points in Silver’s performance and your tongue swirling around his shaft at the same time. Through a groan, Sonic offered, “use your hands too, Silv.”

Barely pausing, Silver nodded curtly and willed himself to push the feeling that consumed him to the back of his mind. Leaning his chest onto your back, he snaked an arm around your front until his hands reached your soaked pussy and slipped his fingers in between your folds. You gave a short cry at the extra stimulation that made your knees threaten to close but couldn’t afford to pay much attention to the distraction when Sonic had begun to rut into your mouth at his own pace.

“Both hands,” Sonic breathed, letting his head droop forward as his mind grew dazed with pleasure.

Silver looked up, “What do you mean?”

“Her chest…play with her chest. This is good practice for your multitasking skills,” Sonic joked through a hitch in his voice.

But just as Silver agreed, reaching his free hand to knead your still covered breast, a loud slam startled the three of you, causing everyone to stop, much to your disappointment.

“Sonic, the mayor—Silver?” the all too familiar voice of Shadow rang in your ears.

You couldn’t see past Sonic but you heard Silver give a vexed protest, “Again?! Doesn’t this door have a lock?”

“What is going on here?” the dark hedgehog questioned, sounding caught between astonishment and annoyance, “Sonic, what the hell are you doing?”

Thinking this would take a few moments, Sonic gently pulled himself out of your mouth to give your jaw a break. “I’m teaching Silver how to be a better lover,” he replied as if it were obvious.

“Don’t say it like that,” Silver complained, “I am a good lover! Just…inexperienced.”

You let yourself drop to your elbows, resting your chest and face on the floor as you gave up trying to feel good. With this many interruptions it felt like the universe was laughing at you for even believing you could have a peaceful orgasm. Silver noticed your defeat and freed himself from your squeeze in apology for the situation; he had completely forgotten to save your modesty…

“Why would you ask him about the pleasure of others?” Shadow asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sonic didn’t take offense to his behavior, simply soothing the top of your head absentmindedly, “Because I know more about living than either of you.”

“All you know is how to satisfy yourself. What did you tell him? That he should focus on his own desire?”

Silver perked up and tilted his head at Shadow’s words. Curiously, he asked, “is that wrong?”

“Entirely.”

“No,” Sonic responded at the same time, making Shadow roll his eyes.

Struck with an idea, Silver leaned down until he was level with your face. Gently, he asked you, “him too?”

You nodded, not really caring anymore, only wanting to stifle the desire warming your skin, and Silver straightened back up; “Shadow, can you also help then? You seem capable.”

“The only thing he’s capable of is being a jerk,” Sonic interjected, “do you even know anything about this?”

“More than you. Step aside and I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Shadow shoved Sonic the side, making him stand to the right of you, while he settled on the ground beneath you. Before anything could happen, Silver made sure to lock the door.

Then, tenderly running his hands up the sides of your body, Silver lifted you, pulling your dress off you completely with murmurs of apology for the inconveniences and promises of fulfillment. Out of concern for your comfort he kept you held up with his ESP, steadying you in a bent-over position with your arms behind your back in his grip.

“Forget whatever lies Sonic told you,” Shadow instructed, “reactions are the most important part.”

Your body was kneeled between his legs which had allowed him to settle his hips right beneath your breasts. While he spoke, Sonic returned his hand to support your head as he traced the tip of his cock against your lips; Silver rubbed a thumb into your wrist comfortably without thought, “Body language?”

Shadow agreed, “comfort is a priority.”

“Sonic said the same thing but I already know that.

“Then you can tell us how she’s feeling right now?” Shadow quizzed, raising a stoic brow as he awaited for a proper answer. Silver looked at you and your expectant expression, seeing the way you parted your lips easily for Sonic and the way you dipped yourself forward into Shadow’s hands that massaged your now bare chest. Then he looked down at your glistening slit and the way you shifted your thighs in search of even the smallest friction.

“Needy?” Silver answered, affected by the desperation in your behavior.

“And neglected,” Shadow finished.

.Your heart soared at the recognition, finally someone with enough sense in this room! The notion had you keen in their presence, filling you with eagerness at the resurfacing hope for release.

“You’re letting yourself get distracted too easily; focus on the desire.”

Thankfully, the three could agree on that fact and it motivated them into action; almost simultaneously Sonic filled your mouth with his size while Silver thrust back into your walls, eliciting a harmonic moan from you. Beneath you, Shadow quietly let himself fall into the scene, feeling a warmth pooling in his core.

Sonic watched as you bobbed your head, grunting when you sucked just a little more each time he reached the back of your throat. “Don’t forget to use your hands, Silv,” he reminded again.

“It’ll be too much,” Shadow disputed, “He should wait until she’s closer to the edge or he’ll risk overwhelming her.”

“No, if he waits then he’ll finish before her! He shou—”

Silver barely heard them, too busy focusing on staving off his own orgasm unless he wanted to embarrass himself. It wasn’t his fault that, not only had he been interrupted twice, but you felt so good around him; he felt urged to completely take you over, wanting to go faster and harder but not wanting to end it for you again. He knew if he changed anything at all his already weeping tip would spill his seed in seconds.

Sonic seemed to fare slightly better but he too had been softly edged and abandoned, the faint blush under his eyes had narrated the heat that made him hold your head tightly. He took over the movement of your mouth, guiding your lips across his cock in a pace that increased every few seconds and shivered under the sensation.

Shadow had only just peaked in his arousal, sliding his stiffened member between your breasts and letting his head rest against the floor as he thrust upwards into them. He listened to the mixture of sounds filling the room, listened to your moans to ensure they weren’t contaminated with anything other than pleasure, and bit back his own.

You were lost in lust, dazed by the forces that acted on your body from every which way and quickly dragged to your orgasm that had been stolen from you too many times tonight. Silver’s hips had angled themselves perfectly into the sweetest spot inside your walls, making you cry out against Sonic, and tremble in Silver’s hold—an action that had the both of them faltering in their composure. Only the dark hedgehog seemed to hold strong as he roughly rut against your skin, admiring the way the flushed head of his cock left a trail of leaking arousal through the valley of your boobs.

Time seemed both stretched and shortened in the small office, you had lost track of how long you’d been in here relishing in the company of the hedgehogs and getting drunk off the feeling. In between their quips of advice and restrained moans you had finally found the edge of your pleasure and tipped over it with a cry as you fought to handle your and their desires. However, your fluttering walls had set off Silver’s orgasm and, with a final deep thrust, he stilled inside you as he came with a throaty moan.

With you succumbing to your ecstasy, Sonic had taken to rocking into your mouth with a fast pace; he felt the all too familiar coil in his core tighten, and for a handful of seconds he was choking you with his depth. He only relented when his release washed over him, making you struggle to swallow the ropes of white he filled your mouth with.

As the last to join, Shadow had been the last to cum, but he wasn’t delayed for long. Soon after he was bunching your breasts around his cock with a hiss, irritating the skin there as he chased his high with heavy thrusts. For the first time since his arrival, he let out a low groan when his hips stuttered to a stop, painting your chest with his release.

Feeling completely soiled, exhaustion clung to your body even as you were being held up. The night had taken an unexpected turn but you found you didn’t want to think about it, only wanting to go home and sleep. Three sets of hands cleaned everything up while Silver’s, specifically, gently redressed you. He asked how you were feeling and you could only muster a tired response that the night was finally catching up to you, so he lifted you in his arms and told you to sleep if you wanted. He would take you home.

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S O N I C

↝not only is he the easiest to rile up, he is also very quick to beg. it's not something that he even tries to hide when he's pleading for your touch

↝he doesn't like to be on his back during sex because all the movement irritates his quills, but him being on top does not mean a single thing to either of you. you can tease him, telling him he's not allowed to move while he's inside you and he won't, despite the fact that he has all the power to

↝the worst thing in the world for him is being edged, he cannot handle it and will do anything you want if it means you’ll make him cum. anything at all

A casual touch was what you used to massage the base of his shaft; your head laid on your forearm atop his thigh and you looked up at him with a patient gleam in your eyes. Sonic leaned his weight back onto his hands like you had instructed him to, struggling against the urge to bend forward and buck in your grasp. You had told him you needed room to work when you kept him from using his hands on you or himself, but, really, you only liked to see him face the waves of pleasure with no way to keep himself afloat.

Honeyed moans pitched in a slight whine dripped from his gasping lips as he chased any semblance of pressure you offered to his cock that twitched in overdue need. He did his best to put up with you, he really did, but for the past hour you'd done nothing but play with him—kissing away the pearls of precum too lightly, running your hand over his length too slowly, and pulling away too soon when he'd almost sunken his teeth into an orgasm.

By now he was desperately writhing, begging for you to please, please, do something. The ache of his arousal numbed his mind, making him itch to reach for you, but he knew better than to go against your rules; that the punishment for doing so would be so much worse than you delaying his release.

"Sonic?" you called expectantly, "Do you love me?"

A gasping breath made his chest heave while he nodded vigorously, fingers tensing with an urge to move. Deciding to allow him mercy for his lack of verbal response, you continued, "Would you love me even if I left the room?"

"No! Don't leave! I can't—It hurts. I need you so badly, I want to fill you up, please. I can't hold back any longer."

You raised a brow, hiding your smile as you lowered your mouth to the underside of his tip; lips brushed against the skin there as you spoke, making his cock throb in lust so intense it bordered on painful.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” you spoke, suddenly tightening your fingers around his girth and giving him a single harsh stroke. “Would you still love me if I kept you like this, on the edge, for another hour?”

The inconsistency of your stimulation only made the feeling twice as intense which caused Sonic to flinch, body jumping forward ever so slightly but enough that you noticed. He groaned loudly, nodding his head once more, “Yes. I’ll love you no matter what.”

“Is that so?”

“I’m scared you’ll leave if I say no,” he breathed, immediately lurching forward when you began to pull back, “I’m just kidding! Don’t stop, I do love you! Since day one. Let me show you! I can make you feel just how much I love you, please let me!”

You rolled your eyes at his poorly timed humor and thought to yourself that perhaps you hadn’t dipped him as far into desperation as he could go. After all, if he was still giving you full sentence answers then he must be bored enough to think coherently. There was an easy solution for that problem, one that he would not like until the very end where the buildup would be completely worth it.

S H A D O W

⛧tsundere in the way he’ll pretend he’s not affected by your flirtation but the flush on his face says otherwise. you know better than to believe the roll of his eyes and the crossing of his arms—the chase of your fingertips is only part of the proof you need to see how badly he wants you to use him for your own pleasure

⛧he’s too introverted to make louder noises—much less beg—but there’s many signs of his fluster, like the way he can’t do anything unless you give him direction

⛧loves to service you however you want him and only asks that you praise him while he does it. he could find his high in that alone

With the fabric of a towel between the two of you, Shadow could hardly feel much but the pressure whenever you ground your hips into his. He only had himself to blame when he'd been obvious in his admiring of you, eyes trailing the way water droplets followed an invisible path down your body; only a modest towel barred him from seeing where the ones on your collarbone fell to and something about that ruffled him.

When you'd caught him staring, you gave a sly smile as you asked him about it, but he only turned his head away in a late attempt to give you privacy. Being the person you were, you had already been tempted into teasing him with a sway of your hips and a show of stretching where your towel struggled to cover you. Eventually, you had trapped him on the edge of your bed by sitting on his lap, still completely bare but no longer dripping wet. Now, the source of soaked cloth came from underneath it, where Shadow's anticipation rose against it.

You held your arms around his shoulders as you worked yourself against him, making sure to drag your hips as much as you could for the best effect. "Shadow," you murmured as you kissed the underside of his muzzle, "I can't feel anything. Won't you help me out?"

A shaky exhale fanned across your skin before he put his hands on your waist to steady you. You immediately tsked three times, "Uh-uh, don't guide. I want to see you chase it."

He dropped his hands down to hold the backs of your knees instead and gave a soft sound of opposition, "how do I do it without my hands?"

"You don't want to try to figure it out first?" you asked playfully.

"I've already thought about it, but I don't know what I've never tried."

Bemused, you shook your head with a laugh before tilting his crestfallen face up to meet your eye, "Then I'll show you."

You used your words to instruct him: lift his hips while you lowered yours, plain and simple. The twist was the he could only reach satisfaction if he matched your pace, and you felt like taking your time. Knowing he was watching you, you let your head hang back with a sweet sigh as you relished in grinding against him.

Sharp teeth peeked over the line of his lips as they fell open slightly in attempt to bring more air into him lungs as the rutting of his length pulled him slowly—more slow than he appreciated—towards pleasure. However, it took the sound of you encouraging his behavior with moans of “so good” and “oh, Shadow” for him to reach it.

A deep groan preceded him staining his own lap with his ejaculation while you continued to rock your hips to help him ride out the feeling; only after a few moments when he sucked in a sharp breath at the sensitivity did you stop.

“You didn’t get to cum,” Shadow insisted between pants, trailing his hands up to your thighs to restart your movements, “keep going. I’ll be fine.”

S I L V E R

ʚ♡ɞ completely infatuated with being the one to be taken care of for a change; he’ll completely lose himself to you, unable to even watch as you ride him because the pleasure is making him throw his head back against the pillow with his eyes screwed shut

ʚ♡ɞ very handsy as he tries to ground himself, you could not get him to hold back even if you tied him down. you’ll just have to live with the way he’ll knead your curves throughout the entirety of your session—not that he uses his hold on you to control your movements anyway

ʚ♡ɞ it’s so easy to make him cum that you have to be careful with your timing unless you want him overworked by the end of it. it’s even worse that he won’t tell you he’s pushing past his limits because he’s drunk off his lust so you have to learn to read the signs to prevent hurting him

Your moans were a ballad to Silver's ears; it was the way that he so easily caught the gratification in them that spurred him on, making him eager to entice more from you. With his hands locked around your thighs, he lifted himself into you, mouth working in desperation to make you give an approving call of his name. His messy movements were a dead giveaway to the adrenaline flooding his veins, making every part of him fidget against the cloud of lust polluting his brain.

Above him, you held the edge of the bed as you watched him be set alight by ravenous need, his tongue burrowing into you as if this were the last time he'd ever be able to taste you entirely. You hadn't touched him once in the time the two of you spent caught between kisses, yet he was already so close to his high; cock rigid and upright, weeping thick translucent tears of arousal, and pulsing with overwhelming passion.

It was the sight of it that made you stray away from heavy kisses and move onto the main act. Of course, before you could even think of sinking down onto him, you had to first prepare yourself for the fit. Straddling his face had seemed like a good idea at first but you forgot to consider Silver's penchant for eating you out. He made it seem like he was the one getting sucked off with the way he was falling apart underneath you, stifled moans vibrating against you.

"Silver," you gasped, intending to tell him to stop. But the way he whined—recognizing the commanding tone of your voice—and pushed closer to you until his nose was digging into your skin made you falter. Just this once you would let him have his way, you decided, when the way he lapped up your essence felt too good for you to pull away from.

Just as you anticipated, Silver gave a choked noise, threatening to suffocate himself as he held his muzzle flush against your folds while euphoria tucked his thoughts into paper planes and sent them off. Ropes of his release painted his stomach with every buck of his hips into the air, making him tense as his desires were drained. You had to lift yourself up off him to force him to breathe freely, and the sight of his face soaked in your arousal and highlighted by his own through his expression, made you smile.

"Silver," you called again, certain in making him obedient this time, "you know better than to ignore your orgasm like that. If you feel it, tell me, or else you'll be finished before I can even start."

"I'm sorry," he apologized without much regret, still reeling from his release, "I can still keep going. We can continue, I want to."

"Of course we are, don't you think it's unfair for me to be left unsatisfied?" you cooed, moving down his body until your hips were above his. Just as he said, his length remained rigid in lust, and, not for the first time, you thanked the effects of his abilities. There was still a refractory period for him where he needed to come down from the hypersensitivity brought on by an orgasm, but it was his punishment for breaking one of the rules you had in place when you were spreading your walls apart on his size.

A loud moan filled his throat at the action, pulling his back into a slight arch when every nerve in his body had been concentrated on registering his sense of touch. You shushed him with a kiss, encouraging him to handle the shock as you began to let yourself rise and fall against him.

M E T A L S O N I C

▹he’s always so eager to please you, following your guidance and letting you do whatever you wanted to satisfy the desire pooled in your core. he very quickly learns to let you take control, which feels odd to him at first—no one has ever given him so much thought—but he discovers he enjoys it that way

▹you have a few toys for him to use on you, but his favorite is the dildo. he likes that he can stick it on himself with the small suction cup and pretend he’s the one you’re getting off on

▹another one who is weak to your praise; the validation fills him with satisfaction so heavy that it could make his system glitch

“Metal,” you gasped, holding onto the pointed steel atop his head resembling ears, “You’ve improved a lot with this.”

Those words earned a computerized chirp from the robot who stood on his knees before you, holding one hand to your thigh while the other shoved a rubber phallus into you. Standing as you were against the wall, your knees felt weak to hold you up and you were all the more grateful for the support Metal gave; but from the point of view of the robot who looked up at you, there was a clear power imbalance.

It would be so easy for you to reject him, to shoo him away while you took care of your own pleasure, but you let him stay. You let him come as close as he’d ever get to fucking you and it made him strive to be thorough in his attempt of pleasing you. Every sound you gave him fueled his drive, and he searched for the smallest hint of praise in your expression.

“You feel so good,” you told him, “I love how you do it. Just like that.”

Rocking your hips to meet his hand every time he filled you with the length, you tugged his head back by his ears until he was looking at you. He continued his ministrations, not needing to monitor his skill after seeking your pleasure so many times before, as the rings of his eyes lifted to meet your gaze.

“Faster, I’m getting close. If you keep doing well, I’ll give you a reward, yeah?”

An imperceptible whir was his agreement as he sped up his hand, never looking away from you as your arousal snowballed into something bigger, more intense. The expression on your face was everything he worked for, it was drawn into a soft scrunch that stood out against the flush that prettied your cheeks; he understood from the sight, and your words, that you guided him well through the practice of sex. Now, if he could, he would spend the rest of his life wanting to let his capabilities be used by you—for you to take whatever you wanted from him without hesitation.

Luckily, for him, you planned to do just that. And as your orgasm hit you, inspiring a series of moans as your legs trembled with effort to keep you standing, Metal stilled his hand like you taught him to. It took a few gasps for you to catch the rhythm of breathing again, but once you did, you lazily stroked the side of his face. “Good job, Metal,” you cooed, “I couldn’t love you any more.”

A lift of your hips signaled him to pull out the toy from between your walls—when he noticed the string of arousal connecting your entrance to the rubber head, he swiped a finger at it and lifted it to show you. Giggling softly, you pushed the finger to the side, “I know. I feel it, one more round. I promised you a gift for servicing me so well, right? Then…how about your favorite?”

Lowering yourself into your knees so that you could straddle him where he was, you took the dildo from his hands, “I’ll make you feel good now.”

It was easy to fulfill those words, and the both of you knew it, but Metal was as eager for you as always. There would never be a sight quite as wonderful as you controlling your desire on him; the thought alone could make him short circuit. So as you positioned the rubber dick against him, you made him hold your waist for support while you sat you bounced against his lap.

 R O U G E

ꕥ she absolutely loves to be the one on the receiving end of flustered for a change, there’s just something so incredibly attractive about the way you can make her eat her words—very quickly, she loses most of her coy behavior once you get started, but not entirely

ꕥ borderline bratty, she’ll tease you until you’re annoyed enough to fully take control. she wants you at your worst patience and she won’t shy away from pushing your buttons

ꕥ and yet, she’s most vocal during intimate sex when the pace is adoring and murmurs of love are exchanged between moans. she doesn’t know which she prefers: fast and hard or slow and soft

A lingering ache in the strength of your thighs made itself present on your mind, just barely, but you chose to ignore it. The stimulation of two pussies pressed together in an erratic rhythm of circling hips had far outweighed the growing soreness. Beneath you, Rogue gripped the bedsheets for purchase as her spine arched, curved upwards by the onslaught of pleasure.

Despite also being affected, you bore through the searing ecstasy to maintain the pace of your rocking hips, enjoying the way the playful words of Rouge had left her abandoned in the face of lust. Your hands held her thigh as you scissored your hips against hers, the tight grip of your fingers into her bare skin announcing your quick unraveling.

“I’m close,” you told her, “I’m so close already.”

But your inability to last much longer couldn’t be blamed on your skill; when she had been giving you flirty words and prods to get you to make her feel good, you decided to put her mouth to better use. Without a thought of complaint, she’d gone down on you with an anticipating tongue and lips too skilled for your own good. If it weren’t for the way she suavely begged you to make her cum, you wouldn’t believe she could be so submissive.

When you had felt yourself stepping too close to the edge, you nudged her back with instructions for her to lay down on the bed. She gladly accepted with wings fluttering in excitement; and when you shifted over her, positioning yourself against her, she bit her lip. Just how she whispered it to you at the very beginning, you rut into her at a fast pace, abusing her clit with your own in a way that made her cry out her appreciation.

By the time you warned her of your approaching orgasm, she was lost in the haze of lust. You didn’t want to interrupt the flow of arousal coursing through her, but when the tension in your core snapped, you couldn’t help but still against her with a high pitched moan.

“Don’t stop now,” she complained, “I was feeling good.”

“I’m not finished.”

Gathering your breath, you peeled yourself away until you could support your weight on your elbow near her head. Your fingers replaced the force against her, dipping into her entrance and quickly building her arousal back up. Wet kisses broke her stream of satisfied words as your lips pressed against hers while you massaged her velvet walls.

Soon enough, she was worming her hips against your hand—lewd sounds of soaked fingers thrusting into dripping folds matched her stifled moans that seemed to shrink the closer she got to her peak. In only a few minutes she was shutting her thighs around your hand while she came, her nails digging into your skin as she became blinded by her high.

You continued to work her through it, pressing your thumb to her sensitive bud in relaxed circles until she was shying away from your touch.

“What’s the matter?” you asked her when the stimulation became to much, “I thought you wanted me to make you see stars?”

Those had been her words earlier as she prodded a reaction out of you. “I said stars, not spots—which are what I’m seeing because it’s too much!”

“How are you still such a smart mouth after all that?” you shook your head, pulling your hand free from her, much to her gratitude, “You’re lucky I love you and find it incredibly charming.”

Before she could find respite, you were lowering your face down to her center, “but I still should show you how to be more grateful.”

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S O N I C

𝐬𝐟𝐰

Thunderous booms made the air reverberate, shaking you to your core as you watched from the distance atop a balcony roof. Not even the sun could compare to the dazzling glow of Sonic as he tore through metal defenses as if they weren’t even there, rendering the gigantic, invading, robotic creature useless. Where he struggled before with the abilities of his normal self, this transformed version took care with ease.

You wondered what it must be like to bear the effect of such enlightenment that transformed both mind and body; Sonic had certainly made it the most natural thing in the world. He was a beacon of glory in the way he won the war against evil, humiliating the mastermind behind it in mere minutes and saving the lands down below from the threat of their destruction. In your eagerness to reunite with him as he came back down with a confident grin, you hadn’t realized you were leaning too far over the edge of the roof’s short fence until your foot lost its hold. With a yelp, you tumbled over the edge; the drop wasn’t far enough to severely hurt you, but it was just enough distance to break a bone or two.

Faster than you could think, you felt your center of gravity thrown off and the rush of air made it hard to hear anything at all—yet an impact never came. Blinking, you checked yourself only to find golden arms carrying you in a hug. “Sonic!” you breathed, taken aback by the proximity of your awe.

When he chuckled and said, “I don’t think you’re supposed to literally fall for me”, your mind cleared enough to remember your enthusiasm.

“Sonic, that was incredible! You took the thing down like it was a fly and—wait, you can fly! I can’t believe it! Your stories about this don’t even begin to compare to the actual thing!”

Eyes filled with wonder looked down at your feet that had been separated from solid ground, then back up at him, “This feels like a dream.”

“It’s completely real, I know because I can feel your heart racing. You really like it?” he asked you, resting his forehead on yours to meet your gaze unwaveringly.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and smiling widely, “You look ethereal. I never thought you could be more pretty.”

“I’m pretty, you look like an angel against these clouds,” he listed, “as if I needed any more signs that you were made for me.”

He ended his words with a loving kiss, aimlessly burrowing the two of you in a sea of mist.

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰

Your vision was a blur of white clouds and dizzying pleasure, and your voice choked on the moans that filled your lungs in a displacement of oxygen. Strong hands encircled your waist as they held you firmly in their grip, unwilling to allow even a centimeter of space between bodies when the safety of ground was separated by a grand distance. For extra measure you wrapped your legs around Sonic’s hips, half to allow him to slide deeper into you and half to offer more stability to yourself while he did so.

There was no room in your mind to fear for the worst when all your thoughts were chasing the pleasure that overtook your body with reckless abandon; you couldn't keep your head up, letting it fall back against the rough pace set by emboldened passion. Such a show of trust had made Sonic grit his teeth and roll his hips further into you, eager to burn away the thrill that flooded his senses upon his intertwining with the chaos emeralds, and make you weak in the process. He would take care of you, he always did, but only after he chained you with your own arousal so that you would always remember this moment when you were alone.

Something inside of him wanted to make any other source of pleasure seem bland in comparison—nothing would ever make you feel as good as he did now, no toy or dream, not even your own hands. He would leave a memory of himself inside your walls so deep that nothing would ever come close replicating it. Possessiveness flared inside him, motivating him to thrust harder—faster—into you, earning moans pitched in a cry.

Being hidden amongst the low hanging clouds had let you freely display your enthusiasm; none but fire red eyes could witness your wanton behavior as you gave yourself completely to the ultimate form of power, obsessed with the force of intensified drive. Sonic bruised the skin of your neck with his teeth, biting into the muscle there and sucking just as harshly, intending to absorb your worship entirely.

In all the time he'd kept you just below uncomfortably thin oxygen levels, he'd spilled inside you a handful of times. You felt stuffed with his release, knowing that the second he pulled out of your tiring walls you would leak ounces of white—but a disapproving cry from you prevented him from stopping whenever he tried. Not that he tried more than once, something he'd only done out of respect for your well-being. Yet, no matter how long he pumped his cock into you the rigidness of it showed no hint of satisfaction and even less of a sign that it was tiring.

Your crumbling mind hadn't realize the extent of 'endless', that enhanced durability meant your demise when Sonic—who already could run 3 or 4 rounds in bed—harnessed unlimited power. All you could process was the way your heart was hammering in your chest, racing with the thrill of witnessing the golden hedgehog lose control over his self-restraint.

S H A D O W

𝐬𝐟𝐰

Against the night sky, streaks of gold illuminated. A trailblazer set fire to a monstrous titan in a show of speed and strength, reminding every mind of just who the true ultimate life form was. Even from your spot up in the hills, where you had been left to wait by the very one who wrought havoc against the destructive presence, you could see everything clearly.

This was not the first time you’d seen Shadow like this, transformed into something so unnatural that not even the most beautiful of words could capture his essence, but the effect was all the same. You stood in awe as your hedgehog put out a storm of strength, raining down pure concentrations of energy in the shape of arrowheads against the frame of the beast; the force behind those manifestations had been so great that not even the otherworldly material that made up the titan could withstand it, and the arrows pierced through.

Despite the way you held your breath, your heart raced with something great. Reflections of the golden persona gleamed on the iris of your eyes in a testimony of your unwillingness to look away, not even when strikes of lighting lit up the sky.

You hardly noticed when the battle had been won, only realizing that Shadow had been moving back towards you when a delayed thought had made you question if the sun was rising already.

“Are you alright?” he asked you when he landed before you only to have to stare at him silently.

His voice pulled you out of your stupor and you nodded quickly, “Yeah, I’m fine! Just…admiring the view.”

You wanted to reach out and feel the crackle of energy that lit up his skin but you were nervous that he’d think the behavior odd. Still, your gaze was heart shaped as you watched him. “You’re beautiful,” you blurt out, immediately flushing as you did so.

Shadow gave you a deep look, smiling so subtly you weren’t sure if you were imagining it. Then he was cupping your face and pulling you in for a long kiss much slower than he’d moved all night.

“You have this reaction every time,” he told you when he separated his lips from yours, pulling away just enough to speak, “doesn’t it get old?”

You immediately shook your head in his hand, “Never! How could it? You’re just so…”

“So what?”

“I would go blind looking at you because I would never want to blink. Those half seconds I lose are not worth it.”

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰

Adrenaline that his body could not contain had made his breathing uneven; he itched for release, for something to bite into and squeeze tightly, but also for something that he could not break so easily. It’d been too much to take you home, too long even if it would only take half a moment, so he dragged you into the forest nearer to the hill and pressed your back into a tree. You worried this his glowing brilliance would only attract attention to your situation but even the most fearsome predators of the habitat had nervously skittered away in his presence.

He hadn’t completed striped you bare, leaving some semblance of modesty for you when he pulled the bottom half of your fabrics free from your legs, but the consideration was imbalanced by the way he held one of your thighs up, exposing you to him completely. At first he only ground into you, letting hard length slide between your folds, back and forth, until the way his rim caught against your clit had made you lock in orgasm and moan sharply.

But in this state where he remained invincible to physical wariness, he didn’t notice the peak of your pleasure, too distracted in building over the foundation of his lust that made him want to ravage you. Not even when you were whimpering his name the first time you pleaded for a moment to catch your breath did he pull back, he couldn’t—he didn’t want to. Any offense that he put you through would be a reason for him to make it all back up to you afterwards, but for now he could only stack his mean counts against you.

By the time he soaked your inner thighs with his release, you were cumming for the 3rd time, writhing against him when the feeling of his overheated seed had been much more of a turn on that you ever would have imagined. Your broken songs of sensuality were stifled by Shadow’s lips on yours in a kiss that completely contrasted the brutality of his thrusts; when he finally pushed into you, it had been in one single stroke. Well beyond prepared, you took him smoothly and willingly, feeling depraved of this completion after too many empty highs.

Deep grunts that held edges of growls in them rose in his chest as he kissed you full of devotion. The love in the way he slipped his tongue against yours made you feel dazed with adoration—for both Shadow and the golden beauty of him—yet it was cracked by the territorial slam of his hips. Whispers in his mind tormented him with confessions of affection he wished to tell you, ones locked behind the intensity that inspired him to bite down on your lips.

Perhaps afterwards he would slow down, calm the raging feral desires for just long enough to show you the extent of the love he reciprocated for you. Once he burned through his instincts to take all that you would give, he will worship you—you who always looked at him as if he’d put all the stars in the sky.

S I L V E R

𝐬𝐟𝐰

For the first time in your life you wished the threat of a looming evil overlord would never end. Not when their reign called forth the three bright stars of past, present, and future. You’d seen it with your own eyes when the hedgehog heroes had transformed in a brilliant burst of light and shot off into the sky, but still you could not believe; the sight was too ethereal for your mind to process. And when they dazzled the sky with their powers, fighting off incarnates of wickedness, you found yourself unable to move away or seek shelter like all the others did.

Mesmerized, you watched in stock-still silence as they brought justice back down to the lands of Mobius—one star in particular made your heart race. The star that had exchanged hearts with you and embodied hope: Silver.

He was a blaze of power set alight by determination to protect the colors of this world; his presence seared an adoration for him into your bones and there was nothing you wanted more than to follow him for the rest of your life, even if you would forever be bound to land while he soared above the clouds.

Yet, when all was said and done, he came back for you like you were the only one he’d ever look for. Pale, golden light made him stand out against the world and eyes colored unlike the ones you knew made you reach out for him in amazement. When you caressed his face in wonder, you could feel a faint buzz of something spectacular in the air around him.

“Silver…you’re amazing…”

Despite having the power of which he could level mountains with, he grew bashful at your praise. Taking your hand in his he gently tugged your chest against his, “Thank you, but I’m just me. I only played my part in keeping you and this timeline safe.”

“No way,” you protested, “you are so amazing! This…I can’t even express how I feel about it. All I know is that I really love you.”

When you pulled him in for a kiss, his confidence surged.

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰

Feeling as if the world could fit in the palm of his hand, Silver took you away with him to the nearest isolation point he could find without even a thought of considering your permission. Overabundant energy had made his blood run a few degrees warmer and his mind repeat the one idea he would love until the universe split in two; in combination, a dangerous desire was the outcome. He didn’t know why he was grinning so brightly into the kiss when all he felt was overwhelming desperation that dragged him down into the clutches of feral expectation, but he couldn’t drop it. Messy lips chased yours as if they were the air itself, only breaking away for his confessions of love that reflected the sentiment in ruby red eyes.

In the deserted island lost out amidst the sea you hadn’t worried when your body was exposed to the elements, pressed bare into the sand with your hips in the air and your chest to the ground. Faintly glowing hands pulled you back by the shoulders, fingers bruising the skin there from unused strength and aroused tension, so that you were pressed as far back into golden hips as you could go. With nothing but the grains of rocks around to witness the loud, slicked sounds, Silver didn’t hold back; desperate thrusts jostled your body and pushed out any air from your lungs which left you to pant against your hands that pillowed your face from the sand.

In half a dozen orgasms, you had been left splayed out in raw pleasure completely dumb under the aphrodisiac of desire emitted by the transformed hedgehog. You’d long been put past the point of sensitivity when the unrelenting glide of Silver’s length bullied your walls for space in his search for release. But the power of the seven chaos emeralds didn’t discriminate in their enhancement of abilities; capabilities beyond those needed in battle were also given ultimate power, and unlimited energy brought about its own set of problems. For Silver, he may have illuminated more under the intensity of his arousal, but it meant nothing to his pursuit of satisfying the need the fueled him.

He already had you dripping with your own liquid fervor and trembling to keep your thighs spread, but he’d only just begun his own ascent to sexual gratification. The thought of offering you peace while he used your hand to please himself, or your mouth even, didn’t cross his mind when all he could focus on was how good it would feel to spill inside you. A fantasized sensation of it had him shivering and slamming into you with a groan; you weakly squealed at the pressure, the force of it sending you spiraling down into yet another blinding orgasm. You didn’t even realize you were crying from the drowning pleasure until Silver was leaning over you and licking up the tears staining your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he told you breathlessly, “It’s been so long for you, I know. Please don’t cry.”

Heavy push and pulls of his cock ignored the way your hole spasmed against it, persistent in finding satisfaction.

“I love you—so much. I’m sorry, I’m almost there. Please hold on for just a little more, I’m so close.”

He wasn’t, the both of you knew. There was no stopping a god that sought sacrifice, and the ache for release that plagued him was all the incentive he needed to ruin your sensibility.

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The view from the window was bathed in white moonlight. A soft introspection made your mind wander over the depths of your thoughts, distracting you from the passing time without any realization of it. Stars stretched out across the sky twinkled brightly in stories untold and you, lost in trying to understand them, had been blinded to presence of the one who made you so solemn. It wasn’t until armored arms gently embraced your waist from behind that you stirred from your concentration.

“Are you still upset with me?” Sonic’s voice spoke quietly, his tone deeper than usual with his regret.

You shook your head, never letting your eyes stray from the constellations above, “I’m not upset with you, only the situation.”

It was true, there was no anger in your heart for him taking care of his responsibilities, just sadness that they would be leading him away. He’d only just returned to you anew with victory over the defeat of some threat, but dark magic remnants continued to plague the land after Merlina’s acquiesce and Camelot could not revel in peace for longer than a week. Even the knights of the round table had been spread thin across the nation protecting and defending civilian lives from the danger that dwindled too slowly.

“Then, you won’t hate me if I ask you to spend the night with me instead of staring out the window?”

Turning your head to catch the sight of him fully prepared to set out at any moment, you gave a halfhearted smile, “Of course not. Only death could stop me from loving you, yet even after I’d still offer my soul.”

“Funny,” he said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder through the open visor of his helm, “I could say the same thing.”

Without moving you, he trailed his kiss upwards, dampening the expanse of your neck with his lips. You tilted your head to the side to open yourself more to him, letting your eyes fall shut under the soft affection while your hands held the edges of his metal gloves. In such heavy armor it should have been impossible for him to move so delicately against you; he held you in a firm grip but handled you like glass and kissed you as if you were the undisturbed surface of water. It made your heart warm with love, breaking the chill of sadness that crept into your bones the moment he told you he’d be gone by midnight.

By now you were sure than no more than two hours remained until that time, but you chose to focus on the way he nipped at the bend of your jaw instead.

“I hate to see you so down,” he said as he teased a hand up towards your chest while the other rest just above your pelvis, “it makes it hard to leave. Hard to focus on the duties tossed onto me by a sword when all I want is to see you smiling—as bright as those stars out there. My own starshine.”

Your breath hitched when he gripped your breast, kneading it intently until you squirmed against him. “It’s only selfishness that upsets me. You’re the new king of Camelot but you’re my king too. I want to have you just as much as all the others do.”

“I’m not a king of anything, only someone who wants to keep the good things safe. Including you. Especially you."

The hand resting near the center of your hips slowly moved down until clad fingers prodded between your legs with a ghost of pressure. The sensual implication had your head leaning to rest against his shoulder, a movement he took advantage of when he grazed his teeth around the column of your neck. He kept his lust tranquil as the heat between your two hearts grew, intending to keep salacious motives for the near future--his own version of a silent promise to come back to you soon. For now he would only soothe your downcast spirit with sweet touches and deep kisses.

No more words were spoken as he worked you up through the fabrics of your clothes, intensifying his touch so that you could feel the motive behind it. Soon enough, his gloved hands that circled the peak of your slit and pinching your breast had you breathing heavily; your own hands reaching behind you to hold the golden plates jutting from his hips. The layers between skin had stifled the friction of his touch, but you'd been affected all the same by the notion of it.

"Sonic," you sighed quietly.

"I'm still here," he murmured back before sucking a small mark into your skin as proof, "Still all yours."

You wanted to rid yourself of the clothes that stood in the way of his cool steel touch, wanted to turn around and fit your lips to his properly, but to do so meant to interrupt the simmering pleasure that warmed your blood; it was a cost too great. Sonic's hold on you didn't make it easier when he prevented you from moving, keeping you still so that all you could do was writhe against his hands. In the end, none of it mattered when you still tensed, soaking the cloth of your panties with the peak of your arousal. You came against his fingers with a held back cry, fearing for the delicacy of the night that you didn't want to shatter.

Sonic hadn't enjoyed the way you silenced yourself, biting your skin a little more roughly than he had been, but he didn't say anything. He only retracted his arms until he could pull you up into then and carried you to the bed. While you caught your breath, he laid you down gently and got to work on removing your clothes. The moment to be confused about his timing was missed by you when you shivered as the temperature of the room met your flushed skin.

Bending down on one knee had allowed him to lean forward to bury his face between your thighs. Normally he liked to feel them tremble against him as he brought you to ecstasy, but tonight he yearned to commit all of you to memory—a full sight of you was what he wished to see so he held your legs apart with his elbows. In a regretful race against time, he was quick to lick a bold stripe up your folds; you flinched in sensitivity with a loud gasp and shot your hands down to slip your fingers between the gaps of his visor atop his head.

Without delay he lapped at you, chasing every drop of your previous orgasm with his tongue and searching for more. Sparks of strained pleasure lit up wherever his lips mouthed at, making you cry out and pull his face closer despite the way your hips attempted to shy away from the overuse of your nerves. Sonic let you move against him, not trying to stop your bucking hips but following the wave of them instead. It was an increasingly messy passion, more than what the two of you had started with, but the hedgehog couldn't care any less about the way you stained the polish of his armor or soaked the fur of his muzzle.

His dedication was rewarded in less time than he usually enjoyed but he appreciated it nonetheless when you were fighting against the way he kept your legs spread as you came for the second time. The intensity of it doubled from the first and he continued to lick up the essence of your arousal until your tremors had subsided. It was only then that he stood back up to kiss you lovingly, making you taste your release on his lips. You thought he was done when he gently slid his hands to your waist and caressed the skin there, but after a few moments he was moving to pull of the armor protecting the lower portion of his body. A relieved sigh had fell from his lips when the stiff length trapped behind the metal finally had its freedom.

"Can you give me one more?" Sonic asked as he leaned back up to pepper your face with kisses, "One more and then you can sleep, starshine. We still have some time before I leave..."

He dragged you down until you were slightly over the edge of the mattress and stepped closer to you until his dick rest against your pulsing slit. A slow start had him sliding in between your glistening folds, making you whimper. But he lifted his hands to intertwine his fingers with your placatingly, "I want to make the most of it."

Of course you nodded in spite of the tiredness that began to settle on your body, and it made him kiss you once more. An unwillingness to part was exposed by his impatience; aligning the tip of his arousal to your entrance, he pushed inside faster than you could cope with and it made you squeeze your hands around his with a mewl.

His entrance had been the quickest part, every thrust that followed after was slowed in a longing to preserve the moment. The kiss you shared was unrelenting with mouths pressed together until the need to breathe tore you apart, but only momentarily. Sonic had been true in his confession and felt enough desperation to not let any moment with you slip through his grasp.

So, in a display of devotion, he rocked gently against you, filling your walls and swallowing your moans before pulling out and shushing your cries. He gave his own sounds more quietly, not wanting to drown yours out from his ears. Just like this he showed you his love until it spilled out into your depths, stilling only to keep the space occupied while you matched the high of his release.

In the hour that followed you’d fallen asleep, worn out by your enthusiasm. When he cleaned you up and slipped you under the sheets of your bed, he pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head and his promise to be back soon before he left. By morning you kept your eyes shut knowing the halls were empty once more.

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SONIC 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞

↝There is no one who lives more freely than him, it’s as if his destiny is to live life to the fullest and make as many friends as he can along the way. He was charming and adventurous in the way he made your heart race, so how could you have ever known he’d be the biggest hypocrite to the testimony of happiness he constantly spewed?

↝When he said everyone should appreciate every day like it’s the last one of their youth, he didn’t mean you who meant too much for him to lose. So why did he often find you in situations of risk, where one wrong move could mean the end of the line for you? Like when you got upset that he kept you bound to the beach’s shore when you knew he can’t swim—he can’t save you in the depth of the ocean, why didn’t you you understand that he’s behaving this way for you? To keep you safe?

↝The constant disagreements never put him off his pursuit of you though, and eventually he convinces you that perhaps maybe he is right: you can’t do that or this, even if you had the skill to, you don’t trust yourself enough to do it alone anymore. This reliance on him was something that made his head spin with a thrill, instantly stirring his arousal to life whenever you asked him for help

↝He just can’t help it, you need him so badly, and he’s such a good lover that he’ll gladly take care of you every single time no matter what it is you need. Something as simple as reaching for a jar too high for you very quickly turns into him fucking you against the floor for over an hour if you let him. He will never point out that every shelf is just a little too high, every jar a little too tight, or every chore is a little too daunting, because if he does you might realize he made them that way on purpose.

↝Everything about you turns him on and he doesn’t believe that will ever change. Thinking of you while he’s out in public is a very dangerous game for him because his thoughts so easily wander. One second he’s trying to remember what you had so cutely asked him to get from the store, and the next he’s thinking about your flushed face when he dropped down to his knees and ate one or two orgasms out of you because of it.

↝It’s so hard—bordering impossible—for his dick not to twitch with interest at his thoughts; he knows it’s not exactly social etiquette to stroll around with a raging erection so he hides away to fist his hand up and down himself with a lewd memory of you tarnishing your perfect image. It’s far less satisfying than when you do it for him, but it gets the job done when he’s wetting the dirt with his cum and a moan of your name.

↝And he loves you so, so much even when he’s bringing punishment down on you for doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing, like talking to another person while he wasn’t around. Angrily, he’ll slam his length into you while he pulls at your nipples and roughly rub his thumb into your clit, but the very second he sees you teetering on the edge of release, he’s pulling out and using his hands on himself to continue the pleasure flooding his veins. With you in his sights, it’s so easy for him to spill onto your body with a heady groan; just because he won’t let you cum doesn’t mean he can’t either—no, he’s going to decorate you with his seed and you’ll have to watch as he does! And when he shoves his still twitching length back inside your desperately fluttering hole, he’s going right back to where he was when he first stated: pussydrunk and determined to make you shed tears over it.

↝Maybe denying you like this will teach you the lesson you need to learn. Your begging affects him, obviously it does, but just because you can tempt him into dragging his cock against your walls doesn’t mean he’s dropping the “no release” torture. He’s hoping that this time you’ll reflect on your behavior, or the next time will be worse. If your confidence in your autonomy breaks a little, then that’s even better for him; he’s the only one who can take care of you the way you deserve to, anyway

SHADOW 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

⛧It was obvious that Shadow had a hard time taking orders from anyone, even if those orders were only suggestion. He liked to do his own thing under his authority to make his own decisions, and you knew as much. It hardly surprised you, then, when suddenly he was taking over your life. At first you thought the notion affectionate when he was telling you to wear a sweater or to not touch yourself until he allowed you to, but then you moved into a new house with him and his concerns changed.

⛧It was the power trip that he got off on, loving to see you beg for him no matter what it is you’re begging for; it reassures him to know that you want his approval, you want him to take you away and make all the decisions for you because the weight of responsibility is just too much for someone as angelic as you. And he wouldn’t want it any other way. In fact, he convinces himself that he knows you so well, he doesn’t even ask for your input when he’s calling all the shots like picking out groceries for your dinners, or throwing away some of your clothes because you don’t need them. You won’t go anywhere anyways and he likes the easy access of having you in nothing but lingerie or maybe a dress around the house.

⛧The domesticity of it makes him driven with lust—you’re a perfect little housewife for him so might as well make you a mother too, right? When you massage his shoulders after a frustrating day, or when you sweetly kiss him goodbye like he trained you to, it makes him so achingly hard that he has no other choice than to reward you by shoving his cock in your mouth. If you suck him off just right, he’ll remember it when he’s curling his fingers against your walls and might have mercy. Might. It’s harder to do when he gets so wrapped up in your cries that the greed for more overtakes his rationality.

⛧And his ears are sensitive, to touch and to sound. Even the smallest of your whimpers make him bite down harshly on you with something akin to over-passionate aggression. He can’t handle his love for you and it shows in the way he can’t stop fucking his release into you, making you feel as if your womb was expanding with his seed. All across your body, inside and out, you’re a canvas of his mark.

⛧He gets to say when you cum, and he gets to say when you don’t. He’ll bind your arms out of the way to keep you from breaking that rule, and the moment you cry and whine that it’s too much, he’s doubling down, pulling twice as many orgasms out of you until you shut your mouth and take it; on the contrary, begging him to touch you is like trying to convince a boulder to move.

⛧Eventually you come to associate him with pleasure and are no longer able to satisfy yourself with your hands or your toys, and he knows this. He wanted this. Because now, when he punishes you, he makes you give him a show; ‘touch yourself and keep your knees spread so I can see’ are his trademark command letting you know that that you’ve pushed his buttons too far. You’ll be crying crocodile tears as you whine that it’s just not good enough but he will not budge. not until you’re so worked up at failing to pull yourself over the edge that your arousal passes and now you’re just irritating your pussy with a heartless touch. Only then is when he swoops in, eyes carrying a fire in them as he unleashes every primal urge that he’d been holding back during your performance.

SILVER 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝

ʚ♡ɞ It was so easy to fall for him and all his sweet antics; he was only shy and curious at first, wanting to know more about the world and you. Who could have known that someone as lovable as him would watch you through your windows?

ʚ♡ɞ He felt ashamed at first, like anyone introduced to peeping would, but he couldn’t look away. Couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering down your curves as you undressed yourself in preparation for your shower—and god was he completely thrilled to discover the you had a small window in your bathroom meant for ventilation. It was just above everything else so you never had to worry about prying eyes…but Silver was different. He was cunning when he wanted to be and capable always, it only took a fraction of his focus to be able to lift himself off the ground and into the air to get a clear view of the water droplets running down your naked body.

ʚ♡ɞ And it was his favorite sight to see your hands work shampoo into your hair, and more when the lather of suds encouraged your fingers slip down, down, down your front until you felt the shape of your pussy. He loved and hated when you touched yourself because it made him hornier than his body could handle but it forced him to retreat to a private area where he could stroke his cock and imagine it was you that made him spray ropes of cum into the air.

ʚ♡ɞ He’d been so good at playing the role of an innocent soul that by the time you’d fallen into his clutches through name of a romantic relationship, you would never believe he could be capable of humping your pillow that carried the scent of your hair, or stealing your panties to jerk himself off with the fantasy that you were still in them.

ʚ♡ɞ The only times you would catch on to the true nature of his love for you were when he was jealous. It didn't happen often, but when it did and you didn’t immediately soothe him, he very quickly spiraled into a mania that you would leave and he’d have to go back to watching you from afar, unable to anything like fucking your thighs while you slept (not that you knew about that either).

ʚ♡ɞ He’d be so pathetic at first, acting like a kicked puppy when you rolled your eyes at his possessiveness. But if crying for your validation didn’t work, then he’s begging. The poor baby is clinging to you and working sloppy kisses along your neck as he pleads for you to tell him the truth, that you’ll love him and only him forever. He’ll take your hand and place it on his already throbbing arousal in a display of how much he loves you—don’t you feel the same?—and he doesn’t care, he’ll close your fingers around his size with his own hand and rock his hips into your palm desperately, jerking himself off with your hand while he whimpers and whines

ʚ♡ɞ His last face is the worst, expression frowning when you don’t give in like you’re supposed to. He tells himself some lie to explain your indifference—you probably liked seeing him take control like this! You wanted him to be rough and stern and show just who you belonged to! He’s heard others giggle over countless romance stories with a plot similar to this so you must think the same! Then…he’s only playing into your daydreams when he pins you down and takes care of you the way he knows only he could.

ʚ♡ɞ You don’t resist when he’s working you open with his hands, you don’t stop him when he’s spreading you apart with his cock, you only cling to him as he does it and he pats himself on the back for knowing you so well. As his reward he gets to spill inside you, over and over again, just to feel the way you shudder whenever another wave of his seed is pumped into you. He doesn’t consider the risks when he does it, only able to think about how much you’ll smell like him afterwards and everyone will know you’re his to love and his to breed.

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↝He discovered his breeding kink completely by accident; he didn’t mean to overdo his orgasms or the volume of which filled you past your carrying capacity, honestly! It was just so hard to get himself to pull out of you and near impossible to bite back the urges of his temptations enough to allow his lust a chance to subside.

↝And you looked so pretty like that, glowing in your exhaustion and flushed with his affection, and it burned him like the rays of sun making him want more. Need more. It’s not even a point of starting a family with you, it’s primal and entirely animalistic when he’s turned on by the sight of his cock sinking deep inside your pussy, mesmerizing him when the mix of arousals forms a white ring around his base—an effect of the liquids pushed out by his girth from between your walls.

↝He’s not shy to move you around either, turning you onto your back so he can pull your breast into his mouth, or flipping you onto your hands and knees so he can pin you down and try to reach your cervix; standing against the wall or bent over the edge of the couch, there is nowhere that he won’t take you and it’s better that way. Different positions and locations offer different levels of desperation or sentimentality.

↝It’s never planned when he’s breeding you—and it doesn’t happen every time you have sex—so the two of you are overwhelmingly under prepared for the physical exertion. Especially Sonic who burns through energy at a much faster rate than all others. But he doesn’t won’t let that stop him even though it completely ruins him.

↝He can hardly breathe when he’s forcing his hips down against yours, groaning at the effort of cumming again at a rate faster than he can recover from; his mind is numbed to any coherency at all when you’re driven into a matching madness beneath him with sobs of his name and cries of pleasure while your fingers bruise and scratch his body. He loves it too much to even consider ending the passion despite the nearing physical limits of his body. Simply thinking about walking way makes him desperately latch onto you in a full body hold where he hardly pulls out but buries himself until it hurts.

↝The satisfaction of turning you into a puddle of his release won’t begin to soothe the ache in his core until he’s spilled into you more times than you can count on one hand. By then he’ll press a hand down onto your pelvis, rough in force, so he can feel the movement of his dick sliding between your walls—even if it’s his imagination—and become obsessed with the idea of plugging his seed inside you. He doesn’t want it to run down your legs once he’s done, he wants you to keep it safe and warm for him until he has the chance to replace it with a fresh batch later on.

Sounds drenched in hedonism filled the room that was shrouded in darkness. The reverberations of them, accompanied by the softer noise of strained panting, had been the only sensation you could perceive in your melted brain. You long lost the ability to use your voice, having gone from moans to babbles to nothing at all as you struggled to exist with the overinflated pleasure that controlled your body; even Sonic who always had a word to say could muster nothing greater than a weary half-groan, as if he hadn’t been entirely over exerted by his very own will. Every muscle in his body protested at the hours of repetitive motions, begging him for a single minute of rest at the very least, but his behavior had long been puppeted by the animalistic nature of his urges. They left no room for him to care about anything else, or about anyone else who was not you—including himself. The yearning to have you was aggressive in his core, instructing him to shove his length back into you even as he came. It was a vicious, nonstop cycle of sex where, truly, only you could benefit from when his death felt imminent. But if he were to die at this very moment, then he would die knowing you might soon be carrying his offspring, and that fact turned him on painfully so.

It gripped his length and revitalized it, making him knock a sorrowful whimper from you when he dropped a hand down to your exhausted clit and tugged at it gently between his index finger and thumb. One more, was what the action conveyed, one more time so that he might feel the spasms of your slicked walls around his cock again, one more time to satisfy the craving of his addiction—though you had no idea if you could. His touch was both fire and ice against your skin, making you squirm in weak attempts to hide away from the budding sensation you adored.

And Sonic could feel the tiredness in your response, he could see it in the dreamy expression that lulled your eyes shut, so he wanted to let you rest, more than anything he did, but it felt too good. Even his heart was stuttering in his chest in a reminder for him to relax, to breathe, yet as he listened to the drenched slide of his thrusts and felt the way he was completely buried inside your twitching pussy, the ability to coax his arousal down slipped from his grasp.

So he continued to rock against you, huffing with the effort of ‘one more’ orgasm and falling right back to the beginning when he pulled you into yours.

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It was the evening of a girls' night out when you and Rouge walked through the door of your home. After a day of shopping, the warm weather had left you both feeling a bit sticky from the dampness that had been pulled over your body. Convincing Rouge to take a quick detour back home was made easier by her eagerness to freshen up before the two of you would head out to attend the dinner plans Amy had arranged.

Letting the bat go first, you settled down on the couch in your living room, sending a quick update text to the girls’ group chat that you and Rouge would be there soon. Just as the responses had turned into a conversation about what everyone was wearing, you heard the front door click open before it was shut with too much force. The moment Shadow had trudged into the room you shut your phone off in favor of him, immediately noticing the tension in his shoulders.

“Hmm,” you mused, keeping your voice low with intimacy as you watched the way he moved to sit beside you on the couch, “rough day?”

He grunted, pulling you over him until you straddled his hips and wrapping his arms around your waist while he buried his face into your neck. Grumpily, he sat in silence, only listening to your heartbeat in attempt to soothe the ache in his head that came about as a result of too much socialization. He felt all his senses had gone raw from so much time spent around the loudmouths of his ‘friendship’ circle that he didn’t even want to listen to his own voice. Instead, he only wanted to bask in your comforting presence and feel the soft warmth of the life that flowed within you.

“Rouge is here,” you kept your tone delicate, “we only stopped by to dress up for our date. Have you eaten yet?”

A murmured “no” was all that you received, the hedgehog preferring to lightly kiss the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“Do you want to eat?”

“I’m not hungry.”

Your hands stroked his quills, smoothing them down tenderly as you spoke, “You’ll have the house all to yourself tonight, if that makes you feel better.”

It didn’t, but he refused to admit it in a reluctance to be overly vulnerable. Instead he only continued to feel the expanse of your neck with his lips.

Eventually, fragile kisses hardened under the balm of your love on Shadow’s heart, goading his self-soothing into selfishness as he trailed his mouth across the underside of your jaw. Covered hands imprisoned you against him in a show of an unwillingness to part, especially when he had earned an appreciative sound from you. Suddenly, the hardships of his day seemed like another wisp in the wind when he focused on you; the satisfaction of having you pulled a deep purr from him chest, barely able to be heard in its beginning but was a promise of growing bliss.

You returned the affection, letting your lips fall to his forehead when he licked the tip of his tongue over your steady pulse. Feeling it, Shadow lifted his face to meet your mouth with his own; large hands massaged your waist with interest while a slip of a tongue deepened the kiss. You felt them more prominently—the vibrations of his contentment—and it made you smile against him, an action that riled him up knowing that you enjoyed yourself here with him.

For the first time since he got home, he acknowledged Rouge’s presence and it irked him that he couldn’t undress you. The clothes you wore got in the way of his admiration of you, barring him from any further exploration in a way that frustrated enough that he pulled off his gloves to be closer to feeling the radiance of you by the handful.

However, the moment he broke his kiss with you to bite off the fabric, you cupped his face, recognizing the intent behind his undressing, “We can’t go too far, Rouge is here.”

“She’s showering,” he reasoned, tossing the white material aside before doing the same to the other.

“She could be finished any minute.”

“We can make it fast.”

“Shadow,” you huffed small laughter, forcing him to look back up at you when he moved to kiss you again, “you know you’re never satisfied with something quick.”

He lifted his hands up to grab yours, pulling them down to the side so he could kiss you freely while he grumbled, “Then stay here with me tonight. Don’t go out.”

To convince you, he nipped at your cheek, knowing you enjoyed the feeling of his sharper canines grazing your skin and playing into it by repeating the motion down your jaw and neck, lower and lower until the hem of your shirt stopped him. Shifting both your wrists to be held behind your back by one of his hands, he reached up to tug at the neckline of the fabric, pulling it down as far as it could stretch while he chased the exposure of skin with his teeth.

You couldn’t deny the enticement of his yearning, very quickly letting yourself soak up the decadence of enamored hearts and becoming dazed with the feeling; it was enough to make you lean into him with a sigh.

All too soon, Rouge’s voice made you startle to attention, “I feel 10 pounds lighter! And I’m famished so tonight is going to be—oh. Shadow, I didn’t know you were here.”

The scene before her looked too pitiful: when you scrambled out of Shadow’s grip you had gone too far to not look guilty—it didn’t help that a frazzled blush had warmed your face—and Shadow…he looked as stoic as always, only worse, as if he had just been denied. From the way he sat on the couch, slumped with annoyance, she could tell she’d interrupted something which made her grin.

“Anyway, I’m done with the bathroom now so you can jump in. I hope you don’t mind if I do my makeup in your room,” Rouge said, holding up her box of necessities before sauntering off to take a seat at your vanity.

You nodded while she walked away, only turning back to Shadow with an apologetic smile when she disappeared. Standing up, you made your way back over to him and gave him one last kiss between his ears, “Sorry, my love. Next time, I promise.”

Then you were off, gathering your things and shutting yourself away in the bathroom to shower. Shadow remained on the couch stuck in his internal complaints and the simmering heat just beneath his skin that made him restless. He slowly flexed his hands, reliving the way he held you in them, and frowned. Unwilling to let his mood get sour, he made the decision to follow you.

And just when you had closed your eyes to let the water droplets wash away the flush on your face, a sudden touch on the small of your back had you yelping with fright. Your eyes shot open as you turned to face the invading feeling only to choke on your words when you realize it was your hedgehog.

“Shadow!” you exhaled with a hand over your racing heart, “I didn’t even notice you come in—you scared me!”

You could see the hint of an amused smile breaking through the furrow of his brows and you pouted, “Shadow…”

“I’m sorry,” he told you, slinking his arms over your naked hips to beckon you close, “I’ll shout a warning the next time I sneak in.”

“Very funny, I think I’ll just start locking the door from now on—you lost open door privileges.”

Despite the words you spoke you reached up to hug him around his neck, just as keen as he was to resume what you had left before. Shadow wasted no time in pushing his lips back towards yours in a kiss that held a candle to the shade of his need. Underneath the head of the shower, water poured over the two of you, drowning the sounds elicited from over-passionate indulgence.

Just as he had done before, he began to leave a trail of suckles down to your shoulder while bare hands dug visible indents into your muscle from the way small claws held you possessively. With nothing between the two of you, Shadow was not hindered in his downward descent. Pleased sighs fell from you when his mouth reached the peak of your breast and the end of his tongue teased the bud there into hardening; the motion, repeated on the other side, had lured you into a smoldering flame of lust making you tug him impossibly closer onto you.

Once he was satisfied by the effect of his mouth across your chest, he was walking you backwards until you could find contact with the wall. Then he was lowering himself down to his knees, leaving heavy kisses as he found his way lower. Pinning you in place with an elbow across your pelvis, he guided you into standing on one leg while he raised the other over his shoulder.

You looked down at the hedgehog, admiring the way water droplets caught on his fur and the way his eyes focused on the sight before him, but called out weakly, “Shadow, Rouge will hear us.”

“Then try to stay quiet,” was what he responded with in a barely audible murmur. Using his free hand, he swiped his thumb along the length of your slit and felt his jaw ache at the way it slipped between your folds. Intent made him fully concentrate on the way he leaned forward to find a taste of you on his tongue.

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Rouge called your name through the door, “Do you have a lipstick I can use?”

Shadow growled when you pushed his head back in a panic, voice wavering as you yelled back, “uhm, I should! Check my makeup bag!”

The sound of the door knob rattling made your heart drop instantly—did Shadow lock the door?!

However, your question was quickly answered when Rouge protested that she couldn’t get in. You struggled to think as Shadow tried to worm past your blocking hands, ghosting his muzzle against you just enough to make you flustered.

Overwhelmed, you resulted to tugging on his ears in hopes that it would weaken him enough to allow you a moment to focus as you responded to Rouge, “I’ll be out in a second!”

Relief flooded you when you heard footsteps leading her away; an apology for your tugging got stuck between your teeth when you looked down at him—still tilted back in your hold—and saw a dark flush coloring the bridge of his face. His breathing had deepened, making him pant against you from the way you still held his ears. Quickly you released him, not wanting to excite him any more when you turned the shower off, “I’m sorry, Shadow, we won’t have any time tonight.”

Displeasure painted his expression into a sharp contrast as he stood up to follow you out the shower. “If you don’t want to, then tell me and I will stop,” he hovered behind you, pulling your bare body against his front, “but I’ve already had a bad day up until now, I’m only asking that you don’t make it worse by leaving me wanting more.”

You watched through the fogged mirror as the hedgehog spoke his words just beneath your ear, swooning at the deep timbre of it. He hadn’t given you the chance to cover your dripping body with a towel—purposeful as he still had complete access to the curves he greatly loved. Red striped hands smoothly groped you, following the trail of droplets that adorned your surface. You bit your lip to silence the sounds that threatened to escape as he snaked his reach down to your center, spreading you open with a stretch of his fingers and letting your arousal collect on them. Ravenous, he brought his glistening hand to his mouth, darting out his tongue to properly enjoy the taste.

“Don’t go—“

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Curling his lips in frustration, Shadow pulled a towel over you before forcing the door open just enough to glare at the bat. “What do you want?” he asked, biting every question out of annoyance.

As if she expected this, Rouge only smirked and held out her hand, “lipstick. I’m gonna be late.”

You move to hand him your makeup bag and he snatched it from you, burrowing his hand inside and pulling out whatever his hand landed on first. Without a word he dropped it into her open palm before slamming the door once more with a finalized lock.

“Wha—hey! This is mascara! Shadow!”

“Find a way to use it—go away!”

All other protests fell on dead ears when he turned you around and pushed you sit on the counter. Harried hands lead your thighs apart as if the universe itself would try to stop him when he sunk down on you, burying his face in between your legs like he’d fantasized of doing since his return home.

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୨୧ Service top! And the best one to exist! She lives to please, especially you who is her romantic partner, and finds her own pleasure in satisfying you. The more open you are with your reactions, the happier she is

୨୧ But of course she wouldn’t mind if you were more quiet. Less vocalizations means handsier touches and she’s completely fine with that—loves it even! She’s pretty sensitive to touch so just you kneading her breasts will make her flush with arousal

୨୧ While she tends to treat sex as a more romantic endeavor, she can get pretty freaky with it once she’s comfortable. A double sided dildo is what she uses for the days the two of you are filled with more craving and she’ll let you pick the position so long as she can be the one controlling the movements. But no matter how you end up, she’ll always start by sitting behind you and making you lean back against her front while her legs keep your knees apart and her hands work you up to your first orgasm

୨୧ Because she’s so focused on making you feel good, she sometimes forgets about her own desire until the end when she’s barely getting started but you’re already panting from the effort of release. If you’re up to it then she enjoys you using your hands or mouth on her just as much as she likes to press her hips into yours, especially when you bite or pinch her more sensitive nerves lightly. There’s a thrill in the way the small sting enhances the pleasure

୨୧ Her drive is pretty low compared to others but usually a show of your deep affection can rouse her sentiments; date nights tend to consistently end with breathless kisses and scissoring hips while mouths mark each other up because of it. The more romantic the moment, the longer the two of you will spend together—rip you during your engagement night, and double rip to you on your wedding night! You might not be able to walk the next day because you’re so exhausted and sore from the strenuous passion

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ꕥ The biggest switch you’ll ever see, she goes from pillow princess to teasing top and you can never guess which it’ll be because she’ll be coquettishly goading you every time both with words and with touches. She wants to make you take charge but also to make you beg for her and it’s a coins flip when she’s deciding what she wants

ꕥ No matter what roles you two take, though, you’ll be using your mouth on her at least once. It’s her absolute favorite way to cum, especially when you don’t use your hands; you’ll have to want it bad enough to work even harder for it, she’s not easily satisfied, you know? A girl as luxurious as her deserves a partner that loves to pleasure her as much as she loves to be pleasured!

ꕥ When she’s on top you’re going to be bound, whether it’s your hands tied together or a blindfold over your eyes, or both! She knows first hand how easily perception is altered, so she loves to deprive you of one sense to heighten another, especially hearing. In fact, she’ll restrict your sight just so you can imagine her while she’s pushing a finger inside herself; she’s got her hips hovered over yours to create all sorts of phantom images too, giving you an immersive experience when she’s moaning your name

ꕥ She’s a big fan of toys too and has a collection of her favorites. When she’s leading the night, she’ll coo at you when you begin to whimper at the shock of the vibrator against you and try to escape it, tired from the way it already forced two or three orgasms out of you already. At first her words are flirty and enticing, perfect in the way they make you shudder with arousal, but once you begin to teeter the edge of overstimulation she takes on a more praising tone, asking you to cum instead of commanding you to

ꕥ Now, when she’s on the bottom it’s a different story entirely. She hates when you tease her and can’t handle being edged; she’s got an instant gratification addiction meaning she’ll cant her hips up in chase of your touch whenever you leave her hanging, whining as you leave her soaking in her neediness. Of course she loves the way you handle her and the way you playfully deny her what she wants most, even if, in the moment, she’s complaining that you’re dragging things out

ꕥ Aftercare with her is so amazing, the two of you tend to shower together afterwards so the gentleness after a heavy session begins there, with the two of you washing one another

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Once soft moans began to slip in between heavy kisses and trailing hands, Silver tried to undress you. It’s what always happened when things got too heated for clothes to be worn comfortably, and while it wasn’t something that you hated, you had other—newer—ideas for tonight. So when you pulled his hands away from the hem of your shirt, he gave you a look that was a mix of confused desire.

“I want to try something,” you murmured, kissing along his jaw before meeting his lips, “will you let me?”

Of course he would, he trusted you completely and it showed in the way he let you climb off his lap and drop onto the floor between his knees. When you rested your arms over his thighs and grabbed his hardening length, he hardly minded—already used to the motion when you often did it to guide him into sinking deep within you—but the shock came when you pressed wet kisses to his base. He flinched, caught off guard, and you stopped to ask him if he was uncomfortable.

He shook his head quickly, eyes glimmering over a deep blush that settle beneath them, “I’m fine! Just didn’t expect that. You can keep going, I’ll be better.”

So you did, hiding your amused smile behind the kisses you placed along his shaft. It was a feeling that he’d never experienced before and, to be honest, he wasn’t sure how to feel about it—it was a nice touch, certainly, but it just…wasn’t enough. Your licking kisses felt like a whisper in a concert of need; they only fueled the fire growing inside him and he was sure he’d spill onto your face right then and there from it alone, yet, simultaneously, it wouldn’t be enough to make him cum.

But he trusted you, he reminded himself again, so he knew you wouldn’t do anything that might make him ache painfully with a full capacity of unreleased arousal. The reassurance made him focus on you, on the way your eyes were half lidded as you adored his cock with your lips that were slightly puffy from the heavy make out before, and the way your tongue tried to lure out beads of his anticipation from his slit. Without realizing it, he held his breath until he went dizzy; a shuddering exhale is what you heard before he was doing the same thing again—baiting his breathing into uneven pants and making himself so incredibly dazed by the scene of you working him into a full standing with your mouth alone.

And when you maintained eye contact with him as you slowly swallowed him, he felt his veins pulsing with lust for you. The warm, wet heat of your mouth made him clench his hands into fists to restrain himself from pushing your head further down on him, instinctively needing to bury himself entirely in the addictive sensation. It only got worse when you began to bob your head.

You kept a decent pace as you slobbered all over him, sucking him in as much as you could and focusing on your breathing to keep yourself steady. Sounds that he’d never heard before sent him into a spiral of desire and he threw his head back against the edge of the couch with a choked groan as his back tensed with the urge to buck his hips, but his heart refused to hurt you. He didn’t want to risk choking you by forcing himself deeper into you, especially when he could already feel the head of his cock slipping into your throat. But…it felt so good. Too good to be real. And the way you moaned around his length made him stutter in his perseverance, tempting him into a blinding euphoria.

He wanted to watch the way you swirled your tongue around him, he really did, but every glance he gave you only made him hornier than his sanity could bear; control dripped from his grasp like water and he couldn’t find it in him to stop himself from reaching out and holding your head. Half-leading, half-following movements influenced the way you sucked him off, encouraging you when loud moans bubbled up in his chest through breathless praises.

You could feel the tension building up in his hips, the way the began to grind upwards whenever he unknowingly shoved your head downwards was the clearest sign of his overflowing arousal, so you doubled your efforts. His size kept your jaw open in a wide stretch but you didn’t care when you could already taste the saltiness of his precum dripping down over your tongue. Expectation made you look up at him and watch the way he unraveled under the presence of his impending orgasm; his eyes were screwed shut and his head was angled back with the weight of pleasure, full body shivers made him eagerly rut into your mouth until he was shooting ropes of white into your throat with a raspy groan.

Like it was a reward, you swallowed every drop of his release enthusiastically, humming with contentment as you did. Silver hissed at the vibration, loving and hating the stimulation on his spilling cock. When his high passed, he fell back against the couch in a heap, relaxing the erratic rise and fall of his chest for a few moments before he was springing back up just as you pulled your lips off him.

“Are you okay? Did I get too intense?” he asked, fussing over you as he lifted your chin up to face him. You shook your head, swiping your thumb across your lips to gather the mix of semen and saliva there before licking it clean.

Dilated pupils watched the action intently, weakly stirring him when you gave him a coy smile.

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The call was never meant to unfold this way—what was intended to be a simple check-in had become heavy with unspoken yearning, bending beneath the weight of desire and shattering completely in indulgence. Maybe it helped to stifle the dull ache in your chest that was evidence of the way you missed Sonic, or maybe it only worsened it when all you could think about was how badly you wished it was him touching you now instead of yourself.

“Talk to me, babe,” his voice called through the phone’s small speaker. A swelling arousal had made him breathe irregularly and you heard the way he tried to remain composed in his words, “Tell me what you’re thinking of. I wanna hear all about that imagination of yours.”

“What I’m imagining? Hmm…remember the time the power went out while it was raining and we had to hide in the bathroom to keep warm?” you suddenly asked him.

He gave a short laugh, “yeah. We filled the bathtub up with hot water to heat the place up.”

You nodded your head out of habit, forgetting he couldn’t see the motion. Fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, you continued the memory, “the steam made us warm, and I remember how pretty you looked: flushed and lazy because it was so late at night, even your voice was sleepy. But the way you watched me—like you were in a daydream.”

“I was,” shuffling muffled his voice slightly before it cleared, “at 3 in the morning, in the middle of winter, seeing you misted like that—wearing that shirt I told you wouldn’t help you stay warm—and blushing all over. I was hardly paying attention to anything else.”

“Mhmm. I could say the same. And you made it so much harder when you kissed me. You’ve always been so easy to influence, haven’t you?”

“It’s hard to resist you.”

“You always show it; despite how fast it happens, every second feels like a minute with you. The way your hands feel against me, pushing and pulling like you don’t know what you want more. That night…it was nice, wasn’t it? I think about it all the time, how we ended up taking care of the cold ourselves,” as you spoke you let your hands trail across your stomach that way he often did, reminiscing the path his touch took that night you two ended up dirtying the bathroom floor.

The memory of soft gasps and panting exhales had filled your mind, making you remember how it felt to control the movements of your pleasure when he pulled you in his. Images of eyes half-lidded with a sleepy lust flashed in your mind; the way Sonic had loosely held your hips as you rode him, letting his head rest against the tiles when you supported yourself on his chest, inadvertently pushing him down over the floor. A phantom touch of the way he filled you made you bite your lip.

“It was nice. Remember how long it took for us to realize we’d already came? We were so lost in the feeling that our own experiences were abandoned. How many rounds did we go? I only remember feeling really good and then really exhausted.”

“Who knows. We switched positions so many times I lost track.”

A low groan sounded in your ear, “the one with the mirror. That was my favorite.”

You heard a shuddering exhale leave him as he remembered the scene, picturing the way he reached down to encourage the stirring between his thighs as he relived the moment.

“It was so addicting, our reflection—watching us fall apart, together. I’ve never seen a sight prettier than you taking me so well. Let me hear it, say my name. The way you did that night. Just once.”

The smile on your lips shined through your voice when you chuckled, “I don’t know, I’m not sure I’m feeling the way I was back then.

“Why not? You want me to talk you up to it? Maybe tell you all about how your trip down memory lane was all I needed to become a mess of need? Or how about I tell you that all it took to turn me on was the sound of your voice, that, since the moment you picked up the phone, I’ve been struggling not to get myself off.”

Arousal pooled in your core, making you rub your legs together subtly as you listened to him. Quietly, you asked him, “are you still holding back?”

“Ha, barely. That memory with the mirror really did a number. I wish you saw how much it’s affecting me, it almost hurts.”

“You could always show me again when you get back,” you promised, “but there’s something about not being able to see that’s making it better. I like hearing you get so needy.”

“Is that how it is? Alright, I’ll bite and reveal my secrets: I’m thinking about how you feel in my hands. You know I can never take my time with you, always wanting more from the start, so it’s always fast and messy, isn’t it? It’s the hardest thing in the world for me to be patient when you’re involved.”

Like so many times before, you could see a ghost of him pushing at your thighs to make space for himself in between; you let them fall open with a whispered agreement while your crawling fingers pressed the tips of themselves into the growing wet patch of your underwear. Unlike him though, you stopped there in a tease, keen to listen to what he had to say.

“I just love to feel you all over, and it’s always the best part when you wait for me. Like you know what to expect when I’m touching your waist—or maybe it’s what you want when you spread your legs for me? I bet you’ve already felt yourself down imagining it, haven’t you?”

You flushed at the embarrassment of being exposed, floundering for a response before Sonic beat you to it.

“That’s good, ‘cause so did I. It’s like clockwork when we get together: one minute we’re happy to be there, the next I can’t get my tongue off you,” a heavy inhale made him pause, “I wish I was there now to prove what I mean. I’ve memorized the taste of you, but I’ll never say no to a reminder. It’s especially sweeter when you’re sucking me off at the same time. Hah—I’m imagining it too well.”

So were you, and when he gave a soft hiss you returned it with a sigh. “When you get back,” you told him, slipping past the cover of your panties to dip into your fantasizing, “that’s what I’ll do first. There’s too much space in my mouth, it feels so empty without you filling it. Going down on you is a lot of fun but you always end up taking over, can’t help yourself. I love it though, I love to bear it just so I can see your face as you chase the feeling…that’s what I want to you imagine tonight. Touch yourself the way my lips would and tell me all about it, okay?”

“Finally found your confidence?” an airy laugh, tightened by a low groan, resonated in your ear, “I like it, the challenge. It’s hot—real sexy—seeing you try to take control. But I’ve given in once already, so it’s your turn. Walk me through the way you touch yourself, and I might do the same.”

Relenting out of need, you narrated the glide of your hand across your slit and the way you rubbed circles just enough to bring you into a tension before stopping. It was an exact copy of his behavior and you constantly reminded him, whining his name as you played with your pleasure like he was the one doing it. The more you worked yourself towards the peak of your arousal, the more directing words Sonic gave you: “lick your fingers, taste how ready you are for me” and “faster, just like that, exactly how I’d do it…I can hear how wet you are…”

You weren’t sure if he was matching the rhythm of your hands, syncing his strokes to yours and biting back the moans that slipped through his staggering breaths, or if you were too far into your own head that your imagination seemed like reality. Whatever scene was true, the sounds of his own pleasure spurred you on. Believing it to be him, you left your phone abandoned by your ear to knead your chest and curl your fingertips into the spongey spot within your walls.

When your cries became pitched in volume, Sonic abruptly stopped you with a heave. “Wait,” he panted, “not yet, just a little more and I’m there with you.”

And when you whimpered at the loss of stimulation, he was quick to settle you down, “I know, starlight, just a bit longer. Stay with me—go slow for now, just enough to keep yourself on the edge.”

This time it wasn’t your imagination when you heard him with his hand around his length. There was an audible slicked sound that came from the way he eased the squeeze of his hand with the arousal that drooled from his tip. You could see the memory of what he looked like right now: ears fallen and mouth open as he struggled to steady the flow of air into his lungs, a flush across the bridge of his face as his eyes, dazed and drooping, watched his hand take a fast pace, one that he so casually used on you every time.

Your hips shifted in search for a deeper friction the longer you listened to him, pleading him for permission to continue.

“I’m so close,” he told you, voice heavy with a feeling that made his spine tense, “go ahead, babe. Let me hear you, be louder for me. Please…”

His request was all you needed, motivated by the subtle beg laced in his tone; too soon you were washing yourself in the pleasure you sought, feeling as if you were shouting when you moaned only for his satisfaction. Sonic stroked himself faster, hips bucking as he pictured your body writhing over him, escaping and chasing the overflowing euphoria of orgasm. Wildly, he forced himself to finish in time with you, straining his senses as he came sooner than he was prepared for.

Deep breaths filled the line as the both of you lay on opposite sides trying to gain the ability to think once more.

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↝Brat meets tease and it goes exactly the way you think it does

↝He likes a challenge, loves it, and he’s got a natural reservoir of smart mouth comments to make whenever he’s trying to overcome one. So when you put up a fight, it sends a thrill from head to toe that makes his tail wag.

↝He sees it as a race—who will break first—and he never loses a race. You can bet on that. So he’s matching your energy by pushing-and-pulling your pleasure. One moment he’s curling his fingers into you so deliciously good, but the next he’s laying his head on your stomach asking you meaningless questions while you complain about the edging: “Okay, but you told me you couldn’t care less so I just wanted to take a moment and see if you really meant that because I care about your well-being. I’m being so nice aren’t I? Unlike someone here who doesn’t know how to say thank you.”

↝On the other hand, he’s going to reduce your bratty words into nothing but babble by using his speed against you. It’s a very “oops you came already? Well I didn’t so keep going” situation where he’s eating you out or shoving himself between your walls too fast for your body to withstand. You didn’t behave when he asked politely so, sorry, he’s not going to stop when you beg

↝All throughout out it though, he’s going to make you talk to him. If you ever don’t answer his questions he’s pulling in out of you through more denial or another organs, depending on how he’s feeling that night

S H A D O W

⛧Two words: brat tamer. The best one too because his inability to properly express himself through words + his shorter temperament = high frustration and retaliation

⛧He always comes from a place of love, of course, but sooner or later he’s gripping your mouth and pushing his thumb past your lips to “give them something better to do”. If you do a good job the he’s rewarding you by using the same spit-slicked finger to press harshly into the places you want him most; but if you still continue to act up, he’s going to teach you to mind your words by replacing his thumb with his dick

⛧Now, if your behavior is action driven [you intentionally move away from him or you continue to touch yourself even after he told you to stop] then he’s pushing you into a position that forces your submission and pulling your wrists above your head to truly make you vulnerable. You pushed him past his limits so now you’re going to suffer the consequences

⛧Your childish behavior doesn’t last long when he’s got a point to make. Not when there is no other touch on your body his length that fills you. He doesn’t care if you need the extra stimulation to cum, you lost the privilege to match his pleasure the moment you decided to misbehave. Now, he’s only working for his own arousal

⛧It’s better if you don’t find satisfaction, deep down he feels bad for leaving you so unfulfilled—it goes against everything he stands for as your partner—but he reminds himself that it’s worth it when your desperation grows when sex ends and you still haven’t came. The hours, maybe even days, you spend trailing him and begging him to make you feel better, promising him you’ll be good, are the end goal for him

S I L V E R

ʚ♡ɞ At first he may think you’re serious when you rejected his advances meant to rile him up, so he stopped, just like that, with an apology and a soft kiss to your temple. It’s safe to say he had to learn what your bratty behavior meant

ʚ♡ɞ But telling him is a bad decision, really, because now the moment you start to exasperate him he’s straight up relying on his psychokinesis to put you back in your place. Sometimes, he still worries and double checks to make sure you’re okay with it before he actually does anything, but once he’s gotten consent, you’re his to do with as he pleases

ʚ♡ɞ And he’s probably the easiest to get worked up , and the fastest, eager in the way he wants to cool the burn in his fur. Your misbehaving words always noticeably affect him—have you seen how he gets when something stands in his way of him and his goal?

ʚ♡ɞ He won’t correct your behavior so much as he’ll just shut you up entirely by physically restraining you and fucking you so good that your voice can’t form anything other than the syllables of his name. You still don’t know if it’s intentional or not when he’s denying your release by stilling his hips at the worst moments and pulling out so he can cum on your tongue as punishment for the way you spoke to him

ʚ♡ɞ “I’ll show you something better than those bad words,” he told you the moment his patience and amicability finally snapped, “you’re gonna taste how much you want this too, no matter how petulant you’re behaving.”

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୭ This situation will very much be an immovable object meets unstoppable force

୭ Knuckles is not known for his patience, in fact, he’s known for the exact opposite. And while he’s not one to be “alpha male” in a relationship—seeing himself equal to his partner—you cannot expect him to sit back and take the way you prod at his composure; and just like with everything else, he’s solving the problem with his hands

୭ If you want to be a brat then be one, but don’t expect him to go along with it. No, in fact, if you want to cum then you’ll have to do it yourself, he doesn’t care if you’re a pillow princess. You showed him he obviously wasn’t good enough for you to be satisfied with so, go ahead, ride him yourself—no he’s not going to lie or sit down to make it easier, figure it out because he’s not moving from where he stood

୭ You’ll see how fast your spoiled attitude crumbles when he doesn’t touch you, even faster if he refuses to let you touch him. Not until you’re apologizing for misbehaving, and maybe begging him to make you feel good, will he take action. It’s an immediate response of hard and fast; like a role reversal, suddenly you’re the one laying motionless as the onslaught of his hands, teeth, and dick work your body into pleasure once, twice, maybe thrice even

୭ However many times you cum is blamed on you, just like he didn’t move until he was ready, he’s not going to stop. You brought this upon yourself when he’s pressing your head down into the mattress and taking you from behind; he’s had enough of those fighting words so now he only wants to hear your wanton moans muffled by the bed sheets

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↝He doesn’t want you to take it off even as the desperation grows!

↝It’s so incredibly attractive to him seeing the way the lace and/or delicate silk straps stretch to their limit when he pushes you into position; and in addition to the way it compliments your skin tone? He’s so far gone, good luck getting him to stop. The problem is that the lingerie turns him on….but he doesn’t want you to take it off…it’s a cycle that continues until one of you taps out

↝You can’t wear it and not give him a show. Just one lap dance is all he’s asking for, or lay on the bed and tease yourself while he watches. It’s the implications that make him so hard; the way you tug at the hem of your bottoms but let it snap back before he can get a peak, or the way the sheer material gives him a foggy glimpse of what’s underneath

↝The first time you surprised him was on his birthday and you don’t think sex could ever be that good again. He was a crashing mess of pleading and demanding as he pushed you against the wall sideways, lifting your thigh between you two so he had all the space he needed to move against you; fascinated eyes watched as he pulled out and slipped his length underneath the cover of your panties, spilling onto your skin as letting it seep through the material

S H A D O W

⛧The thin, smooth fabric does not stand a chance against his hands. Especially the ones that are black or res in color—his colors

⛧He doesn’t even mean to make them fall apart so quickly; doesn’t mean to tear a hole into the lace with his teeth when he’s biting down on you, and doesn’t mean to rip your bottoms when grinding against them. It just happens, and he’s apologetic for it afterwards so he gets you new ones—better ones

⛧It’s how delicate they are that riles him up the most. He’s always loved that you were softer than him—everything is but he doesn’t care about anything else—so whenever it’s highlighted he can’t help the overwhelming attraction he feels for you. He wants worship you and ruin you, make you squeal and cry; the love is too heavy for him to withstand so it comes across as a sort of aggression in his movements

⛧The first time you surprised him with lingerie had been on the night of a random date. It was a spur of the moment decision when you bought the pretty set and you’d been so excited to show him after the evening’s conclusion; it showed when you pulled him to the room with a smile glittering with joy and in the way you let yourself fall against the bed, pulling him over you and guiding his hands to take off the fancy clothes you wore. The moment he saw what was underneath, his pupils constricted and he traced his fingers over your barely covered body

⛧That gentleness only lasted so long before his affection drowned him and he was working marks into you, trying to match the shades of his hickies to the red hues of your lingerie

S I L V E R

ʚ♡ɞ He tries to preserve the pretty garments, he really does, but he’s just so into it that he accidentally tears them throughout the endeavor—afterwards, he mourns the loss, truly

ʚ♡ɞ But once you surprise him with it the first time, you’re unleashing something in him that can never be tampered down. He especially loves the dress type lingerie, he can keep you in it and still have easy access! The hip slits are so quick to turn him into a puddle of arousal—he loves the subtle exposure, the way it shows so much yet nothing bad at all

ʚ♡ɞ If you wear the delicate garments then riding him is a must; just once is enough, and timed when he’s peaking in his neediness, but he would adore multiple rounds like that. It’s when the most damage is done because he’ll be writhing underneath you, so turned on by the silk and the sight of you on top, and tightly bunching the fabric in his hands while he grips your hips for purchase. Sooner or later he’s going to pull a bit too hard and the straps keeping the dress up will snap, falling down to your waist and oh he’s cumming from that alone

ʚ♡ɞ The first time you wore lingerie was for your anniversary and to say he appreciated the surprise was an understatement. He couldn’t move his eyes off of you, and for a few full minutes he simply admired you, trailing his hands all over your body and plucking at the lace that kissed you. The admiration had been so strong that night that frenzied kisses had slowed into something deeper and more meaningful; one of the few times he’s been able to take it slowly and fill each thrust into you with a heart full of romance was that night

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Sonic the Hedgehog was a liar. A celestial beauty and a savior of the world—but a big, selfishly greedy liar.

How many times now had he promised you the same words? Of the rest that you would have, he took just one more from you. And when you cried thick tears over the euphoria that was destroying your sanity, he only pushed harder; it turned him on beyond belief to see you so lost in the waves of sensation, left raw under the unrelenting touch and exposed bare to his desires.

He could feel it, the way mixed arousals dripped off his balls, and he could hear it, the soaking wet slide of his length shoving its way between your walls over and over and over again. The power that made him glow golden was a curse on you when his body could not recognize exhaustion—could not feel it—never once deterring in its fast-paced thrusts against you even after spilling his pleasure.

You long lost the ability to cling to him when the strength in your body had been fucked clean out of you, leaving you to do nothing more than whimper pathetically while he buried his face between your breasts to bite down there where he could feel the erratic beating of your racing heart.

“Sonic,” you whined, flexing your fingers against his hands that pinned yours to the bed, “it’s too much…”

His voice was muffled by your chest; words you couldn’t understand told you another lie of assurance only to be contradicted by the angle of his hips that pressed the head of his cock right into that sweet spot that made you sob. When your body tensed under the rush of another orgasm, timed too soon after the last, Sonic gave a groan straight from his chest. The fluttering of your walls against him beckoned his length deeper into you, tempting him into an unwavering seduction that lay a mist over his mind. How could you cry so prettily that you were tired when your body kept arching up just to meet him?

"Sonic," the tone of your voice was high-pitched from the squeal of your titillation, "please!"

A lick of his tongue over the mark he bruised into your skin was the indication that he had lifted his head up; now you felt the warmth of his heaving breaths fanning against you as he spoke, "Please, what? Please, more? Please, don't stop? Please, keep going? You're not saying it, but the way you're sucking me in is. All I need to know is said in the way you feel around me, so soft and eager—I can't stop because you won't let me."

His words were marked by his own orgasm, and he hissed at the feeling of cumming inside once more, too overheated and still completely hard. Each time his cock twitched with the spurt of white against you, it sent a deep ache into his core as if he'd been left untouched for far too long. It was a soreness that he gritted his teeth against, desperate to make it go away as he immediately resumed his pace.

"So hard for you," he huffed, settling his lips over the peak of your breast, "it hurts. It hurts so badly—but you make it better. I can't stop because you make me feel good."

When you winced at the way he pulled your nipple into his mouth, feeling overwhelmed by the sensitivity, he changed the pattern of his hips to grind against you each time he bottomed out; it was out of pure consideration when he tried to balance the focus of pleasure, but that was the extent of it. You couldn’t hide from the feeling that made your thighs tremble with an urge to shut—not that you could when Sonic took up the entire space between them—nor could you stop the addiction from taking root inside you. Your frozen nerves were burned by his passion, set alight with every slam of his hips against you in an audible slicked sound that was proof of how long he’d spent buried inside you.

And he knew it, knew your tears were nothing but a show when your pussy enticed him into breeding you. His seed that had stained your outer folds within the first few minutes of your intimacy had made your slit glisten and gleam in a reflection of his golden light; when he was looking, he was mesmerized. His inflamed cock, buried between your thighs and hidden inside your entrance, had drooled over you, jealous of his eyes that could watch the way your face flushed with overspent need. Now, with his tongue swirling around your nipple, he could only imagine the mess you made on his lap.

“Sonic!” Your teary voice cried once again, “No more, too many!”

All you wanted was a break, a moment to rest and recover from the way he held you down and stuffed you full. But the hedgehog only gave a noise of protest, bordering desperation in a whining sound.

“One more, just one more—you can do that, right, babe? One more for me, and then we can finish.”

He was breathless and sloppy in his movements, squeezing your hands tight as he picked up the pace out of a need to cum again. The throb of his cock was a telltale sign of his efforts, and once more you were reminded of the fact that Sonic was changed by the power of the emeralds.

When he stilled, back tensed and quills standing, you thought he was benevolent. And when he licked your tears with soft praises of how well you did and how beautifully you took him, you fell in love with him again. Only for a few heartbeats could you bask in his care before he let out another hushed moan and slowly began to rock his hips.

“Just one more,” he promised, looking angelic in his radiant form while he lied straight to your face.

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Glistening stars stared down at the sleeping world below, the only audience to the crickets' songs. The serenity of the night had seeped into your home, where you and Shadow spoke in hushed voices underneath the sheet that blanketed you two from the chill in the air. With Sonic away on some side quest that Shadow didn't particularly care to know the details of, he had you all to himself, just like before.

And, oh, how much he missed it.

He selfishly stored every hour spent with you in his heart, silently hugging you from behind as you made dinner, and appreciating the domesticity of it. These soft moments were his favorite, completely innocent and loving—except for when you held out your finger, dipped in seasoning, asking him to taste it, and he slowly took it into his mouth, lingering more than necessary—and a reminder of where his feelings for you stemmed from. Shadow was content, yes, more than happy to bask in the soothing sound of your voice, even when the two of you were supposed to be sleeping.

Like now, when you were giggling over the story you recounted to him from a day not long ago, a subtle smile lined his face as he rubbed his thumb into your arm from where he held you. By now, you were accustomed to his limited commentary, understanding that everything he needed to express could be conveyed through his expression and his eyes. When he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, making you look up at him from where you rested against his side, he couldn't stop himself from planting another one between your brows, and another on the tip of your nose, and one more on your lips. When you hummed in appreciation, he deepened the kiss, shifting you in his arms until he was hovering over you.

"I missed you," he murmured as he kissed down your neck, sensually stripping you of your pajama top to continue his path downwards over your chest.

You chuckled lightly, running your fingers through his quills as you shut your eyes against the feeling, "I've never left."

"No. But now I have to share. I want you, all of you, for myself."

Those words made you go quiet as you thought about it—the situation between you three. Back then, he and Sonic seemed to reach an agreement quite readily, and, while it wasn't easy, they at least seemed to tolerate each other more and more these days; you'd even seen them lounging together when the warming sun had made them lazy in the privacy of your shared home. But you couldn't be certain where they stood with each other, and still, they fought over your attention often. It was why, when they each had you alone, they made the most of it.

"For tonight," you finally spoke up, "I am all yours. Only yours."

It would be a discussion that would need to be had sooner or later, but for now you wanted to allow Shadow, who was half your heart, to feel like he had all of yours. Dropping your hands down to cup his jaw, you lifted him until he could face you and lured him back to your lips with a smile. Bare hands continued to work off your clothes until you were left in nothing but your amour, already anticipating his presence between your legs.

Shadow wanted to spend every second in a devoted embrace against you, but he knew his time was short. That blue hedgehog had a habit of inconveniencing him at the worst possible moments, so he was keen on unraveling you beneath him before he couldn't. His urgency was present in the way he kneaded your muscles and in the way he traced a line down your tummy until he was spreading your folds apart with his fingers. Your sigh was caught by his kiss and forced back into your mouth when he slid his tongue over yours.

His touch was deeper than Sonic's and filled with intention to please you. When it came to satisfaction, Shadow always placed yours above his—it was thrilling and exhilarating in its own way but not like how it was when Sonic chased his own pleasure through you. Though the contrast was nice, when Shadow began to rub slow circles into the nerve right above your slit, you encouraged him with quiet moans.

Quickly he brought you into need with his lasting touches, letting you pull away from his kiss when you could no longer breathe through your growing arousal he ignited. Pointed teeth scraped the pulse in your neck while you squirmed beneath him, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders while he tugged you towards a preemptive orgasm. The rush of it was only done as foreplay, so when you were already arching your back and closing your thighs around his hand as you came, Shadow was barely getting started.

He kissed your cheek while you panted in recovery, offering you soothing words while he coaxed your knees back apart so he could fit between them. "You haven't forgotten this, have you?" he asked, his tone deeper with lust, as he ran the tip of his cock over your slit. "Or have you been spoiled by the two sets of hands that touch you?"

You hadn't—you couldn't—forget. Not when he'd done it to you so many times before, pushing you over the edge too fast before dragging out every moment after. It was torturous, and it was divine the way he gave you a taste before holding out the rest in front of you in a tease. Despite his loving soul, he was mean to your poor body, tricking it into following him to the edge of your limits before making you reset all over again while he denied you that feeling he'd worked you up with. For someone like him who was above the physicality of the common person, he could play this game for hours.

"Both are true."

"Then, I'll fix that."

In a single slide, he pushed into you, staving off a groan when he bottomed out by sucking a mark into your neck. He was a snug fit, filling you all around perfectly and pressing into the best spots naturally; you involuntarily moaned at the completion, digging your fingertips into the sinews of his shoulders as you adjusted to his size. Shadow gave you a moment, evening his heavy exhales by focusing on anything but the way you clenched around him; when he had you all alone like this, he could relish in his addiction, committing every detail to memory and acting carelessly the moment he began to gyrate his hips.

A hushed mewl from you showed your gratitude for his action, his name leaving you in whispers while he slowly pulled out until his rim caught on the ring of muscle protecting your walls before diving back in. Soon enough he found a pace he desired, rutting into you steadily while his hands pressed you down by the waist. Lost in the warmth of pressed bodies, neither of you heard the familiar whir of speed bursting through the door before a surprised "oh" was spoken.

"I think I might be interrupting," Sonic's voice pulled you from the daze of your arousal, making your eyes widen from the startling appearance. Yet...Shadow didn't seem to care, only groaning disapprovingly in a bite against your collarbone while he continued to move inside you.

"And here I was being so concerned that you two might miss me," Sonic held his hands up in a shrug, "this stings."

Finally Shadow paused his movements and looked up, turning towards him with a scowl. "You said you would be staying at Tails'."

"Hello, I just explained myself. Whatever, by all means, continue." As he spoke, he walked over to the other edge of the bed. "I want to see how you two cope with my absence."

When he lay on his stomach, head propped up by his hands, and kicked his feet in the air, Shadow tsked. He sat back on his knees and pulled you up with him, making your thighs spread over his in a straddle while he supported your weight by the waist. You knew he did it to put more distance between you and Sonic, but in this position his length slipped further into you, making you whimper from the depth. It didn't help that Sonic now had a full side view of you two, and you could see interest making his eyes glitter against the shaded room. Almost too easily, Shadow resumed his thrusts; this time, however, there was agitation to his movements as he dug his tip against your cervix, and subtle, blunt claws dipped into your skin with more pressure. It was an odd feeling to be taken by Shadow while Sonic watched, but it wasn't unpleasant—no, far from it. In fact, the attention exhilarated you, making you grind your hips down whenever Shadow thrust up, and he felt the difference.

A sound, deep and raspy, filled his chest when you clenched tighter around him, your velvety walls soaked in your heightened arousal making his glide into you sound all the more lewd. Half-panting breaths fanned against your shoulder from where his teeth grazed you, bared in an open bite that hovered in wait for the perfect moment. Your honeyed moans were soft against his ear that flicked towards you to receive the sound entirely; it was both divine and sinful how much your cries affected him, bringing a warmth to his ears in a feeling that matched the flush across his face. Driven wild by the sensitivity of it, he guided your waist down on him faster.

Sonic, enraptured by the sight before him, felt a stirring in his body. He never realized how pretty the darker hedgehog could look when he was lost in your embrace, and seeing him lead you towards your pleasure together made his heart race. It caught him off guard how much he enjoyed watching Shadow fuck you, but he wasn’t surprised—somehow he knew he’d want this experience sooner or later. As it turns out, voyeurism was something he liked…maybe he should see if Shadow felt the same. Later. Right now, Sonic really wanted to be part of the passion that burned in your two hearts.

He almost laughed at the way Shadow cast him a sharp look when he noticed him shifting his weight up to move towards you.

“What’s the matter?” You heard Sonic ask from much closer than before, “Worried I’ll make things better?”

Understanding didn’t find you, not when you were so close to being fulfilled. You didn’t bother to look at whatever expressions they wore in favor of continuing the way you rose and fell in Shadow’s lap; they were most likely arguing over petty stuff again.

“No,” Shadow scowled, tightening his hold on you possessively.

“Don’t think you’ve got the final say, big guy,” Sonic teased with a smug grin while he snuck himself behind you. “Besides, I think it’s time I had a turn.”

“I was here first.” Shadow hiked you further up his lap, making you stutter your hips to a stop when he clung to you so forcefully. You heard the terse way he spoke and sighed; tonight you would let them figure it out. “First to date, first to have, which means I get first call.”

“I think you’ve forgotten that she loved me first, though,” Sonic replied, dangerously carefree.

And when he pushed a finger into Shadow’s forehead, the latter irritatedly slapped his hand away, leaving your waist free from half his grip. It was all Sonic needed to take advantage of when he tugged you backwards against his chest. You gasped in surprise, flailing when you were suddenly leaning backwards and accidentally pulling on Shadow’s quills as you tried to steady yourself.

The darker hedgehog grunted, of pain or frustration you weren’t sure, but didn’t say anything through his glower. Instead, he only took a deep breath to settle down before he finally growled out, “Sonic.”

Expecting it, Sonic let his fingers wander in a drag through your folds before using your arousal to slicken your nipple as he rolled it between his thumb, keeping you on the cusp of your titillation while he held a lazy smile stretched across his lips.

Shadow’s brow twitched as he finished, “Now’s not the time for your games.”

“Talking it through? That’s a first. I was expecting a more brute approach—but, hey, whatever keeps you hard. I’m a reasonable guy, so how about we go both ways? Sharing is caring, as they say.”

Sonic was walking along a thin line, and even you could tell, yet when you decided on acting to prevent any further bickering, Shadow surprised you with a curt, “Fine, but I’m leading.”

Then he pulled you out when he gathered you back in his arms to turn you around, making you face Sonic in a way that surprised you both; none complained, though, when Shadow continued to position you with one arm around Sonic’s shoulder and your other reaching back to hold onto his hip. He made you stand on your knees while he pressed himself flush behind you before giving Sonic a look—it was all the other needed to mold himself to your front.

You could feel them both between your thighs, their shared anticipation heating the skin they touched. A small shiver ran through you at the feeling, keen to see how the night would further unravel. Only when Shadow began to kiss along your throat did Sonic take the initiative to move as well. Unlike Shadow, Sonic still had his gloves on, which was a blessing in disguise when the worn fabric added an invisible hitch as he played with your breasts. The ease of moving together that hadn’t been there the very first time excited you; it threw a haze over your thoughts when you could feel them both sliding their cocks in opposite directions against your pussy. Even more was the way your lust spiked when the two of them began to sigh at the way they met each other’s rolling hips.

“How far have you thought this through?” you slowly asked Shadow, who took charge of the falling domino pieces.

He licked a broad strip over a mark he made before murmuring back, “All the way. Try to relax if you want it to work.”

As if on cue, Sonic took over your mouth to swallow your response, filling the space of your words with his tongue. Growing moans were sealed between your kiss, fueled by the way he played with your chest and the way he complimented the glide against your slit. It was almost too much to feel their outlines against you, too much to feel the way their rims each caught against your swelled clit in a way that had you jerking against the rush of stimulation. You felt a concentration of pleasure cooking in your core much too soon, yet all you could do was whine into Sonic’s kiss as a warning and arch your spine in an attempt to lip yourself away from their friction.

It slipped your mind that Shadow still had his hands free to control your body; when you tried to worm away from the orgasm that boiled beneath your senses, he pushed your hips back down. Forced to face it, you tensed with the onslaught of ecstasy and cried out as you came all over their lengths, thighs shaking as they dragged out your bliss and spread your essence across your folds in the process.

When you dug your fingers into the spines on Sonic’s back, he sucked in a sharp breath, breaking the kiss to give a small, airy chuckle at your reaction.

“That was easy,” he commented, spreading butterfly kisses along your jaw as you came down from your high.

“So responsive,” Shadow agreed in a murmur.

A shudder racked through your body as they slowed their movements against you, soothing your warmed skin with gentle affection in preparation for the next act. With your eyes shut the way they were, you hadn’t seen the silent exchange of words taking place inside their shared gaze, not until Shadow was dropping a hand between your thighs to align himself to your entrance.

“Can you take it?” he asked lowly, tracing his tip along your hole teasingly.

You nodded without delay, letting your head fall back against his shoulder with an encouraging hum. He accepted your response with appreciation, slowly pushing past the protective ring of muscle until he was separating your walls from one another. His tone was heavy in its rasp when he let out a hushed groan, already having missed the feeling of being inside you like he was only minutes before. After a moment, you felt Sonic following Shadow’s exact movements; his tip prodded at your entrance with an intent that made your fingers bury your courage deeper into Shadow’s hip.

“Tell us if it’s too much,” Shadow told you, mouthing at the pulse beneath your jaw, making you struggle to nod again. They gave you another half minute to get comfortable before Sonic was pushing forward, pressing himself inside, snug against Shadow between your walls. You held your breath at the stretch, furrowing your brows at the effort it took to stay relaxed around the doubled size.

“That’s our girl, taking us this well,” Sonic praised, lowering his forehead to rest against your collarbone as he bottomed out with a shaky breath. “You’re doing so good, sun ray, keep breathing…”

Shadow felt his cock throb at Sonic’s words, annoyed that hearing them said to you had made him feel lighter. It was as if he enjoyed witnessing you being worshipped by another—by Sonic of all people. The idea made him scrape his teeth over your throat with some pressure; it was the only outlet he had for his emotions. He didn’t want to have any realizations or admissions tonight, though; he only wanted to dwell on the way you so tightly clenched around two cocks filling you so perfectly.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Shadow spoke into your neck, “don’t rush it.”

But the crowding was pressing against every side of you far and wide, practically kissing the tender spot inside you that made it hard to tamp down your mewls. The struggle to voice yourself was intensified by the hands that crept over your body, touching you in all the right places and making you squirm with a readiness to feel that orgasmic contentment once again. When you whined, they caught it, giving their own returning hisses when they began to rock their hips.

The pleasure was immediate for Sonic, making his tail sway in enthusiasm at the way it felt to grind against you and Shadow at the same time. Although there wasn’t much room for him to run at his usual pace, the deep, sensual glides made up for it when the squeeze forced him to feel every centimeter of movement from all around. For Shadow, it was the sounds elicited from the three of you that had his ears falling in concentration: the symphony of moans, the soaked thrusts, the rubbing shafts—the noises flooded his hearing and burned his patience.

There was nothing in the world he loved more than seeing you unravel under the sheer force of your own lust, making you desperately cling to him as he displayed his deep love for you—the fact that Sonic was here didn’t bother him as much as he wanted to believe. In fact, he was almost smug to see the other flushed and resting against your front; it made Shadow want to push the two of you down and take over completely. He would show Sonic just how much better he was at fucking you, and Sonic would experience it himself when his dick, buried inside you, would be pressed still against your wall as Shadow took over the space and power with his thrusts. Maybe next time the blue fake would show remorse for interrupting Shadow’s intimacy with you, knowing just what you would be missing out on when he ruined the mood with his running mouth.

The contrasting mentalities were not lost on you; you could almost feel their thoughts through their behavior and the way they kissed wherever they could reach. Where Shadow worked marks into you, Sonic covered you with soothing licks; where Sonic pinched your nipple too passionately, Shadow massaged your breast devotedly. Sonic’s tone was deeper when he moaned, whereas Shadow’s sounded breathless. There were too many differences, but none of them mattered. Not when they both made you feel as if you were on the edge of something celestial.

Their lengths worked you open, stuffing you full with their size and prying ecstasy from every one of your nerves by the way they rocked into you. It felt like it was too soon when you were spiraling into another orgasm, cumming again on their cocks but hardly feeling it when your walls had no ability to flutter as much as usual. Only your high-pitched cries were the evidence of your peaking pleasure.

“You came already?” Sonic questioned, lifting his head from your shoulder to face you.

“I’m close too,” Shadow begrudgingly admitted, already flustered from his time with you earlier.

A grin dazzled Sonic’s face. “I’ll catch up then.”

Before either of you could process what he meant, he shortened the drag of his thrusts to pick up speed, making you gasp from the sudden shift and arch back further into Shadow, who stumbled over his composure. Sonic heard his name fall from the two of you—your voice cried it so melodiously while Shadow bit it through his teeth in disapproval—and huffed a breath of amusement before reaching his hand up to support your neck forward so he could kiss you. Skillfully, he slipped his tongue into your mouth to play with yours, catching the way you struggled to keep up and muffling your whimpers at the overstimulation.

Despite his unwillingness, Shadow felt himself ache with the need to release his pent-up arousal; Sonic had made it too difficult for him to stave off the tension that made his back go taut when he was unrelenting in his chase, and your scent was everywhere around him, drenched in the aroma of your euphoria and suffocating him like an aphrodisiac. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, not when the sensations blinded him like the light of a sun.

One last time, he sank his teeth into the base of your neck, feeling feral as he rutted into you with every pulse of release that spilled from his cock. Hedonistic throbs made him heave, letting you feel the soft patch of fur that adorned his chest as it rose and fell dramatically against your back from the way he was pressed so close to you. Sonic sighed at the way Shadow’s seed filled the little space around them, leaving nowhere for it to go except down his length, where it would drop between your knees. It allured him further into his own orgasm, but what had done it for him was the way your fingers pulled at his quills, weaving in the small pain between the overarching pleasure.

By the time Sonic was cumming inside you too, you were tearing up with the effort of one last high, weaker than the first two but just as impactful when he abused your sweet spot. Any strength left in your body disappeared the moment the overabundant pleasure passed, leaving you to slump forward against Sonic as tiredness trickled into your bones. The hedgehog let go of your lips with a soft moan as he washed you in his release, praising words leaving him in a mumble while he slowly stilled his hips.

For a second, the three of you simply caught your breath as the daydream ended. If it was up to you, you would have fallen into a peaceful sleep then and there, but the other two had different plans when they gently pulled out of you one-by-one. The emptiness was shockingly present when they left you, and you could feel their cum seeping out from within you, which made you quietly whimper at the loss.

“This…is definitely gonna stay with me,” Sonic said. Half-lidded emerald eyes took in the sight before him, holding you by the waist while Shadow caught the beads of mixed arousals that gathered around his base with a finger.

Before he did anything with it, he gave Sonic a stern look. “Do you find it necessary to add a comment every time.”

“Do you find it necessary to be so grumpy all the time? I know you liked it, you could just admit it, you know.”

But Shadow felt too indignant to accept the thoughts whispering to him saying that, perhaps, Sonic was right, that he’d long since known this relationship wasn’t so bad. That sharing you wasn’t the worst thing to happen only because it was Sonic that he shared you with. So instead of responding, he teleported away to find a wash cloth, leaving you to nuzzle into Sonic’s embrace.

“Was it too much?” he asked you once you were alone. His hand soothed your back as you hummed.

“Not at all, it was perfect. We should it again next time.”

Chapter Text

There was a tension in your shoulders that made you appear smaller in your frame. Balled up as you were, you tapped your foot anxiously while looking at the list of everything you needed to do. It was supposed to be a trick; Tails had recommended it with a claim saying it might be easier to digest your responsibilities one by one by working your way down…but seeing them all listed beneath one another made your stress inflate even more than it already was. In the back of your mind, you knew that you could prioritize a few of the chores on it, yet that hushed voice was overtaken by the blaring shouts of the thoughts that berated you for not doing any of them.

Time was short, and deadlines were approaching, and all you had done for the past hour was stare. You couldn’t help it, nor could you pull yourself out of it, drowning under the raging tides of your own internal monologue. So lost in the dizzying chaos, you didn’t even notice calling your name until he was placing a hand on your shoulder.

“—Are you alright?” he asked, sounding like he was repeating himself.

You snapped out of your daze to look at him. “Hm?”

Shadow’s eyes trailed down to your bouncing foot before lifting back to meet yours. “You’re worried. What’s wrong?”

“Worried?” you repeated. “About what?”

“That’s what I’m asking.”

A short sigh left you, and you flipped your list over on the table. “Oh, right—I’m sorry, my mind’s not all here. Have you been home long? I can start dinner if you’re hungry.”

Shadow shook his head, letting his hand slide down to hold the small of your back while he leaned down to place a reserved kiss on your temple. “Don’t worry about it. You look like you’ve got enough on your plate.”

“Just…tasks, I suppose. I fell behind a bit in my work, so I’ve got to catch up… But we’re also running a bit low on some house supplies, so I need to take count and go shopping before I start on that. But there’s also this thing I promised Blaze I would help with… yet, the house needs to be cleaned before I go, but the vacuum is broken…or something. I don’t know, exactly. Plus, I’ve got to run some smaller errands before I do anything so I can sort everything out when I clean—it just…feels like a lot.”

He stayed silent as you spoke, letting your words spill out in a sudden burst of anxiety. Only once you took a deep breath in did he move himself directly behind you. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he told you in a low voice, “You’re being hard on yourself.”

Then he was moving his hands under your elbows to push your arms up above your head, coaxing you into a stretch. “Half of those things don’t matter, and the other half can be shared.”

When your posture was no longer curled in on itself, he slipped his hands into yours and brought your arms down to hug yourself, wrapping his arms around your waist in the process. “Relax,” he murmured, “take a break.”

“I can’t; I haven’t even started,” you weakly protested. Despite your words, you let yourself lean back against him, appreciating the reprieve his presence brought. Shadow gave a disagreeing sound as he held you, turning his face into you and letting his mouth work tiny, imperceptible kisses up the column of your neck until he reached your jaw.

“What's the problem?”

“It’s that some of these chores have a ‘due date’ that I can’t ignore.”

“You’re not ignoring them,” he responded, “you’ll get them done eventually, but you can’t expect yourself to take care of things when you’re breaking yourself in the process.”

There was no response you could give to that, knowing the hedgehog would only have a rebuttal for you that, logically, made more sense. Still, the feeling of your inactivity and lack of progress gnawed at your nerves and fed your stress. Shadow seemed to sense your unconvinced mind and pulled free from you to turn your chair towards him; the sudden movement made you lurch in your seat, but sturdy hands caught you before you could fall. In this position, Shadow was able to look down at you with a set frown, and seeing his disapproval made you fidget.

“You don’t agree,” he told you, “fine. Then let me fix your list.”

Reaching over you, he flipped the paper back over; taking your discarded pen, he crossed everything out before adding a new point at the very bottom with the words "spend time with Shadow" scrawled across. When he finished, he slid the paper closer to you and pointed at it, "If you're so set on following it, then do so."

You looked at the paper before looking back at him. "I don't think that's how it works..."

"You decide how you want it to work," he told you. Taking your hands in his, he directed them around his neck, signaling for you to hold on before he moved to lift you up by the thighs. "Not anyone else. If there's a problem, then we'll deal with it together. Isn't that what you promised me once before?"

Following his guide had led you into wrapping your legs around his hips so he could carry you completely, and when you slowly nodded your head in response to his question, he mimicked the motion. A gentle kiss to your lips contrasted his cool tone, reminding you of all the emotion Shadow often held back, and you relaxed in his firm hold. There was a delay in your realization that he was moving as he kissed you, confident steps leading him towards the bedroom you two shared until he stopped at the end of your bed.

"Tell me what you want," Shadow said, carefully lowering you down onto the mattress.

"I want to follow the list," you responded, taking a second to admire his sharp features and getting lost in the red color that highlighted them. "The new one."

Tenderly, you moved your hand so you could cup his face, caressing the soft skin as you smoothed the worry from between his eyes until he was nuzzling into your touch. As his eyelids fell shut in the comfort of your touch, he shifted your weight beneath him until he was holding himself up with one arm while the other covered your hand against his cheek.

A single kiss to the inside of your wrist was what he gave you before he was guiding your hand down over his chest until it lay right over his heart. The fluff of the white fur there tickled your fingers, but you ignored the instinct to move away; you wouldn’t, not when you could feel the steady beat of Shadow’s life beneath them.

“Okay,” he told you, “I’m right here.”

In a show of his words, he leaned down until his nose brushed against yours, nudging you with as much force as a butterfly’s wing, before he opened his eyes enough to meet yours once more. Pure affection made the color of them appear brighter and deeper, glimmering in the reflection of the warm light that illuminated your bedroom. You felt the chill in your body brought about by the burdens of responsibility melt away under his gaze, and it made your pulse run stronger from the raw tranquility you were blanketed with. The sentiment was carried in one breath, two, before Shadow was closing the space left between your two lips.

Like the tide, he steadily rose in his determination, pulling you with him as slow kisses trickled into something deeper, gaining weight under the overtaking passion. The hand that had guided yours to his chest now caressed your waist, rubbing small circles there to chase away the tension that stiffened you. Sighs filled your throat at his care that tempted you into relaxation, encouraging Shadow, who had set himself on the path of his goal to make you forget the hands of the world that choked you.

You were left with only these surface touches until the yearning for more made you beckon Shadow closer, using the arm you still had around his neck to guide him down flush against you until your hand that rested on his chest was trapped between your two bodies. “Shadow,” you called in a hush, loud enough only to earn his attention. “I want you, please.”

He quieted your words with his kiss, chasing your lips when you pulled them away to speak. But he hadn’t ignored you. He heard your pleas and longed to fulfill them. So when your clothes were slowly being worked off your body, and your legs were persuaded into unwrapping themselves from his waist, Shadow finally let your sounds come forth. He separated from the kiss in favor of working smaller ones down your jaw and neck until it reached your chest and eventually your navel. Only once he found himself on his knees, spreading your thighs just a bit further apart, did he meet your words.

“I’m here,” he promised in a kiss to your hip bone.

Yet, when he settled near you, he paused; the intention was to wait for you to squirm when he hovered over your center, letting himself get lost in the scent of you until that moment arrived as a small revenge for the way you had hesitated to indulge him earlier. Luckily, it wasn’t long for you to reach that point when each of his exhales cooled the moisture of your arousal, making you shiver with expectancy.

“Shadow…” you whined, “don’t tease.”

Amused, he relented and pressed his mouth to yours without any more restraint. Your response was immediate, sighing with content as he licked in prolonged, dragging strokes. To return his efforts, you reached down to caress the base of his ear, the very same way you knew he enjoyed; taking it between your index finger and thumb, you gently massaged the form, giving light tugs whenever his tongue met your most sensitive spot.

Deep and thorough was how Shadow moved, working you up to a good point in your pleasure with his mouth alone—and while he would have loved nothing more than to taste you when you came, there was much to be taken care of. He would not let you leave from beneath him until you could no longer remember what it felt like to stress. So when your hips started subtly thrashing against the throes of your spiking need, he pulled away with a string of your essence following his retreat until distance broke it. A whimper at the loss made Shadow rise. “It’s not over yet,” he said, pressing one final kiss to your nerves before crawling back over you to cage you between his arms.

“You work so hard in everything you do.” When he gave a kitten lick to your lips, you could faintly smell yourself. “You do your best while letting everything take from you without regret.”

Reaching up to hug him once more, you pulled him close against you while he eased the tip of his awaiting cock against your entrance, building anticipation as he traced it up and down slowly. “It’s selfish of me, but I don’t want you to go. To burn out in those flames of expectation and leave me with nothing but your name in my memory,” he continued in a murmur, drooping his head down into the crook of your neck to find the strength he needed to voice the thoughts in his head.

“I’ll always be here, with you, so long as you promise the same to me. Tell me you’re here to stay, that these things aren’t as important as you. Tell me you will love yourself as much as I do you and that you’ll let yourself be content even if it means disappointing others.”

You held your breath as he spoke, desperate to hear every syllable while he unveiled his confessions with a prodding of his head against your slit. Only once he finished did you nod, copying him as you hid your face in his shoulder.

“Tell me,” he urged softly, his tone grave in its hush.

“I will. I promise I will,” you sighed lightly.

“Good.”

His satisfaction guided him into you, spreading your velvety walls apart with his size as he inched forward in a slow glide until he was buried completely. Sentimentality had made Shadow’s senses feel so heightened that when he bottomed out, he stilled to sew his composure back together. A small groan showed his effort, muffled by the butterfly kisses he left anywhere he could reach.

It was a perfect fit when he was inside you, as if the two of you had been created with the other in mind, so even the pause of his movements had felt pleasant to you; the fill made you hum with approval while you lightly ran your fingers over the quill behind his head. After a few seconds of adjusting, Shadow finally moved, letting out a heavy exhale as the tension around his length pressed him like a dream. Slow rocks gradually became steady thrusts that made your head swim. Moans and wet slides filled the atmosphere around you, making your heart race when Shadow’s softer noises were a detail you could only hear with him being so close to you, locked against your neck by the desire that weighed him down.

Dulcet calls of his name fell from your tongue as you arched into him, enamored by the way the rim of his cock trailed across the tender spot between your walls each time he pulled out only to sway back in. There was no rush in the moment, no wild instincts or heavy touches, only raw emotion displayed by unwavering love. It was slower, calmer, and much more fervid when Shadow rolled his hips forward until he was pressed flush against your own. The pattern of his thrusts had created an extra stimulus for you when he was brushing against your clit each time he filled you; you praised him for it, lowering your hands to hold his waist as you did.

But—whether it was only for you or in general couldn’t be known—Shadow was sensitive to your touch on his sides, and when he felt your fingers slightly digging into the skin there, he panted against your neck.

“I’m close,” he rasped, feeling the trickling pleasure collecting into an ocean in his core. “I don’t want to end without you.”

“Just a little bit more,” you breathed.

Shadow wasn’t sure how much longer you would need at a pace like this, but if he sped up, he would cum too soon, so he shifted his weight to be able to lift a hand up to your breast. He kneaded the mound before running his thumb over your nipple, making you gasp at the feeling. That extra touch was all you needed, and soon enough you found yourself on the cusp. Shadow felt it too, the way your walls fluttered around him, making him furrow his brows to dull the good feeling. Trapping him with your legs, you held him down over you as you peaked in your ecstasy, crying out as your orgasm washed over you.

With a hiss, Shadow followed, beckoned over the edge by the promises you made him. He tried to push through it, to ride out your high as he continued to thrust, but his own orgasm was yanked from his soul; driven by the intensity of it, he drove his length into you, as deep as he could go, warming you with his seed that he would plug inside you. The recklessness of the action would be considered later, after it was all done, but for now the two of you only relished in the glow of your love.

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↝Loves to mindlessly, and innocently, touch them a lot! Whether that simply cupping them like a stress ball or laying his head on them. They’re just…so comfy…so soothing…so tempting…

↝Small, big, wide, or narrow, he doesn’t care! He loves whatever you have so much—him playing with them will be a constant thing in your relationship and he’ll just bury his head under your shirt to leave a bite mark on them. It’s less lustful than it is a type of cuteness aggression

↝But when it is lustful? He won’t stop at just one mark, or two, or even three. You would be valid to suspect that he could get off to your boobs alone! Especially when they’re just barely covered, like with a lace bra or a very stringy bikini top

↝Nothing riles him up more than the implication of things. Cleavage? Underboob? Side boob? Just a single glance at the sight is all he needs to drop what he’s doing and crowd you with wandering hands and flirty words

↝If you guessed he’d beg for a boobjob at one point in your relationship then you would be very correct! You could get him on his knees and praying to you when the idea is on the table. He wants it so badly, when would it be an appropriate time for him to tell you how many wet dreams he’s had about it? Or how many times he’s secretly stroked himself to it? Because the number keeps going up and he has yet to experience it for real

↝Once he gets what he wants, he’s addicted, so be warned. It is so far removed from a one-time-thing that now sex is really just him cumming all over your chest. And he loves the sight of it, adores it. He could take a picture if you let him!

↝This is a bit of a swerve in focus, but he loves to see you dolled up in things that highlight your breasts. Necklaces! Body glitter! Even stickers or band-aids! He enjoys them all very much because it gives him an excuse to look! And to appreciate! An immediate K.O. to him would be letting him sign your boob or getting a temporary tattoo of his iconic symbol on it

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When the news of Silver’s outburst at the Diamond Cutters’ headquarters reached you, a strange feeling settled in your mind. While it wasn’t unlike the hedgehog to be found at the scene of a crime, it was unusual to hear that he’d behaved violently, especially towards innocent people. So you immediately set out to find him, searching all the places you commonly encountered him. You called his name each time you appeared somewhere and hoped for a response; after almost an hour of searching with no success, you retreated towards your house with a defeated frown.

Something was definitely off. First Silver was picking fights now he was nowhere to be found? You didn’t want to think it, but the consideration that he may have returned back to his time without letting you know began to feel more present in your mind. It was understandable—which setting could offer more comfort than the home you know?—but you still felt hurt by the notion. How could you not when he was your boyfriend? Yet, it was hard for you to be too upset when you thought about the events from his perspective: being cast out by the very ones you had called your friends? That truly is a betrayal that could bring one into despair, no matter how out of character it may be.

As you neared your home, your thoughts were shattered by the sight of an all too familiar light color taking residence up high on your roof. Instantly brightening, you rushed over, calling out as you looked up. “Silver! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!” you shouted, partially out of breath in your great relief.

Silver pulled his gaze from the setting sun and let it fall down to you. He peered over his knees that dangled off the ledge with a solemn expression. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you were looking for me. Is something wrong?”

You shook your head. “I heard what happened. Tangle told me”…

He frowned. There was a delay in his response, but eventually he looked away from you, returning his eyes to the lights of the fading sky as he leaned back on his hands. “I want to help,” he told you, his voice loud enough for you to hear from where you stood on the ground, “but I don’t know how. Espio and Blaze gave me solid advice back then, but no matter how hard I try, it feels like I can’t not mess up. Just like my world, I bring nothing but destruction…”

“You know that’s not true, Silv,” you quickly responded. “You’re everything we need. Without you here, we would have never had so much success. You won’t believe me, but I’m willing to wait here until you do—I have my entire life; I don’t care if I spend the rest of it giving you reasons.”

He acknowledged your words, weighing them in his mind before looking back down at you one last time. “You believe me, don’t you?”

“Of course. What other motive could you have for your actions? You have a kind heart and a remarkable perception, though not everyone sees it as clearly as I do.” You paused, a strain in your neck making your muscles cramp. “Will you come down?”

Nodding, he smoothly carried himself to the ground, landing without disturbing a single speck of dirt. Just as soon, he fell into you, pulling you into a hug as he quietly asked you, “I’m…good enough…right?”

You took in his appearance, his drooping quills and hunched posture; even with the way he buried his face into your neck, you could feel the insecurity locking his expression into a frown. The fallout seemed to have affected him more than you realized, so you agreed as insistently as you could, wanting your reassurance to seep into him. Rubbing his back, you told him, “More than this world could ever ask for. How could you doubt it when you prove yourself every day?”

A noncommittal sound, similar to a curt hum, was his response to you, and it was greatly unsatisfying. Pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, you kept your tone steady as you spoke. “I’m serious! You are so strong, lifting mountains as a party trick, and so skilled, able to achieve whatever you set your sights on. Don’t even get me started on how much you’ve grown in the time you’ve spent here! I’ve seen it with my own eyes how you’ve learned with your mind and your heart!”

You pressed a kiss between his eyes, making him lean into your touch with open vulnerability. “Society can convince itself that you are flawed, too brash at times and too naive at others, but to me you are perfect. So persistent and emotionally attached in every one of your actions; I fall in love with you every day because of it.”

Cupping his face, you tilt his head back just enough so you can meet his lips. Hovering just above them, you lowered your voice, “All that you are, and all that you aren’t—you entirely are something right out of a dream, a wishful hope come true. We are the ones who are not good enough.”

Before you could commit to a full press of a kiss, however, you swayed back playfully in an attempt to lighten the mood. Silver opened his eyes when you did, and you could see the expectancy in them. “Though, I might be a little biased in my declarations. I kind of have a little crush on you, so I’m always wearing rose-colored glasses whenever you’re involved.”

Finally, he smiled. It was small and half amused, but it was a smile nonetheless. You took that as a victory when you continued, “You can’t really blame me for it though. I mean, when you’re this handsome and kind, so shy and brave at the same time, with the most mesmerizing shade of gold in your eyes…”

You snaked your arms around his shoulders, holding him close as you returned near enough to him for your lips to brush against each other. Silver found his conviction when he dropped his hands down to hold you loosely by the waist, tugging you into him once before he closed the distance between you. The kiss was as slow as the rising moon, full of patience and longing, and soft like a drifting snowflake. Unspoken words were conveyed through the silent depth, adding to the emotion piling where your lips met and warming you where Silver’s touch was. When you gently bumped your nose against his, he surged forward, taking your bottom lip between his in a way that made you follow him into passion.

Before the moment could get too heated, you pulled away. “Let me remind you how much you mean. Can you take us to the room?”

Nodding, he told you to hold on tightly before warping the two of you inside your house. In a flash of light you were inside your bedroom; it took you a moment to regain your composure, but once you had, you smiled at him. “Thank you,” you told him. “How many people can do that? Without even realizing it, you proved your capabilities in one single, small act. Yet, do greater things on the daily—so let me reiterate: you are everything we need, and more.”

“Honestly, it sounds like I’m a one-trick pony, but I get your point,” Silver responded, holding you firmly when you had taken a second to clear your head. “My power has come in handy more than once.”

Gratefully, he lowered his forehead down to yours, meeting your eyes directly as he mirrored your smile. “Thank you. I shouldn’t have let myself get so down like that; I guess I got a little carried away.”

“I’m glad you understand it now, but I haven’t even told you my favorite things. Just for a little while, will you let me take the lead?”

When he nodded his head, you kissed him once more, murmuring your thanks before pushing your hands into his chest in a way that guided him towards the bed. In a complete show of trust, Silver let you walk him backwards, never looking away from you even when the backs of his knees met the mattress and he fell back onto it. An angelic adoration graced your eyes as you slipped off his boots and crawled over him until you were straddling his hips. There you lingered, sitting down on him and supporting the way you leaned forward by resting your hands on his stomach.

“Do you want to guess what I love most about you?” You questioned playfully, kissing his cheek softly as you waited for his response.

“Is it my psychokinesis?” he suggested, sliding his hands up your thighs until they could settle in the crook of your hips.

A whispered laugh made your breath fan across his skin, a feeling that made him preen from your attention. “I do love it,” you told him, “but there’s something I love even more. Can you say my name?”

Obediently, he did, not questioning where you were going with it until you hummed, shutting your eyes in a show as you took in his tone. “That. The sound of your voice—I could listen to it all day, but there’s something so divine in the way you call me. The way you choose words, the pattern of your breathing, the lilts of your tongue—it’s my favorite song.”

When you reopened your eyes, you saw him staring at you, silent as you praised him. If it weren’t for the hidden flush surfacing across the bridge of his nose, you would have thought him to be analyzing the hour. Encouraged by his reaction, you reached for his hands. One by one, you undid the golden cuffs that secured his wrists, tossing them somewhere to the side before doing the same with his gloves. Now bare, you cupped the back of his hands and lifted them to your mouth so you could press a kiss to each palm. “And your hands,” you told him with a quiet sigh, nuzzling into them lovingly, “I love the way they feel. Especially on me.”

Then you were leading them downwards, cultivating his zeal by pressing them into your chest in a silent direction; he took the hint easily, taking control of his movements when he molded his grip into each of your breasts. Silver felt himself stir at the appreciative hum you gave the very moment he began to gently squeeze the shape of them, fondling you through your clothes. The feeling grew when you moved your touch to the fur on his chest and took a delicate handful, tugging on it ever so slightly when you bent down to whisper a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“I love your expressions,” you murmured. “The way you wear your thoughts in them.”

To prove your point, you lightly bucked your hips into his, rousing him from the chamber that hid his vulgarity. A sound, small and starting, fell from Silver as you repeated the motion until you relaxed into a slow, lazy pace, grinding against him. Once his breathing began to grow uneven, you paused for a moment to undress yourself; with his help, you were left with nothing as you resumed your position. At the feeling of your wet center dragging along his length, Silver shuddered, and when you caught the end of him against your entrance, he squirmed, but it was your next words that made him whine with a burst of pleasure.

“Above all and more than anything,” your voice was sultry, deepened by your affection, “I love the way you complete me.”

For the duration of a single exhale, you basked in his anticipation; only your mouth moved when you nipped at his lip, waiting for him to seek yours out. Then, you sunk down on him without much regard for the way he was still only half-hard or the way he stammered out your name as you buried him inside you. You only cared for the way his muzzle had wrinkled as he held his mouth open in a gasp, showing off small pointed canines without meaning to, and the way he squeezed his eyes shut to dampen the pleasure running like a fire in his veins, intensified by the love you poured into him.

It wasn’t planned when you sat still on him, warming him between your walls as you waited for him to fully stiffen, but you took the opportunity to finish your speech. “You are my blue sky. Don’t you, more than anyone, know what that means?”

Silver felt his strength weaken in his arousal, despite the way his fingertips created indents where they tightly held you by the thighs; you didn’t voice the discomfort, choosing instead to give a small kitten lick to his mouth out of want for him to kiss you again. The moment he waved away the daze clouding his mind, he craned his neck up to meet you, granting your request eagerly as his muscles began to flex with the desire to move. Although he hadn’t put any force behind it, he began to shift his weight beneath you to spark the rocking of your hips. Like always, the purity of his emotions drove him: raw, unblemished love heightened his senses and made him unravel at the seams with only a simple touch from you. It was a tease when you took him entirely only to suspend your hips from moving, forcing him to dwell on the sensation of filling you without any other stimulation.

It was devotion in the worst possible way when you adored his size and worshipped his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to tangle your fingers into the fur that blanketed the spindles on his back. Silver wanted to plant his heels into the mattress and chase the feeling of your soaking wet walls clamping down on him, thrust inside you like he’d waited all his life for this moment; he itched to flip himself around, to lay you down against the bed, and to experience you like it was the very first time. The promise he made you that let you lead the night, however, held him back, making him bear the seconds it took for you to feel satisfied by his physical reaction to your affection.

You could feel the unrest simmering amongst his nerves; it affected the way he kissed you—his eagerness to have you made him push forward, pushing your head back slightly every time he tried to deepen the kiss—and enticed little noises from his chest. It was the clearest sign that showed you he was ready, waiting for you to continue where you stalled, so you did.

When you raised your hips, Silver held his breath, and when you lowered yourself back down, he broke the kiss to sigh. You repeated the action, gradually picking up speed as best you could in your position lying over him. All of your effort was concentrated in your thighs, controlling your movements with your knees, but Silver’s hands soothed the strain you felt when his fingers massaged you where they flexed. Sounds of enjoyment spread between the two of you as you gently rode him; short huffs grew into hushed moans that Silver tried to quiet out of habit, still unused to the way you could work him into an aching need or the way your walls made him throb with lust. For as commanding as his presence could be, underneath your swaying hips he was so easily reduced to his most basic needs.

How could he not be left in such a state when he could feel the head of his cock getting lost in your depths, forced to weep inside you as if you purposely tried to milk him? The way you held him down by a fistful of his fur had made him just as dizzy as well when the sting of your half-pull confused his mind, sneaking in between the waves of pleasure and lost in translation along the way. It was so good—the slicked, velvety feel of you all around his length and the soft slapping noise that came from you meeting his hips—that he got drunk off the feeling, not even realizing you’d begun to travel wet kisses over his jaw in between murmured praises.

“So kind and caring,” you commented, feeling his heart racing from where your breasts pressed against his chest. “Braver than anyone, and so loyal.”

You intentionally clench around him to feed into his arousal. “The way you can be depended on is so attractive; you have never once let me down. Every time you pull through, I’m tempted to drop to my knees and suck you off right then and there, no matter who’s watching.”

Unable to contain them, moans slipped through his lips, so sweet and melodious in their pitch that it made your love swell. You rose up in his lap, straightening your back until you could see him entirely; upright like this, you were able to extend the drag of your hips. Through hooded eyes, you looked down at him, watching the way his expression was squeezed shut in overbearing desire.

“Your naivety makes me want to ruin you, makes me want to show you how salacious the mind can truly be while I make you beg for reprieve—but your intensity? When your eyes turn sharp and there’s an obvious threat in your gaze? Oh, it makes me wish you would have your way with me, let out all that frustration on my body while you fuck me.”

Your words were marked by a particularly heavy fall that made Silver arch slightly, panting breaths falling from him faster than the pace you moved at. It was an effect of your words that made him visualize everything and feel everything as if they were happening in that moment, and he was drowning in the sensation. Although his heart felt light with your adoration, soaring higher than he could ever fly, his mind was weighed down by your seduction. The battle for his composure was quickly being lost no matter how hard he tried to keep the thrum in his blood steady.

“But nothing quite does it for me like when you are just you. So optimistic and curious, beautiful in your daily nature. I love it so much—I love you so much, Silver. I really love you more than anything else.”

He couldn’t help it. As if you had found the string holding him together and pulled with all your might, he came undone. There was a gasped warning where he tried so hard to tell you he was going to cum, but you started to roll your hips every time you lowered yourself, and it rendered him incapable of coherent thought.

Surrounded by complete devotion, he bucked up to meet your sways with throaty moans while his hands desperately held your hips down against him, preventing you from moving as he shot ropes of warm release into you. His orgasm had caught you off guard, but you hardly minded, quickly recovering from the surprise of being pulled down and lowering yourself back to how you were before so you could easily kiss him; your lips muffled the sounds slipping off his tongue, easing him down from his high.

When he relaxed back against the mattress, no longer tense with ecstasy, you raised your head to smile at him, “You’re so pretty.”

This orgasm had been more shocking than Silver had ever experienced, rendering him dazed from the rush of it, but he still lifted his hands to cup your face and pull you back to him. “I love you too,” he mumbled. “I don’t think I can live without you.”

“I’m not going anywhere, not unless you’re right by my side.”

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Frustration.

That was what drove Shadow as he snapped his hips into yours at an almost brutal pace, his face pulled into a heavyset frown as he bit down on your naked breast. Not even your gasping apologies could soften the flame of pleasure that he ignited inside you with every slide of his dick.

The snide remarks you had said to him minutes before bothered him still, annoyed him more than anything he’s ever faced, and he didn’t want to understand why. He couldn’t afford to, not when he knew he would only lose everything again if he did. So he chased it away instead, letting the raw and unrelenting storm of emotions pent up inside him out on your body, making you writhe beneath him in an experience of an inhuman ability.

It was worse when your eyes, teary from the force he tugged your orgasm with, met his that flickered with a luminosity—a show of the surging internal energy that caused your bedside lamp to stutter in its power. His stare was deep, sharpened by the red coloring the surrounding fur, and unwavering with its wild interest in what the biological reaction would be when he fucked you as if you were one of his kind.

The size difference was obsolete, ignored by both of you when he shoved your thighs apart and into the mattress in a stretch that tested your limits. Now, your stern chiding and nagging at him for his poor attitude and unwillingness was nothing more than a slew of mewls that were a product of his control. Your core was sloppy, completely soaked in a mixture of his saliva and his arousal, and creating a sound so lewd it was almost pornographic. Every time he slammed his hips against yours, he bottomed out, grunting as if he were overwhelmingly inconvenienced by the stop. It hadn’t mattered that you had taken hold of the spines on his head, tugging him back with a promise to be nicer as you struggled to keep up with the buildup of your pleasure.

Shadow had itched to feel you for too long to stop simply because you had already came. He’d been too bothered beyond belief to grant you respite when his addiction to your fluttering hole had taken root in him, offering him another reason to live. He had said he hated you, but did he really when he was spilling inside you with a spark of electricity, moaning your name like you’d offered him a benevolent dream?

True emotions showed in the way he couldn’t stop himself from taking advantage of his strength, holding you down as his cock remained hard between your walls, throbbing in need of release as if he hadn’t already drowned your cervix in white.

When 15 minutes became 30, and 30 became 60, you could hardly remember what had triggered this intensity. Another fight? Loneliness? Attraction? The answer did not matter when he would only let you think of him, sucking harshly at your nipples until you said his name in a whimper, and shifting your position until all of your body remembered his touch. His heavy breaths were silent against your moans—exactly what he wanted when each one made his tail go stiff and his cock leak all over you in another ascent to ecstasy.

Shadow considered pulling out at least once so he could defile your face or maybe mark your body with his cum, but to do so would mean to separate from you, and that was the worst thing that could happen. For tonight, he would make do with your begs and your sobbing assurances.

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ʚ♡ɞ Possessive!Silver is a bit strange with himself. He doesn’t want to restrict your freedom but it’s so unpleasant to see you living so enthusiastically without him that he often can’t help but keep you to himself. This doesn’t mean he won’t let you go out or hang with other people, it just means he’ll be with you while you do so.

ʚ♡ɞ Possessive!Silver gets jealous way too easily as a product of his world where he was used to having things for only himself by himself. So, while he’s fine with the fact that you have friends and family that you, technically, should visit, he has a deep desire to spend more time with you than there is in a day which leaves no room for them. You’re just so radiant to him! Is it so bad that he enjoys the your presence the way one would enjoy sunlight after winter?! The warmth of your body and of your love makes it hard for him to not keep you cuddled in his arms so selfishly.

ʚ♡ɞ Possessive!Silver who has the hardest time keeping distance between you two! He can’t resist the way you feel so he keeps a hand on your thigh or pulls yours over his lap so he can play with your fingers. It’s habit for him now to pull you by the hips just so you can be pressed against him.

ʚ♡ɞ Possessive!Silver who wraps a hand around your waist whenever he’s feeling envious of the ones who made you smile a little too wide, clinging to your side like a lost puppy. Who kisses you so suddenly because you looked too pretty and the reminder that he and you belonged to each other was just so overwhelming. All of his touches are hardly even lustful, done out of mere love and deep yearning to bask in your company.

ʚ♡ɞ Possessive!Silver may not even realize he’s possessive until someone makes a joke about it, asking you where your “guard dog” was when he was out of sight but not out of the way. However, he’s pretty open with his thoughts and concerns so he’ll bring it up with you, asking if he’s doing a poor job as your s/o by being too attached.

ʚ♡ɞ Possessive!Silver needs quite a bit reassurance that you’re doing okay, and that you still love him the most. He likes when you take the lead during intimate moments because it shows him you want it just as much as he does! And if he enjoys himself when you ride him a little too much, it’s completely justified by the way you look using him for your own pleasure.

ʚ♡ɞ Possessive!Silver who isn’t above using his psychokinesis to keep you still while he goes down on you, soaking his muzzle with your arousal and feeling on top of the world as you whine his name. He’s not quite bold enough to be a mean or teasing dom, but he’s adventurous and explores your boundaries alongside his interests. It was how he realized he loved to hear you ask permission to cum; the rush the control over your body gave him was unparalleled when he later reflected on who else could make you fall the way he did [spoiler: no one can].

ʚ♡ɞ Possessive!Silver who goes out of his way to make sure you have something of him on you at all times. It can be the smell of his soap or a hickey on your shoulder, though, preferably, it’s his seed trapped inside you, but he knows it’s uncomfortable for you to feel it seeping out as you go about your day, so he settles for his natural scent.

ʚ♡ɞ Possessive!Silver whose favorite words to hear are: “I’m yours”. Any way he can pull them out of you, he’ll do, whether it’s by making you giggle them in between affectionate kisses or making you moan them when he’s buried to his base inside you.

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ESPIO 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞

જ The type who is calm, collected, and patient…the most dangerous type

જ He inserted himself into your life so slowly and thoughtfully that you never realized you’d been isolated and obsessed over until you reflect on the fact that you forgot your friend’s birthday. It was worse when you cared less than you probably should have; but how could you feel bad over something you hardly remembered?

જ Espio is the one who keeps track of things, who knows what’s important and what you should be doing. “Don’t worry about it,” he’s told you so many times that now you struggle to care about anything other than the hour he’ll be home. He’s got you right where he wants you, so entirely dependent on him that his absence is hard felt, making you pout with big, watery tears whenever you wake up and he’s not in bed beside you like he should be. You don’t know he’s still there, invisible to your eyes, just so he can see how you’ll react—he’s not disappointed. He’ll act like he just came from the bathroom or the kitchen when he shows back up and wipes the damp trails from your eyes, quietly telling you that he’d only leave you if he was dead—that he’s the not like everyone else who’s abandoned you

જ That blind trust in him you show when you nod your head makes his ego swell beyond the borders of his body. Your obedience turns him on like nothing else, and after making you cry like that, he should perhaps make it up to you. So he does; kissing you slowly while his hands undo your clothes, dragging them off your body until you’re bare beneath him. Almost instinctively you spread your legs for him, mewling as he works his fingers into you, curling and spreading them into your walls so perfectly that it only takes a few minutes for you to orgasm. Once he pulls his fingers free, lifting his hand to show to the soaking arousal that strings between his fingers, he makes you wrap your lips around them to clean it up

જ It’s the least you can do for him after he’s done all he can to take care of you. Just like it’s the least you can do to let him sneak into the bathroom while you shower and fuck you while he’s camouflaged, loving the way your surprise makes you clench so hard around him, and getting off on the way your legs shake to keep yourself standing when his cock is hitting all the rights spots. He knows you know it’s him, but the way you still panic at the initial invisible touch makes him drip with pre-cum, throbbing heavily when you gasp and drop the sudsy sponge you had in your hands

જ Your home life is all that you need now that you’re dating Espio. There’s no reason for you to go to the store or work when he takes care of everything for you, telling you that you shouldn’t tire yourself out with petty things, so you’ve lost the ability to properly socialize. Even if you desired it so often before, Espio had brought the change of your life so gradually that now you don’t want anything other than to sit at home and dabble in your hobbies. Even things like anniversaries or birthdays are spent privately, with the two of you going away somewhere alone

જ He still remembers the one year his friends had gotten him roped into some action in celebration of his birthday, and he’d come home to you much later than he promised. The unlit cake on the counter and the way you curled up on the couch, drowning yourself in the light of the television, had made him aggressively berate himself. There was no way you’d believe him after a day like that, so he pulled out all the stops to make you forget—something he was the best at. He made you sing happy birthday to him while he ate his cake off your body, making sure to drag his long, flexible tongue along you to pick up every crumb, and when he finally got his mouth to the best part, you were already damp with arousal and dripping forgiveness. Why had you been sad again?

જ He told you he was taking care of things as he ate you out, making you repeat the details of his story back to him to make sure you were listening. It was always the easiest to convince you when he was between your legs, edging you towards your high slow enough that you became desperate and gripped his horn to pull him closer, promising that you believed him between whines. All those pleas eventually became your beliefs—Espio doesn't think he's brainwashed you, he's simply made you see the truth. And if he repeats this tactic all throughout your relationship, binding you in delicate knots and covering your senses while he buries his dick inside you to make you rely on his love for you, then he’s simply doing his role as your partner to the best of his abilities

INFINITE 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

✪ Doesn't believe in gods, but he’s made you his altar. He doesn’t think there are any greater, more powerful than him, yet he kneels for you. It’s a trap whenever he presents himself in dark devotion, holding out his hand like it’s an offering to the deity of fertility

✪ He is insane in all the best ways possible, fiery and explosive with the feelings he calls love, bursting with a need for rectification at the smallest inconsideration. His obsession does not let him feel jealous, no; he is so far above the stains on the ground that he does not care that someone flirts with you or gives you coy looks, but he does care when they touch you. It’s an instant show of his teeth beneath his helmet, the eye cover of his mask showing a frenzied pupil, constricted and focused in a seething anger. Ruby energy makes the room bleed red with black shadows…but you are his treasure, the source of all his strength, so he could never hate you, never want to

✪ You only need to be reminded that Gods Don’t Mingle With Common Folk—the bugs beneath his feet—so he fucks you, hard and fast and ruthlessly until he can shove his knot into your fluttering hole and plug it close, forcing your womb to adopt his seed, right in front of the offender while they’re frozen in place. You may beg and plead all you want, crying that they are watching, because that is exactly what he wants. That shame of having another person, he wants you to be buried in it until you learn this lesson that you are his alone to feel

✪ The smell of your sex and the offender’s fear makes his head spin with ecstasy, pulling his claws out and digging them into your hips so he can latch onto you even more possessively. When his base softens and he pulls out of you, he growls at the spillage of his cum, but he does nothing about it. Only pulls you up to your feet and leads you away, not letting you clean yourself up. He won’t raise his hand against you the way he does with others, but that does not save you from his punishments. You will be walking around completely soiled like this until you show him you’re sorry for letting yourself be defiled by the touch of the unworthy

✪ Luckily, he hates being out in the common world, so you’ll be in the privacy of your home when you’re left to soak in his release. But not even that comfort can save you from his rules: you’re not allowed to get redressed, and if his seed drips down your legs onto the floor, he’ll make you lick it clean. Every time he finds fault in you, he's pushing you down and ejaculating on some part of your body, making it so much harder for you to prevent it from falling—poor you who will pungently smell like his release by the end of the day

✪ Once you’ve been baptized by his cum long enough, and he decides to show mercy, he’s letting you bathe—he’ll even help you! Isn’t he so benevolent in the way he washes your back, murmuring in your ear how your delicate flesh was meant for his hands only—look how positively it reacts when he cups your pussy. Do you truly believe you would have the same response if some lowlife did this to you? Listen to the sound of your moans when he removes his helmet to lick his tongue across the bite mark on your shoulder—a permanent branding that shows his claim in you—that he’s embedded with his power, making it resonate with him whenever he’s hovering over it

✪ In what forced nightmare are you not his? Don’t you know jackals mate for life? Would you really want to leave him when he treats you so good, praising the way you breathe only to shove his cock deep into you in such a way that inhibits that very same ability? You like it too much, he sees it in the way you shiver for his touch, he hears it in the way you call his name, and he feels it in the way you cling to him afterwards, a satisfied smile on your lips as you drift into sleep while he’s still bound to you between your legs

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A childhood of joy was what you had, shared with the little blue hedgehog who constantly tapped his foot. Since the beginning there was a spark, one so vibrant and felt, that even the adults had learned to count the both of you as one. Childish games, loud whispers trying to be sneaky, and so much competition—that was the history that made your future.

Squeals of giggles echoed off the walls of the kitchen as Sonic chased you, both ignoring the way your parents chided you for the ruckus. Countless times they had told you two to play outside, but which young child had ever listened to reason? You ran as fast as you could, keeping a look behind your shoulder to make sure Sonic was far enough behind you, not able to make you ‘it’ with a single tag. It was in your blind watch that you collided head first into the side panel of the counter with a loud thud.

The impact knocked you down, pulling tears to your eyes as pain began to warm the space in your head. Before you could cry, however, Sonic appeared by your side, crouching down to inspect your head with questions about your condition. You nodded when you agreed that it hurt, pouting as your tears grew too heavy to hold, but he smiled. A young mind like his might not have known first aid, but it did know that he wanted to make you feel better; taking your hand in his, he stood up.

“Want me to smash the wall down? I learned a new move where I spin in a ball, like this, and go whoosh! Super fast, like that!”

He watched you wipe your eyes as you stood up, telling him your parents would get mad if he broke it; but you still wanted to see his trick, you told hum. So he lead you outside, checking where you had hit yourself once more before he told you to stay right where you were. For the rest of his time there, he had tried to recreate the move he accidentally accomplished.

The time passed him by, turning childhood innocence into a youthful curiosity where he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss you. Everyone had made it seem like it was normal, that these feelings would be fleeting—a puppy love that would be gone before he would reach adulthood. Maybe they were right, maybe he only needed his attention elsewhere and ignore the way he always wanted to linger in your company...or maybe they just didn't understand how much you really meant to him. Maybe he didn't know either, too caught up in how fun it was being your friend that he wouldn't want to focus on anything else

A sweet smell, one he knew to be your perfume, lingered on his bed. You had visited him today, like you always did, and draped yourself onto his pillow as you flipped through the pages of a comic book, like normal. It smelt nice, comforting, and…abnormally present in his senses as he laid under his sheets, motionless in an attempt to fall asleep. It was late and he was tired, but for some reason, your laugh was stuck between his dreams. He wondered why that was, why the scene of you watching him learn how to play his guitar flashed under his eyelids whenever he closed them. No matter how many times he tried to think about anything else, it always came back to you; with his arms under his head, he looked up at the moonlit shadows on his ceiling, tracing them with eyes as he forced himself into boredom.

Not every night was like this, but when it happened, Sonic frustrated himself. The only thing that ever really helped was going for a run, but he knew he couldn’t fall asleep outside again. The last time he’d done that, he’d shown up at your bedroom with twigs caught in between the quills he couldn’t reach, and listened to you list all the reasons why he was stupid for doing what he did while you got them out. Before he left, you told him you would let him suffer next time, and he wasn’t sure if you meant it or not when you crossed your arms and used that stern voice of yours that made him roll his eyes. He didn’t hate it, but he could easily mistake you for his mother whenever you spoke to him like that.

Now, without the promise of your help, he reconsidered his recklessness. He wasn’t known for this trait, but there was something about upsetting you that didn’t sit will with the hedgehog. Not knowing what that was, was just as bad.

Hundreds of thoughts filled his head—wondering whispers of how your skin felt, how your lips tasted, and how your body would look blanketed in a feverish flush—dazing him. When he saw you step out of the shower, dressed in nothing but a towel, he tried to remember how many times he'd seen this sight before as a young teen who had been childishly naive to your appeal to shun the rising feeling within him; he needed to cover up the sway of his pulse, hiding in the bathroom as he muffled the sounds of his panting with the falling water as he stood in the shower. A hand around his cock pulled him to the pleasure as he focused on the scene of you wet, bare beneath the small cloth of the towel, hating how much he wished to slip it off when you saw him as nothing more than a friend.

He had you now, your smile against his lips a reflection of the joy you felt. For too long now the two of you wallowed in the impossible idea of unreciprocated feelings, and now, with secrets revealed by heartfelt confessions, you held him in a way you never had before. His heart raced at the answers he’d found—not even his best imaginations could hold a candle to reality—too affected by the way the soft kiss turned heavy. It was mirror to your story, where innocent bonds had become salacious feelings.

When he pushed you down, a gentle hand on your shoulders encouraging you onto your back, he climbed over you with a smug grin parting your mouths. “I’ve had too many dreams that start off like this,” he told you, “I really hope this isn’t another.”

His playful nature had never left him, not even as he kissed down your jaw, following the skin revealed by his fingers removing your clothes. How could it when it was a part of him? He would never want to be anyone else with you, showing himself entirely, long tired of kept secrets. You didn’t seem to mind, smiling with emotion so raw it made you drunk on the feeling, and chasing his hands to hold the moment he pressed his tip against you. There was a pause before he pushed in where he asked you to repeat your words from earlier—“Tell me again how much you love me,” he said in a murmur, nosing your cheek. “I want to hear you admit it again, that this isn’t something new.”

The words you told him were the same as before, not a single one erring from the original reveal, and it made his heart race. Pressed against you as he was, he knew you could feel it—he could feel yours. Satisfaction pulled his hips towards yours, making him sink into your heat with bated breath. You sighed heavily, as if a great relief had been lifted from your shoulders, and called his name; he hadn’t even realized he’d shut his eyes to savor the feeling until you were squeezing his hands with yours. Rising to meet you, he kissed you once more, doing nothing but soaking in the feeling of you, breathless at the way you completed him, while he pressed his lips to yours.

Sonic couldn’t tell if seconds or hours had passed when time seemed to stop, allowing you two a moment to exist as nothing but the other’s dream. When he started moving it was only because he was sure he’d stay locked here forever if he didn’t.

And he was so glad he had.

The sounds earned from you were better than the wind in his ears, and the feel of you warmed him more than the sun. He couldn’t stop himself from going faster and faster, as fast as he always was, fast enough that you arched up into him and pushed your legs around his hips to hold yourself steady. Your voice spurred him on, cries caught by his tongue making him rest more of his weight on you in a want to be closer.

All those years of distance, of holding back, he had to make up for.

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↝For some reason, he only knots during mating season. He doesn't know why that happens, or how he's able to control it, but has a hypothesis that it may have to do with how fast he takes life. Being so used to moving onto the next moment means his body has adapted, able to keep up with him and his lifestyle

↝However, it's a bit of a complicated love-hate relationship that he has with his inability to knot off-season; while he loves being able to fuck you into delusion and then walk away with you hand-in-hand like nothing happened, he hates to see his release spilling from your hole. As much as he knows that it's only his instincts flaring up with dissatisfaction and not really him, he can't help but wish he could do more than push the leaking cum back into you with his finger

↝But when his rut does come around? You're going to be nothing short of dug out by the end of it. The thing with Sonic is that he will keep thrusting until he can't anymore—stopped by the sheer size and your discomfort—but the moment he's able to slip out just enough, he's back to his original pace. Basically, he's using his knot to get you off, knowing that it's pressing into all the right spots because he can feel you trembling beneath him with effort to keep breathing

↝Something about the idea of it turns him on, and when you tell him you miss the feeling of it, he's bursting with adrenaline. It's also another reason he has loves-hates off-season—he can't fill you up that same. Still, it makes the experience all the more lewd when anticipation mixes with greed. The sound of his knot slipping in-and-out of your soaking wet cunt? It's what his dreams are made of

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⛧He had more important things to do than to masturbate; it didn't help that he never found himself aroused! Maybe it was never the right time, maybe there was never a right person, or maybe it had to do with the fact that he was created in a lab—whatever the reason was, Shadow would not know he would knot during sex until his very first time with you

⛧He didn't even realize his base was swelling until it was suddenly becoming harder to thrust, and you were gasping harder at the new size. When he looked down, he felt his pulse slow dramatically at the discovery

⛧Why was he suddenly bigger? Was that a normal thing, or was that Black Doom's influence? Was he going to hurt you?!

⛧The slight panic made him consider stopping, yet the moment you felt him make a move to pull away, you clung to him and told him to keep going, that it felt so good and that you were so close

⛧He didn't want to deny you—and he, himself, felt irritated by the thought of stopping now—so he continued. This time, however, he adjusted his thrusts to make them shallow, only using the span of his length that wasn't swollen despite his instincts telling him to plug you. It wasn't the best idea...

⛧Not when the two of you met your orgasms with choked moans, and he was so utterly unsatisfied by the open air around his knot that he remained hard and flushed red. He pulled out of you when he noticed you trying to recover from the passion and ignored the annoyance of his desire while he checked on you, asking if you were okay

⛧It took some explaining from you for him to realize it was completely normal before he actually started knotting you. His understanding unleashed the brunt of his breeding kink, and now he uses it against you in the best way possible.

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ʚ♡ɞ He had a vague understanding of knotting before everything; he knew it happened and the purpose behind it, but being so focused on the constant torrent of hell around him didn't allow him to explore it much. It doesn't help that his rut—and most other animal instincts—was inhibited by the constant stress he felt growing up, eventually becoming dormant until he later got comfortable in Sonic's time period

ʚ♡ɞ Even then, it took some time for him to properly experience his full biology. His body had adapted to survival which meant, at first, his knot was not fully present, allowing him the ability to slip out immediately—not that he did. Just because his body behaved one way doesn't mean his heart/mind followed; he loved the feeling of being inside you, so he selfishly rested there even after cumming

ʚ♡ɞ In truth, he forgot how big it could really swell! Before he realized it, he went from being able to have quickies hidden away from wandering eyes, to having to keep his cool until you got home because he knew he would be stuck to you for a couple of minutes at least. It's as if his body is making up for lost time when he seals you up, spilling inside you in heavy amounts and trapping it for longer than usual—the down side to the amount of time it takes for him so soften is that he gets turned on by you cockwarming him...

ʚ♡ɞ For this reason, while he loves it when you go down on him or use your hands, there's no satisfaction like the one brought by breeding you. It makes him a little shy to face that fact, but that meekness is quite to disappear in the midst of his rutting into you

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Misunderstandings were dangerous, the loudest threat to your stability when even the implication of one could have you pinned down, a snarl on Infinite's lip as he meanly laughed at your display. You hated it when he called you "child", knowing it was a name meant for those who had a lesson to be learned, yet it was all he had addressed you by since the very moment he pulled you away from those angering eyes. There no privacy to the wall he took you behind and backed you into, no room for you to explain yourself when he was invading you, and no decency to the way he forced you to the ground.

He was annoyed—by your easily swayed behavior and by the one who took your attention—but he was brilliant in his disguise of it. There was no reason for him to panic, less for him to feel jealous, and he was well aware of it. No matter how pathetically you begged, it was never a plead to stop, and that was all the more reason he needed to sink his teeth further into you. You were smart enough to know whose you were, had enough common sense to know you could never find better—Infinite often considered rewarding such obedient behavior but where was the thrill of soft, gentle words when you loved the hand that captured you?

Even now, when he had you on your knees, your chest pressed to the earth and your hips high up for him to use, you cried his name. Only his name. Feeble and meek, broken down by the way he held the back of your neck down with one hand while his other pinned your wrists to your spine, you could do nothing but take the way he thrust into you. By now, you were a soaking, sloppy mess of too many orgasm and not enough recovery—a result that showed in the arousal dripping down your thighs.

By your face was Infinite's mask, sharp and fearsome as it stared at you even without eyes seeing through it. The presence alone had you clenching down, feeling overwhelmed by how much of your space the jackal occupied.

"Child, I can feel your desire," Infinite growled from above, marking his words by hard thrusts that shoved his knot between your walls, "I can smell it. Have you no shame for lusting over your punishment?"

Your shoulders felt sore from the angle they bent back at, held there for too long, so when he pulled at your arms you whimpered.

"What lessons will you learn if you enjoy being used like this? Is this what you wished for when you lingered around those fools? To be spread and taken by me for all their eyes to see? You beg for me to keep going, only to whine that it's too much—"

His voice was gravely with his carnality, rasped by the way each breath was forced from his lungs through every thrust. It was almost enough to distract you from the sounds coming up from between your legs, where slicked glides met inflamed skin. "Such indecision is an embarrassment. Is it me you want? Them? Ha...why don't you try to tell me. Give me an answer to show me you can think for yourself, child."

A gasp caught in your throat when he squeezed the back of your neck the very same moment he surged forward to still his hips in the depths of you. There he stayed, not moving despite the way his cock twitched in dissatisfaction, waiting for your words. Frowning at the abrupt cut of the numbing pleasure, you squirmed under his hold.

"Don't..." you mumbled, voice as shaky as your thighs.

Infinite's smirk was nothing but malicious, "speak up, child."

"Don't call me child."

"Hm? Is that really all you want to say? Are you certain?"

For the first time since he stole you away from your friends, you tried to escape his grip, "I'm not a child."

"No," you felt the edges of his claws digging into you, "a child would not be so brave—but they would be so naive. Where does that put you, then?"

Sudden broad licks of his tongue met the side of your face, and you shut your eye to protect it from the drag, while imperceptible gyrations nudged his tip too far into you, making you tense with a hold of your breath whenever it kissed the mouth of your cervix. Your fingers flexed in his hold, discontent over your pleasure’s disruption; “The title of being your partner should be enough,” you complained, hearing the whine of petulance in your own voice. “Loving you, even when you’re so mean like this.”

“‘Mean’?” Infinite repeated, catching onto that single word that you spoke. A dark chuckle, sonorous in it’s pitch, filled your ear. “My dear pet, you know nothing of the difference between the torment and mercy I give. You think me mean? Well then, why don’t I show you just how mean I can be?”

He pulled away from you entirely, lifting himself from where he bent over you until he was free enough to flip you onto your back. You still hadn't regained control of your arms when he was quick to hold them above your head, hovering over you with a sharp look in his dual-colored eyes. There was an arrogant, unforgiving atmosphere surrounding him that reminded you of his reputation, restoring the name of his devastation, and it should have made you nervous, worried even.

Yet you preened under that deadly smile, insatiable for the maleficent hands that pinned you down.

Infinite knew, if not by the way you squirmed for him, then by the aromatic need washing off you and drowning his senses. A pleased hum reverberated in his chest, matching the pulsing glow of the ruby captured in the center. It was the only serene moment you had before you were accosted by the harsh pace set by his hips. The high that had been simmering before was revived, rekindled by the new depths the jackal reached in this position meant for the goal he had in mind. With his lips curled up, showing the pointed canines, he dropped his face to your throat where he could spread his jaw over.

The sensitivity from your previous orgasms had left you vulnerable to the force of his heavy cock; each time he buried his knot between your folds, he ensured it was brutal. How could you know the extent of his corruption if he didn't show you what a mate like you was meant for. By now, it was his pleasure over yours as he forced you still with the threat of biting down on the column of your neck, bringing a degree of danger when his teeth marked the muscles protecting your airway. Faint growls replaced his words, punctuated by each thrust of his hips, and enhanced by the way you whimpered.

You were rapidly approaching your peak again, submitting to the way he handled your body; even a will of iron could not withstand the way he treated this moment ferally. Being little more than porcelain in his hands, breaking over and over again as he wracked your nerves with a titillating pressure, meant nothing to Infinite—not even as you tightened around him, wanton cries showcasing your overstimulated state. He continued, uncaring, and focused completely on the pleasure catching his pulse; although he felt it more slowly, an effect of his enhancement, eventually he would cum. He would make sure of it, make sure to trap it inside you for hours if he felt like it. Whatever it would take for you to learn the lesson that you were his.

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↝He wants you standing against the wall, or sitting on a counter—whatever will let him get down on his knees and reach up for you as if he were picking fruit

↝Is always very messy and fast with it, wanting you to cum on his lips like his life depends on it

↝But he gets so caught up in shoving his tongue deep within you, so eager for a taste, that he doesn’t even realized he’s starting pumping his cock with a desperation that matched his mouth

There was a gluttonous need in the way Sonic buried his face between your thighs, lips curled around you to suck lightly wherever arousal dripped from you. With nothing but your weak knees holding you up against the wall, tremors wracked your body, making your hold on Sonic's quills all the more desperate. The grip stung slightly, but he couldn't care any less when he was too distracted by you; the sounds of your moans spurred him on, eliciting drools of his own anticipation from the slit of his tip.

When he had begun to drag his finger through it, using it to ease the slide of his hand against himself, he hadn't known. Yet, you had seen it all despite your wavering eyes. From start to finish—as you looked down at him with a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries—you had caught the sneaking touch, watching as his expression furrowed at the very first stroke. It was almost absentmindedly as he quickened his pace, tightening his fingers over his shaft the closer he brought you to your peak. The vibrations of his groans had been all that it took for you to tense—and the way your thighs trembled to close had been all that he needed.

On his knees, he wildly bucked into his hands while you spasmed with your orgasm; despite how much he enjoyed pushing you towards this ecstasy with his mouth alone, his head was filled with the memory of being buried deep inside, pushing your limits with the head of his cock. So when he came in thick ropes of white, he imagined them staining your body, shoving his tongue all the more deeper inside your entrance to cope with the heavy weight of his release.

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⛧He wants you sitting on his face, full weight so he can get a mouthful; doesn’t let you move though, forcing you still by his arms that wrap around your thighs so he can control your pleasure

⛧His pace is slower as he savors every lick—if you happen to fall into desperation and beg for him to go faster, then it’s even better

⛧The fact that his length is aching with need, twitching angrily in its neglect, doesn’t bother him; it’s always your pleasure above his

Shadow's pride had locked you in place above him, forcing you to steady yourself on the bed frame as he toyed with your pleasure. It was unclear if he did it purposefully, wanting to tease you with the slow drag of his tongue and a faint suck on your nerves each time he reached them, or if he was simply enjoying himself. No matter the answer, he took his time building up your orgasm only to pull away with his tongue lolled out the second you got too close to it.

Prolonging it was the goal as Shadow wanted to experience your flavor for much longer than you could last, so he resorted to edging. You knew, from the very moment he guided your hips to his face, that you would not meet your end for as long as he wished. Even with his cock hard and weeping at his hips, he did not rush, not caring that he could instead have you in any position that allowed him to bury himself to the hilt inside you.

Until his greed expanded, demanding more from you in the form of your arousal, he would remain steady shoving his tongue as far as he could reach in place of his length.

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ʚ♡ɞ He wants you on your back with his elbows pressing into your thighs, and his hands holding your hips; it’s a basic position but no less great when he’s able to take as much as he wants from you while you relax comfortably

ʚ♡ɞ His pace leans towards fast despite how slow he tries to take it; it’s inevitable when his eagerness completely swallows his patience

ʚ♡ɞ But his brain can’t tell the difference between eating you out and fucking you, both being just as pleasurable for him, so he will cum untouched

Impatience took over Silver, filling his mind with pure want, and concentrating his unwillingness to pause. He was bordering desperate as he spread his mouth wide over you, mouthing at the space between your legs in a fashion all too similar to the way he bit down on an apple. How many times now had he told you the addiction was all the same, muffled apologies falling from his lips in whimpers as your pleasure sparked his, making him stumble in his technique that brought you closer to the edge.

Yet, despite how badly he ached for just a touch of friction against his flushed cock, it was enough for him to taste you on his tongue. All it took for him to be overwhelmed was him pressing so far against you that the edge of his nose brushed against your clit; all his senses were clouded by you, and perhaps it was his failing breathing pattern that cut off the oxygen in his mind, but all too soon he was lifting his muzzle away from you in a rounding arch of his back. His knees spread an inch further apart as he thrust against nothing, and his fingers dug into the sinews of your hips as he came with gritted teeth.

Used to it by now, you quickly slipped your hand down to continue where he left off, feeling yourself just as near to your own orgasm. Just as always, that motion was all Silver needed to recover from his daze—he was never one to leave a job half done, even if he paid the price with his own over-sensitivity.