You’d lost count after the fourth.

The worst, or rather best, part was that he was incredible. You’d cum so many times you’re sure you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Even if you could, the hickeys you sport along your neck and collarbones make looking professional nearly impossible.

But god, your boyfriend was just insatiable.

"Xavier I-I can't..." Your grip on his soft hair is tight, and when you tug him away just slightly he whimpers at the feeling.

Slick coats your inner thighs, but it doesn’t stay there long. Xavier’s eyes nearly roll back as his tongue cleans it up, teeth scraping the thin skin and making you whine.

The sensation of his warm tongue, so so close to your aching pussy, is enough to make need stir in your stomach once more.

“I-fuck-I really can’t handle your tongue anymore…” Your back arches, seeking out his warmth as he moves up your body. Lithe fingers grip your thighs, and suddenly you’re nearly folding in half as his bare cock grinds against your sensitive folds.

if he wants to be a bit mean, he'll place the tongue depressor further up your tongue, until it sits close to the back of your throat. then he gets to hear you gag a little, gets to see your throat swallow and his mind wanders. his thoughts turn indecent as he imagines you gagging around his cock, swallowing around his tip as you drool all over his girth.

"everything looks good," zayne always tells you and you always thank him with a pretty smile. your voice slightly raspy from gagging and zayne has to discreetly readjust himself in his slacks.

and then. you go to their work or job or friends and they’re all like ????? they don’t even know who you’re talking about. his whole reputation is that he’s kinda of terrifying. and they’re just looking at you almost pitifully

Whilst being his bodyguard, you attracted a little more attention from his fans than anticipated. AKA: They make fan edits/thirst traps of you and rafayel finds out!

xaviers ver | zaynes ver | calebs ver | sylus ver |

Nobody can convince me that Zayne is not freaky af

It starts out soft. Peppering gentle kisses through your clothed clit, hardening it in the process, and creating a cute wet spot on your underwear.

"Aww, cutie, you're so sweet! I can already see your pretty pearl harden for me!" You squirm at the embarrassment of your sensitivity, but Rafayel regains control quickly, holding your thighs open for him to marvel at your glory. 

Rafayel does not bother with taking your underwear off. He wants to taste you now, and what he wants, he gets. 

Upon sliding your panties to the side, he follows a strict protocol; using his thumb and index finger, he gets a real good look at you. He inspects your twitching hole, teasing the entrance with the tips of his finger. He'll "accidentally" flick your clit, and when your body spasms at the sudden contact, he'll let out a soft chuckle. 

When you start to desperately buck your hips against his mouth, that's when Rafayel sloppily eats you out. 

It doesn't matter how much of a mess you both make; he will hang his mouth open, letting all of his spit dribble onto your soaking cunt. 

and when you cum wetly and sobbing, he greedily catches your slick to swallow and taste. his glasses all wet and smeared as he groans heavily at how hard he's made you cum. because he did this to you—he ruined you.