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but when he switches that fake tone off, whether to fight wanders, address his backtrackers, or to pound into you mercilessly, god does it wreck you.

“ ‘s too early, xavier. don’ want the neighbors to h-hear,” you gasp out, your back dipping into a deep curve when he intentionally thrusts forward to dig in you deeper. “ a-ah! right thereee!”

“ hah, there’s my nasty girl, what happened to you not wanting to wake the neighbors?” well, if they were asleep, they certainly aren’t now. xavier tends to go fast only a couple minutes into sex, often making your headboard slam against the wall with such brutality that it leaves dents or cracks in the wall, even splitting your headboard in half when the sex was particularly breathtaking that night. “ you’re grip me even tighter when the frame hits the wall; you must like letting people know your husband is fucking you good.”

his roughened hand spreads your sore ass cheek, exposing a creamy white ring of arousal around the base of his cock, before momentarily disappearing as he slips deep into your heated warmth. letting the round skin go, not without delivering a ringing slap to your flesh, he surprises you enough to lurch forward.

“ well, too bad for them. ‘m not good at sharing what’s mine. never have, never will be.” the next breath you take is fresher as he pulls your hair, clutch taut enough to make your back meet his chest.

he wraps the same hand around your throat, squeezing the sides to make sugary gasps fall from your mouth, pressing a heated kiss to the corner of your mouth his hips resume, this time abandoning the slow but steady pace, now surely fucking you with the ruthless speed he always took.

“ x-xavier, haaaah, fuck! ‘s too fast for the morning!” he squeezes the sides of your throat before twisting his hand to push you back on all fours. your shaky fingers grip and dig impossibly deep into the sheets, as your vision blurs, almost making you dizzy. above you, he’s on cloud nine— the specks of light are an easy tell. “ ohhhh! so fucking deep in me!”

his deep cerulean eyes wandered everywhere across your body, broadly displayed underneath him, catching how the way your ass ripples with every slam forward and how your thighs will shake when he only inserts the tip in. suffice to say, most of your day will be spent in bed, as your hunter husband beats all spots that you didn’t know existed.

“ oh, starlight. if only you knew how gorgeous you look right now, displayed beneath me while you take what i give you.” every inch of xavier’s length staggers and proudly takes claim in you deeply, causing your eyes to cross and gaze meet at the tip of your nose. “ i bet your face looks even better, wish we had a mirror right now…”

his voice trails off in thought and you feel a pang of irritation swell up. is the man seriously thinking about fucking you in front of a mirror while thrashing your body around like a weightless ragdoll? despite this, you turn your head to see him, to see if he’s truly unbothered, and that is far from true.

his eyes meet yours as you glance back at him, holding you in some sort of lust trance as you can’t pull away. the sight of him breathless, shirtless where you can see his chest rise and fall with quickened breaths, while his pants are hastily shoved down at the peak of his thighs. his lips quirk into a soft smirk, flashing you his fangs while his hands knead and mush your ass like it was dough.

“ don’t look at me like that, star. you’re going to make me cum too e-early.”

“ c-cum on my thighs, xavie. i know you like them.” you shyly offer, and seeing how his smirk tugs into a furrowed frown, you know he won’t refuse. now he’s the one that looks pussy-drunk. “ don’t hold back on me, wan’ everything.”

“ f-fuck, d’you not hear yourself right now?” he grabs your elbows, twisting and crossing them as you’re unceremoniously shoved face first back into the sheets. he uses this as his leverage, body leaning above yours, your walls still struggling around the stretch of him while your eyes are closed, a fucked out grin on your face at the overwhelming sense of exhilaration. “ y-you’re impossible, a fucked out brat at that.”

a guttural grunt escapes from him, and before you can register it, a warm substance paints the back of your thighs with a translucent shade. your body goes placid, soaking up the sight of his head thrown back while his fist vigorously pumps more and more liquid from his rounded tip. after a few more pumps, his fade officially ends, resting his cock in between your cheeks like a lewd sandwich.

all is tranquil, your body relaxing into the bed completely fine with the fact that you might not get your own orgasm as of right now.

that is until you feel him move; his wet tongue licks up his cum before licking stripes on your swollen, twitching clit. “ what? you thought i wasn’t going to make you cum?”

what. the. fuck.

ZAYNE ☆

it shouldn’t be a surprise that your doctor husband is very good at using his fingers— after all, he is the best cardiac surgeon in linkon city. but you couldn’t help but be surprised every time he breaks you down and builds you up with such precision using his fingers alone.

the environment in zayne’s room held that familiar warmth but lingering coldness to it, like all doctors do. the box of lunch you packed for him sat unattended on his desk, his coat draped over his office chair while your bodies are placed on his sofa. legs displayed over his so that you won’t close them as his fingers mashes against your sweet spot, inflicting whimpers in the still atmosphere.

“ although i love your sounds, my love, it’s best if you keep them down. do you want greyson and the other doctors to hear how you break on my fingers?” zayne breathed his question into your ear, seemingly getting his answer as your walls clenched around his digits, ultimately sucking them in and latching on with a vice-like grip. “ but knowing you… you like the thought of that.”

“ n-no, ‘s embarrassing!”

“ you want me to believe you… when you sound like this?” silence falls as the wet sounds of your pussy squelching fill in the air. loud ‘ shlick!’ noises echo off his office; part of you wants to care that you’re at the hospital and anyone at any minute could walk in on the greatest cardiac surgeon finger fucking his wife, but the other part wants you to be louder so that people know that zayne is yours, and you are his— if they didn’t already. “ i thought i told you to spare your thoughts for me when you first walked in here, teasing me in that short sundress i bought for our anniversary.”

you whine, head shifting on his shoulder to nip at his jawline. “ can you blame me? you’ve been neglecting your poor wife like a meanie.” behind you, zayne is a wreck also. his glasses sit low on his nose, his tie is loose on his dress shirt, and a few buttons are popped, displaying the marks you made vibrant and clear as day. marks that scream your name and that he’s yours, legally so.

“ am i being a meanie, or was i just busy with my job? but i don’t have any complaints, besides the thought of someone seeing you dolled up.”

“ o-oh,” despite your current predicament, you bark out a wet, but shaky laugh. “ it’s funny seeing you jealous about me, zaynie.”

“ what’s funny is that you are trying to act unbothered right now.” zayne immediately claps back, witty as ever, the prick— but he’s not wrong. you can barely speak a sentence without moaning or stuttering, and your thighs are quivering mess where they are spread over his still ones. and with one particular thrust to your sweet spot, your body lurches upward as sparks of pleasure develop from the source and trace their way up your spine, numbing your brain in the process. “ you like it when i touch you there? that’s right, you always do.”

zayne’s fingers are experts at saving lives, and making you see stars effortlessly— god bless those anatomy lessons.

with every push and pull he delivers to your sopping cunt, you feel your mental state slipping further and further. his calculated fingers press on where your bladder is and pause, much to your dismay. “ have you been drinking enough water, my love?”

“ i… um, y-yeah?”

“ from your tone, i can’t believe you, but we’ll find out if you’re telling the truth or not.” with that, he continues, this time with much more deliberate force. your body curls up as he stimulates your bladder with the intention of a madman, but the arm holding you steady tilts your head up to look into his lust-clouded hazel-green eyes. “ i need you to relax for me, if you want me to make you feel good. relax and don’t fight the feeling.”

is he… trying to make you squirt?

your mouth intends to say something, but broken gasps are all that bubble out. your hips ride the feeling of pending ecstasy while your eyes can’t move from his, pulling you deeper into a love state trance.

“ h-hah, a-are you trying to make me squirt, dr. zayne. how perverted.”

“ just something i’ve always wanted to try, and what’s a better moment than now?” his lips pressed against yours in a searing kiss, releasing all his pent up frustration on the kiss as the hand that once tilted your head up squeezed at your throat, making you more keenly aware of the feeling, sound, and most importantly him. “ it shouldn’t take long to see if you’re lying or not, judging by the way she’s sucking me in so greedily.”

“ fuh— fuck, i think ‘m gonna squirt! can feel it!” your nimble fingers find purchase in his raven locks, completely shattering any image of him trying to act composed as if clothes didn’t tell a different story. he pushes up into your gummy g-spot, stimulating the area impossibly more— and that was your end. your body thrashes before stilling as clear fluid shoots from your pussy, spraying and staining the sofa cushions and the area below that. “ o-oh my god! your making me a mess!”

if anyone didn’t know you were having sex before, they sure do now. the evidence lies on the saturated cushions, floor and also zayne’s pants. your body relaxes back down with pants, grunting when he pulls his now glistening, slick fingers out of your hole with a resounding ‘pop!’ sound.

“ be a good girl and suck them clean for me?”

RAFAYEL ☆

the stroke game that this man has on him? unholy. nothing less to expect of a merman though.

“ rafa— yel!” you moan out under the said man as he has your wrists crossed and pinned to the couch cushion. your marked thighs are thrown over his scratched, broad shoulders, his cock pistoning in and out of your pussy with rapid succession.

the compromising position he folded you into made one thing clear: you’re his, and that he’s far from done with you. i mean, that shouldn’t have to be stated anyway; knowing the stamina your siren husband possesses it’ll be no surprise if you went from the couch to the bedroom floor.

“ yeah, cutie? is it too much for you, is your husband fucking you s’good?” he mocks you. rafayel can be so cruel at times, from the way he taunts to how he fucks. his once dual blue and pink colored eyes are now dominated by dark pink— a sign of his lust, as they take in the sight of your pussy clamping around the base of his dick, reappearing and disappearing with every calculated thrust he pushes into your sweet spot, briefly knocking against your cervix. “ she’s sooo messy and greedy. you were just crying about how you couldn’t take it anymore, but now you’re clinging on to me like i’ll let go.”

your vision is spinning, brain mushy, but the only thing that rings relevant is rafayel and the way how he’s making you feel oh so good.

he shifts his posture— removing his rigid hand from pinning your wrists so that they can now pin your hips to the cushion, grip bordering on painful. his face is now in view instead of the ceiling as he practically breaks you in more. the sight of him is nothing to take for granted: his eyes are sharper, kiss-plumped lips twisted into a slick grin while his eyebrows furrow with concentration.

“ so cute. so unaware that i’m nowhere near fulfilled,” with that, his lips slot over yours in a searing kiss. he nips your bottom lip, just enough to draw blood, which he chases after with an impatient tongue while you whimper from the sting. and with your lip split in half, his thrusts resume. one precise roll of his hips makes you gasp sharply as your toes curl over their place on his shoulders.

“ o-oh my godddd!” your eyes are clouded with an explanation beyond lust, your tongue rolls out your mouth, letting drool seep from the corners as your eyebrows are pinched tight. “ so fuckin’ good! wan’ you to cum in me, please breed me!”

“ breed you? gosh, when did my pretty girl get so vulgar?” he plants kisses from the corner of your mouth, leading to your earlobe as he gently nips the flesh. his hips seem to pleasure and map out every inch of your pussy expertly, to the point where punched-out gasps are all you can create. it’s all too much. his voice, hips, words— they’re all working in sync to turn you dick drunk. “ if you want me to breed you, then you’ll have to accept all of it. every last drop, or i’ll fuck you to the point where you’re too stuffed to function.”

your eyes numbly close. body full of euphoria, and soon, his cum too.

“ hellooooo, earth to cutie,” he drawls, his thumb teasing the skin of your stomach, trailing down until he reaches your swollen albeit neglected, clit, where he presses down, eliciting a jerk from your shocked body.

“ y-yes! i can take it, make me cum m-more.”

“ so many demands… but who am i to deny you?” the grin he wore faltered before twisting down into a snarl. his playful demeanor is nowhere to be found, and you can bet it’s because he’s bordering on close to cumming. the pressed flicks on your erect pearl match the speed of his hips as the hands plastered on your bent upper thighs are used as leverage to fuck you in harder.

the strength of him rocking you and the couch combined, knocking out punctured groans and grunts from both of your lips while his dick imprints his name into your heated cunt. “ ‘m gonna cum, and you better take it all, f-fuck.”

your hands fly down to press your nails into his buttocks, leaving marks of your nails that he’ll definitely complain about later. “ fill me up, fill my pussy up; ‘s all yours, rafie.” your whisper trembles as you feel the weight of your orgasm sneaking up.

and with the fervent contact on your clit and sweet spot, you’re cumming. body arching forward in overwhelming pleasure as heaved gasps leave your mouth. it’s not long before rafayel cums along— no, inside of you. but to call it a lot or messy would be an understatement.

“ fuuuuck, cutie, i-i’m cumming. hah, you take me so g-good.”

his body goes completely limp on top of yours, chests moving at their own pace as you both come down from your high, skin to skin. rafayel leans his head up to press another kiss against your lips, this time less rough but more passionate. his tongue sweeps the cut he made on your bottom lip as a silent apology but you couldn’t care to hold a grudge against him for it.

i mean, he did just rock your whole world, couch included.

SYLUS ☆

the inches he has packing below the belt? beyond your expectations. and every time you’d have sex it’s more mind blowing than the last time.

“ are you sure you can ride me? you can’t even handle it when we’re in missionary.” sylus chuckles below you, legs parted wide enough to suit your much smaller body facing toward him, and above him you hiss through the ache of his cock splitting your walls.

he is so big that the outline of his cock peeks through your stomach every time you bounce up and down, your juices making his cock glimmer whenever it appears, just for a second before being greedily sucked in by your warm slit.

“ shut up. don’t talk to me, just enjoy the r-ride.” you can feel yourself cringe when he chuckles even harder at your cute stutter. just from a couple of bounces you were already past the brink of being tired, but stubbornness fueled you; you refuse to give in to sylus’ pride.

“ why would i want to do that, kitten? i want to hear how you struggle to take me,” his hands that were once behind his head, while radiating that laid back vibe, spring forward to trace the valley between your breasts. salacious gaze soaking up the lewd clockwise motion your boobs bounce in. he leans forward, leaving you no choice but to scramble for steadiness on his broad shoulders; your pleasure stricken face soon turns into a deep frown, the one that sylus loves to provoke. “ how your thighs tremble from the stretch, and how you’re gripping me oh so tig—”

“ i told you to sit back.” you push at his chest, and his back meets the headboard with a thump— a little harsh but it’s nothing compared to what he takes daily. you find the pink bow you once wrapped around his bicep earlier, and pin his wrists together to tie them. to think all of this started over the bow was insane; that’s what you get for following trends. “ next time i’ll duct tape your mouth too.”

“ yeah?” he whispers, dick twitching from its confinement in your walls. unsurprisingly, he’s getting off to you domming him. again.

“ yeah.” during your exchange, your body doesn’t stop rocking against him, before you return to your original pace. as the headboard and mattress squeak and shake, so did your hips. you plant your hands on his sturdy pecs, fingernails slightly digging into the stiff muscle while your lower body moves sensually against him.

every pump of his cock, touching your sweet spot and impossibly beyond wrecks through you at full speed. hips steadily rocking against his forcibly still ones with heated eye contact in the mixture. with the way you took control and rode him, he wouldn’t mind having sex like this every. single. time.

the pad of your thumb swipes against his bitten lip, pulling it down from his teeth to bring it to your mouth. and distantly, sylus has to chant prayers to not cum on the spot. “ mhm. you taste good. don’t you like being a good boy for me, sylie?”

good boy? he’ll make you eat your words later. right now? he’s too focused on how cute you look, and the immense contentment.

“ you’re having fun being in control; maybe i’ll let you do this more often. you’d like that, obviously.” each bounce drew pierced sounds from your moaning mouth and slovenly cunt. the tie that will snap making your pleasure heightened was so close but so far away at the same time. there’s no one else dick that can compare to sylus’; you’re convinced that he set the sex standards insanely high for you. regardless of the fact, you continue to ride him, blinking through the hot tears threatening to fall from your eyes due to the high of delectation. “ but then again, i don’t think you’d be able to handle me like this all the time.”

“ wanna cum, sylus…” you lick your fingertips, covering them in your salvia before reaching down give your throbbing clit the attention it’s longed for, his favorite sight to watch. whether you’re in doggy, missionary, or cowgirl sylus will always get drunk off the sight of you taking what’s yours while he gives your needy clit attention, but since his hands are tied you fill in that spot.

“ then we’ll both cum t-together. just keep doing what you do best.”

his arms strain against the thin fabric. it would barely take a blink of an eye to rip free, but tonight is the night when he will solely give in to your fantasies.

the passion in the room intensifies. your hips roll in tandem. more breathless sounds— more like screeches all things surrounding him. the pristine pretense of sylus falters. his eyes are now barely opened, his brows are furrowed in need as he constantly fights himself back from overpowering the thin ribbon keeping his arms together.

his eyes trail down to the sight of your expanded pussy around the girth of his base, your finger meeting his gaze as you come up to mix your shared arousal before swiping it over your clit.

and that alone sends sylus to his end.

a guttural grunt rips through the air of your shared bedroom, body tensing and arching forward as the fabric around his wrists snaps with a ‘ swoosh!’ sound. “ fuck, k-kitten. driving me crazy…” now it’s your turn to laugh at his cute stutter. his arms shoot to grip your hips, unintentionally leaving bruises that he will kiss over. a strangled inhale makes him tip his head back, singing his groans to the ceiling as his hips shallowly buck upward to ride the rest of his high, before they calm to a stop.

there’s barely a breath but your hips continue their earlier ministrations. “ didn’t make me cum yet. think you can still take it, my good boy?”

you were officially going to be the death of him.

CALEB ☆

if there was one word to describe caleb— it would be ‘ meanie’. whether it’s teasing you for burning food, or rather making you squirm and tense underneath him.

“ looks like she missed me, huh pips?” caleb characteristically comments. his eyes aren’t on you, and he wasn’t waiting for your response. he was talking to your pussy instead. his mouth stops just before it makes contact with your sodden lips, but fuck. how you wish he would finally shut up and do what you’ve been yearning for, but he won’t, not yet because who is caleb if he isn’t extremely talkative, much to your dismay.

his thumb emerges to part your folds, pressing down firmly then traveling up to your clit where he gives it a ghost touch before stopping again to make travel towards your aching hole. there, is where he barely pushes the tip of his thumb in. “ clenching around nothing while your clit is twitching at me. mmm, fuck… did i miss this.”

“ caleb… can you stop talking to my pussy like a weirdo and eat it, instead?” you sit up to lean back on your elbows, face scrunched and eyes glaring down at the weirdo in question as he rests his cheek against your inner thigh before turning his head slightly to smell the skin there, making goosebumps arise on your flesh. you hate to admit it, but he’s pretty— painfully so. but it’d be even better if he’d wrap those pretty lips around your equally pretty clit.

“ ohhh? is someone jealous i’m not giving her any attention?”

“ caleb!”

his tongue departs from his mouth to lick a devastating strip up your pussy; from your hole to your pulsing clit, the action cuts you off from voicing any complaints, all while making eye contact with you. “ hmm? did’ya say something?” he pauses to lean back, bringing his finger to smear in his spit with your arousal, staining the sheets and your upper inner thighs. the sounds that your mouth and pussy produce are downright nasty and noisy. “ couldn’t hear you over this louuud pussy. she’s basically too for me; how cute.”

his words slur; his mouth hasn’t even left your clit before he starts talking… again. the vibration sends sparks racing up your spine, electric and thrilling. you curve your back into his ministrations, presenting more of your pussy to him you yank his frustratingly hair closer. “ less talking and more eating.”

and he moans.

it would be a bold lie if caleb said that he didn’t get aroused off by you bossing him around. as if he can’t easily overpower you without breaking a sweat— not that he would ever without your consent. his plush lips feel absolutely divine motioning around your clit. he sucks at your pearl messily, mouth completely drenched in your syrupy slickness opening wide so his tongue can lap at creamy substances pooling out of your pussy. “ h-hah, don’t fucking stop,”

your body finally relaxes back on the mattress as he doesn’t look like he’ll pause to open his stupid mouth. while his head guides the movements of his tongue, your hand is still buried in his dark brown hair. you keen depravedly when two of his fingers tickles your slit faintly before dipping in your clingy walls. “ yessss, caleb!”

“ you taste so good. missed this s’much, princess.” he pulls back to watch his fingers fade in your tight walls, strings of saliva connecting his moistened lips to your clit, but all he’s focused on is hitting that spongy spot that leaves you a keening mess, and is he good at it. your back deeply arches, until it’s almost hovering off the bed while he curves and slams his fingers into your sweet spot. “ i can tell you’re about to cum, so don’t hold back on me. want it all.”

you’re riding his face now, fisting his hair for stability while chasing the pleasure that builds your anticipation. with one more thrust of his fingers paired with the suction on your firm clit, you’re cumming. hard too. “ ohhhh, fuck fuck f-fuck! ‘m cuuumming!” your mind is a hazy blur, thoughts racing but centered on him and how good you feel right now as your whole body goes stiff.

sparks of liquid stream from your climaxing cunt while your cream pushes passes through your clenching walls and onto his awaiting hand. “ so messy, pips. this is definitely a first.” he patiently holds back, until your back flops against the mattress with a dull thud, and your heaving breaths soon die down, panting and twitching from the sensitivity and the strength he milked from you.