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Your eyes widen and you chuckle shortly. “Did you just refer to yourself in third person?”

He ignores your question, and before you know it, your feet are lifted off the ground and his large palms are holding onto your hips as he sets you down on the counter. 

“What are you doing—” you gasp.

“Show me. I wanna see it.” he requests, completely serious.

“Are you crazy?! Why?”

“Because I don’t believe you. I know that you know I love your bush.”

You scoff at him in disbelief. “I’m not showing you anything!”

“Why? ‘Cause you lied?” he tilts his head closer to you.

“No—because now’s not the time.” you stutter a bit, clearly caught red-handed. 

“Haven’t heard that one before.” He raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing. “You’re usually eager—”

You cut him off by putting your hands over his mouth. He laughs into them before swiping his tongue, licking them. You pull away immediately, as if you’d been burned. 

A beat of silence passes as you wipe your wet palm against the fabric of his shirt. He doesn’t seem to mind, he doesn’t even flinch, evidently used to it. 

The two of you stare at each other in silence, your hand remains atop his shoulder where you just wiped it. You watch him as he carefully lowers himself on his knees, eyes remaining glued to you the entire time. His hands move to rest on your knees.

You feel your face burn up and immediately tighten your grip on his shoulder. “Okay fine—it was a prank!” you blurt out. 

He freezes in his movements. “Really?”

You look away, and then back at him momentarily to nod. 

His hands still holding your knees, he closes them and rests his forehead against them while breathing out a sigh of relief. “You scared me for a second there.”

You chuckle at the sight, your hand finding its way to his burgundy locks. “That scary, huh?”

He leans into your hand, tilting his head sideways, and stares up at you as you continue brushing your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, you owe me an apology.”

You start scratching a particular spot you knew he liked. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry.”

He hums at the sensation, closing his eyes and enjoying your caress. His ears pop out suddenly, and you notice his tail swishing behind him. When he opens his eyes again, they hold a different intent. A heavier one. 

“I think you’re gonna have to give me more than an apology…” he grins.

You quirk an eyebrow, and before you can speak, he stands back up and lifts you into his arms. Your hands immediately find his firm shoulders for balance. 

His face is flushed now, and his eyes are dim. “... can I?” he pleas softly, waiting for your approval. 

Noticing you leaning down towards him, he lowers you so you’re face to face with him. You press your lips to his tenderly. “... yes, you can.”

His breathing is steady and he seems calm, but his rapidly wagging tail behind him gives him away. 

The two of you remain quiet as he carries you to your room and sets you down on the mattress, already understanding each other without using words.

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his voice is low as he ducks down to your shoulder now. “and you—“ kiss— “are beautiful. though i am sorry for not being here to keep you cool.”

it’s hot. it’s so disgustingly hot that even with a fan blasting at you and ice cold water somewhat refilled, nothing is enough to grant you some semblance of peace. so you’ve resorted to wearing no clothes—even the thought of extra layers without zayne to keep you cool makes you sweat.

“you’re here now, aren’t you?” you say, hand briefly brushing over his cold fingers. “at least i can finally put some clothes on.”

at least he has the decency to blush when he sheepishly suggests, “…would you hate me if i said i refuse to be your personal cooler if you do put clothes on?”

with a scandalised fake gasp, you exclaim, “zayne! that’s so mean!”

“well?”

“…no.” you pout, stern brows knitted together. “but i won’t be very happy with you, mister!”

he leans back a little, pondering for a moment as though the option of just serving as your personal cooler wasn’t a fine enough option. with clothes on too. “i can’t live with that either.”

you squint at him, but there’s no malice. you sigh, “we’re at a stalemate then.”

with a twist of his mouth, he holds up the pretence of worrying before finally relaxing. there’s an easy smile to his pretty lips when he hums, “what if… i said i got us some old popsicles? could you accept that as a compromise?”

you shoot up, almost regretting it when the heat of his body floats into your barely cool space. you radiate with glee, memories of sweet stickiness immediately flooding your mind. “you should’ve said that from the beginning!—“ you land a soft punch against zayne’s arm, and receive a gentle grunt— “ugh, i love you so much, you can do anything. you can literally dribble those sticky popsicles all over me and lick them up if you’d like. thank you! best doctor-boyfriend ever.”

and zayne twitches, which you barely notice, happy kicks blissfully unaware as you consider the sweet treat. you don’t even really hear him at first—there’s barely a sound that emits beside you, what with the fan still blaring, but you’re so attuned to him that it’s impossible for you to miss it.

“really?”

you blink at him. where were the old popsicles? “hm? really what?”

zayne clears his throat, adjusting a tie that’s already been loosened. was the heat getting to him too? the flush on his cheeks and the growing tint of pink to his ears have you considering possible heatstroke, but the way he refuses to look at you makes you pause.

“zayne? wh—“

“really? you’d let me do that?”

a beat of silence.

“…what, dribble the popsicles on me?”

he nods. you’re about to answer before he ungracefully tags on a meek, “—and lick it up, yes.”

you splutter.

the audacity.

“zayne, i was only kidding!”

at that he’s immediately straightening up, clearing his throat and appearing to work on finally retrieving those probably melted old popsicles. “right, yes. just checking.”

“for what?!”

a/n: horny zayne horny zayne horny zayne

Zayne had been certain there was a much more innocent approach to his intentions... honest! But right now, he really couldn't recall what they had been...

"Ooh! Zayne! Yes, yes, like that!"

The energy you had been storing up had certainly found its way out of you through trembling thighs and burning arms.

Your back aching as you dropping your hips down over, and over, and over again. Reverse cowgirl was the only method you could think of to burn off all this extra anxiety... and boy was it working.

"Zaaaayne!" Maybe working a little too good.

The pleasure building in your abdomen shot electricity all the way up your spine, turning your once too-wired brain into a puddle of useless mush.

Your thighs - burning from effort - were starting to slow down. And the large, warm hands that were groping the fat of your ass cheeks had begun to do a lot of the heavy lifting. "Good girl, you're doing so good. You feel so good..."

You cunt restricted at the praise, clamping down around every velvety inch of Zayne's cock as if physically thanking him. "Z-zayne please I can't keep going..." You wanted to sob, especially after he had just told you how good you were doing.

You expected some sort of discipline, maybe a smack on the ass, but you got something even worse. He pushed you off completely.

"W-wait I didn't mean- ooh fuck!" Stars explode across your vision as you tumble forward, struggling to push yourself up against the mattress and process how empty you feel before Zayne is pushing himself right back in to the hilt.

"You did so good for me, baby. Let me do the rest of the hard work." Doggy with Zayne was always a treat; your fingers immediately tightened in the sheets to brace yourself as he began pumping in and out of you with a vigor you couldn't dream of matching.

Every connection of his hips to your ass had your skin jiggling, the pleasure enough to make your eyes roll back as your orgasm teetered right on the edge.

Your back arched so perfectly that his cock dragged snuggly against your sweet spot with every brutal snap. "You're quivering, you're going to cum, aren't you?"

"Yesss! Fuck, Z. M'gonna cum, please let me cum!"

You're drooling into the sheets, tears blurring your vision as you feel his hand slither around your front and easily locate your clit.

"Cum for me, I'm not stopping you." He solidifies his words by rubbing tight, fast circles on your already swollen clit. Relishing in the way you muffle a scream into the sheets below you, cunt constricting deliciously as you orgasm.

It doesn't take much for him to follow suit, hips snapping against your ass before he's doubling over you. Warm body coming down over yours as his cock pulses, a deep groan vibrating the back of your neck as he sinks his teeth into your nape. Warm cum floods your cunt as Zayne struggles to keep himself from crushing you entirely.

"Maybe..." You manage to croak after seconds, or maybe minutes of silence "... you should take my phone more often. I think this is a far more effective way of getting rid of my anxiety..." You feel Zayne's chuckles more than hear them, smiling as he kisses the bite mark he had left behind on your neck.

"I think you might be right."

“You look exhausted,” Valko says to you from where he lounges on the couch. “Another bad day?”

You’ve been disassociating so much the last few weeks that you actually tended to forget that you cohabitated with another person. Rather than being able to sulk in your feelings and waste away from the never-ending disappointment, your roommate wasn’t exactly the kind of man to let you if he had any say.

When you decided to share a space with one of your closest friends, especially one with a personality as out there as his, you figured it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Although it took you a few days to consider his offer, eventually you knew that the benefits were far too great and as time progressed, it proved to be a dynamic going strong for the last three years.

Where you kept to yourself and avoided the unnecessary, he was quick to speak up and make his voice heard. Truly, it was perfect.

You just never anticipated being the one who would be forced to hear it the more your frustrations and grievances became harder to mask.

You kick off your shoes and remove your cardigan in silence, intentionally ignoring him and focusing on whatever commercial that had put a pause to the media he was streaming.

“Am I asking for trouble if I say anything else?” he adds as you plop yourself down on the couch next to him and take a piece of beef jerky from the bag he’s nearly finished with.

“You're so greedy.” He raises a brow and tilts his head with confusion like a lost puppy at your comment.

“You do know that you’re the one eating my snack, don’t you?”

“I thought you didn’t mind sharing with me.”

“I don’t mind. Not at all.” He pauses his wildlife documentary, clearly ready to keep the conversation going and for all of his attention to stay on you. “But you’re the one raiding my stash and calling me names. Then you don’t even say hi. Do I mean nothing to you?”

“You just got this bag this morning and it’s already pretty much gone, dude,” you chuckle. “Greedy, dramatic, and sensitive.”

“You’re pivoting, you know? Not very good at being subtle about it either.”

You didn’t want to talk about it. You really, really didn’t.

You didn’t want to explain what he clearly already knew and didn’t feel like hearing the same reassuring words that weren’t doing anything to ease your constantly racing mind.

Valko leans over and snags the practically empty bag from you and tosses it somewhere out of your reach.

“What the hell is your problem—”

“You’re trying to shut me out again and I’m not letting you do that.”

“Does it kill you to not overstep?”

“That was so damn cheap.”

“How about add nosy to the list while we’re at it.”

“Concerned is more like it,” he corrects. “Why are you pushing yourself so hard when I told you to ease up? You do know that besides being your roommate, I am your friend. And friends don’t let their friends do and experience shit alone. You’re not doing this by yourself and I wish you stopped acting like you are.”

Already, you want to cry. Again.

The tears burn behind your glassy eyes and the uncomfortable tingle in your jaw makes it tick with the urge to let the waterworks flow freely.

Ever since you’ve been trekking through these unexpected hardships, Valko has been covering everything. Rent, groceries, utilities—the whole nine yards. He made you promise to not dip into your savings or to overwork yourself to try compensating for anything he wasn’t expecting of you.

What should’ve been relief had been a nightmare for you ever since.

You’ve always been able to have his back in some way, always have been able to be a dependable counterpart in your two-party pack. But ever since you lost your job, you’ve had to lean on him 100% and never have you ever felt so helpless.

Sure, his job does pay well. Very well, in fact. So much so that necessities and wants for both you and him were expenses he had no qualms about paying.

When he suddenly told you that he planned on seeing what it was like to be a camboy a few years back simply because he had the face and body for it, to say you were stunned was an understatement. At the time, he quite literally said one of his biggest reasons for contemplating such an idea was because he was “bored”. You weren’t one to discourage him if he had the confidence for it either.

Valko’s always been one to try his hand at something if he figured he’d be good at it. Combine that with his carefree-like approach to almost anything he sets his mind to, it shouldn’t be shocking that not only was he right in his assumptions of anticipated success, but he practically became one of the best known in the business what felt like overnight.

Working independently, it wasn’t long before agencies were reaching out and established workers wanted to work with him. Playing his cards right, he chose to remain solo, but when he partnered with the right people and produced the content the fans were begging for, his popularity and finances boosted exceptionally in record time.

To some extent, it’s been a rollercoaster for the both of you. He had to adjust to the recognition and demand while you had to do the same with all the things that could possibly come with the territory of having one of your closest friends be both your living partner and someone who has sex with others on camera.

You felt guilty for your lack of contribution irregardless of the reassurance he gave you and with the sincere look on his face, you were almost certain he could see it.

“We’ve already talked about this, Val.”

“So why does it seem like you still don’t get it?” He sighs, placing his hand on your head and making you turn it to face him instead of the coffee table like you’ve been doing this whole time. “It’s pretty bogus, if you ask me.”

He raises an eyebrow when you sit there silently with such a defiant expression, chuckling at the pouty lips and blank stare.

“Because you don’t get it. You’re not in my position, how could you even?”

“I don’t have to be. I know which one I’m in and I told you what it’s gonna look like until something changes. Nobody’s rushing you around here but you. Funnily enough, you’re the one that doesn’t see that.”

“Oh, you’re sooo inspirational,” you comment sarcastically as you drag out your words. You go to remove his hand from you. Ignoring the truth in his words helps you cope. “Let’s get this one a talk show.”

But he doesn’t let you discard his touch so easily, hand slipping down to the back of your neck to evade your move. He sees the way you tense as much as he can feel it, smiling to himself when your eyes widen and your lips press together.

“Nervous, huh?” Valko’s thumb swipes across your nape gently. “It’s always so easy to mess with you.”

He’s a friend. He’s always been a flirt. Don’t read too much into it.

“You’re so annoying. Get off me.”

“You think just because you’re wallowing in your emotions that I’d let you off easy?”

“Off,” you repeat, trying to shrug him away, but to no avail. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work anyways? Isn’t that guy coming by? Caleb or whatever?”

Valko raises his arms in amused defeat as he follows your stern order. “He cancelled today. Had something come up. I was gonna tell you later.”

Then that meant… “What about the stream you have to do today?”

“I’m still doing it, just by myself. Probably won’t be as fun for everyone since he can’t make it, but I’m nothing if not resourceful.”

If they were truly present in your head, certainly the both of you would’ve been capable of hearing the gears turning.

You stay with the egregious thought for a minute—a long minute, actually.

Valko, a popular and overly loved camboy with copious amounts of supporters. A job where he makes and earns money in real time. Thousands of fans in one stream surely has to equal the same in revenue, at least somewhat.

You don’t have a job.

You need something to not feel so awful.

It’s quick and relatively harmless.

But this is your friend. This will change the dynamic drastically—forever. Maybe he could handle it, it’s just work to him after all. Another day in the “office”. But could you? Do you want to add more turmoil to your already raging flame?

“Can I...” You stop yourself.

Should you really be asking this? Are you ready for something so extreme and sudden? But the opportunity is sitting in your face and begging to be taken.

“Can you what? Don’t give up, I believe in you,” he jests, leaning into you slowly and close to nudging you with his shoulder.

You push him away immediately and ignore his exaggerated look of betrayal. “Could you be serious?”

“If you could finish your sentence, I can think about trying.”

Rolling your eyes and huffing out a shaky breath that he hears too clearly, you muster up the courage. Or whatever this kind of audacity is.

“What if… what if I take his… place?”

The room falls silent. Too silent. For a second, you think you might’ve actually stopped his heart.

“… What the fuck.”

Not what you were hoping to hear, but it’s a fair reaction nonetheless.

“We don’t have to show my face,” you urge. “I don’t want to show it at all, actually. Just hear me—”

“Are you insane? Absolutely not.”

He doesn’t get to shut you down like this. Maybe it’s the adrenaline coming from what you’re genuinely considering or the desire to make some kind of progress in something that’s been so dormant, but if he would just work with you.

“I’ve been feeling like shit for months, Valko!” He freezes at your voice raised so suddenly, gaze flickering between your clenched fists and avoidant eyes. “Maybe it’s just desperation. Maybe this is so irresponsible of me and… and m-maybe I’ll regret it in the future. But I can’t keep sitting here and failing, okay?”

“How many times do I have to tell you—”

Your head shakes immediately to swat away what’s supposed to be uplifting if you’d let him finish.

“I trust you. I trust you get where I’m coming from and why I’m trying to do this.” You move closer to him, trying not to let it sting when he watches you warily like you’re not in your right mind. “If you don’t want to do it with me, I rather you just say that. But… but I can do it. If you let me, Val, I can show you. Please.”

He tries to ignore the way his dick twitches from the softness that claims your tone. His sweatpants feel like they've suddenly shrunk three sizes and are suffocating him. But the way you cling to him, how you beg…

“I don’t want to take advantage of you being in such a vulnerable place, pup. That’s not my style.”

“You aren’t if I’m asking for it. I want… I want to feel like I’m doing something—that I’m helping and that I believe it in my own terms.”

His features soften. He’s always given you everything you wanted. How could he deny you when you come to him like this? Even with his concerns, he can’t ignore the temptation.

“… Nothing’s gonna change about us? You won’t run when it’s done?”

Your head moves side to side, decision firm and resolute. “I promise not to.”

It’s been hours since you had that conversation and only now were your nerves trying to get the best of you when the act itself was this close to happening.

Seeing Valko live and in his element was different from watching behind a screen in secret. Of course you watched him from time to time, it wasn’t abnormal to be curious. How could one not be?

Were you proud to say that you’ve seen your friend’s cock? Or that you’ve seen what he looks like when his strong thighs are covered in his cum? Or how he sounds when he edges himself for over an hour? No, not really. But you’d be lying if you said you regretted seeing or enjoying it.

The minute he started, having you sit beside him and out of view until it came time to do what the both of you were there for, his stream was flooded with donations, comments, and viewers, instantly.

It almost made you nauseous, seeing the number of watchers jump from 0 to 20, 500, then surpassing the thousands faster than you could blink. He gave them that flirtatious banter and cocky energy effortlessly, teasing a few supporters and playfully reprimanding others for their smutty dialogue.

This was easy for him, at least it had become so with time, and it forced you to observe with admiration.

He didn’t even have to do anything different outside of who he is naturally, simply sitting at his desk and staying dressed in the same comfortable attire you found him in after coming home.

There was something about Valko that you could never put your finger on, and that amplified as you paid close attention to the way he interacts with the people who love him and his body.

valsbabydoll: isn’t caleb supposed to be here today??

locawerewolf: can we get to itttt

valkosprincess: he’s so sexy, i’m dripping

“Don’t be mad at me,” he smirks, eyeing the way they urge him to reveal what he’s been holding onto. “But Caleb couldn’t make it tonight.”

You can already sense the kind of reaction he’ll get for telling them something so disappointing when their expectations were so high, but he continues with confidence. Whether it’s in you or him, you can’t tell.

“I’ve got something else you might like. Someone I know I will.”

Valko looks your way and throws you a reassuring wink, tilting his head for you to stand and come to him. Was it wise to read into his words or was all of this “on the clock”?

The camera’s been angled in a way that only shows your body from the chest down, keeping it safely away from revealing your face. Your body is completely covered in goosebumps, and the jitters are buzzing from your fingertips all the way to your toes.

Turning in his chair, he looks in your direction and caresses you from your ass to the back of your thighs. “Pretty, isn’t she?”

It takes everything to not let your knees give out as he feels on you so tenderly, switching from grabbing the flesh of your ass through your shorts to tracing his fingers dangerously close in between your legs.

“We’ll both do good for you tonight, so make sure you let her know how much you appreciate it.” His hand slips up your tank top from the side, making him grin when you twitch. “I think it’s about time we got started."

“When I’m touching you, you focus on me. They’re paying you to feel good, remember that.”

That’s what you try to keep in mind when Valko’s lips connect to the exposed part of your stomach. It’s what he told you after you reassured him for what felt like the hundredth time that you were not changing your mind. Besides safe words and mutual understandings set, he needed you to feel good. He needed you to have fun and he would put in all the effort necessary to ensure that outcome.

So instead of trying to see what his fans think of you, your body, and unexpected appearance, you fixate upon the warmth of his tongue as he leaves sloppy open-mouth kisses on your tummy and the strong arm he keeps wrapped around you so that you can’t slip away from him. You find your back arching the slightest into his affection the more he gives it and that alone was already surreal because of how natural it felt.

Your fingers cling to the soft strands on his head, running them through his scalp as stimulation for his own satisfaction and as a way to keep you grounded. All you have is the dimmed off-white light coming from his computer monitors and the lamp he has lit to see how he almost loses himself in catering to your torso alone. With you being so reactive to how he nips at your soft spots to make you whine and hiss with pleasure, he could see himself staying there for a very long time.

“Val… p-please” you whisper through a gentle moan when he hums against you in acknowledgment to the sounds you make in response the sensations.

“Don’t be impatient.” It’s ironic for him to taunt you this way when he says that with his sentence muffled since he won’t pull away. “Savoring my treats is what I do.”

He goes for your bottoms next, hooking his thumbs into them and slowly tugging them down whilst seemingly trying to leave an imprint of his lips on your skin.

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The automated voice reading out the note attached to the gift makes Valko laugh and sends vibrations through you.

“Everyone’s just as eager as I am.” He looks into your lust-filled eyes, searching for approval and making a silent promise. Your quick and little nod is what he needs before pulling them down your legs completely and following them to the floor as he removes himself from the chair and falls to his knees.

He has your leg hooked over his shoulder fast, burying his entire face in your pussy as if he’ll die now if he doesn’t inhale you deeply from the source. You have to regain focus quickly and brace your palms to his broad shoulders as he pulls a hearty cry of pleasure from your unexplored depths.

The sounds of him licking and sucking you in such a place, feeling him groan and lap you up as if he’s been stranded in a desert—right here and right now, he owned you.

Donations were coming in waves as you looked out the corner of your eye through hazy vision. Watching your friend taste you like this for thousands to see… you wanted more. The way his jaw moved and how the muscle in it jumped the harder he worked to consume you was intoxicatingly addictive.

“I’m gonna… w-wait. Hold on…!” You try warning him, but your pitched cries and nails digging into his skin is his reason.

Valko sucks your clit into his mouth the more you squirm, focusing all his attention on the swollen bud that pulses against his tongue as his mouth is flooded with your sweetness. He then widens and flattens the muscle along the slit of your puffy cunt, forcing you to nearly hunch over from the dizziness of his overwhelming gluttony.

You can’t utter another word when the tip of his tongue slips into your quivering hole. That and his nose nudging against you is what has the expert holding you by the ass to keep you rooted on his greedy mouth that sucks you dry when your orgasm confiscates all your senses.

You’ve never wailed from such a thing this loud in your life—ever.

“Even better than I expected.” You can’t tell if the glow on his face is from your slick or the fact that he’s thriving off your essence. It’s like he’s almost in disbelief himself. “Fuck, I’m so hard.”

imcumming77 ~ Donated 500 Chocos - fuck her already, i can’t last long

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“What a coincidence. So do I.” Even breathless and covered in you, he’s still so cheeky.

He presses another kiss to his new favorite place, leaving a trail as he begins to stand. Your shirt rises with him until it’s off completely and a nipple is claimed by him immediately.

“Ah—Hold… Mmph, Valko, that’s s-so…” You’re incoherent now and leaving you speechless has become his guilty pleasure.

His cock brushes up against you and you feel just how much he’s been holding back. Taking his time to tend to you, to relax your mind and body to be ready for both him and this experience, you realize now you could never repay him for something of this magnitude. But, you’d be a liar to say you’d never try.

With newfound boldness, you snake a hand past his elastic waistband and into his pants. As soon as your hand wraps around his cock, you give all the attention to his leaking tip that now creates the same mess in your palm as it’s done all over him.

“Trying to kill me?” he rasps, nose buried in your neck as if your scent will keep him from truly collapsing. “Goddamn, y-you… shit, that's good..”

You look at the screen again and this time he does the same to see what everyone else does. His cum just barely seeps through his pants and the motion of your hand taking care of him underneath sends shivers down his spine.

Your tits glisten with his saliva and having your naked body on display for so many to see yet it only being for him to touch and feel is a reality he can’t quite believe, but he yearns to stay there.

“Not like this.” Although they can’t see your face, it’s clear to everyone when he claims your lips. The taste of yourself flooding your senses and his eagerness to make you savor both it and him, were dizzying. His teeth tugging on them and licking away the dull ache until he pulled away only left you craving more.

Valko takes your hand, bringing you close as he sits in the same chair that he was before everything began. His cock stands tall, thick, and completely flushed in the prettiest pink. He strokes himself a few times while his other hand fondles one of your tits, then flicks a nipple with his thumb while teasing his slit with his other. Only when precum beads and slowly falls down the side of his length does he guide you to stand in between his legs.

“Ready when you are.” Sitting back and waiting for you to make the next move, Valko leaves the ball in your court.

His hands know what to do as you climb into his lap with no hesitation. He looks over your shoulder to see how erotic it truly is and if he were a viewer, he could see himself going bankrupt if it allowed him to witness you spread out with a dick primed and ready to slide into you.

“H-help me,” you plead shakily, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding onto him with an unrelenting embrace. He kisses your shoulder and runs a hand down your back almost lovingly.

“Lift your hips,” he murmurs, placing a kiss below your ear.

The donations were still coming is droves as he grabs his cock and lines it up with your dripping entrance. Valko teases everyone including himself, pushing pass your pussy lips but not fully sinking into your warmth. Rather than continuing to wait impatiently, you work your body to meet him and guide yourself down with an unspoken eagerness.

“That’s it, pup,” he coos, teeth gritting the more your pussy swallows him inside and shapes around his dick to the hilt. “Let them see you take it in good since you can’t wait. Easy… there you go, you’ve got it.”

Your uneven breath fans against his ear and your cunt clenches around him over and over like an unforgiving vice. He takes the lead for you now, his large hands grabbing you by the hips then snaking down to the underside of your thighs.

The first stroke was capable of turning him into a pussy drunk fool. Thousands watch how your juices coat his cock and his cum being dragged down to form a creamy ring at his base.

“More,” you mewl. “Keep—nngh, g-going, Val…”

He couldn’t give a damn about who was watching at that point. In fact, he couldn’t say that he ever did after you graced him with a chance to have you like this.

You’ve always been on his radar yet something he considered untouchable. He respects you, values the things that you say, do, and think. Rejection wasn’t what deterred him from trying but the potential for you to demand any kind of separation, did.

Now that he’s had a taste, good luck trying to act like he’ll never want it again.

Valko grabbed you as securely as he could before he began drilling into you from beneath, his heavy balls slapping against you every time you sunk all the way down. Every viewer was bound to be staring at how you fucked yourself on him and attentively listened to the sounds of both of your ragged breaths and desperate yet filthy panting.

“So damn tight,” he praises, licking the outer shell of your ear and grabbing you harder with promises of marks that you’ll undoubtedly be embarrassed to look at once your high subsides. You were ridiculously soaked for him, and it just wouldn’t stop. Obscene squelches and constantly meeting skin slickened with sweat echoing in his bedroom was enough to prove the heights of your arousal if the visual alone wasn’t enough.

daydreaminlongevity ~ Donated 1000 Chocos - cum in her. don’t waste it

“It’s okay.” Your pussy tightens around him again with anticipation. “I want it… I can take it.”

He brings you in closer as he feels his orgasm coming quicker than he expected it to. His muscles bulge when he envelops you in his embrace, keeping the same breath-stealing momentum as your voice and body shakes uncontrollably from his lack of control.

All it takes is four more deep thrusts before you’re collapsing onto him from exhaustion and feeling the rush of his cum spill into you. You’re held down so that as much as possible stays inside your sensitive cunt, and you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck until the rush washes over.

More people than you could imagine are watching how your thighs shake and your pussy quivers around him. They can see how he raises you just enough to display how his cum overflows and spills out. You both were a mess and all they wanted was more.

*************** ~ Donated 2000 Chocos - again again again

********* ~ Donated 1200 Chocos - eat it out of her

****** ~ Donated 3000 Chocos - can we get a different angle?? i wanna see her better

All the automated messages flowing in has your body on fire more than it already was.

“Seems like I’ve got competition.” Valko’s hand outlines the curves of your body as he lets you rest. “You hear how much they love you, pup?”

You nod. “Again. I wanna go again, too.”

How could he not fulfill such a request? This time though, he planned to show you firsthand for why he was so highly favored.

Could you keep up?

a/n: i was sitting on this for daaays 😭 and i dunno if it’s actually any good.. but i didn’t wanna say anything in case i didn’t finish it lmfaooo BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED, MY CUTIES!!!

“Good morning, Ms. Secretary,” he greeted jovially. Valko leaned one large hand on the polished wood of your desk, his tailored suit shifting with the movement. He looked every bit the impressive wolf hybrid who ran an entire tech company. When you finally looked up, he locked eyes with you. A wicked smirk pulled at his lips, his heavy tail giving a slow swish behind him. 

With a slow, deliberate nudge, he pushed a stray pen off the desk’s edge. Before it could drop more than a few inches, your feline reflexes snapped. Your hand blurred through the air, catching the pen mid-fall. You halted its descent perfectly, giving your boss exactly the show he had been looking for. 

Your ears flattened sideways as your tail flicked with agitation. You fixed him with a sharp glare, but his blatant amusement was written all over his face. 

“Sir, please,” you hissed under your breath, trying not to draw the attention of your coworkers. “I’m trying to concentrate, and I know for a fact you have a meeting later today to prepare for.”

He ignored the protest entirely. Instead, he leaned down closer into your space, his ears pulled backwards, almost flat against his head, like a dog waiting to be given affection. “Excellent reflexes, kitty. Keep up the good work,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. 

He straightened up, turning on his heel to saunter back into his private office. He had clearly walked out with the sole purpose of disrupting your day, entirely for his own enjoyment. 

By mid-afternoon, your nerves were frayed from a constant awareness of the office door behind you. You needed a breather, and, more importantly, you needed fifty copies of the third-quarter financial portfolio organized and stapled.

You escaped to the copy room, a narrow, windowless shoebox of a space that perpetually smelled of ink and dust. The massive industrial printer took up most of the room, leaving only a narrow corridor between the machine and the supply shelves. 

You loaded the master files into the machine, pressed start, and let out a sigh as it began its rhythmic whirring.

The heavy door clicked open behind you. Your ears twitched backward, pinning flat to your hair as that familiar cologne filled the cramped room. You didn't even have to turn to know Valko had followed you. The already-small space suddenly seemed even smaller now that you were sharing it with his bulky figure.

“Need something, Mr. Chairman?” you asked, making it a point not to look at him as you watched the machine spit out copies.

“Just looking for some extra staples,” he answered, his voice entirely too close. Before you could offer to find it for him, he stepped directly into your space. His large hand landed on your waist as he maneuvered himself behind you, his solid chest brushing against your shoulder blades. You froze, your breath hitching in your throat. He leaned over you, reaching one long arm to blindly grope at the top shelf above the printer. The movement pinned you between the warm machine and his even warmer body. Heat radiated off of him, contrasting with the cool metal of his belt buckle pressing into your lower back.

“I can't seem to find it,” Valko murmured right against the extra-sensitive shell of your fluffy ear. His warm breath made your tail give an involuntary, hard twitch. “Are you sure we aren't all out, Ms. Secretary?”

He was completely blocking you in, using the excuse of a tight space to fully engulf you in his scent and to breathe yours in. Your claws instinctively pricked against your palms, desperately wanting to dig into his expensive suit just to ground yourself.

“It’s on the supply shelf, sir,” you choked out, your voice tighter than you intended. 

“Ah.” You felt the smirk in his voice. He twisted to look behind him, but still didn't release you, keeping you fully pinned to his broad chest. Keeping you trapped between his body and the machine, he slid his thigh deliberately between yours to keep his balance as he contorted his body to scan the shelves. “So it is,” he confirmed, reaching toward the half-empty box of staple refills. He finally left with the staples you were certain he didn't actually need, his fingers brushing against your hip as he slipped out behind you.

By 3:00 PM, the meeting room was full of executives intently listening to Valko speak about an upcoming project for the company. There was always something so captivating about watching him in his element at the head of the long mahogany table, and you found yourself paying more attention to how good he looked with his glasses and wanting to feel those sharp fangs sink into your skin than taking notes and keeping minutes.

“If you look here,” Valko directed, pulling a laser pointer from his pocket and clicking it on. A bright, ruby-red dot appeared on the screen. He continued speaking, using it to trace along line graphs and emphasize certain figures. He dropped it down when it was no longer needed, but it remained on, the red dot darting around the floor as Valko, to the humans gathered around the table, merely twiddled with it. 

Your pupils dilated, expanding until the irises of your eyes were practically swallowed by black. Your cat ears snapped forward, and your gaze locked onto the pesky pinprick of light as it zigzagged over the carpet.

Every single feline instinct screamed at you to pounce. Your right hand twitched, desperate to swat the light from existence. Your tail gave a hard, violent flick. You forced your eyes away from the hypnotic pull of the dot to look at the man having the time of his life toying with you despite being in a professional setting. Not that that little detail had ever stopped him before.

Valko was already looking at you, still explaining costs and financial logistics. With a subtle movement of his thumb, the dot darted just to the side of one of your shoes, and you couldn't stop your foot from attempting to stomp it out, only for it to reappear on your shoe.

You scowled, annoyed that you had fallen victim to your own instincts. From the head of the table, you heard Valko chuckle through his words, his golden eyes flicking over to you, making it very clear that you were the source of his laughter. With a final, mocking twirl of the pointer, he clicked it off, pocketing the device as if nothing had happened, and all you could do was sit in silent, exasperated rage.

The clock finally struck 5:00 PM, the workday coming to a close. The bullpen filled with a chorus of zippers, rustling coats, and goodnights as the employees filed towards the elevators. 

You were walking down one of the hallways, returning from the break room after taking a brief water break, when you saw that Valko had exited his office. His tie was loosened, and the top button of his shirt was undone, exposing the thick column of his neck. The suit jacket had been discarded, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His ears swiveled forward, immediately locking onto the sound of your approaching footsteps. 

When you passed each other, he didn’t stop you in your path, but he didn’t let you simply pass by him, either. With a deliberate sweep of his heavy, maroon tail, he brushed the furry appendage against your thigh. The thick fur brushed over your skirt and briefly against the fur of your own tail, sending sparks shooting up your spine. 

You gasped, your ears pinning flat against your head as you whirled around. “Valko!”

He continued to walk, barely sparing you a glance over his shoulder, but it was enough to see the wide smile on his face, his sharp fangs showing as he laughed. 

You huffed, practically stomping back to your desk. Ordinarily, you’d preen under his attention, but what didn’t he understand about “time and place?”

When Valko returned, seeing you practically pouting at your desk, he just couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to hear his kitty purr for him. 

“I need to see you in my office,” he said curtly, expending a tremendous amount of effort to keep his tail from wagging. 

You sighed, but followed him into his office. As soon as you were over the threshold and the door shut behind you, he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his solid arms around you as he buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. 

“Why won’t you let me do this during the day?” he complained. It was his turn to pout, but it didn’t stop the excited wagging of his tail at having you pressed against him without putting on the charade of a respectful employer-employee relationship. 

You rolled your eyes, but melted into his warmth anyway, wrapping your arms snugly around his waist. You didn’t struggle keeping your hands to yourself as much as he did during the workday, but he made his struggle yours with all his teasing. You nuzzled your nose into his chest, and he did the same against the top of your head.

The pair of you stayed that way for a long while, savoring the proximity of the other, tails winding together. 

It was sweet, until it wasn’t enough for the canine hybrid. His hands began to wander, groping everywhere he could reach, paying special attention to where your tail was attached to your body. It was highly sensitive, and he knew that, using it to his advantage. 

You gripped onto his shirt, claws catching at the material. He tugged at your silk blouse. “Take it off?” he whispered, his voice raspy with want. 

— — —

“Valko!” you yowled, the ridges of his cock hitting every crevice inside you. Bent over his desk like this, there was nothing you could do but take every powerful thrust, your claws leaving shallow grooves in the wood of his desk as you scrambled for purchase. 

“My pretty kitty,” he babbled. “Won’t let me show everyone you’re mine. Are you embarrassed of me?”

“No- ah!- ‘m not embarrassed,” you denied. 

“Prove it, then. I gave you that mark so- hng!- everyone would know you’ve already been claimed. Use it like intended. Don’t- so tight- don't hide it tomorrow.”

You nodded mindlessly. You’d have agreed to anything if it meant he kept fucking into you like he had a score to settle. 

Valko let out a low, triumphant chuckle. A fierce warmth spread through him, utterly thrilled that everyone would soon know you were his and he was yours. 

He continued pounding into your weeping pussy, his thick tip prodding at your cervix and grunts and whines spilling from his lips. You were a pliant puddle beneath him, unable to focus on anything except his hips rutting into you with a predatory precision. 

His hands were on your hips, pulling you back into him as he pummeled your insides. Your tail was curled around his thigh, and he relished the way your body subconsciously sought him out, even when he was already buried hilt deep inside of your pretty pussy. “Doin’ so good. Mmm, squeezing down so hard.” His voice is jagged, nearly a growl.

“S-so deep! Oh!” you cried out. The drag of his thick cock against your sensitive walls, coupled with the sinful sounds of your lover and the wet squelching between your bodies, had you right on the edge, and he could feel it. 

You could feel the swelling bulge at the base of him, knocking into the tight resistance of your already stretched-out hole. Your breathing was coming in shallow pants, and Valko wasn’t much better, his deep grunts morphing into whimpers with every clench of your cunt around his length. 

“Gonna take my knot, baby? Gonna let me fill you up?” he rasped, his head swimming just thinking about plugging his seed deep inside you.

You nodded feverishly, a weak “uh-huh” the most you could enunciate through the mind-numbing pleasure. 

He thrusted into you deeply, pressing his hips flush against your ass, and his knot popped inside of you with a strangled gasp. The new stretch sent you reeling, every muscle tightening as your poor abused hole clamped around him, shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body. 

His heavy cock twitched inside you, spilling ropes of hot cum inside of you. He moaned freely, his golden eyes transfixed at the point where your spasming cunt swallowed him to the base, his knot keeping you connected. Valko didn't stop rutting into you, pushing his cum deep inside of you, willing it to take. 

Only when he couldn’t take the overstimulation did he collapse on top of your panting figure, careful to brace himself not to hurt you. He peppered the side of your face, your neck, everywhere he could reach with sweet kisses, praising you all the while, telling you how perfect you were for him. 

He gathered you in his arms as best he could, pulling you with him to sit on his lap in his desk chair. He smoothed your hair down, paying special attention to where your fuzzy ears attached to your head. You purred in his hold, content to have your mate dote on you while he was still buried deep inside of you.

Valko, never one to be able to resist you, nuzzled his nose into your hair. “Did you mean it? When you said you’d stop covering the mark?”

You pulled back just enough to look into his earnest eyes, wide with anticipation of your answer, a spark of fear in them that you would take it back. You flushed, but nodded shyly.

He laughed loudly and unabashedly, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. The sound of his glee was infectious, your own giggles joining the merriment. He pressed a kiss to your lips, overjoyed. “Can I scent you before work, too?”

You rolled your eyes in mock exasperation, but your smile gave Valko all the permission he needed. “On one condition,” you said. 

Valko’s eyebrows raised, curious as to what condition you could have.

“You have to promise me the same,” you smirked, leaning in close until your nose brushed his. Your fingers traced the line of his collarbones to the junction of his neck, where a matching bite mark was scarred into his skin. “Maybe then that annoying pomeranian in accounting will get the hint that you're taken.”

Valko’s eyes widened in surprise before a slow, deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. His tail began to thump wildly against the leather of the desk chair. “Are you jealous, sweetheart?"

“I don’t like the way she looks at you and stands too close,” you sniffed, tilting your head up in a way that reminded Valko you were no exception to feline haughtiness. 

He laughed again, the sound full of utter adoration, and squeezed your waist. “There’s no reason to be jealous. I’m yours, from the tips of my ears to the soles of my feet. I’ll let you scent me as much as you want. I’ll even make sure she smells you on me if it makes you happy.”

content: good girl/ praise, li x li / li x reader x li, the guys do kiss and touch each other, if that’s not your jam then don’t read this. lowkey ooc zayne, sorta mean zayne? if ya squint. bit of dumbification. kinda pussy drunk caleb, smut, p in v, male and female receiving head, handjob, i think that’s it? lmk if i need to add anything else!

wc: 6,016

a/n: this was inapired by sabrina carpenters “when did you get hot?” but…. i kinda forgot that halfway through LOL. also this is an au where zayne went to college at a normal age, like 18/19, same time as caleb. he’s still crazy smart, just not ‘college-at-like-14-smart’

A/N: this is a repost, i lost all my italicized words when transferring it. im sorry but im not adding them back for all the fids im reposting😭😭

you were an ugly kid, but you're a sexy man!

straightening up your apartment anxiously, you check the time on your phone for the 10th time in the past two minutes.

you invited your two childhood best friends, zayne and caleb, over for dinner. the three of you were inseparable when you were younger, but time got between you all and you hadn’t actually laid eyes on caleb or zayne in years.

you were all in your twenties now and in successful careers. a late night stalking session led you to find their social medias- it took a bit simply because neither of them had pictures of their faces on their social medias, the weirdos. after confirming it was them, you declared that a dinner was needed to catch up!

you stared at your counter where the pizzas from your favorite local place sat and sighed happily. everything looked neat and anything that could potentially be embarrassing was shoved far, far in the back of your closet.

the second you sat down to finally rest and relax, there was a sharp rap at your door. you jumped up and all but ran to the door, barely composing yourself behind a soft smile and opening the door to find-

dear gods above. no, literally- you were convinced that the literal gods manifested in front of your apartment door.

telling them apart was surprisingly easy because luckily, zayne still wore glasses and caleb had the same goofy smile as he did when you were kids.

your eyes trailed up and down both of their bodies, head whipping back and forth between them twice and then a third time.

they were both tall, muscular, well dressed, and jaw droppingly gorgeous. surely one of them had to be hotter than the other, right? but… you swallowed as you looked between zaynes veiny hands and calebs biceps. this was bad. really, really bad. they were both equally hot- how were you meant to pick which one to eye fuck all night in these conditions?!

the idea of wanting to eye fuck either of your childhood best friends was extremely jarring to you. they were supposed to be your closest friends, not eye candy! but alas, you didn’t have time to unpack that.

you finally looked up at their faces again, eyes shifting back and forth. you accidentally let out a “huh” in approval and surprise, to which zayne raised an eyebrow and caleb smirked.

“‘huh’ what, pipsqueak?” he teased, head tilted towards zayne slightly.

your cheeks warmed slightly, embarrassed that your appraisal had been so obvious. shit they weren't even inside your apartment yet and you couldn’t stop ogling them.

“oh, nothing, just… surprised that you’re on time for once.” you tease right back, stepping to the side letting them in.

—

a few minutes pass of small talk, sitting on your couch, and eating pizza before you decide to address the elephant in the room.

you look to either side of you- because of course the guys both decided to sit beside you- and sigh dramatically.

“i need to ask a blunt question.”

zayne nods and sets his half eaten piece of pizza down on his plate, his green eyes focusing on you. “i was wondering how long you would manage to keep your questions at bay.”

you blink at him in confusion, tilting your head slightly. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

zaynes lips curled up slightly and his voice had a humorous lilt to it. “when we were kids you used to bombard us with questions-”

caleb interrupts zayne, mimicking you. “zaynee will you help me with my anatomy homework if i give you my halloween candy? caleb can you make me practice questions for my physics test? guysss how does-”

“okay, okay, enough!” you shove calebs shoulder and give him a glare as he laughs and goes back to eating his pizza slice.

rolling your eyes and taking a deep, encouraging breath, you blurt out. “when did you guys get hot?”

a long beat of uninterrupted silence makes you continue, rambling and certainly making everything worse.

“i mean, the last time i saw you-” you pointed to zayne “you had a bowl cut and your glasses were too big for your face. and you-” you turn to caleb, pointing at him with the end of your pizza slice. “had a chipped tooth and spiderman bandaids all over your face and limbs. i mean seriously, i could look at you both allll day now.”

caleb looks serious and slightly offended by the specification of his bandaids- there was nothing wrong with spiderman in his eyes. “hey, those were real wounds i got from protecting you on the playground, pips. and spiderman is cool.”

zayne is facing away from you both, stirring a sugar packet into his cup of tea that sits on the side table beside him. “protecting is a strong word. i remember you falling from the jungle gym on numerous occasions after trying to impress us with your climbing ‘skills’.”

caleb smiles slightly, surprised that zayne remembers that. “diiiid it work?”

“no.” you and zayne reply in unison.

you give zayne a smile, remembering when you two used to gang up on caleb like this.

oookay, maybe they hadn’t actually changed much, just their appearances.

caleb shrugs and bumps his shoulder into yours. “i get it, i get it. i realized zayne got hot when we started rooming together our junior year of college.”

your head whips to zayne, seeing his ears flush red beneath his hair. he gave caleb a sharp look that you wish he would direct towards you, just seeing it made you clench your legs together.

and his voice… god, it was so deep and serious.

“caleb, i thought we agreed not to bring that up.”

you shook yourself out of the horny thoughts brewing in my mind and the heat growing between your legs.

“bring what up? caleb thinking you were hot?” you laugh, not understanding what the big deal was. so what if caleb thought zayne was hot? it was the truth- like saying the grass is green. “you’re acting like he just confessed to fucking you or something.”

you laugh again, because obviously, you’d grown up with them both and you’d never known them to be interested in eachother, so the idea of them having sex was absurd. at least you thought it was absurd, but the way both guys paused, flushed, and avoided eye contact made you question if it was actually absurd or not.

“oh my god you guys totally fucked in college! spill, now!” you all but shriek, a huge smile on your face as you smack them both on their shoulders.

zayne cleared his throat and focused his gaze on the cat clock on the wall, watching its eyes and tail move. “i suppose you deserve honesty. caleb, you tell her.”

caleb scoffs and sits up, raising an eyebrow at his friend. “really zayne? fiiine, finee, i’ll break the news.”

you turn to caleb with stars in your eyes, excitement burning under your skin. this was the most scandalous thing you’d heard in a long time. not because they were both guys, but because they’d kept it from you! and it was completely unexpected, growing up you’d got the idea that both guys had some form of affection towards you, but you never got that vibe between them.

caleb leans back against your couch casually, like he’s telling you about the weather. “it started out as hand and blowjobs, mainly me to zayne to help him manage his stress from exams in college. theeen we realized that sex would benefit us both, aand we couldn’t be stopped.”

he shrugged and continued. “no biggie, friends fuck sometimes. we don’t live together anymore buuuut we do visit each other every week.” caleb ends with a smirk, hinting that their hookups weren’t a thing of the past.

you heard zayne scoff and mutter an annoyed ‘friends’ from beside you.

you look between the two, zaynes cheeks as red as a firetruck and calebs face smug as ever. you were smiling and practically jumping in your seat on the couch at the gossip you were getting.

“i can’t believe you guys left this out when we were texting! can i ask who’s the bottom?”

both guys responded at the same time, both saying “him.”

you bit your lip to suppress giggles. “ooooh, the plot thickens.”

caleb smirks and tilts his head to the side, looking at you through slightly lidded eyes. “that’s not his name, but he’s deeefinitely thickening.”

zayne rubs the bridge of his nose and sighs deeply, prompting you to lower your brows in confusion.

“what are you-” unfortunately for you, your eyes lowered to calebs lap where you found a very prominent bulge in his pants. your eyes widened and your jaw went slightly slack, your pussy tingling in response. god, you were so pent up from lack of orgasms that you were suddenly flooded just at the sight of your friends bulge.

“caleb! really?! ughhh you are so corny- and disgusting, might i add.” you turned to zayne and pointed your thumb at caleb. “you hooked up with him? seriously?”

zayne shook his head and looked at you, his eyes lidded in the same way calebs were, which shocked you. your whole life you’d known zayne to be the picture of restraint and calmness.

his voice was deep. “unfortunately, he’s good for stress relief, among other things.”

the two made clear eyes at each other and you watched as they looked each other over with fire in their eyes.

you raised your hand in the air like you were in school, waiting to be called on. “umm, helloo, you guys are totally eye fucking each other while i’m in the middle of you, witnessing said eye fucking.”

caleb leaned closer to you, his pointer finger curling around a bit of your hair. “would you like to be between us inn… a closer way?”

your breath caught in your throat at the way he practically purred the words. you tilt your head up slightly and met his purple eyes that were gazing into yours with an intensity you hadn’t seen before. the air between you and caleb was charged, making it difficult to take deep breaths.

you leaned back slightly to try and get away from his intoxicating vicinity, only to have your back bump into zaynes hard chest. his nose brushed against your temple, his palm resting above your thigh, fingers flexing.

“may i?” he asked, voice low and still calm.

you swallowed and closed your eyes, considering your options carefully. you could a. say no and potentially end your friendships with both guys, or b. say yes and… what? fuck your two childhood best friends? you had just started catching up with them! surely this was too fast, right?

but when you opened your eyes and looked between the two guys, taking in the heavy rise and falling of their chests, the smoking looks in their eyes, and their bodies… god, they were hot.

maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t been with anyone in years, maybe it was the fact that you were definitely ovulating, or maybe it was the fact that your two childhood best friends grew up to look like pure sex and were acting like they wanted to fuck you.

“fuck it, yes-” you breathe out, voice airy and slightly wobbly, nervous but not unsure.

at the same time zaynes palm kneaded the soft skin of your thigh, caleb leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, no hesitation.

you kissed back hard, hands gripping the base of his neck and the back of his shirt, pulling him until he was halfway on top of you. the added weight pushed you fully against zaynes chest, sandwiching you between their two hard bodies.

you smiled into the kiss and giggled, which made caleb chuckle as well, his hand moving down to your waist and guiding your hips to grind against his.

your sensitive core rocked against his hard bulge and a moan slipped out of you. caleb took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring what he’d yearned for for years.

zayne hummed behind you and moved his hands up your thighs and under your shirt onto the soft skin of your stomach, cold fingers trailing up to toy against the edge of your lacy bra.

he pressed a few kisses to your ear, mumbling into it with a raspy voice, teasing. “lace, hm? i wonder why you chose a lace bra when you knew you were meeting your old friends. naughty, naughty..”

you whimpered in response and caleb pulled away from your lips, nibbling your bottom lip gently. he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, gathering the mix of his and your spit and held his thumb over your shoulder to zayne.

zayne hummed and licked the spit off of calebs thumb slowly, his eyes locked on calebs.

caleb nodded, voice purring. “goood. i bet you’ve got on matching lace panties too, don’t you?”

his fingers walk up to the waistband of your leggings and he peels them down, smirking.

he reaches in and pulls the side of your panties out of your leggings to show zayne that you did, in fact, have matching lace panties on.

zayne hums in appreciation and takes the piece of fabric from caleb, running his fingers over it before letting it go, the elastic snapping against your hip.

you jump slightly and yelp from surprise.

caleb rubs the skin to soothe the ache while zayne speaks. “good girl, it’s like you knew this would happen. did you have plans to seduce us tonight?”

“n-no..” you mumble

“oh? then you planned to flirt with just one of us?” zayne asks, head tilting slightly as he pulls you back against his chest, his hard bulge pressing into your lower back.

caleb trailed sloppy, wet kisses from your collarbone up your neck as he mumbled. “mmmh, which one of us were you after?”

you shook your head, hands frozen at your sides because you weren’t sure what to do. “i couldn’t pick, you’re both- ah, too hot..”

zayne starts to inch your shirt up slowly, cold fingers brushing against your ribs occasionally causing goosebumps to pop up. “then i guess we’ll have to help you choose which of us you like better, right caleb?”

the second you saw the cocky smirk on calebs face you should've known that you were in for it.

—

“fuck-!” you moaned, hips trying to lift up off of calebs face. he hummed in displeasure and wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you back down firmly so your clothed pussy was against his mouth.

caleb was laying on the couch, his legs dangling off the side as he mouthed at the lace panties covering your heat. he slowly moved the gusset to the side, his tongue dragging over your folds teasingly.

zaynes fingers tangled in your scalp and brought your attention back to him. he sat across from you on the couch, his shirt was off and his pants were pushed down and gathered at his knees. his cock- thick and veiny- stood between his thighs, your drool dripping down it. you’d been eagerly sucking it before caleb nipped at your clit, shocking you so much that you practically spat zaynes dick out of your mouth.

zayne pulled on calebs hair between your thighs, eliciting a moan from the man.

“you’re distracting her, xia.”

caleb mumbled a ‘good’ while he continued to lap at your juices, his eyes shut peacefully.

you swallow hard and try to focus back on zayne. “sorry, sorry..” you bend and take him back in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. though even that didn’t help the sting in the corners of your mouth from how big he was, your jaw stretched wider than ever before just to accommodate him.

zayne hummed as your tongue swirled around his tip, your head gently bobbing up and down.

“good.. very good.”

you preened at the praise, about to look up at him when calebs tongue pressed against you g spot, making you all but wail around zaynes cock. your thighs shook and caleb pressed down on them harder, making sure you stayed put as he focused his tongue to the spot that gave you such a beautiful reaction.

zayne groaned and held your head in place, shallowly thrusting his cock up into your mouth that was vibrating with moans, the stimulation causing a familiar coil low in his belly.

“yes- yes, just stay like this, perfect- i’m going to cum in your mouth, swallow it.. agh, all of it.” zayne rambled.

with one look up at him, you could see he was a mess. you’d never seen him look any less than a picture of composure- except now as he groaned loudly and shot thick, warm ropes of cum into your mouth.

the look on his face and calebs continuous work beneath you tipped you over the edge, your hips grinding down onto calebs mouth and nose.

caleb moaned against your dripping pussy, greedily lapping up and swallowing all of your juices as you came on his face.

as you pulled off of zaynes cock, strings of your saliva and his cum connected your lips and his tip. caleb continued to slowly kiss your messy folds, humming happily, like he never wanted to move from between your thighs.

“ah- caleb, its- mmh!” you tried, words failing you.

zayne helped you out, seeing the way your body twitched and how your eyebrows knit together.

“you’re overstimulating her poor pussy, caleb, give her a break.”

caleb sighed dramatically and let go of your thighs, letting you lift up enough that he could sit up. the lower half of his face was wet with your sticky cum, but he didn’t seem to mind. he smiled and licked his lips.

“mmmh, yum. don’t you wish you had some?” caleb teased zayne before standing and throwing you over his shoulder easily, smirking at zayne as he headed towards your room. “come and get it then.”

a huff left your lips as your back hit your mattress. you sat up to look around your room, making sure everything that could be embarrassing was put away, but caleb diving back in between your thighs distracted you.

“mmhh, not again!” you weakly protest, your muscles already relaxing as caleb licked stripes up your slit.

you watched zayne walk into your room quietly, heavy cock bobbing between his thighs with every step. he gripped calebs hair and pulled him up and away from your fluttering pussy.

“what are you, pussy drunk?” zayne scolds, looking over calebs face.

caleb tilted his head towards zayne in an attempt to entice him, your juices glistening around his mouth. “have a taste and you’ll understand, i promise.”

zayne wasted no time in licking around calebs lips, humming at the delicious taste of your cum on his tongue. he kissed calebs jaw and then pressed his lips to calebs hungrily, his hand gripping the back of calebs neck to keep him still.

caleb was quick to kiss back, shoving his tongue into zaynes mouth, stepping forward so their bodies were pressed together.

you watched the two fight for dominance, your fingers quickly dipping between your thighs to rub your swollen clit, biting your lip as you take in the sight.

zayne was clearly winning, pulling caleb head back so he could push his tongue deeper into the mans mouth. with his other hand, zayne unbuttoned calebs pants and yanked them down to his knees, gripping his painful looking bulge through his boxers.

caleb moaned into zaynes mouth unabashedly, fingers kneading the skin of zaynes ass and grinding his hips into zaynes palm.

the sight of the two men making out in front of you caused your pussy to flutter, ready for round two and upset at how neglected she was, despite there being two very capable men in the room.

you whined needily, which pulled both zayne and calebs attention back to you, and they almost came on the spot.

you were laying on top of your comforter, legs spread wide while your manicured fingers played with your pretty pussy that was winking at them.

both guys stood and stared, breathing heavily from their kissing.

“fuck.. so pretty pips, can i take a picture?” caleb asked breathily, hands already searching for his phone.

zayne shook his head and gave calebs clothed cock a tight squeeze before walking towards your bed slowly. “beauty such as this shouldn’t be tainted by cameras.”

his fingers ghosted up your ankle slowly before circling around your trembling knee cap.

“hm. no, your beauty should be worshipped.”

caleb approached the bed as well, kneeling on the end of it and circling his knuckles on the skin just above your clit, making you moan breathily.

zayne leaned in and moved your hair away from your ear to whisper in it. “let us show you what we can do for you, beautiful, and i promise you won’t let us go.”

you swallowed hard and nodded, eagerly consenting to whatever it was they had planned. based on the look they gave each other after you agreed, you wondered if you bit off more than you could chew. but looking at the two toned men- you were sure that there wasn’t a single part of them that you wouldn't gnaw on.

the guys were in unspoken agreement that caleb would fuck you first, simply because he was clearly losing it.

zayne sat beside you on the bed, sitting you up and propping up pillows behind you so your top half was angled up. he gently gathered your hair and secured it back with a hair tie so it wouldn’t get tangled or in the way, his hands soft and caressing.

he looked at caleb at the end of the bed, who was ripping open a condom packet. “look at him, so desperate for your warm pussy.”

you hummed and spread your legs wider so you could watch caleb as he pulled his boxers off, the skintight fabric peeling off of his thick thighs and falling to your floor. as soon as his dick popped free, saliva flooded your mouth and your lower half clenched with deep seated need.

“cay- holy shit, that’s.. bigger than.. i don’t even know what.” you say, impressed.

caleb smiles as he rolls the condom over his thick, flushed dick, twitching at every touch. “oh yeah? wellll, you’re about to feel every single inch of it.”

he gently slapped his tip against your clit, causing you both to moan. as he aligned himself with your entrance, zayne softly pet your hair and massaged one of your breasts, pinching your nipple every now and then.

you whined at the stretch, your back lifting up off of the bed. “oh- mmhhh, fuck.”

zayne pressed down on your chest gently to press you back down against the mountain of pillows he assembled beneath you and tutted. “stay still for caleb, you want to be just as good for him as you were for me, don’t you?”

you nod and words fell from your mouth quickly as every inch caleb feeds you makes you lose more and more of your breath. “yes, yes, i do- i promise i can be so good for him, zayne-”

zayne shook his head and turned you by your scalp so you were looking at caleb, who was panting and gripping your thigh and ankle tightly as he pushed into your warmth. “why are you telling me that? tell it to him, since he’s being so nice to you and giving you his pretty cock.”

“thank you cal- ahh! eb-” you whine out, a moan punched from your lungs when he suddenly snapped his hips against yours as soon as you said his name, the last few inches shoved into you.

caleb hummed and nodded, leaning forward to bend your thighs towards your chest and nuzzling his nose into your skin there. “you’re welcome, pips, so- ah, tight for me. ‘m gonna move now, hold on.”

you gripped the sheets and tossed your head back against zaynes arm behind you as caleb began dragging his cock in and out of you, his pace almost instantly becoming fast.

caleb groaned and rutted into you hard and fast. that hadn’t been his initial plan- no, he’d wanted to take it slow with you, really savor the moment and your body, but your pussy had gotten to his head. watching you give zayne head and feeling you ride his face had made him painfully hard, and zayne fondling him hadn’t helped his situation either. by the time he pressed into you, he was close, but he was holding off as best he could.

you weren’t holding up much better, moaning loudly and pressing your face into the crook of zaynes elbow. his bicep was right in front of your eyes and it was so toned that you couldn't help but bite it, gnawing and slobbering all over the muscle like a dog with a bone.

zayne let you bite him for a long moment before he pulled you away from his arm by your hair, looking down into your hazy eyes. he tilted his head and wiped up the spit around your mouth, spreading it over your nipples and rolling them between his fingers.

“ah-!” you exclaim, hand reaching out to grip calebs bicep instead, which only makes caleb drive into you harder, moaning and whining above you.

“how noisy you both are, you’ll get a noise complaint.” zayne teases and hooks his pointer and middle finger into one side of your mouth and pulls it so your mouth is above his leaking cock. “why don’t you use this to quiet yourself? clearly you have an oral fixation problem with the way you were gnawing on my arm.” he says, voice teasing again, and slightly mean.

you try to agree, but because your mouth was stretched open, the words were unintelligible.

zayne let out a hiss of breath as your warm mouth took in his wide cock for the second time tonight. you lapped at his tip desperately, craving the salty pre on your tongue. once you licked up all that was there, you let your head sink down until your nose was pressed against the trimmed hair at his base, crying out around his cock while caleb drilled into you.

caleb watched you give zayne head, spurred on by the sight of zaynes pleased expression. he whined and gripped your thigh tighter, lifting your other leg up so your foot was propped against his shoulder, deepening the angle. “soo pretty like that- fuck, you both look so hot.”

your body tensed, the change in angle made it so calebs tip was hammering against your g spot every other thrust. you gasped around zaynes cock and pulled off, mouth hovering just over his tip as a slew of likely embarrassing noises escaped you.

zayne watched as the two of you clearly were closing in on your orgasms. he pressed two fingers down on your tongue, making your noises far more embarrassing and louder than they had been previously.

“gooood, you’re both so perfect.” zayne purred and reached down, rolling tight circles around your clit.

you gasped and all but screamed, your orgasm crashing over you, walls clenching caleb so tight that he joined you, groaning and sinking his teeth into the fleshy skin of your thigh.

caleb continues to slowly and shallowly fuck into you while you’re both coming down from your orgasms, licking and kissing the bite mark he left behind on your thigh.

you raise your tired eyes up to meet zaynes glittering ones, his fingers gently pulling out of your mouth. he pets your hair again softly, wiping your saliva from his fingers onto your hair- whether it was intentional or unintentional, you weren’t sure. there was a lot that you weren’t sure about now in your fucked out state.

the one thing you did know was that the look in zaynes eyes said that you weren’t done. he looked down at you like he was plotting his moves, imagining the positions he could put you in. he could tell that you were likely going to tap out after one more round, so he had to be strategic about what he wanted to do and how he wanted to do it.

zayne stood up from the bed and walked over to calebs discarded pants on the floor, rummaging through them for a condom.

caleb huffed out a laugh at zaynes actions before rubbing up and down your legs. “‘m gonna pull out now, kay? niiiice and easy..” he slowly pulled out, your cum leaking onto the comforter below once he was fully removed.

you whined at the overwhelming feeling of emptiness, letting your legs fall closed. your chest was rising and falling quickly, palms holding your breasts for comfort.

caleb gripped your ankles and pulled you down the bed gently until your ass was at the edge. he pat your hip and sat behind your head, smiling down at you. “why don’t you turn on your stomach so you can face me?”

you raised an eyebrow at how giddy he seemed. when you were younger, caleb only acted like this when he was up to something naughty, butttt you thought that maybe it was just how he acted after sex now. you listened and rolled over, resting your cheek against his thigh.

caleb brushed a thumb over your other cheek and looked down at you like you were the cutest thing he’d seen in ages. “aww, how about raising up on your knees so i can see your pretty ass?”

you instantly pushed up onto your knees so you were in the face down ass up position. if you weren’t so fucked out of your mind, you might've questioned the odd change in position, and you also might've noticed that zayne was nowhere to be seen- well, that is until you felt him.

you yelped loudly when zayne pressed into you in one thrust, his hands trailing up and down your spine, sending shivers in their wake. “shhh.. you took me so well, so beautifully. i thought caleb was exaggerating, but god, you feel amazing.”

you let out a groan that’s part pleasure and part annoyance.

glaring up at caleb, who’s grinning like the cat that got the cream, you grit out. “you. tricked. me.”

caleb chucked and tugged on a strand of your hair that had come loose from the hair tie zayne put it back in.

“i didn’t trick you, juuust distracted you long enough to get you into zaynes favorite position. you’re welcome, by the way, for the best sex of your life.”

you were about to speak when zayne beat you to it. “don’t set standards that can be so easily broken, caleb.”he began thrusting in and out of you slowly, his hands continuing their exploration over your back. “so pretty. and you sound so pretty, too.”

his words drew your attention to the sounds between your legs, the wet noises that were becoming more prominent every time he pushed back into you. you whined in embarrassment, trying to hide your face in calebs leg.

caleb smoothed your hair back gently. “you’re so sweet, trying to hide like this. how come zayne got attention when i was fucking you, but when it’s his turn i don’t get any special treatment?”

you glared up again at him and tried to keep your voice even, not succeeding, as it grew higher in pitch as zayne fucked into you harder. “you- tricked me, mmmhh, so you don’t get any.. anything special.”

caleb tutted at you and shook his head, leaning back on one arm. “you’re acting like a brat, pips, what happened to the sweet, sweet princess that just came all over my cock?”

“hmmph.” is the only answer you give. you weren’t able to see the look zayne gave caleb from behind you, but caleb sure did- and he smirked, knowing you were in for it.

zayne gripped your hair that he pulled back into a hair tie earlier- you should’ve known he had ulterior motives- and pulled it until your head was craned back.

he listened to you let out a shocked noise before speaking, his thrusts slowing and his voice low and calculated. “i don’t fuck selfish brats. either be sweet and show caleb how nice you can be or continue to act like this and we leave.”

you swallowed hard and whimpered, your words tinged with embarrassment. “o-okay- okay, i’ll be nice..”

“then show us.” zayne let go of your hair.

you looked up at caleb, shame filled eyes meeting his reassuring purple ones. you wrapped one of your hands around his dick, which was still covered in his own cum from where he’d yet to clean it off after removing the used condom.

caleb sighed in pleasure as your hand worked up and down his shaft, hips bucking up into your hand when you brushed a thumb over the leaking slit of his tip.

zayne hummed and picked his pace up again, slow thrusts turning to hard ones. “very good.. you really can be good, you just need some guidance, hm?”

you nod and try to answer, but only moans escape you. your swollen pussy was so tired and overstimulated that it made it hard for you to think, let alone answer questions.

you continued to move your hand over caleb lazily, your strokes uneven and your grip somewhat loose.

caleb didn’t seem to mind, though, as he was panting and moaning your name quietly, mumbling praises.

“soo good for us, giving us what we want. and so pretty while you do it- ahh- just like that, pips.”

moaning was the only thing you could do, staring at how his cum coated your hand you drooled all over his thigh.

zayne draped himself over your back, one of his hands going to wrap around yours on calebs cock, gripping and moving it faster, which made caleb groan. “see how much louder he gets when you grip him like this?”

you whine in reply, pushing your hips back to meet zaynes in time as he fucks into you. his other hand reaches under your body and slips between your thighs, fingers brushing over your clit with sharp passes.

he pants in your ear. “if i can make you cum before you make caleb cum, we’ll make this a habit- hhmm.. you, caleb, and i together like this.”

you helplessly nod, your moans and words mixing in an unintelligible sound. desperate to fuck them both again, you slam your hips back against his, the slapping sound adding to the plethora of lewd sounds in the room.

it had been too close for your comfort, but you were already cumming so hard that you saw stars at least 5 seconds before you felt heavy spurts of calebs cum landing on your face and hand.

your face remained pressed against calebs thigh until zayne gently wiped calebs cum off of your cheek with a washcloth.

caleb took the wet cloth from zayne and wiped off your cum coated hand, praising you. the words were lost to you as your head felt like it was empty, your thoughts fully ridded by both caleb and zayne.

both guys quickly and carefully cleaned you up and changed your sheets before snuggling up with you in bed. zayne was half asleep to your left and caleb was feeding you a leftover slice of pizza to your right.

you smiled lazily as you chewed, giggling. “i won the bet, zayne.”

zayne hummed. “so you did. we’ll make this a weekly thing, then.”

“daily.” you and caleb say at the same time, which results in all three of you giggling and laughing.

thank god zayne and caleb got hot.

a/n pt2: do i think zayne would do half of this? probably not. did he do it in MY fic? absolutely!!

the rapid swell of his length isn’t making this any easier. every time you make progress trying to take him, he only grows even larger inside you.

“you’re the one who begged for this earlier. i want it, too. but you have to help me—i can’t do it on my own, caleb. you've always helped me, haven't you? always been there to look out for me. can’t you do it again?” 

swallowing thickly, he admires you through half-lidded eyes. when you push your lips into a pout, he nods slowly. giving in like he always does.

nerves alight, he wills his hips to drive three feeble thrusts into your heat. it’s a rare show of weakness from him, but even his lacking efforts make you slide farther down. 

of course, your mixed arousal dribbling down his length does most of the heavy lifting.

“more,” you urge. “more. we’re almost there.” 

“i can’t.” he’s almost delirious now. “so, so tight. feel like i can’t breathe.” 

“do it. you don’t want to disappoint me, do you? if you do, you might not get the chance to make it up to me.”

“no…no.” ardent as it is, his refusal is soft. he’s crashing quickly, devoting his waning energy to blinking the tears out of his eyes rather than projecting his voice. “never.” tensing for a moment, he gathers all his strength and rolls his hips, slow and deep, into your center. you accept him greedily, hissing through the dull sting until the rest of your weight falls on his throbbing length. once you’re fully seated, the scandalous slap of skin on skin echoes through the room. his desperate moans and a string of curses follow. 

finally, finally, you feel so incredibly whole. 

you moan, lewd and lascivious, and lean down to kiss the center of his chest. 

“was i good?” he asks, rapid pants fanning the crown of your head. “you feel so good. is this good?”

when you raise your head, he sits up on his elbows, eager to kiss your lips in grateful reciprocity.

it doesn’t take much to dodge him. grinning, you splay your hand across his now flushed chest and push him back down, earning a whiny, defeated groan. sinking impossibly deeper, you give his nose a conciliatory peck. 

"Is it?" He laughs, rubbing your arms. He thinks it's funny, being somewhat disoriented. He guides your hips up, pressing his legs together so you rest on his thighs. "Better?" He mumbles against your ear, pressing a kiss under your ear. Sylus reaches behind him, grabbing the glass of whiskey and brings it to his lips.

The round ice has melted, sliding down the rim of the cup. It burns down his throat. You turn to look at him, eyes wide for another sip. Sylus is quick to pull it away from you. He presses a finger between your brows.

"Enough." He warns, feeling you straddling him once more. Your hands slide up his chest, wet and foamy from the bath. Your nose rubs against his cheek, pressing kisses into his damp skin. Sylus's hands drag down your spine, resting at the plush of your hips. He's in a grabby mood, squeezing your ass and thighs.

You whine against his lips, the remnants of whiskey on his mouth. Fingers gliding through his hair, the air in the bathroom grows heavier. The steam blurts the mirrors and your continuous shuffling wets the bathroom mats. Sylus's hips roll into yours, hands guiding your hips into his.

Your tongue slots between his lips, saliva trickling from the edges of your lips. The alcohol makes everything feel like a blur. You focus on his breathing, the sound of his grunts against your mouth. You're lost in a trance, intensely focused on the sensation of his length pressing into your clit.

"Sylus," You moan into him, nails scratching at his biceps. Red, angry lines drag down his skin, nails indented into his skin. It's hard to not be aware of his touch. The warmth and strength of his palms beat against your skin, melting into your body. The bathwater splashes against your back, spilling over the edges of the tub. It splashes on the floor, capturing your attention, but Sylus guides you back to him.

"Shh, we'll clean it later. Come here." His large hand presses against the back of your head, dragging you back to his lips. He bites at your bottom lip, sliding his tongue into yours. At the same time, he lines himself up with your entrance.

The alcohol rudley decides to hit Sylus then as well. He's been tipsy for a while, but he's teetering the line of tipsy to drunk. His movements are slightly more lethargic, less coordinated.

But it's easy for Sylus to slip into you. He knows your body well. Your knees slide down, pushing yourself lower onto his length. Your thighs shake around his hips, hiding your face into his neck. Your low, drowsy moans ring through Sylus's ears. His determined to make you tremble, his bulky fingers tweaking your nipples.

"Sweetie," Sylus moans, your fingers pulling at his hair while you rock on his length. "We should move out the—"

"No." You interrupt him, fully sliding down onto him. Your hips press against his, grinding your clit onto his pelvis. The needy look in your eyes, the flush of your cheeks— It's more than enough to convince Sylus. His arm wrap around your back, holding you flush to his chest.

The two of your grind against one another, focused on the pleasure blooming in your stomach. Sylus nips at your skin, but you're equally as petty. You gnaw at his ears and neck, scratching at him.

The alcohol swirls in your system, making your brain fuzzy. You feel heady, struggling to keep yourself afloat. Sylus is your anchor though, guiding your hips back and forth.

"I've got you, sweetie. It's okay." His hands drip with foam and water, dripping down your back. The pressure in your stomach is unbearable and Sylus is faring no better. His moans ring through your ears, buzzing between your forehead. It's an odd feeling, one you chalk up to the effect of the whiskey.

"Sylus, please." You beg, neck craning to kiss his lips. Sylus shushes you, kissing you, lapping at your tongue. You both are too far gone, the kiss a mess of teeth and tongue. But that added sensation is more than enough to tip you over the edge. Your nails dig hard into Sylus's skin, drawing a small cut that oozes blood.

Sylus looses it then.

The pain and pleasure melt together, making it hard for Sylus to hold himself back. Typically, he would wait a bit longer to cross the edge, but he can't hold himself back.

You make him feel so good. He's so aware of how your body feels, it practically feels like his own. Not to mention the pitchy and whiny tone of your voice. It sounds through out his bathroom, echoing off the tile walls.

You feel like you're drowning in the best way possible— Ears blocked and your jaw loose. Your throat feels raw when you rise for air. You may have screamed— You refuse to find out, the shyness creeping in past your settling arousal.

Sylus lays below you, panting and heaving. Despite that, his hand reaches back to the glass of whiskey, guiding it to your lips. You take a sip, the alcohol burning down your throat. Your brows knit, staring up at him between your lashes. Sylus finishes off the drink, letting it clink against the tile of the bath.

With one full sweep, Sylus lifts you into his arms, standing in the bath. He takes a step out, careful to avoid the puddles of water that have pooled in the bathroom.

"Suddenly I'm famished, sweetie. Shall we go once more?" He asks, placing you down on the bed. Sylus cages your body under his, drawing your leg up to his shoulders. His hand smooths over the warmth of your thigh before He playfully bites your inner thigh, releasing a squeak out from you. You push at his head, kicking him away.

"Pervert."

each time his dick dragged along you tight walls and his dewy flesh rhythmically slapped against yours, internally, he begged for the building manager to take his sweet time in getting the problem fixed.

“oh, honey,” he breathed, burying his face in the side of your neck as his hips never faltered in their mind numbing pace. “you’re burnin’ up. that’s no good, is it?”

he licks a trail all the way from the side of your neck to the smallest bit of sweat above your upper lip. his breath against your face and the lingering feeling of his saliva relieves you in the most unexpected sense, briefly cooling you down before the sensation of him pounding you into the mattress shocks your nerves and overheats your body all over again.

you’ve never been this soaked in your life. the dampness coating your flesh and the arousal caleb was effortlessly intensifying had you on the verge of a heat stroke. you were being suffocated by the addicting weight of him on top of you and the heaviness of the heat and smell of sex that took over the bedroom.

how you got here in the first place was even more of a mystery, seeing as you couldn’t imagine agreeing to let him have you like this in such uncomfortable conditions. but being a sucker for caleb xia has always been an easy thing to do and needing him to fuck you harder despite your blatant discomfort was more than enough to prove so true.

you hang onto him like your life depended on it, ignoring the tacky film that glazed over his bulging muscles and golden skin to let it collide with your own.

“r-right there, caleb… baby, please,” you beg sheepishly through the softest mewl, back slightly arching off the sheets and fingernails digging into his broad shoulders. the obscene squelches from your connected bodies and how deep he reaches nearly sends you into complete delirium. “if you k-keep… mmhph…”

his quick and shallow breaths against your ear accompanied by the deep and shuddering moans were more than enough to complete turn you into a puddle.

“i feel it… hold me tighter, pips. fuck, ‘m so close, ‘m so close…”

the second your arms wrapped firmly around his neck, one of his did the same around your waist as he hoisted and angled you just right to make sure you took every drop of his cum when he gave it to you.

his thrusts were consistent and nauseating in a way that left you addicted, choked sobs spilling from between your lips, and the temperature of your body steadily increasing the closer you got.

“so pretty like this,” he cooed, leaving sloppy open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. “juuust like that, yeah? f-fuck… fuck pips, ‘m gonna—”

with complete trust in his strength, you held onto him tightly as he kept you secure in his unrelenting embrace. thick ropes of his cum spilled into you faster than you could comprehend your own blinding orgasm that made black spots briefly drift across your hazy vision.

his bare chest heaved against your own before he gently laid you down to chase after you for a much needed kiss. it made you smile when his tongue eagerly slipped into your mouth and how you could still feel his cock twitching with greed inside of you.

“you’re sweatin’ bullets,” he chuckled, using the palms of his hands to get rid of the sweat from your hairline. you purse your lips and swipe your thumb along the hair sticking to his glistening forehead. “but guess i can’t talk, huh?”

“i need a shower, ‘leb. desperately.”

“we do.” goosebumps dot along your body when he presses his lips to the tip of your nose. “a cold shower and some ice cream sound like a plan?”

you nod, not caring how ridiculous you look and sound with such flushed skin and a partially hoarse voice. “a great one.”

a/n: this is so fucking terrible and is pure slopppop sdjakakfa but i haven’t written in months… it’s gonna be hot again soon… this came to me out of nowhere… two hours later… here we are…. why not… okay, byyeeee!!!

“we’re at four,” you remind him, generous enough to keep count for him. you doubt he still can.

“h-how long do you plan on—mmh—going?” he drags his arm down just to watch your hand work him.

“till you shoot blanks," you hum, just as affected as him.

The way his length jumps at every touch to his mess-slick tip, cum already frothing thick lewdly at the base, the way his whimpers keep slipping loose—has you pulsing around nothing. zayne’s fingers find your folds, gathering the slick mix of your translucent arousal and his creamy spend as it dribbles down, pooling on the sheets.

his knuckles brush your clit. it makes you jolt and you swat his hand away. his cock jerks hard in your grip. Oh. is he into that?

“don’t distract me,” you murmur, lifting his hand to your mouth instead. You kiss his fingertips, slow.

His gaze goes glassy. you take two of his fingers in, sucking gently. The sound he makes is wrecked. downright sinful—something you've never heard before. his jaw clenches to hold back sounds. still, you bite the tip of his fingers.

and that's all it takes. he lets out a shuddered whimper as thick jets of cum spurt into your hand.

you give him a moment to breathe, to ride out his orgasm, before you straddle him. He opens his mouth to protest but it dies in his throat as soon as your juicy pussy lips rub over his hardening length.

"just one more and then we stop." you promise. seeing his state, he likely wouldn't be able to see the endeavor through. his cock stiffens once you slip it in you.

"your dedication to your work," a lazy smirk plays on his face, hands finding your hips as you begin to move on him. "Is very attractive."

"god—you're way too big," you savour the fullness that comes with being impaled on his perfectly chubby cock. zayne pulls you into a sloppy, messy kiss, his sticky spend stretching in obscene strings against your ass each time you bounce on him, wet plaps filling the room.

"push me—hah!—as far as you want." he murmurs into the kiss, before he lets out a small moan when you keep tightening at his words, gripping his poor, oversensitive dick like a vice.

your pace grows insistent. desperate. his swollen head drags along every ridge of your tight walls so wonderfully that your vision blurs. zayne's lips go lower, placing open mouthed kisses on your collarbone, the curve of your tits, eating up his drying cum.

how can you last long when he's like this? One brush to your clit and you’re breaking, sobbing as you clamp down and milk him for another orgasm. he groans, spilling again.

still, zayne manages to spread your folds apart, watching your hole twitch around him, until his cum creams hot around the stretched rim of you.

his fingers trace it, where your hole pulses around him in the last throes of your release.

"wanna take a picture?" You tease.

part 3 of the FOR SCIENCE series

"no. this sight—" his eyes never leave the place you're joined. "Is for my eyes alone."