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You dipped a finger into the thick, pink salve, catching your reflection in the vanity mirror across the room to smear it over your bottom lip. And there he was, you could feel his eyes on you. He was watching through heavy, half lidded eyes, arms tucked behind his head, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm that was a little hypnotic.

"You're going to pass out before you even get to the toothbrush, you know," you teased, tilting your head to catch the light better.

"Mmm... I'm awake" He didn't even twitch. "What does that one smell like?"

“Strawberries and honey,” you murmured, wiping the leftover pink residue onto the back of your hand. You glanced back at him, noticing the way the light caught the dry, slightly bitten skin of his mouth. “Your lips are all chapped from being out on the roof earlier. You want me to put some on you?”

His arms dropped from behind his head, hands settling flat against the mattress. You watched his fingers dig into the fabric, a subtle tension coiling in his shoulders. Then, he tilted his chin his eyes locking onto yours, making the sleepy, lazy atmosphere in the room vanish in a heartbeat.

"Come here"

"Xavier, I just did my face," you protested, though your heart gave a traitorous little skip. "I'm going to get cream all over your shirt."

“I don't care about the shirt.” The softness of his voice was a total lie, it didn't match the weight of the way he was looking at you. He shifted, lifting his hips just enough to slide higher up the bed, splaying his legs wide to create a very deliberate, very empty space between his thighs.

The small click of the lid capping the tub sounded unnaturally loud in the quiet room. You crawled onto the mattress, the sheets bunching and sliding under your knees as you made your way toward him. When you reached his hips, you hesitated for a heartbeat before you straddled his lap.

As soon as you were there his hands were on you. His palms slid under the hem of your sleep shirt, settling firmly against the bare skin of your waist.

He looked up at you, his eyes tracing the faint sheen of the moisturizer on your cheekbones before dropping, slow and hungry, to the thick gloss coating your lips.

“You want to share?”

“Yeah, let me just get a cotton swab...” you started, but the words felt a little breathless even to your own ears.

"No.”

The word was final. His hands moved to the backs of your thighs, his fingers digging in just enough to take the brunt of your weight. Then, he slid his head off the pillow, his jawline looking sharp and tense as he stared straight up at you.

“Sit on my face.”

The bluntness of it was like a physical weight, just hanging there in the air, sucking the oxygen right out of the room. He looked perfectly serious, almost calm, but the way his fingers were bruising the skin of your thighs told a completely different story.

“Xavie...” you started, your voice trailing off into something small and uncertain.

“You said my lips were chapped,” a flicker of amusement tugged at the corner of his mouth “So fix it. Put it right here.” He tapped his bottom lip with his thumb, a silent gesture, before letting his hand drop back to your thigh. “Sit down.”

The contrast between his usual, soft spoken self and the weight of that demand made your chest tighten. You reached down, hands finding his shoulders to steady yourself, the fabric of his shirt bunching under your fingers as you braced.

Slowly, you lifted your hips, moving forward until you were hovering directly over his mouth. The movement caused your shirt to slide up, leaving nothing but the thin lace of your underwear between your skin and his face.

Xavier didn't wait for you to get comfortable. The second your weight settled an impatient tug of his fingers pulled the fabric aside, leaving you completely bare and hovering just inches from his lips.

The cool air of the room hit your skin for a split second, but it was gone almost instantly, replaced by the concentrated heat of his mouth pressing directly into you.

He didn't start with his tongue. He simply pressed his mouth flat against your center, inhaling deeply, his nose parting your lips as he took you in. The friction of his cheekbones rubbing against the skin of your inner thighs, combined with the slight, rough prickle of his evening stubble, sent a sharp jolt straight to your core.

"Xavier, the lamp..." you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling just enough to make him react.

He resisted the tug, the muscles in his neck straining under your grip. He let out a short, rough breath that made your thighs twitch involuntarily. "Leave it," he muttered against your skin "I want to see how wet you get."

Then, he opened his mouth.

His tongue was broad, wet, and incredibly hot. He took one long stroke, starting from the very bottom of your entrance and sweeping all the way up to the hood of your clit. The contact made your back arch violently, your head dropping back as you stared up at the blurry ceiling.

"Don't move," he grunted. His voice sounded distorted and muffled against your wet skin. He used his forearm to pin your lower back, effectively locking you in place so you couldn't escape the sensation while his mouth went back to work.

Every sweep of his tongue was firm, flattening against your clit, smoothing the moisture he was drawing out of you across his lips. The wet sound of him sliding over you filled the quiet bedroom, the only thing breaking the silence besides the heavy drafts of air he was taking in through his nose.

"Xavie... please...” The word didn't even come out right, it just sort of broke in your throat as he swirled his tongue in a tight circle around your clit. When his teeth grazed the edge just a fraction of a second too much your muscles clamped shut around him in an involuntary reflex.

He let out a muffled chuckle, making your whole body shudder, and pulled his head back just an inch, the sight of him made you lose your breath. His lips were soaked, glistening under the glow of the lamp, smeared with you from his chin all the way up to the tip of his nose. His eyes were wide and bright, looking completely focused on you.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” the profanity made your stomach do a slow drop. He didn't look like a gentle man, he looked hungry. “Look at how much you’re leaking on my face.”

Your hands were trembling. His hair was a complete mess from your fingers.

"Is this how you like it?" he asked, his thumb sliding up to press into your opening, testing the slickness before pushing his finger inside you.

You gasped, head falling back again. "Yes—yes, Xavie, please—"

“Tell me,” he began to move his finger in a slow, torturous hooking motion inside you, while the very tip of his tongue played with your clit. He was being cruel, in the best possible way. “Tell me to eat you out until you come all over my mouth.”

“Do it,” you sobbed, your fingers digging into his shoulders so hard your knuckles turned white. “Eat it. Please, baby, just do it.”

“Good girl.”

He buried his face back into you. That slow, teasing rhythm? Gone. His tongue was fast and sharp, flicking directly over your clit with punishing precision while his finger drove deep inside you, perfectly mirroring the pace. He used his free hand to squeeze your ass, his grip firm enough to bruise.

Every time the pressure became too much and you tried to lift your hips to find relief he dragged you back down, forcing you to take every single ounce of it.

“Xavie...I’m I’m going to...”

“On my tongue, bunny” he ordered, the words vibrating against your skin. He pushed a second finger inside you, stretching you open “Give it to me. Let me taste all of it.”

The tension snapped. Your walls clamped down hard around his fingers, and your hips shuddered as you came. You screamed into the quiet of the room, your body shaking from head to toe.

​Xavier didn't stop. He sucked your clit into his mouth, applying a firm, steady pressure as his fingers pumped inside you through the contractions, maximizing the spasm, riding out every single throb of your climax until you were completely spent.

He didn't move his face away immediately, he rested his forehead against your damp thigh. His entire lower face was wet, the hair around his temples sticking to his skin.

​ His thumb caught the edge of his lower lip, wiping away a smear of wetness and licking it off his skin with a slow, dark stare.

​"My lips feel fine now," he said, his voice quiet, regular, the familiar soft rasp returning as if he hadn't just completely wrecked you. "But we might need to do it again in the morning. Just to be sure."

He lifted his coffee and took a slow sip.

Outside, nothing about him changed. His expression remained calm, composed. Only the subtle tightening of his jaw gave away the tension building behind his temple. His gaze lingered on the curve of your hip, where the delicate strap of your panties sat high, biting softly into your flesh.

"You've been rearranging the same three jars on that shelf for the last five minutes." his tone carried its usual dry professionalism, though there was a faint pause before he continued.

"If you're looking for the tea, it's in the cabinet below. If you're looking for something else, this is a remarkably inefficient way of finding it."

You glanced over your shoulder.

A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you turned and leaned against the counter, folding your arms across your chest. The movement intentionally compressing your chest, pushing the lace of your bra into a clearer view beneath the wide, slouching neckline.

"Maybe I'm admiring your organizational system, Dr. Zayne, or maybe I'm waiting for you to finish working."

"My work was finished the moment you walked into the kitchen wearing that."

Zayne set his mug down with a quiet click.

His eyes slowly scanned you from your collarbone down to your bare thighs. There was no irritation in his voice, despite what he was saying.

"You're making it very difficult to enjoy a quiet evening," he added. "A clear disruption."

"Am I?" you shifted against the counter, the fabric of the sweater slipping just an inch further off your right shoulder, exposing the scalloped edge of the blue strap. "You could always look away."

"That's not a realistic option."

He pushed himself to his feet.

There was nothing hurried about the way he moved. There never was. Everything Zayne did carried the same deliberate steadiness he brought to every part of his life, as though rushing simply wasn't in his nature.

He rounded the island at an unhurried pace, his attention fixed entirely on you.

"Besides," he said, stopping in front of you, "I suspect that wasn't the outcome you were hoping for."

He stepped closer, planting his hands on either side of you as though to steady himself there, close enough to narrow the space between you without actually touching, while his eyes lingered on your face with a focus that made it difficult to remember what either of you had been talking about a moment ago.

"You've been walking around in that all evening," he said, his attention drifting briefly before returning to your eyes, "and unless I'm mistaken, you chose that particular color knowing exactly how distracting it would be."

A smile tugged at your lips, small and innocent enough to be unconvincing.

"I just thought it looked nice."

The look he gave you suggested he found that explanation deeply improbable, though there was a trace of amusement beneath the skepticism that softened the severity of it.

"I'm sure that's what you're telling yourself."

The response earned a quiet laugh, and for a moment neither of you looked away, the silence stretching comfortably between you as though neither felt any urgency to fill it.

"Sounds like a self control problem," you said, tilting your head slightly.

Something shifted in his expression then—not enough to call it a smile, but enough to suggest he was fighting one—as he held your gaze for another second before exhaling through his nose.

"An interesting theory," he replied, his voice calm despite the challenge in yours, "although I suspect you're considerably more interested in testing it than proving it."

"That's a bold assumption, Dr."

"Not really," he said, the amusement in his eyes becoming impossible to miss now. "You've spent hours waiting for me to notice, and I think we're both aware that strategy has been remarkably successful."

He remained where he was, making no move to close the distance between you. His gaze drifted over you with quiet deliberation before returning to your face, as if he were perfectly aware of the effect the silence was having and had decided not to rescue you from it.

The delay was becoming unbearable.

"Zayne..."

His name left your lips softer than intended.

"Patience," he said, the word low and unhurried. "It's an important skill."

You let out a breath that sounded suspiciously like frustration.

"I don't think you're being very fair."

"No," he agreed easily, "probably not."

Only then did he move.

His hand rose between you, the backs of his fingers brushing lightly along your collarbone as he reached for the edge of your sweater. The gesture was unhurried, almost absentminded in its precision, and somehow that made it worse.

With a small tug, he eased the fabric farther down your arms until it gathered at your elbows, leaving you to glare at him while he regarded the result with entirely too much satisfaction.

You were left standing in just your lingerie.

And he didn't try to take it off. He never did.

"You always leave it on," you managed to say, voice trembling.

A faint smile touched his mouth

"Why would I remove something that suits you so well?" Zayne’s fingers hooked under the top edge of the lace bra cup, pulling the fabric down until the tight elastic lodged beneath your breasts, baring your already hard nipples to the cool air of the room.

Before you could think of a response, he lifted you onto the counter with effortless ease. The cold surface contrasted sharply with the warmth that had settled beneath your skin, drawing a quiet gasp from you as you steadied yourself against the edge.

He stepped between your knees, his hand sliding down your stomach, passing the sensitive dip of your navel until his fingers met the barrier of your panties. He looked down at how the blue lace stretched over your mound, already darkening with a damp patch from your arousal.

With a firm tug he pulled them entirely to the side, wedging the fabric sharply against your hip, completely exposing your glistening slit.

His fingers instantly found your drenched core and he slid two fingers inside you without warning, stretching you open, his thumb pressing firmly on your engorged clit.

You cried out and he watched your face, reading the flush on your cheeks, the way your eyes rolled back, treating your pleasure with the absolute focus of a man obsessed with every detail of your anatomy.

"Eyes on me"

You forced your eyes open, blinking through tears of friction and pleasure. He was towering over you, still fully dressed and looking impossibly neat save for a slightly askew tie. Meanwhile, you were almost naked on the cold counter, breasts spilling over blue lace.

​He let go of your underwear to undo his belt and unzip his trousers, freeing and stroking his thick, fully erect cock, which throbbed with a heavy vein against his stomach.

There was no wasted movement. He slid his fingers out of you to grip the side of your underwear again, ensuring the fabric was cleared entirely from his path.

"Hold onto me"

You wrapped your legs tightly around him, your hands gripping the back of his neck. Zayne guided his tip to your dripping hole and slowly buried his dick inside you.

The fullness was overwhelming. You gasped, your mouth opening against his shoulder as he began to move. He gripped your hips, his thumbs digging into your skin to hold you still against the counter as he slammed into you. His pace was relentless—deep strokes that bottomed out against your cervix, the wet, slapping sound of his skin hitting yours filling the space between you.

"Zayne, oh god, faster —"

"No. You wanted to disrupt my schedule, now we're doing this my way."

"S' too deep, baby "

"It's exactly where I belong, you were made to be stretched out like this." his eyes dropped to the junction where your bodies met and reached down with one hand, his cool fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, pulling them even tighter against your hip, still refusing to take them off. "You're soaking your pretty-fuck- pretty panties with your own mess."

""I don't care....harder..."

"You're so needy. If I go any harder, sweetheart, you're going to break."

"Break me," you begged, completely undone, your hips beginning to match his rhythm.

The submission in your voice almost had him coming on the spot.

"I'm—I'm close, I'm —"

"Hold it," his eyes were completely black, blown out with lust "Say my name, tell me who is filling you up."

"Zayne... Zayne, Zay....!"

That sudden, tight squeeze of you coming around him was exactly what he needed. He let out a rough sound against your neck—losing all his usual control—and on the last stroke, he buried himself so deep your hips slammed together.

A few minutes later he pulled out of you with a soft, wet sound. By the time he fastened his belt, his breathing had already begun to settle, the brief loss of control disappearing behind the calm exterior he wore so effortlessly.

Your bra was still pulled down beneath your breasts, your panties were still hooked tightly over your hip and something quietly satisfied flickered across his expression.

"Don't take it off yet," the words were delivered with the same measured certainty he used when he already expected to be obeyed. "I want to look at you exactly like this while I finish my coffee. You can clean yourself up when I'm done."

Caleb shot you an offended look before cutting into his steak again. He'd finally stopped grumbling about the menu and settled into actually eating, looking far more relaxed than he had when you'd first arrived. His tie was loosened slightly, his sleeves rolled up just enough to expose his forearms, and for the first time all evening he seemed content to sit back and enjoy himself.

Which, in hindsight, was probably why your timing was so terrible.

You watched him take another bite before the thought that had been circling your head for weeks slipped out before you could overthink it.

"I want to stop using condoms."

His reaction was immediate.

The fork slipped from his hand and struck the edge of his plate with a loud metallic clang. A streak of dark sauce splattered across the front of his shirt as he coughed violently.

A waiter froze halfway across the room.

An elderly woman nearby nearly choked on her wine.

For a few horrible seconds, the only sound in the restaurant was Caleb trying not to die.

You covered your face. "Oh my God."

"Would you like to repeat that?"

"Maybe after you recover."

Caleb looked down at the stain spreading across his expensive shirt and then back at you, disbelief written all over his face.

"Do you know how many opportunities you had to bring this up today?"

"No?"

"There was breakfast," he continued. "There was lunch. There was the drive here. There was the entire first half of dinner, and you waited until I had my mouth full of food?."

"I didn't plan it."

"You looked across this table, saw me actively chewing, and thought, yes, this seems like the ideal moment for a life changing conversation."

The more serious he tried to sound, the harder it became not to laugh. His composure wasn't holding up much better, a faint flush had climbed all the way to the tips of his ears, and every time he glanced at you it got worse.

"You're serious." It wasn't a question.

You nodded.

"You've thought about it."

"A lot."

His shoulders eased and something in his expression softened so completely it made your chest ache.

"This is embarrassing to admit now, but I actually had a whole conversation planned for this."

Your eyes widened. "A conversation?"

"A very good one. It had structure..."

"Oh no."

"It had bullet points."

You burst out laughing while he groaned and dropped his head into one hand. "Don't laugh."

"You made bullet points?"

His smile finally broke through and the sight of it made your laughter fade into something gentler.

"You're telling me you see a future with me and that's more than enough for me right now"

Silence stretched comfortably between you until a waiter appeared beside the table carrying a clean napkin.

The man glanced at Caleb's stained shirt, then at the two of you holding hands, clearly unsure of what he'd interrupted.

"Sir," he said cautiously, "would you like some assistance with the stain?"

Caleb looked down at the mess on his shirt again, looked back at you, and let out a long sigh.

"Do you have anything for emotional shock?"

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Caleb was the kind of man who brought home the exact chocolates you liked from the store near the station, who tucked your stray hairs behind your ear with a thumb so gentle it felt like an apology. He loved you with the cleanest, lightest parts of his soul.

But that Caleb stayed outside when your front door thudded shut behind you.

The man who moved you against the wall was heavier. Darker. His hands locked onto your hips with bruising leverage that shoved your lower back flush against the plaster. His breathing was uneven, smelling of the dry red wine he’d barely touched before you threw that sentence across the restaurant table.

"You don't get to say things like that out there" your knees shook, the silk of your dress bunching up around your thighs as his fingers tore at the fabric "You don't get to put those images in my head while I'm trapped in a room full of strangers and then expect me to hold back." you were trembling, and he looked down at the tremor in your thighs with cold satisfaction. A quieter shadow had taken him over—the part of him that didn't know how to possess you without wanting to ruin you. He’d been holding that part back for years, keeping it chained behind soft words and careful boundaries.

Now, the chain was gone.

He dropped his trousers, hooked his forearm under your left knee, hoisting your leg high over his hip, and drove himself inside you.

The entry was dry enough to sting, a stretching heat that caught the breath in your throat. You let out a small, fractured sound, your fingers clawing at the rough wool of his jacket, looking for the Caleb who always asked if you were okay.

This version didn't ask. He gripped the back of your skull, his fingers tangling in your hair to hold your head still, and buried his mouth over yours to catch the noises you were making. He tasted like wine and years of starvation.

His hips slammed forward in a brutal rhythm that used the wall behind you as support. Every time he went deep, the heel of his palm pressed harder into your hip bone, keeping you pinned, making sure you took the full length of his cock.

"Look at you," he rasped against your lips, his teeth grazing the tip of your tongue before he pulled back just far enough to look into your eyes. "Taking my cock so well"

He lifted your other leg until you were entirely dependent on his strength to stay off the floor. The tip of his dick, in one unyielding thrust that went past the usual limits, pushed hard against your cervix.

​"Caleb—wait," you cried out, your fingers tearing two buttons from his shirt as your head banged lightly against the plaster. " 'S too deep, baby. Ah, god..."

"How do you expect me to breed this tight little pussy, uh?" he leaned his full weight into you, pinning you immovably against the wall as his breath came hot against your ear. "I need to reach that spot so it takes."

To prove his point, he withdrew slowly, leaving you empty before bottoming out inside you again, harder this time. "Take it," he whispered, burying his face into the crook of your neck where he bit the soft skin over your collarbone. "Stay right here and take it."

He was turning your thighs into a collection of dark, finger shaped bruises as his control fractured under the tight clenches of your body.

The weight of his body, combined with the deep thrusts of his cock against your womb, broke something open inside you. Your walls spasmed, clamping down on him with an involuntary tightness.

That tight clench broke him. He let out a ragged groan, thrusting into you so hard the frame of the hallway mirror rattled. His whole body going rigid as he started to come.

​But while his lower body held you trapped his hands softened. His fingers moved to cradle your face and he pressed his lips to your forehead.

​The kiss was remarkably soft, tender and lingering— just the way he kissed you when you wake up on Sunday mornings. Below your waist, he was ruining you, his cock twitching and pumping you full of his cum. Against your skin, his lips were gentle, brushing over your damp hairline while he whispered "You're going to hold every single drop of me inside you tonight..."

​He pressed another soft kiss between your eyebrows, his chest heaving as the final pulses shuddered through him "Think I can get you pregnant by morning?"

His fingers dance over your skin, skimming along your sides before curling around the soft swells of your breasts. He kneads the soft flesh, feeling your nipples harden beneath his touch when he rolls and plucks at the sensitive peaks.

But he wants more. Always more.

His other hand trails lower, over your belly and down to the apex of your thighs. Your clit throbs beneath his touch, swollen and aching for attention. He circles it, feeling you clench around him as he strokes it with devastating precision.

"Shh, not so loud cutie, wouldn't want to give the neighbors a show now, would we?" He smirks knowing his thrusts are already loud enough to make your neighbors question what's happening on the other side of the wall.

"Here, pretty girl," he coaxes, pushing two fingers past your lips, sliding them along your tongue, getting them nice and wet. "Suck"

And you do, your mouth hot and eager around his digits, mimicking the way your pussy grips his dick. He groans low, feeling your walls clench down again when you suck his fingers deeper into your mouth.

"Yeah, just like that"

Your body seizes, back arching as a silent scream catches in your throat.

"That's it, breathe cutie" he whispers, rubbing now fast circles over your clit, pushing you ruthlessly towards your peak.

Your slick gushes around his cock, dripping down your thighs to soak the sheets beneath you when your orgasm crashes over you.

You suck hard on his fingers, moaning wantonly around them as your body shudders, consumed by the white hot pleasure. Rafayel hilts inside you, grinding his pelvis against your ass as he fills you to the brim, prolonging your release until you're boneless and spent in his arms.

"You turned such a pretty color. I wanna see it again"

Fucking you from behind never fails to drive Zayne crazy, this position allows him to appreciate the stunning vista of your back in its most breathtaking form. It's no secret he likes your back, he gets hard just looking at it, especially when its bent at such a lovely angle that it makes his mouth water.

He likes to fuck you like this, especially when you've been a brat all day, because it's easier to slap your ass and watch it turn a pretty shade of red.

He takes a moment to admire the curve of your ass, the way it juts out invitingly, just begging to be grabbed and squeezed. Then he leans down, pressing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder blades, feeling you shiver beneath his touch. His hands skim over your ribcage, spanning the narrow width of it before gripping your hips firmly, pulling you back to his cock.Hard.

"Zay...I...can't..."

One hand moves to press firmly between your shoulder blades, holding you in place to keep your face buried in the pillow. The soft fabric muffles your needy whimpers and gasps, your hot breath escaping in sharp bursts with each thrust of his hips.

SMACK! His palm connects with the tender flesh of your ass, the sharp sound of the impact filling the room. "That's for your attitude this week, let it happen again, and it will be so much worse." To make his point clear, he brings his hand down on your other cheek, the reddening skin blooming under his touch.

Your body squirms beneath him, muscles flexing, clinging desperately to the sheets. The sight of your arms straining and your back arching so beautifully, pushes him closer to the edge. "You look so pretty taking every inch, love. Give me another one."

His hand leaves your hip, fingers seeking out your sensitive clit with intent. He circles the swollen nub, teasing it, drawing needy cries from your throat. Leaning down, he brings his lips to your ear "I like it when you're overstimulated like this. It makes you cum so much harder on my cock, keep going, you're almost there. I can feel you tightening around me, fuck..."

He brings you right to the cusp of release, before finally allowing his fingers to graze over your clit. The instant contact has your body seizing, pussy clenching down hard on his dick. Your scream of his name muffled against the pillow, the fabric absorbing your cries of rapture as your walls spasm and flutter around him.

His hips jerk with each spurt of his release triggering aftershocks of bliss that leave you trembling and gasping for air.

"I think you have a few more"

He's an ass guy, plain and simple. This position gives him the most delicious view of your ass. The way it jiggles and bounces with every thrust of his hips, the slap of skin on skin pure poetry to his ears.

But what really gets him going is the view of your back entrance, clenching and fluttering every time he pulls back, the tight pucker a magnet for his gaze, drawing his eyes to it again and again.

Your ass. It's the first thing Xavier notices when his hands skim up the backs of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before gripping the soft globes tightly. Kneading. Squeezing. He pulls you back against him , grinding his dick against your ass crack. Your body instinctively clenches, hole fluttering around nothing, before relaxing into the sensation.

It's only when he lines himself up, feeling that tight heat of your pussy pressing against the tip of his cock, that he pauses. Savoring the anticipation, the moment right before he sinks inside. And then, with a roll of his hips, he pushes forward, burying himself inside you in one smooth, deep thrust.

"Do you remember your safe word?" he murmurs softly, even as his hands tighten on your hips.

You feel the wall in front of you press against your chest, and it's a good thing, because the instant you nod he fucks you like a man possessed.

He doesn't hold back. Each thrust punches the air from your lungs, your breath coming in sharp gasps, trying to keep up with his pace. His hands on your hips move, fingers sinking into the flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. Exposing you completely.

You feel the wet warmth of his spit land directly on your asshole and before you can process it, his thumb is there, pressing insistently against the entrance, slowly sinking in until he's buried knuckle deep in your ass.

Your hand slips between your thighs, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles around it. Every thrust rocks you forward and his thumb pushes deeper inside.

He's chasing something, working out the demons of his jealousy, and god, it feels incredible. Your body is alight, every nerve ending singing with pleasure as you hurtle towards release.

"Louder bunny, let him hear how good I am to you"

He changes the angle of his hips and your hand moves faster over your clit, fingers slick with arousal chasing your rapidly approaching orgasm.

Your moans grow higher in pitch, louder in volume, too lost to care how you might sound.

When he lets you cum your vision goes white and your body rigid. Your back arches, pressing your ass firmly against him. You're dimly aware of his hands moving from your ass to wrap around your waist, lifting you up and off your feet as he fucks up into you.

Your toes leave the ground, body weightless and pliant in his arms as he chases his own release and then he's spilling himself inside you. Your stomach bulges slightly from the force of his thrust, marked by his possession.

You're both gasping for air, chests heaving as he holds you close, your back pressed to his chest, his softening cock still nestled inside you

" Again"

Sylus has a size kink so this position is ideal for him. He likes to watch how your pretty pussy takes his thick cock. How you always struggle to take him, It's so fucking hot to watch you try.

He knows he's too big for you, knows you're going to be sore tomorrow. But fuck, the way your cunt grips him... pure heaven.

"Biiiiig stretch"

He groans in appreciation, watching your body struggle to fit him. The way your walls clench and flutter around him, trying to adjust to the thick head of his dick stretching you open. He loves seeing the delicate, wet flesh of your pussy stretched taut, hugging his girth like a second skin.

He savors every inch of your silky heat as he sinks deeper, your body yielding slowly to the pressure.

He takes his time, letting you feel every vein and ridge. The tiny, breathless noises spilling from your lips music to his ears.

Then he pulls back until just the tip remains inside, admiring how your pussy clenches greedily, trying to keep him in and he drives forward again, splitting you open.

"Is it too much sweetie?" he taunts, voice dripping with false concern.

He watches your face, seeing the way you scrunch up trying to form words. But you are too wrecked by pleasure to do anything more than let out choked little whimpers and mewls. He can't help but smirk at how debauched you look, lips swollen and glazed, eyes hazy and unfocused.

"What's the matter kitten? You can't speak? I supposed we can just keep going until you find your big girl words"

His hands move to your thighs to spread you wider. The new angle allows him to drive even deeper, the fat head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. He groans at the exquisite feeling of your slick, warm folds caressing his heavy balls with each deep thrust.

He swipes his fingers along the milky arousal coating his dick and brings it to your pretty clit, circling it slowly.

Your body's reaction is immediate, a sharp gasp and the rhythmic squeezing of your cunt tells him everything he needs to know.

He throws his head back with a low moan, eyes fluttering shut, feeling your body open and accept him fully. "Fuck, kitten... you're ready for it, aren't you?

He doesn't wait for an answer before he starts to move again. He sets a brutal pace, knowing your body can take it. His fingers never stop moving over your clit, pushing you closer and closer. "That's it, sweetie... let me feel you. Squeeze my cock juuuust like that."

When you cum, he pulls back to watch in awe and fascination as your walls begin to pulse around his cock. The sight of your greedy little pussy milking him, trying to suck him even deeper makes him surrender to the building pressure.

He pulls out slowly and aims the flushed tip of his dick at your entrance and with a long groan begins to paint your folds with his release, watching in satisfaction as ropes of pearly cum splatter across your sensitive flesh, using the head of his cock to spread the warm, sticky fluid all over it.

And when he thrusts inside you a few seconds later he whispers against your ear "You actually thought you were getting a break?"

In this position, Caleb is in his element, his darkest desires laid bare. He can grab and touch you however he wants. It's a stance that consistently makes Caleb lose himself, enabling him to fuck you exactly as his body craves.

Pure fucking as opposed to love making.

Unable to focus on just one part of your body without risking an early release, he seeks out the smallest reactions, like the way your hands clench the fabric beneath you during particularly deep thrust.

Caleb reaches forward, his hands taking your wrists. He tugs your arms back, bending them at the elbow until they're splayed across your lower back like reins. With your face now pressed sideways against the mattress and your ass lifted and presented to him, he begins to move faster.

You cry out, voice muffled by the sheets, and Caleb grins darkly at the sound of his name falling from your lips.

"Caaaaaaleb..."

"Saying my name won't make me stop doll, my name isn't a safe word" his grip on your wrists tightens, pinning you in place.

He moves his left hand to your hip and squeezes it tightly, leaving indents of his fingers in the soft flesh. The sharp pain makes you jump, "I know it hurts," he whispers, "but those bruises are going to look so pretty on you tomorrow"

"You are mine, say it." despite the commanding tone, you shake your head and your hips buck back to meet his thrusts, your body betraying your true desires. Caleb smirks at the challenge, accepting it eagerly.

He leans down and his teeth sink into the soft flesh of your shoulder, another mark that will surely bruise by morning. The sharp sting sends a jolt through your body and you can't help but arch into him, craving more.

"Stubborn little Pipsqueak," he murmurs, his hand sliding from your hip to your core. He grips your cunt possessively, fingers splaying across the wet folds.

With his other hand, using his grip on your wrists as leverage, he lifts and presses your body flush against his chest.

"Oh my god, yes, harder"

He grabs your chin forcing you to meet his eyes. "Tell me you're mine," he demands "And I will."

Your hand moves, covering his, and with a surge of boldness, you guide his hand lower, until his fingers wrap around your throat. "I'm yours" your voice trembles, but you press on "Now choke me."

He freezes for a split second, eyes widening in shock at your request. "Excuse me, what did you just say?"

Your fingers tighten around his hand, nails digging into his skin. Caleb's gaze drops to his hand, wrapped around the vulnerable column of your throat, making his cock twitch.

His fingers flex, not cutting off air, just applying a delicious, threatening pressure.

"Fuck yes" you moan when he begins to move again, his fingers working together with his thrusts.

His cock plunges hard and deep as he rubs your clit, and the feeling of his hand around your throat in complete submission to him breaks you both.

His arms tighten around yours, holding you close, keeping you anchored to him even as the world spins.

"Yeah, you're not going anywhere"

Your panties clung to your drenched sex, rubbing deliciously against your swollen clit with every roll of your hips. You gasped when the pillow pushed against your entrance, walls clenching around the pressure.

Beads of sweat gathered on your brow, trickling down the side of your neck to pool in the hollow of your collarbone. Your heart raced, pounding against your ribcage as if trying to break free. The room, though cool, felt stifling under the heat of your arousal. Your skin flushed, a pretty pink hue spreading across your chest and cheeks like a fever.

You knew he was close, just down the hall in his office. Working. Always working. Even on his day off, he couldn't switch off doctor mode. You had tried to catch his attention earlier, to lure him back to bed with suggestive whispers and teasing touches. But he had been preoccupied, his brow furrowed in concentration, barking orders into the phone. So you had left him to it, retreating to the bedroom to tend to your own needs.

Now, with the pillow pressed tight against your cunt and Zayne still out of reach, you couldn't hold back any longer. The pillow was a poor substitute for the real thing, but it was all you had. And as you rutted against it like an animal in heat, you felt your climax built swiftly, the coil of tension in your lower belly winding tighter and tighter.

"Y/N?"

Your eyes flew wide open when Zayne's voice cut through the haze of your lust. Your hips stilled for a moment, the pillow still nestled firmly between your thighs. You turned to face him, cheeks flushed now a deep crimson that had nothing to do with embarrassment.

Zayne stood in the doorway, his body filling the space. He wore only a pair of low slung pajama bottoms, his broad chest bare and on full display. His eyes, usually so sharp and focused, were now dark and hooded as he took in the scene before him.

"Y/N?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble you could feel in your bones. "What are you doing?"

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry despite the dampness between your legs. "I'm... I'm having sex," you managed to gasp out, voice breathy and strained with need. "with myself...because someone else didn't want to." Your hands gripped the sheets tighter, knuckles turning white as you braced yourself against the mattress.

Unable to keep still your hips began to move again, grinding down against the pillow. The rough texture caught on your sensitive clit "Fuuuuck," you moaned, head falling back, chasing that delicious sensation again. "That feels soooo good..."

"Please..." you weren't sure what you were begging for, release, his touch, his cock... it didn't matter. You just needed more. "Zaynie..."

Your thighs trembled, muscles quivering with the effort of holding yourself back from simply throwing yourself at him. Your core clenched, aching, empty, and so very desperate to be filled.

You felt the pillow being abruptly removed from between your thighs, leaving you exposed and wanting.

"Touch yourself," he ordered "Use your hand to touch your pretty, needy clit. But do not cum, not until I tell you to. Do you understand?"

You could only nod, throat too tight to form words. His hands hooked into the waistband of your drenched panties. The fabric clung to your skin, before he peeled them away with agonizing slowness.

With a trembling hand, you reached down, your fingers brushing against your dripping slit. You circled your clit, tracing the sensitive nub with feather light touches. A sharp gasp tore from your throat at the contact, hips bucking up into your own touch. Your legs fell open, spreading wide and baring yourself completely to Zayne's eyes.

"Fuck, look at you," his gaze riveted to your sex. "So wet and desperate. You need to be touched, don't you love?"

You whimpered in response, fingers moving faster, the slick sounds of your arousal filling the room. But you didn't let yourself slip over the edge, not without his permission.

And when you couldn't hold back any longer, your body screaming with the need for release, you begged again "Please Zayne, I can't... I need... oh god, please let me cum!" Your finger flew from your clit, your hand fisting in the sheets to keep from pushing yourself over the precipice.

In a blink Zayne settled between your splayed thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them even wider. His face hovered scant inches from your cunt, his warm breath fanning over the swollen flesh.

The first flick of his tongue against your swollen clit tore a broken moan from your throat, your body jerking and tensing.

He licked his lips, enjoying your taste on them."How does that make you feel, y/n?"

"L-like I never want it to end"

Before you could draw another breath, he sealed his lips around your pussy, his flat tongue dragging slowly up your slit. "Ooohhh!" you cried out, head thrown back, eyes fluttering shut. Your wetness dripped onto his tongue, coating his lips, his chin, marking him with your scent.

He licked you again, slower this time, his tongue delving deeper. Your hips moved, instinctively seeking more, your fingers tangled in his hair, not pulling him closer but holding him in that perfect place.

"You just couldn't wait for me to finish work, could you? Now you're shaking and begging me to finish what you started. But brats don't get to cum on command. They earn it."

Tears of frustration pricked at the corners of your eyes as he spread your legs even wider, until you felt a pleasant stretch in your hips. Your sex clenched, empty and aching, as if reaching for something to fill it.

Then his mouth was on you again, licking you with ruthless intensity that left you seeing stars.

"Aaahhh! Zayne! Oh god, yes! Don't stop!"

He showed no mercy. His tongue swirled around your clit, flicked over it, sucked it between his lips. Your body bowed off the bed, back arched, breasts thrust out, as pleasure crashed over you in relentless waves.

Your moans escalated, rising in pitch and volume until they bordered on wails. Tears streamed down your cheeks, throat raw from screaming his name over and over again.

Still, he didn't slow down. Not even as your orgasm slammed into you, cunt clamping down on his tongue. He kept licking. Kept sucking. Kept fucking you with his mouth until you saw white, until you thought you might pass out from the intensity of your release.

And through it all, you took it. Every last lick, every filthy suck, every devastating thrust of his tongue.

You took it like a good girl.

After a week of awkward silence, you found yourself alone in your bedroom late at night. You couldn't shake the memory of walking in on Caleb in a compromising position, him, naked and lost in pleasure, his face contorted in ecstasy as he thrusted into his pillow, chasing release. The image was seared into your mind, making your body react in ways you tried to ignore.

You'd heard him before, in the dead of night when he thought everyone was asleep. His muffled grunts and pants igniting a secret curiosity.

Now, you rub your pillow against your clothed sex, seeking the same bliss you saw in Caleb's expression. Your heart races as the fabric of your panties creates delicious friction against your sensitive pussy.

You press the pillow harder against your core and your panties dampen as your arousal leaks out, soaking through the material.

Your breath comes in short gasps, each exhale escaping your lips in a soft moan. You let yourself imagine its Caleb's hand between your legs, his fingers stroking you, his thumb circling your clit. The thought makes you buck your hips harder and your breathing grows heavier, matching the rhythm of your hips as they undulate against the pillow. The pressure builds, your body tensing, yearning for release.

Suddenly sensing his presence, you freeze. His intense gaze is palpable, even in the dim light. You feel it burning into your back, watching your every move.

Heart pounding, you slowly turn to face him. He's closer than you thought, dark eyes smoldering with unreadable emotions as they rake over your body. Embarrassment colors your cheeks a deep red.

Before you can react, he's right there, looming over you. His large body blocks out the faint light, casting long, shadows across your flushed skin. You tremble slightly, caught in the act, vulnerable and exposed.

"Caleb..." you breathe out, voice barely above a whisper. You try to tug your shirt down, to cover your exposed thighs, but he's too close. You're trapped.

His voice fills the charged space between you. "Are you touching yourself to the thought of me, Pips?" he asks bluntly. There's no judgment, only raw curiosity and something darker.

You can only stare back, mouth agape. Your face burns like the rest of you, clit throbbing in time with your racing heart.

"You're not subtle. You wanted me to know. I could hear your needy little moans all the way from my room." His gaze drops to your soaked panties, and a low, approving groan rumbles in his chest.

"You're fucking soaked, aren't you? Let me help you find relief, ."

You surrender to his dominant aura, legs parting automatically to grant him access. He doesn't hesitate and runs a single finger along your panties, collecting your slick, before bringing it to his lips. His eyes flutter shut briefly as he tastes you, sucking your arousal from his skin.

"Mmm, so warm and sweet," he murmurs appreciatively, his eyes burning into yours. "You look fucking gorgeous like this. Lost in pleasure, craving more..."

He hooks his fingers into your panties and tugs them aside, baring your pussy to him. He takes your hand in his, guiding two of your fingers to your entrance. "Push them inside. I want to watch you"

His presence, his unwavering attention, the blatant desire in his eyes, it's all too much, yet not nearly enough. Your body aches for more, yearning to give him the show he craves.

Your fingers tremble as you slowly push them inside, never breaking eye contact with him. The feeling makes you gasp, walls clenching around your fingers.

He pushes your fingers deeper, his hand enveloping yours, guiding you to explore your own depths. "Just like this, princess" he whispers.

His gaze holds yours captive as he continues, "You touch yourself like this, thinking of me because no one else gets you like I do. Every stroke, every thrust of your fingers, you imagine it's my voice in your ear, telling you that you're mine."

Caleb's words make your head spin, dizzy with lust and longing. You pick up the pace, pulling and pushing your fingers in time with his instructions.

"Do you want me to be proud of how desperately you crave my touch?" he asks as he watches your fingers disappear inside you. "Show me how much you need me"

He gathers your slick on his fingers, painting your puffy clit with it. The added stimulation makes you buck against your hand, body crying out for more.

"Please..." Your mind goes blank, focused solely on the pleasure radiating from your core and the man orchestrating it.

As your climax approaches, walls clenching greedily around your fingers, Caleb increases the pressure on your sensitive nub.

"You know my name, moan it for me, princess"

And you do, like a declaration of belonging.

He's made his point crystal clear, you are his, utterly and completely. And he has every intention of keeping it that way.

You were lost, the morning sun illuminating your passionate frenzy as you rutted against your pillow like a woman possessed. It had been an eternity since you'd last spoken to Xavier, a whole five days of pent up longing and frustration, thanks to that first real fight you'd had. His jealousy, usually a smoldering ember, had erupted into an inferno that day, leaving you both scorched by its intensity.

As you bucked and writhed on the soft fabric, your mind drifted back to the vivid dream that had started this desperate need. In your dream, Xavier was nestled between your thighs, his favorite place to be. You could almost feel his warm breath on your pussy before the cruel sound of shattering glass jolted you awake. The memory of it left you trembling with want.

Too far gone to care about the noises spilling from your lips, you clung to the pillow like a lifeline as you chased your pleasure. Your shirt was shoved up to expose your heaving breasts, a nipple peeking out as your fingers plucked and rolled the stiff peak.

You imagined it was Xavier's mouth lavishing attention to your dripping sex through the soaked fabric of your panties. His teeth would graze your pretty clit with the lightest pressure, sending you arching off the bed with a strangled moan. The pillow took the brunt of your need, cushioning your desperate grinding.

You were on the verge of exploding with frustration, your body aching for the release that kept slipping through your fingers. Each time you climbed that peak of pleasure, your clit would scream in protest, the sensation becoming too intense too quickly. It was as if you were a runner sprinting towards the finish line, only to have it yanked away at the last second, forcing you to trudge back to the starting line to begin your race again.

You were panting and flushed, your skin glistening with a sheen of sweat as you rutted against the pillow once more. The fabric was damp beneath your touch, bearing witness to your desperate need. You were so lost in your own little world when suddenly...

"Enjoying yourself?" a familiar voice asked, startling you out of your trance.

Your heart leapt into your throat at the sound, and with a gasp, you wrenched the pillow from between your legs to use as shield. The fluffy fabric did little to hide your body or the fact that you had been in the midst of a very intimate moment. Heat flooded your cheeks as embarrassment battled with lingering arousal, leaving you flustered and tongue tied.

"Xavier, what...?"

The idea that he had witnessed your wanton display, heard the obscene sounds of your desperation, made your core clench and your nipples strain against the thin fabric of your shirt.

You felt exposed and yet...a part of you thrilled at the thought of him seeing you this way. Your body was still humming with need, your clit still throbbing and swollen. The interruption had only served to heighten your hunger, leaving you craving his touch.

You looked up at him with hooded eyes, your pleading gaze a silent scream for his touch. Your voice was a needy rasp as you begged, "I need you, Xavi, please..." The desperation in your tone was palpable, every nuance of your longing laid bare before him.

He walked towards you with predatory grace, the look in his eyes was one of pure hunger, the stare of a man possessed, consumed by the need to claim his woman.

"Are you sure?" he asked. It was a challenge, a warning, and a promise all wrapped up in one. He could see the fear in your eyes, the way they widened at his words, and it only spurred him on. He lived for that look, reveled in the knowledge that he could inspire such a visceral reaction in you.

"You know I won't take you gently," he continued "You're afraid because you know I don't just want you..." His hand came down to grip your chin, tilting your head back to force you to meet his eyes. His thumb brushed across your lower lip "I will fuck you until you can't walk, can't think, can't breathe without feeling the ghost of my dick buried inside you. I will ruin you for anyone else."

His other hand slid down the side of your neck, fingers curling around the delicate column as if he could snap it like a twig. "You are not free," he whispered, his face now inches from yours. "You are not free," he repeated "because you belong to me, mind, body and soul. I will fuck you so hard and so often that the only word you'll remember is my name."

His grip on your chin tightened, forcing you to hold his gaze as he leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your lips. "You will be claimed," he breathed, "in every sense of the word. You are mine, now and forever"

His other hand slid down your body, his fingers skimming over the swell of your breast, the curve of your waist, before coming to rest on your hip. He squeezed the tender flesh, nails digging in just shy of pain "You will be fucked like the goddess you are. Worshipped like the sinful creature I've created you to be. And you will be my sin, my addiction, my reason for living, for as long as I draw breath."

His lips crashed against yours in a kiss, all teeth and tongue. It was a kiss that spoke of possession, of ownership, of a love so deep that it bordered on obsession. It was a kiss that promised pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, but also a kiss that warned of the price you would pay for being the object of such intense devotion.

He made quick work of your remaining clothing, practically tearing the fabric from your body in his haste to bare you completely. Your panties were the last to go, the scrap of lace and cotton no match for his strength as he ripped them away, baring your pussy to the cool air of the room. Your arousal coated your thighs, glistening in the morning light.

He didn't bother with any pretense of gentleness as he freed his cock from his pants and underwear. The thick length sprang free, long, hard, and already leaking.

Then he pushed your knees up and back, until they were nearly folded against your chest, your body bent in half to accommodate his need. Your cunt was exposed, soft folds glistening and swollen, just begging to be spread apart.

He notched the fat head of his cock against your entrance, the thick crown parting your lower lips as if your body was already eager to welcome him home. His hand gripped your hip, fingers sinking into the tender flesh hard enough to leave bruises, a brand of his claim on your flesh. He could feel you trembling beneath his touch, could hear the hitch in your breath as you anticipated his invasion.

With a single thrust he buried himself inside you, balls deep. Your breath driven from your lungs at the sudden intrusion, your body struggling to adjust to the intense stretch, the delicious burn of being filled.

His teeth sank into the side of your neck, the sharp sting of pain mixing with pleasure and you could feel the hot, wet trail of his saliva on your skin, the way his tongue laved over the reddening flesh, soothing the hurt.

And still you craved more. More of his touch, more of his possession, more of that exquisite pleasure and pain only he could give you. You were addicted to him, to the way he made you feel, to the need that burned through your veins like liquid fire.

As if reading your mind, Xavier's hand wrapped around your throat, not squeezing, not hurting, but simply holding you, holding you in place so he could watch your face, could see the way your eyes widened and glazed over with pleasure when he began to move. His long fingers spanned the delicate column, his thumb resting lightly against your racing pulse.

Each thrust drove you closer to the edge, heat pooling in your belly as he filled you again and again. Your nails raked down his back, leaving red lines in their wake as you clung to him.

He could feel your pulse pounding beneath his palm, could see the way your throat constricted with each gasping breath. He knew you were close, he could feel the flutters of your cunt around his cock. And he drove into you harder, deeper, his hips slapping against yours with a lewd sound.

"Who do you belong to? Say it," he demanded, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust that had stars exploding behind your eyelids. "Tell me who owns this sweet cunt?

"You Xavi..."

His grip on your throat tightened the moment he felt your body begin to tremble beneath him, pussy clenching hard around him "That's it, bunny," he panted harshly "Cum for me. Show me who owns this pretty pussy and every orgasm it ever has."

The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust of his hips.

"Fu...Xav...'mgonnacuuuuu..." your voice broke on a sob as your climax finally crashed over you. The rhythmic squeezing of your walls milking his cock, your release gushing around him and dripping down to soak the sheets beneath you.

"That's it," he groaned, his rhythm faltering when he felt his own release fast approaching. "Fuck, your cunt feels so good squeezing my cock"

He knew, as he emptied himself inside you, that your body was no longer your own. It belonged to him. Every inch of your soft, pliant flesh existed for one purpose only, to be used, to be worshipped, to be claimed by him.

He saw the way your tears leaked from the corners of your eyes. They weren't tears of sorrow or pain, but of overwhelming ecstasy. Your begging and your tears, your soaked thighs and your boneless body, they were all a part of your worship of him, of the divine connection you shared. They were the visible, tangible expressions of a love that transcended the physical, a devotion that knew no bounds and made no apologies.

This was all Rafayel's doing.

You were sprawled on his bed, aching and needy, your body burning up from his dirty texts. It was supposed to be a sweet moment, you told him you finally had time to get your nails done. But then he went and asked for more, demanding a naughty picture to satisfy his curiosity.

"Show me how nice they look, send me a picture of you spreading your 😺 lips with them, cutie."

You obliged, snapping a lewd selfie with your manicured fingers splayed over your pussy. The image was sent before you could second guess yourself. Now, you were left high and dry, your core throbbing and desperate for his touch.

Your hips undulated on the mattress, grinding your soaked panties against his pillow.

The damp patch on your underwear grew with each passing second, arousal seeping through the fabric. You ached to be filled, to have Rafayel's cock stretching you open and relieving this intense pressure.

Your clit pulsed, swollen and sensitive as it rubbed against the soaked cotton.

You were wound up so tightly, but more than that, you craved him. His touch, his kiss, his filthy words whispered hotly against your ear.

Soft whimpers left your parted lips as you writhed on the bed. Your nipples were hard beneath your shirt, begging to be touched or better yet licked.

You were so close, lip caught between your teeth and just when you were about to tumble over the edge you heard the unmistakable sound of Rafayel's voice. Your eyes flew open before you whipped your head around to face him.

He stood there, arms crossed, with a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. His eyes were fixed on his pillow, the one you'd been grinding against so wantonly just moments before.

In a flash of surprise and embarrassment, you grabbed the pillow and hurled it at him. "It's pretty rude to walk into a room unannounced, Raf," you scolded,trying in vain to cover yourelf.

He caught the pillow easily, his smirk only growing wider as he tossed it aside carelessly.

"Yeah? Well, it's pretty rude to moan someone's name when they are not around to hear you make those pretty sounds"

You felt the blush on your face spread down to your neck and chest the moment he started to walk closer, looming over you with a predatory gaze that made your heart race.

He reached out, fingertips grazing your ankle before sliding slowly up your calf. Your breath hitched when you felt his hand high on your inner thigh.

"I could help you finish, you know," his thumb was brushing maddeningly close to where you needed him most. "I could make those moans so much louder, cutie."

Desire clouded your judgment, your body aching to be one with his. So you reached out and unzipped his pants with trembling fingers. The bulge in his trousers was unmistakable, proof of his want for you. He gripped your wrists when you tried to stroke him and in a quick motion he moved to sit on the bed, pulling you on his lap. You hurriedly tugged your drenched panties to the side, the fabric a barrier no more.

He didn't hesitate. He gripped your hips and thrust up, burying himself inside you. You cried out, your walls clenching tight around his thick cock, stretching you so perfectly.

You clung to his shoulders for support, your nails digging into his shirt as you tried to adjust to his size. His hands slid up your back, his fingers splaying across your shoulder blades, holding you close.

He knew your body's deepest desires, and he indulged them with skillful precision. Guiding your hips to bounce on his cock, you felt yourself surrendering completely to the rhythm he set.

Your mind grew hazy, drunk on the sensation of his hard heat driving into you again and again. It was as if he could see directly into your soul, his eyes watching your every movement, telling your body exactly what it needed.

Your thoughts dissolved like mist beneath the scorching heat of your desire. In that moment, your world narrowed down to just your body and his, two halves of a whole united in ecstasy.

Lost in a fog of lust and love, you rode him with wild abandon. Your hips seeking that ultimate connection, that perfect union. And the moment your pleasure crested and your vision went white, he couldn't look away.

Your face when you came was the most breathtaking sight Rafayel had ever seen. No artist's palette could capture the exact color of the blush on your cheeks, the parting of your lips on a silent scream, the way your eyelids fluttered and your eyes rolled back in bliss.

"One more, give me one more"

"I can't..." you whimpered, too sensitive, too raw from your last climax.

"It wasn't a request, cutie" Rafayel murmured against your lips "Just one more"

He would take it slow, he promised, but take it he would. Your next orgasm belonged to him.

Who could blame you? You were all alone, ovulating and craving Sylus. It had been a week since he left, and you were restless and yearning.

Climbing into his huge bed, you hugged his huge pillow close, inhaling his lingering scent. The silk sheets felt so good against your bare skin, a sensual caress that made you shiver. You couldn't resist the temptation of the luxurious fabric.

That's when you noticed it, the silken texture of the pillowcase, even softer than the sheets. The material felt exquisite, smooth as a whisper against your most intimate place. A daring idea sparked in your lust addled mind. Would it feel like his tongue? you wondered, cheeks flushing hotly at the notion.

Heart pounding, you made your decision. You couldn't stop yourself now, even as a small voice in the back of your head whispered that this was wrong, that you shouldn't be doing this in his absence. But the temptation was too great. Slowly, tentatively at first, you rubbed the silk through your slit, gasping at the unfamiliar yet thrilling sensation.

The pillow was soon coated in your arousal as you grew bolder, grinding your hips against the silken surface.

The damp fabric slid deliciously between your folds, mimicking the glide of Sylus's tongue. You couldn't stop, the empty house echoed with your shameless moans and the rustle of silk against naked skin.

You chased your climax, grinding your hips in tight circles, rubbing the pillow where you needed it. Your breath came in ragged pants as the pressure built inside you, cunt clenching around the phantom stimulation.

The silk, the pillow, your own touch, it was all you had, and it was almost enough. Almost.

"Naughty little kitten"

You froze, in your lustful haze, you hadn't heard him enter the room, too lost in your solitary indulgence. Now, you were exposed, your naked body on full display as you clung to his damp pillow and the silk sheets.

Flushing with shame you tried to cover yourself, wrapping the sheets around you. The fabric, once cool and smooth, now felt electrifying against your heated skin.

Sylus's evol, a tendril of dark energy, snaked out and lifted the pillow and sheets from the bed. They drifted down to the floor beside him, leaving you bare, your arousal glistening on your inner thighs.

"You've made quite a mess on my pillowcase."

The pounding of your heart, once a drumbeat in your clit, now echoed in your chest. You were acutely aware of every inch of your naked body, every sensitive nerve ending crying out for his touch.

"Don't let me stop you, sweetie," Sylus smirked, his eyes roving over your body "You were doing so well, pleasing yourself on my pillow. Tell me, does the silk satisfy your greedy little cunt?"

"Sy...Please"

He cocked an eyebrow "Do you need my help, kitten?"

You nodded frantically, too far gone, but Sylus waited, his smirk widening, eyes glinting with delight.

"Beg for it," he demanded "Beg for my help"

Your cheeks burned hotter at his words and the ache between your thighs intensified. You knew you should feel ashamed, but all you could focus on was the throbbing emptiness inside you.

"Please, Sylus," you gasped out, your voice trembling with desperation. "I need you. I need your hands, your mouth, your... your cock." The last word was a whisper, a naughty plea falling from your lips.

He moved with purpose, his intentions clear in the dark glint of his crimson eyes. He grabbed the pillow, soaked with your arousal, and placed it beside you on the bed.

"Listen carefully, this is how it's going to go." He reached down, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. Your eyes widened as you watched the process, your mouth already watering in anticipation.

When his cock sprang free, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan. It was just as you remembered, thick, hard, and heavily veined. Your tongue darted out to wet your suddenly dry lips.

"I'm going to fuck your pretty mouth, and you're going to grind your cunt on that pillow until it's absolutely soaked." He nodded towards the pillow, already. marked by your desire. "And you better make a good, messy job of it, kitten, understand?"

You swallowed hard, nodding your agreement.

"Now, be a good girl and open your mouth," he ordered"Stick your tongue out for me."

Obediently, you moved to straddle the pillow, the cool silk kissed your dripping slit, and you had to stifle a moan, hips already twitching with the urge to grind against it. Then, you opened your mouth wide, your pink tongue lolling out as you gazed up at Sylus with hooded eyes.

He slapped his cock against your tongue, letting you feel its weight. Your mouth watered with each tap, drool already starting to gather at the corners of your lips. He teased you, letting you sample his musky scent and savor the promise of his taste.

With a low, approving moan, Sylus slowly sank his length into your waiting mouth. He moved with deliberate control, pumping in and out of your mouth with a steady rhythm.

At first, Sylus kept his thrusts shallow and you did your best to keep up, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around the tip. Drool dripped down your chin as you moaned and gagged around his cock. You felt like you were doing well, matching his pace with the rolling of your hips on the pillow beneath you.

But just when you started to find a rhythm, Sylus suddenly surged forward, spearing his thick length deep into your throat. You had no choice but to breathe through your nose, inhaling his scent as he began to truly fuck your face.

More of your arousal soaked into the silk fabric as you grinded desperately against it. Drool coated his cock and balls, you were at his mercy and loved every second of it.

He buried his cock deep and held you there, nose pressed against his pelvis. Your lungs burned, crying out for air, but you gave him the control he craved.

As quickly as he'd claimed your throat, Sylus pulled back, allowing you a gasping breath before plunging in again. His rhythm became erratic, each thrust harder and more desperate than the last. You could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing, growing even thicker in your stretched mouth.

He was just as lost in pleasure as you, his need consuming him. His balls tightened, drawing up close to his body as his orgasm approached. You grinded desperately against the silk pillow beneath you, the fabric finally granting you the release you craved as Sylus fucked your mouth through it.

Your scream of pleasure vibrated around his shaft and Sylus let out a guttural moan. Your mouth flooded with his cum filling you until it dripped down the sides of your stretched lips. There was so much of it, too much for you to swallow.

He pulled out abruptly, leaving your mouth dripping with his cum and your own saliva. Before you could even catch your breath, he commanded gruffly, "Show it to me before you swallow."

You hesitated for just a moment before opening your mouth wide, letting the mixture of your drool and cum pool on your tongue. You stuck out your chin, giving Sylus an unobstructed view.

He reached out and gripped your chin firmly, his fingers digging into your jaw forcing you to keep your mouth open.

Finally, he gave a sharp nod. "Now. Swallow it all down like a good girl."

With a bratty grin you obeyed, tipping your head back and swallowing every last drop. The taste of him coated your throat and you knew, as you licked your lips clean, that you belonged to him completely, body, heart, and soul, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

You hum to yourself as you pop another frozen strawberry into your mouth, your free hand swinging the fan back and forth in an effort to cool off.

The apartment was sweltering thanks to the crapped out AC, and your only reprieve had been a thin, flimsy dress and a paper fan that had been tucked away into the infamous junk drawer. Sweet pools between your brows, and you groan before eating another strawberry.

The front door opens a bit later, Bro strolling in with a plastic bag, Dear right on his heels, and you cheer around a mouthful of strawberries and hold out your hands. Dear makes a beeline right for you and grabs ahold of your hands, brows furrowing in concentration as he begins to slowly help you off the couch.

"Oouu, my baby is getting so strong!" You sing, a wide smile on your face at the look of triumph on your sons'. "Or did you punch some poor man on the way home?"

Dear gives you a look as if to say 'what do you take me for?', and you throw your hands up in defense, dropping them a second later to fluff at his hair that's held back into a curly fro with a headband that's working overtime.

He bats you away and you relent, moving your attention to your husband instead, or rather the bag hanging by his side. "Did you get it?" You wobble over, one hand supporting the bottom of your stomach and the other pressed to your lower back in an attempt to provide a bit of relief from the constant ache. It doesn't work.

Bro nods and you give him an expectant look. He slowly starts rooting through the bag as if there's a million things inside rather than only the two wrapped ice cream cones you had requested. "You didn't say I was getting strong."

"You're not ten years old, hun." He finally retrieves the ice cream, and, greedily enough, your mouth begins to water at the sight of the colorful wrapper. He rips it open for you and holds it out for you take, which you do without hesitation. "Gracias." You chirp, the corner of his mouth quirking up in amusement at your lackluster pronunciation, and run your tongue along the side of the waffle cone where the vanilla ice cream had begun to melt during their short walk back home.

"De nada." He presses a kiss to your cheek, and then has the audacity to try to plant one on your lips.

"Mm-nn." You shake your head, refusing to detach your mouth from the cone, and when he tries again you mush your hand against his forehead and make you way back over to the couch and slowly sit beside Dear. He's got an identical cone in hand, gaze focused on nothing in particular, and Bro sits on your other side.

Hoo boy, here we go.

"Don't ignore me, mami, y'know what that does to me." You cut your eyes at him and he lets out an obnoxious groan, only for a genuine painful one to follow when you send your elbow into his gut.

"Anyways," you swivel your head over to Dear, his attention solely focused on the sweet in front of him. "What do you want for dinner, messy boy?" You swipe a bit of chocolate off his cheek with your thumb. "Lasagna-"

"You smell like strawberries." Bro says, a warm hand resting on your hip as he lays his face in the crook of your neck. You ignore him further.

"-tacos and fajitas, or free for all?"

Dear holds up two fingers and you nod in agreeance. "Tacos and fajitas it is."

"Don't we get a vote?" Bro rubs your stomach, his voice warm against your skin. "I think the baby wants Lasagna, and I want—" You mush him again, the shape of his grin clear against your hand, and you've seen and felt that grin too many times to not know what it means.

"You are actually messed in the head."

"Go buy yourself some more candy, papito." Bro tosses the boy some change, and Dear jumps at the offer, eyes alight in excitement at the prospect of drowning his tastebuds in sugar.

"Are you actually ready to go right now, Santa? I was literally ignoring you." He gives Dear a firm pat on the back and sends him out the door, and you watch as he makes his way back over to you, hands gripping the hem of his shirt and pulling it up and over his head.

Your body warms instantly at the sight, and you don't give him the satisfaction of seeing you press your thighs together, instead crossing your arms underneath your swollen breasts, unintentionally pushing them and presenting them to his hungry eyes.

"And looked sexy as shit doing it, so don't stop on my account. Keep doing what you were doing." His tone is absolutely serious, and you give him a look of disbelief.

"You have really lost your mind."

-

Your skin is slick with sweat, you're huffing and gasping as if you've just ran a marathon, your hair is sticking in odd directions, drool is spilling from the sides of your mouth and Bro is still looking at you as if you've just won first place in a beauty pageant.

There's practically hearts in his eyes as he pushes his hips into yours, hands cradled around the sides of your belly, and you're dying to take a trip to HQ and have his brain checked by Eishia because this pregnancy has surely short-circuited something up top.

Your thighs tremble from the effort of holding them up, and he takes note immediately, always in-tune with you and your body. He guides you to lay on your side and pushes one leg higher, giving him free access to your heat, and you choke as he eases back in, fingers curling into the palm of your hand.

He says something that you can't comprehend right now, your mind solely focused on the drag of his length against your walls, the way he still stretches you out even after all this time, the sound of his ragged breathing on every exhale, the drops of perspiration that leave his skin to plop down onto yours.

It's a lot, it's too much - you're sensitive, clit throbbing with every thump of your heart, and fat tears hang onto your lashes and blur your vision. His now wandering hands don't help - rough palms smooth down your side and your hip, paws at your ass and squeeze, grabs a fistful of your breast and holds, and then he's pushing a thumb right in alongside his cock and filling you up even more, a feat you had thought impossible, and oh you've came again.

"That's right, baby, give it to me. C'mon, you can give me another before the boy gets back, can't you?"

The second day, his composure started waning. Little things like you usually did like kissing his cheek or getting dressed in front of him admittedly got him a bit hot under the collar. Even actions that weren’t remotely sexual like you putting on lipstick had him squirming in his seat. Especially knowing that he was prohibited from taking things further, it just made him want you even more.

He really tried. He truly did. But if it’s one thing Gris could never do was ignore you.

And only three days into the ban, Gris was unable to resist you no matter how much he tried.

“G-Gris?!” You gasp when you’re suddenly pushed against the wall. Your husband’s hands creep up your shirt, his touch eliciting electricity across your nerves. He gropes your breast, and you try not to moan as they make their way lower. “H-hey, wait!”

“I’m sorry,” Gris mumbled. He dips his head into the crook of your neck. “I really tried. Tried to hold back, but—fuck—I can never stay away from you for too long. Can’t stop thinking about you or this sweet pussy.”

Gris presses himself flush against you, his hands dipping beneath the waistband of your panties. When he finds that you’re already wet for him, he groans. You can feel the strain of his erection, thick and hard against his thigh, as he ruts against your ass.

“P-please? Fuck. Let me feel you?” Gris stammers. “I need you. I-I’ll be gentle this time.”

Perhaps it’s the way he sounds so needy—desperate—pathetically trying to grind against you the get himself off that you relent in a moment of weakness. After all, the ball is currently in your court. Your husband is putty in your hand, all too willing to comply to your demands as long as it ends with you taking his cock.

“O-ok,” you shakily exhale, trying not to whimper at the way his fingers prodded at your entrance. “B-but only on one condition.”

“Fuck. Anything.”

“Put your mouth on me first. I want you to eat me out.”

Gris is all too eager to comply.

When you gave him the green light, he was immediately undressing you. He sunk to his knees to throw your leg over his shoulder before devouring you right then and there.

“S-shit! Gris!” You gasp, curling your fingers into his blond hair. He lets out a groan as you tug harshly. But his mouth stays firmly pressed against your cunt, his hands gripping your thighs and waist as he greedily tries to taste you more. His tongue is wicked, delving through your folds with tantalizing strokes that have your legs feeling weak.

“God. You’re so addicting,” Gris slurs. He don’t think he’d ever get tired of the sounds of your pretty moans. And the last couple days has been torture knowing he’d been deprived of being able to indulge himself in your sweet saccharine taste. “Fuck, please don’t be mad at me anymore. Don’t like it when my pretty wife ignores me.”

You shudder out a whine as his tongue fucks into you, rough and relentless. Anything but the gentle he promised. Though you couldn’t say you were mad. Not when he electrified all the nerves in your body, having your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head.

And oh how sloppy he sounded.

Gris is messy, sucking and sucking, not caring about the drool or slick that coats his face and chin. Just tasting you has him so hard that he could cum in his boxers alone if he wasn’t so desperate to have you finish first.

“Can’t stand not being able to taste you either,” Gris drawls. You shiver when he places a sloppy kiss against your cunt. “Not being able to taste her. And just look at how much she’s dripping for me. Like she missed me too.”

“T-that’s not…o-oh shit…”

You cry out as he eases his fingers in alongside his tongue. The erotic squelch from when he curls them inward, searching for that sweet spot of yours, has his cock throbbing.

“I-it was only three days,” you whimper. “Y-you act like it’s been a week.

“Don’t care if it was twenty four hours. My point is, it was too long.”

Your clit tingles as he teases his teeth across the sensitive bundle of nerves. His lips glisten, coated messily with your arousal. He grips handfuls of your ass, holding you steady to try to drink up more of your addictive release as he grows rougher. And rougher.

“F-fuck, Gris, don’t stop,” you gasp.

You feel your head spin as the overwhelming pleasure overloads your senses. Tears brim your lashes. Your back arches up, pressing yourself firmly against his face as you tug on his hair, making him groan.

Dots spot your vision as your orgasm rolls through you. If it weren’t for Gris holding you up, your buckling knee would’ve given out. But when you look to your husband with that disheveled expression—an unspoken plea for more—his remaining restrain snaps.

Gris lifts you with ease and tosses you on to the bed. Before you could find the words to speak, his mouth is on yours hungrily while he finally frees his twitching cock from his boxers.

“Sorry, my love,” Gris grunts. You yelp as he suddenly and roughly manhandled you into the position he wanted, pulling you toward him and wrapping your legs around his waist. He rubs the swollen head of his cock against your clit, smearing precum across your folds like he was marking you as his.

Gris shudders at the thought.

“I know I promised this time to be gentle, but I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back.”

♥︎ —Bro Santa - 14 days

When you told Bro about wanting a break from sex, because work stress was killing your libido, he is completely respectful of your wishes. It honestly has you feeling a tad guilty since he doesn’t even fight you on it or complain.

The first five or so days were fine. Bro continued to let you wake up in his arms each morning and would kiss you goodbye before heading off to work. The evening consisted of intimate cuddles and conversations, but it never progressed further than that.

You spent the time also working on your health, even meeting with Alice to discuss ways to balance your stress and what you could do to regulate your hormones. Honestly, with a few simple lifestyle changes, a week or so into the ban, you wanted your husband. Bad.

But strangely, Bro wouldn’t engage.

You tried everything. Being extra flirty and touchy. Walking around the bedroom in just a towel after showering. Intentionality bending over so he could get a view of your lacy panties.

Nothing.

And by the 14th day, two weeks after you implemented the ban, you’re convinced that your husband was mad at you.

“Are you not attracted to me anymore?” You blurt out when you and Bro are finally alone in your room. To his credit, Bro looks genuinely surprised.

“Whatever gave you that impression?”

“It’s just…this last week, I’ve tried everything to get you to have sex with me and you’ve shut down or ignored all my advances. So I’m convinced it’s cause you’re either mad at me for the ban, or you’re no longer attracted to me..”

You hadn’t realized you started crying until Bro cupped your cheek to wipe the tears away. “Believe me when I say I always want you. Not being able to touch you was truly torture on my end.”

“T-then why didn’t you say anything sooner? I only said no sex for a week.”

“Because I wanted to respect your boundaries,” Bro answered honestly. “Your comfort was more important than my desires. And until you verbally gave me the okay, I was going to continue to wait patiently.”

Your heart swoons and you think you’ve fallen in love with the man all over again.

“Please, Bro…” you whisper, pulling him to you by the front of his shirt. “I want you.”

Bro swallows thickly as you press closer, a dark look in his eye as he watches your movements intently. “Yeah? And how do you want me?” He asks.

“Hmm?” You stand on the tips of your toes to kiss his jaw. “B-behind, please.”

“S-shit.” Your husband shudders. “Take your clothes off then get on the bed. Hands and knees. Wait for further instruction.”

You try not to appear too eager as you all but skip over to the bed, pulling your shirt over your head and shimmying out of your underwear. Following Bro’s directions, you climb on to the mattress, resting on your hands and knees while you wait for him.

A nervous thrum of excitement courses through you, pooling in between your legs as you hear movement behind you, but you don’t dare look back. Unspoken orders just as well applied and you didn’t want to risk Bro deciding to punish you for misbehaving (though you’ll gladly push those buttons another time).

The bed dips.

You sense him before you feel him against your back. The warmth radiating off his chest has you trembling when all of a sudden, you can’t see.

“B-Bro—!?”

“Shh, relax. I’m here.”

He had covered your eyes with his beloved cloth.

Without your sight, all the other senses heightened, leaving you straining to make out where Bro was and what he was doing by touch and sound alone. And it left you feeling all the more sensitive—vulnerable.

“This okay?” Bro’s breath tickles your ear, making you shiver. He kisses your shoulder blade tenderly, his hands gently skimming up and down your waist. You shakily sigh, arms buckling slightly.

“Y-yeah. Hurry up,” you whimper.

Bro chuckles. “Patience, sweetheart. I haven’t had my fun with you yet.” He presses a kiss against the back of your neck. One of his hands found yours, his much larger palm comforting as your fingers intertwined. “You know I got you. Just let yourself go for me.”

He aligns his cock at your slick entrance, his other hand gripping you hips as he eases himself in slowly. Bro bites his lip to stifle his groans, trying not to move too fast to let you adjust to his size. You arm buckles, but he holds you steady as he continues to inch his cock forward.

“T-there you go.” Bro groans. “Taking me so well.”

Your tears dampen the cloth around your eyes. The stretch of him felt so much bigger from behind. And without your sight, your body reacted even stronger to the way his length nudged against your quivering walls, massaging the points where you’re most sensitive.

“A-ah…B-bro—“ your body slackens, but his arm wraps firm around your midsection. “Fuck—I-can’t…”

“You can,” Bro grunts. His breath his shaky, labored from holding himself back. “And you will.”

You cry out as his hips drive forward. The fat tip of his cock stretches your pussy to the brim. Your fluttering walls struggle to mold around the shape of his length, messy as your arousal drools onto the sheets. You feel the throbbing veins on the side of his length, and your stomach feels so full.

His breathy chuckle fills your ears. He cups your chin, turning you to face him. Bro kisses the tears streaking your cheeks. “See. Y’fit so perfectly around me,” he mumbles, tracing a hand over your hips and abdomen. “Can you feel me right here?”

You moan when he presses down ever so slightly. “P-please. I-i need—“

“Don’t worry,” Bro reassures. “I’ll give you what you need. We have fourteen days of lost time to make up after all.”

♥︎ —Enjin - Barely 48 hours

Enjin thought you were bullshitting when you said you were implementing a week long sex ban.

But you were 100% (well like 85ish percent) serious. You were more annoyed than anything with your husband’s seemingly inability to ever pull out. It wasn’t like you could easily find contraceptives like condoms or other birth control on the Ground. And you both usually tried hard to be careful, especially when you knew you’d be ovulating.

That never really quite stopped Enjin though. But how could you blame him?

True, he could stand to be a little more careful and at least attempt to pull out, cause quite honestly he doesn’t even try. It wasn’t his fault that whenever he felt you around his cock he lost all sense of reason. Blame your pussy for being so addicting in the first place.

And he’s not happy about the so-called ban. Especially when you turn on your side and go to sleep on the far edge of the bed makes him realize you were in fact not bullshitting.

Still, Enjin’s not going to accept this quietly. In fact, not only is he gonna complain about it the entire next day, but he’s going to drive you mad with your teasing until you ultimately break.

"Babeee, come on," Enjin drawls. He drapes himself across your back, his tattooed hands fluttering across your waist that honestly makes butterflies coil within your stomach. "How can I apologize and make it up to you if you keep ignoring me?"

"I-I'm not ignoring you," you hate the way your voice cracks, cause you know someone as attentive as Enjin has picked up on it. A momentary lapse in weakness. A sign that you're beginning to cave. "I'm talking to you right now."

"You know that's not what I mean."

One of his hands skirts up your shirt. You bite back a moan as he gropes your beast, pinching your sensitive nipple since you weren't wearing a bra to prepare for bed. Enjin presses his lips to the back of your neck, continuing to work his hands up. He grins as you lean back into his chest. Your body trembles ever so slightly from his touch.

"E-Enjin...I-I said yesterday..."

"I know, I know," Enjin surprisingly laughs. "Look, if you want me to stop, just say the word, and I'll back away. But--" you whimper when he pulls away, the loss of touch making you ache for it all the more. "I'm also not continuing until you tell me what you want."

"I--"

Fuck. Who were you kidding but yourself? You could lie about your desires all you wanted, but it didn't change the fact how bad you wanted him. But, you weren't going to make it easy for Enjin. You too, knew how to manipulate the situation in your favor.

You turn to face your husband and muster up the most serious expression you could. "I want you to apologize."

"Hmm? And how can I apologize to my pretty wife?"

"Make me cum, and then I'll consider forgiving you," you instruct.

Enjin's smirk widens. "Say less."

His mouth is on yours--hot and desperate--while his hands cup under your thighs to carry you to the bed. He kisses you with fervor, trying to swallow up your moans and savor the taste of your lips against his. Enjin drops you on to the bed, leaving you panting while pulling his shirt over his head. You trace a hand across his chest along the intricate designs of his tattoos.

Your touch makes him shiver.

"Careful," Enjin warns. "I won't be as gentle if you feel me up like that."

"Is that a promise?" You ask sweetly, continuing to feel down his firm abdomen over his crotch. He groans when you squeeze him, the swell of his cock already beginning to strain uncomfortably against the fabric of his boxers.

In one swift movement, Enjin has you flipped on to your stomach, your face shoved into the pillows. He adjusts your hips to the height he wants, squeezing your ass playfully.

""Yer such a brat, you know?" Enjin exhales shakily. He fumbles to free his length from his boxers. Beads of pre pearl from the tip when his cock slaps against his lower abdomen, streaking across his abdomen. "Was this all part of your plan with that silly little ban to begin with?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," you babble. Your hands tighten across the sheets as you feel him ease in to your eager cunt from behind. The further he presses his hips forward, the more his length drags against your gummy walls. You groan into the pillow, your hips snapping back to meet his.

The thick girth of his shaft causes the most delicious stretch that has you gasping. The blunt head of his veiny length reaches the deepest parts of your womb without Enjin having to move much. His heavy, aching balls nudge against your clit as he ruts against your ass, trying to fill you completely and imprint your cunt with the shape of his cock.

"No?" Enjin asks. He slowly pulls his cock out of the clamp of your weeping hole making you whine as you feel every inch of him. Your puffy lips fluttered around his length, your slick release allowing him to slide back in with ease "I take it your pussy being this damn messy wasn't part of your plan either?"

"N-No!" You gasp when Enjin suddenly pins you to the mattress with his weight, rutting into you rough and fast. The swollen head of his cock bullies against your cervix with each deep stroke, working in tandem to have you seeing stars as he stretched you out in all the best ways, stringing you further and further along until the winding pressure of your release snaps. "A-Ah--y-yes!"

"Yes? No? Which is it?" he chuckles. "Well, I suppose it doesn't matter. It will end with you creaming around my cock either way."

♥︎ —Tamsy Caines - 21 days

Tamsy found your little ban amusing. You were cute when you were mad at him, so he was going to play your little game. How long would you truly last until you break? Surely not the whole entire month like you so claim.

He's not going to let you off easily either. He's going to torture the hell out of you for the next month until you're begging for him.

The first week of the ban, Tamsy carries on like nothing is out of the ordinary. Good morning kisses. Gentle intimacy of cuddling. Nothing out of the ordinary to lead you to suspect that he's affected by the ban in any way. In fact, it's as if you never even implemented, because not once has he complained.

The second week is when the toying starts. His touch becomes more intentional. His hands linger a little too long on your waist. Or he's absentmindedly tracing your skin, knowing where you tend to be more sensitive and squirmy. He's making sure to tempt you, but he never quite touches right where you want him to, leaving you frustrated and wanting more.

Of course, Tamsy plays innocent through it all. "Something the matter?" He asks.

"No," you huff, too prideful to admit that he's starting to get to you. "Nothing is wrong.

By the third week, Tamsy can see that you're starting to break.

You're clearly antsy. Tamsy notices the way you would subtly shift in your seat, pressing your thighs together or the way you were eyeing him as if you're undressing him. But he pays no mind, carrying on with his usual gentle affections that ultimately have you spiraling.

"Okay! Fuck you win!"

Feigning confusion, Tamsy looks up from his spot on the bed, when you storm into your shared room in a huff. "I don't think I follow?"

"The stupid ban? Forget it. You win."

Closing the book he was reading, Tamsy bites back his amusement when he faces you. Oh how he loved the look of frustration on your face, clearly so needy and depraved, but of course, this was and still is a game to him.

"I don't recall this being a competition. You were the one that said no sex for a month, and if I recall, it's only week three."

"I don't care about that anymore! I change my mind!" To Tamsy's utter shock, you throw yourself on to his lap, sinking to your knees on the floor. His composure breaks for a split second when he stiffens, but he schools his expression into a smug grin. "Please, Tamsy? I can't take it anymore."

"Well, you are asking so nicely." He grips your chin, turning your head to look at him. You whimper as he's by no means gentle. "I would feel almost bad saying no. Especially since you look so pitiful."

"Please?" You beg. "I-I need you. I-I...I need your cock."

A flush covers Tamsy's cheeks, and he's unable to hide his look of surprise and consequently, how your words affect him. He swears under his breath, before pulling you to him and his lips are on yours.

He kisses you hungrily, surprised by his own desperation to feel you and keep you close. Though he'd never truly admit it out loud, the last three weeks have been torture for him, trying to keep his desires in check all while he toyed with you. All it would've taken was one wrong move, a lapse in judgement to escalate things, and he would've been the one caving first instead of you.

Clearly, Tamsy has you spoiled. All you do is bat those pretty eyelashes of yours and it has him bending to your every whim.

"Just look at you~" Tamsy muses. Your folds are already slick and glistening when he pulls off your underwear. Dragging his fingers down your slit, he grins at the way you squirm. "You're this wet already?"

"I-its cause of all your damn teasing," you try to sound mad, but can't stop the moan that escapes your lips when two of his fingers prod through your entrance.

"It's my fault? You're blaming your poor husband an awful lot for your actions."

Bringing his fingers to his mouth, Tamsy sucks your juices off them, groaning at way you taste. He could feel his dick throb in response, and he was briefly torn between wanting to drink you up more or having you take his cock now.

"T-Tamsy, please, m'sorry. Jus' need you inside already," you plea.

Your cunt was practically aching with the need of him filling you up. And you were nearly feed up with his antics. You just needed the slightest bit of relief, something to settle the budding pressure between your legs, so you bring your fingers down to circle your clit.

Suddenly, Tamsy grips your wrist tightly, pinning them above your head.

His rough handling leaves you gasping, and you're barely able to gather your bearings when he folds your legs over his shoulders, fucking into you deep in one hard thrust.

"Ack--Tamsy!" Tears dot your lashes, and you can hardly breathe with your knees pressed to your chest. Still, the position has pleasure coiling within your stomach, because he feels so impossibly deep this way.

"You're such an impatient brat," he sighs, though it sounded more like a groan. "Shit...I almost forgot how heavenly you feel."

Tamsy shifts his hips, gripping your thighs as he presses you further into the meanest mating press. The thick length of his cock drags across your gummy walls when he moves. Your cunt seems to convulse in response, squeezing around him tightly as your arousal drools down his shaft.

"F-fuck, you're too deep~" You whimper. At that, your husband chuckles, dipping his head down slightly to kiss you.

"I'm going to have my way with you however I want," Tamsy whispers. "So I don't want to hear any whining, because you're not leaving this bed until I've had my fill."

♥︎ —Arkha Corvus - 10 days

Corvus was entertained by the little bet you proposed.

No sex for a month? Whoever lasts the longest without caving gets bragging rights and any favor from the loser? Sure. He’ll pay your little game.

The rules were simple.

Any teasing was fair game as long as it wasn’t physical.

Normal forms of physical affection such as kissing, hugs and cuddling were allowed, but one was not allowed to utilize it for teasing that could result in the other person cumming.

The first person to yield before the month ends admits defeat and the other person is deemed the victor.

Sounds easy enough.

Little did you know, Corvus knew from the start that he would lose.

Sure, he was happy to play along with your little games, especially given how competitive you were. But he already knew that he could never truly resist you.

So rather a competition with you, it was more so a test to himself of how long he could hold back. How long could he pretend that your kisses don’t affect him? That he wasn’t turned on by the sight of your lacy panties that barely covered your ass? Or that he wanted nothing more than to rip that towel off of you when you walk around the bedroom in just that.

Short answer: 10 days.

“I’m afraid, I admit defeat, darling,” Crovus says. His lips press against the shell of your ear, making you shiver. He readjusts you in his lap, a seemingly innocent gesture if it weren’t for that you’re currently trying to seat yourself on his cock.

And fuck was he so pent up.

You could barely sit comfortably with how seemingly engorged his length was, the swollen tip nudging against your most inner walls with every slight shift. And you were trying your best to take him all the way, pushing and pushing, inching him further.

Your trembling thighs were slick with your arousal dripping in between the two of you. And you already felt winded though he wasn’t even halfway in.

"A-Arkha, I-I--"

Was his cock always this thick?

Your husband's kiss is gentle against the back of your neck before he whispers an apology. His hands grip your hips before he slams you down on his cock until your pelvis hits his. Corvus breathes heavily as he waits for you to adjust to his size. You squeeze around him so tightly and your walls seem to keep fluttering as you struggle to accommodate him.

“So, based on the terms of the competition, it would seem that you win," Corvus chuckles, his voice heavy with lust. Warmth radiates from his firm chest as you keen against him. He gropes your breasts, squeezing the sensitive mound in his palm while his other hand skims across your thigh, inching closer and closer to your puffy and swollen folds.

"Which means," he continues, "you have a prize to claim. What shall it be, my love?"

Corvus pinches your nipple between his fingers making you gasp. Your hips jerk. "I-I want..." you blink back tears. "I want you to fill me up and make me cum."

"If that is that is what you wish."

He hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls your legs back against your chest in one swift motion. You gasp out as his cock kisses your cervix followed by subsequently rougher and faster thrusts that have you seeing stars.

Corvus drives into you with precision, intent on drawing out your release that was quickly coiling tighter and tighter as his length fills you up again. And again. And again. As your cunt squeezes around him, seemingly trying to suck him deeper, he lets out a low groan, hips stuttering in their pace.

"Your pussy is one day going to be the death of me" Corvus laughs lightly. "I knew from the start there was no way I'd win this competition. I can never--ngh--t-truly resist you."

"T-Then why did you agree?" You whimper as he pulls your legs further back, deepening the feel of him in your womb.

"Hm, perhaps simply for my own ego. Was trying to prove to myself more than anything." Corvus pauses just briefly enough to lift and turn you around. For the first time, your husband truly looks disheveled, skin covered in a sheen of sweat. His gaze darkened, shrouded in pure need, but also, the barest hint of the usual adoration he regards you with.

"And how foolish I was."

He slams you back on his cock and claims your lips in a kiss before you could scream. He sucks the air out of your lungs, relishing the way you taste. You grind down against him, the friction stimulating your clit, which has you cumming seconds later with Corvus's name a meek plea on your tongue.

"S-Shit..." Corvus fucks you through your overstimulation. He feels his balls constrict and his abdomen tightened. One, two, three more thrusts and he’s gripping you close to him when his orgasm hits hard. He pulls you into his chest, holding you close as he pumps his cum deeper all while gripping your hips with bruising strength.

Your body trembles and all your energy disappears as you succumb to the euphoria induced lightheadedness. You feel your stomach warm as your husband paints your insides white with his release. He cums so much that sticky globs ooze out your poor cunt, dripping down your thighs when he slides his cock out slowly.

"This won't do~" Corvus tuts. "I won't fulfill my end of the deal at this rate."

"W-What?" You stammer. You tense, before letting out a shaky moan when he presses his fingers into you, pushing his cum back in.

"Ten days," Corvus drawls, teasingly tracing his thumb around your clit to make you squirm. "Ten days I've neglected this pretty pussy. Failed to satisfy my wife. It truly won't be fair unless I give you an orgasm for every day, no?"

♥︎ —Zodyl Typhon - 7 days

Zodyl doesn’t understand what you’re mad for.

He was too rough? You couldn't feel your legs? Your hips were aching?

Was that not the point?

Well, apparently not to you, and as punishment, you implemented a two week ban on sex.

The first couple days, he acts like nothing is happening. It honestly doesn’t even phase him until about day three when you go to bed without so much as even acknowledging him. That’s when Zodyl realizes you were truly serious about the ban.

What’s even worse is that you will barely talk to him, only giving him short answers, still clearly irritated. It has Zodyl genuinely at first starting to feel bad, but he starts to begin to suspect that you’re in fact doing this little stunt for attention. After all, you talk so casually and freely with the other Raiders but give only him the cold shoulder? Not to mention, you won’t hear him out to apologize?

And he wasn’t wrong. You were intentionally being a brat. Intentionality trying to rile him up, which was definitely working.

By the fifth day Zodyl was annoyed.

By the sixth day, his patience was waning.

By the seventh day, he finally snaps.

“Hm, where’d that attitude of yours go?” Zodyl muses, clearly entertained by the sound of your whines and halfhearted pleas. His hands are firm around your waist for leverage as he drives his length in and out of your weepy cunt. You've already cum once--or maybe twice-- you weren't even sure anymore, completely delirious from the way the thick, bulbous tip continued to kiss that sweet spot of yours again and again.

And Zodyl by no means cares how overstimulated you are. Your pussy continues to gush around his length, coating the base of his shaft in a messy ring of white. Each time his hips snaps against yours, the resounding sticky pap, pap, pap, of your arousal only in fact seems to continue to spur him forward.

"Z-Zodyl, wait! Fuck! I’m gonna cum again-n-no no!” Your bite down on to the pillow, muffling your cries, but Zodyl neither stops nor slows down. His veiny cock drags across your gummy walls, claiming every inch of you, reminding you who you belong to.

"Funny how all it takes is giving you my cock and that little facade of yours begins to crumble," Zodyl chuckles. "You're dripping, love. Tell me, did you miss it that much?"

"T-That's not--ack!" The air is sucked out of your lungs when Zodyl grips your throat, pressing just hard enough for you to be breathless. "A-ah, please..." you whimper.

"I’ve put up with your little tantrum for week now. Feel free to be mad at me all you want, but I don’t take kindly to you ignoring me."

"M-m'sorry."

"I somehow doubt that you are." Zodyl presses his hips forward, making you gasp as he pins you to the mattress. "Maybe if you give me another orgasm, then I'll consider forgiving you."

"B-but I can't cum anymore~" You whine.

"I’m sure you can.”

When his arm wraps around your throat, trapping you in a near headlock, your eyes roll back. Despite how lightheaded you feel, electricity explodes throughout your body, tingling throughout your sensitive body. Zodyl hisses through his teeth feeling your cunt throb around him.

"Fuck, you like me being rough with you?"

"Y-yes!" You could hardly breathe, tears clinging to your eyelashes, but Zodyl didn't budge when you push back against him. "A-ah, you're so deep--P-Please, I-I need--"

"Don't worry," Zodyl pants. He squeezes just slightly, leaving you winded enough to want more. "I fully intend to satisfy your every need."

He begins to fuck back into you with that same relentless pace, the stretch of him seeming suddenly bigger than a moment ago. And everything about him is so much larger, keeping you helplessly trapped against him. But the thick curve of his cock continues to press forward inch by excruciatingly delicious inch while he fills you to the brim over and over just the way you like.

And Zodyl would be lying if watching you struggle didn't turn him on more.

He could feel his self control slowly slipping away, becoming rougher and harder, making the bed creak. He could feel himself throb, his already sensitive cock aching for relief as you squeeze around him.

"S-shit...Zodyl...gonna-" You choke on your words as your release hits you so hard, you lose your breath. Your clit tingles, the overstimulation nearly making you sob.

Your husband swears under his breath. He drives himself as deep as he could. All the pent up frustration from the week has him cumming thick ropes into your womb. The intensity rocks his body. His hips stutter forward, Zodyl grabbing the headboard to steady his balance and catch his breath. You take the momentary reprieve to gasp, the dizzying euphoria finally beginning to subside.

"A-ah," you groan, your hips aching when Zodyl shifts you into his lap. To his credit, he takes the next couple minutes fussing over you. Despite his roughness, Zodyl hadn't left any marks, which he never wanted to do. "I can't feel my fucking legs. I don't think I can walk."

At that, Zodyl chuckles. "Why ever would you be concerned with that?"

You give him a confused look. "Excuse me?" Suddenly, your world blurs and you're flipped on your backside. You gape up at your husband, who merely runs a hand through his hair to smooth down the wild, lose, strands. His other hand holds his cock that's still slick with your arousal.

He's already hard again.

"Shh. Pretty Momma. You got this."

Your husbands large hand covers your mouth as your eyes water. You've been trying to stay quiet.. Your baby boy Dear was just in the room next to your shared one. You both finally got him to bed-- But it's been a long day full of tantrums. You needed this, you needed your husband and he needed you.

"Relax momma.. I know you can take me. There you go.. a little more baby."

Your eyes watered from the sting. Your husband was a big man, height and width.. And the monster he had between his legs was no different. His fat cock split you open. Even though he made sure to get you nice and wet for him with his tongue, it was still a struggle.

Your ass was up in the air while your tits were smashed against the mattress. Your sweet husband made sure to place a pillow under your hips to help you out a bit. He was always so careful with you.

"Oh fuck. You feel so good."

You moaned at the wet kisses he laid on your nape and shoulders. His goatee tickled your skin and you giggled. The pain was completely forgotten as he bottomed out.

"Am I tickling you baby?"

You nodded with lidded eyes as he lifted his hand to hear you. "I like it.."

His deep chuckle sends tingles down your back and deep into your stomach. "Can you be quiet for me? Or do you need help?"

There was no way... He filled you up so good. Your walls fluttered around his length as you became impatient. He kissed your ear and you shook your head. "You need to help me love."

He hummed against the sensitive skin of your neck. "I got you. Try your hardest baby."

Before you could answer his hand was over your mouth once again. His hips rolled in a sweet rhythm before he let out a soft groan. Your eyes watered as he hit your sweet spot over and over. His thrust became a little more harsher as he picked up his speed.

The nasty sound of your cunt crying for him filled the room. Your muffled moans mixed with his quiet choked groans.

"That's it momma. Take it. Take it.. My sweet girl. My baby."

Your heart jumped at the sweet names.

"look at me pretty..."

You couldn't, your body was already beginning to shake. Daddy didn't like that.

"Hey." His other hand tangled in your hair and forced your head back. "Right here sweetheart. Look at me. Eyes on me.."

You fought as your eyes threatened to roll to the back of your skull. Drool seeped out from between his fingers as you hung your mouth and stared into his eyes with tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Let go baby. I have you.."

That's all you needed to lose control. Your orgasm hit you like a trash beast and stars danced around the room. An electric pleasure raced throughout your whole body as you came undone for your man. He groaned a little too loud and pushed your head back down to the mattress.

"Hang onto something baby. I need to fill you up. Give Dear a baby brother or sister?"

Ugh your cunt squeezed around him at the idea. You'd give this man anything he wants.. Your voice was weak as overstimulation was taking over. "Yes please. Please give me a baby.. Let me make you a daddy again."

His began to fuck you harder. His heavy breathing on your back as he watched your ass ripple with every thrust. "Yeah? Make me a daddy again? I like the sound of that baby."

You nodded as you let out a silent scream. His thrusting so forceful that your breath was stuck in your lungs. Your eyes rolled as another high quickly reached you. A clear liquid squirted all over his thighs as your husband let out a beautiful moan before shoving his cock deep inside you and filling your womb with his seed.

He left sloppy kisses on every inch of your body as you caught your breath. His strong hands kneaded every sore spot as he helped you clean the mess between your thighs.

It was often your husband had his hair down. It stuck to his body like glue as you giggled at his appearance.

"Bro Santa... You are one handsome man."

He brings you closer to him as you cuddle in bed. You share a sweet kiss and chuckle as your tongues dance. You lay on his chest as he plays with your hair.

"And you're such a beautiful lady. My lady, my love. "

You kiss his chest. "Always your love. And you'll always be mine."

Caleb has a firm grip on your plump hips, forcing you in place as he slams his hips into yours— fat cock pushing deep into your velvety walls with a wet squelch, heavy balls slapping deliciously at your puffy clit. Occasionally, there’s a small peak of his dick, a white ring formed around the thick base of his cock, a sticky mixture of yours and his’ previous orgasms.

“Mmhp—! Hnng. .” You loudly moan into the pillow, uselessly scratching at the soft yet slightly wet fabric.

Cock buried deep in your pussy, he rolls his hips— stirring up your cum coated walls with an obscure and nasty squelchhh. In response, his thick cum pools around his thick shaft. . his seed slowly drips onto the dirtied sheets. You let out an exhausted moan into the pillow, squealing loudly when Caleb pulls out until only the bulbous tip of his cock was plugged into your messy hole before slamming his hips into yours, with a pwap plap, causing your walls to quiver around his dick. . gushing out even more of his cum. 

“Nngh sh- shitt, babe! S- so noisy. .” Caleb heavily pants out, teeth biting at his swollen bottom lip, drawing crimson liquid from the flesh. 

“B- baby! Y- you’re soo —hnng. . wet” He hiccups, pausing his motion of rolling his hips against yours, opting to switch to thrusting deep and hard into your gushing cunt.

While you’re exhausted and purely cock drunk, Caleb, somehow, has enough pleasure to pound you into the bed— perhaps it was the godly sight in front of him that spurred him further on. Scattered along your neck, collarbone, and back are purplish red bite marks littered on your flesh. . deliciously pretty. Every time he slams into you, your plump ass jiggles and bounces with the toe curling thrust— there’s a mixture of sweat and dried cum on the flesh. 

You squirm and thrash, weakly attempting to escape from the mind numbing pleasure that’s being fed to your body. The grip on your hips quickly becomes mean and bruising, it’s obvious Caleb isn’t going to let you easily escape from him. You drool into the pillow, tears spilling from your watery eyes. 

One of the hands on your hips shakily grab at your hair, gently yet firmly pulling you from the tear shaken pillow— forcing your body into a difficult arch that lets Caleb abuse your sweet spots even better.

“Do- don’t try to —ohhhfuck. . t- to squirm from me!” Caleb grunts out, releasing your hair, letting you slump back onto the bed before his hips grab at your hips tightly. 

Your eyes go wide, that knot in your belly snapping, pussy gushing around his cock for the nth time. The feeling of overstimulation is familiar, your body trembling against the bed— sobbing into the fabric when Caleb’s full balls slap harshly at your engorged clit, causing jets of cum to squirt from your cunt. 

“F- fuckkk. . Yo- you’re squeezingme sooo tight—! Nnghfuck. . baby!” He chokes on a moan, fingers digging deeper into your plump hips, surely leaving purple marks behind, tugging you to meet his thrust halfway.

“L- leb’ haaah-! Sl- slow!” You squeal, voice muffled by the cloth.

The wet plap and fwopping sounds of Caleb’s skin meeting yours in deafening, mingling with the nasty squelch and slosh of your velvety walls stretching perfectly around his dick. Submitting to desire, a hand grabs at the globs of fat of your ass— fondling and greedily groping at the soft flesh that spills between his fingers. 

“Haah. .? W- what was that, baby —nngh!” Caleb groans out, pinching at your ass.

“Wa- want me to —ngh shit. . s- slow down? N- no. Yo- you’ve. been. teasing. me. all. fucking. day—!” He breathes out between loud moans and whimpers, each word followed by a delicious thrust that makes tingles course through your spine. . the creaking sound of the bed giving way slowly intensifies.

“Y- you’re gonna break —ohmygod. . t- the bed!” You attempt to reason, that doesn’t stop you from squeezing tightly around him as you buck your hips to feel him push in deeper into your pussy. 

Your words seem to go into one ear, exiting out the other. It’s like Caleb hasn’t really processed your words, mindlessly fucking his overstimulated cock erotically into your sloppy cunt. 

“G- gotta t- teach you a lesson. . hnng-!” Caleb hiccups, hands lifting in the air before landing on your asscheek, eliciting a delighted squeal. 

It’s louder and clear now— the sounds of the bed shaking, the faint cracks of the wooden frame giving way. Completely cock drunk, you struggle to push your ass back against Caleb, desperate to feel his cock burying itself deeper and deeper into your gooey walls until you're full of his thick cum. Another painful smack has you drooling and whimpering into the pillow, the dim pain melting into overwhelming pleasure.

“Haah. . Y’knew h- he was —holyshit. . fl- flirting with you, baby!” He whimpers out loudly, groaning when your walls spasm around his length when he brushes against your sweet spot.

Another loud smack, your poor asscheek is already beginning to turn a pretty shade of red— you’re loving every second. That familiar knot in your lower belly is getting tighter and tighter, you are soo close to cumming again. 

“Hnng—! P- please. . d- don’t stoppp!” You mewl, gasping in ecstasy when he pistons his hips to ensure he pounds into your sweet spot. 

You can tell he’s close too— the way his grip on your hips and ass tightens painfully, his thrust sloppily, cock throbbing and bobbing deep in your pussy, his moans and whines getting louder. You let out an open mouth scream into the pillow, cumming for the nth time around his cock, the ring of cum smearing onto his pelvis and the skin of your ass. Caleb whimpers your name loudly, pushing his hips flushed against yours, balls pressed against your puffy clit, cock spurting a copious amount of cum into your cunt, the excess dripping out of your stuffed pussy.  

“Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyoui—“ Caleb babbles dumbly, rolling his hips against yours, the wet slosh of him burying his seed deeper into your pussy. 

He slowly pulls out with a wet pop, silently watching his cum pour out from your messy cunt. Caleb drags his cock through your swollen folds, back and forth, pressing himself back into your cunt with a wet squelchh. A weak attempt, you try to squirm and thrash from his grip but he keeps you still, hips smashing into yours. 

Not a single drop of regret bubbles in you— getting your boyfriend jealous might be your favorite occupation, especially when he’ll fuck you stupid and spank you until your ass is a pretty shade of red in response. 

⭑.RAFAYEL

Perhaps having Rafayel as a boyfriend has made a certain playful side of yourself develop—  you’ve been teasing him all week in numerous ways, knowingly riling up your poor boyfriend. Sitting on his lap randomly, grinding your ass against his crotch early in the morning, bending over to pick up something you accidentally dropped. It was inevitable, he’d eventually submit to his own desires.

He is in heaven— the feeling of plump, squishy thighs pressed firmly against the sides of his head, the scent of you is much more intense, and your sweet cunt for him to mindlessly lap at. So what if he easily fell for your little trap? How could he possibly care when he’d end up trapped between your thighs? Rafayel is nasty messy, dragging his tongue through your slickened folds— the noisy sound of his lips wrapping around your puffy clit, the wet squelch of his tongue dipping into your gummy entrance, and the muffled sounds of your boyfriend moaning into your pussy.

Each time Rafayel drags his tongue along your syrupy slit, perfect nose pressed into your clit— you’d buck, tremble, and hump his face weakly. . smearing your sticky juices all over his face. And every time you’d unconsciously press your pussy harder into his face, he’d let out a shameless moan into your core, the delicious vibrations coursing through your body. . making you moan even louder. Ooh fuck, and the way you’d let out a deafening squeal when he thrusts his tongue in and out of your velvety walls— your fingers darting to firmly grab at the purple strands of his hair, carding through his hair and occasionally tugging on it.

“Mmhp— ohhhfuck! Hung. . r- rafyie” you mewl out softly, voice hoarse and broken from how much moans and whimpers that Rafayel has ripped from you, you weakly roll your hips to grind your overstimulated pussy on his face. 

This is the first time you’ve ever heard your boyfriend soo quiet before, minus all the moaning and whining he’s unbashfully letting out into your swollen pussy, finally not babbling out praise and worship for you. However, that’s just because he’s proving his love in another way— keeping his mouth busy with lapping, sucking, slurping until you can’t help but cum into his mouth. Rafael slowly drags his thick tongue through your sopping folds, up and down in a dizzying manner, his nose pressing against your swollen clit. . lewdly inhaling your addictive scent that surrounded him.

The pressure on your clit has you crying out his name loudly, squirming lightly. Each time Rafayel glides his tongue through your syrupy pussy, your folds part, giving him the chance to taste the arousal that leaks from your messy hole. The grip on your hips tightens, a finger tapping on your plush flesh twice— you lift your hips up enough room for him to breath. 

“Haah. . ohmygod, my pearl” Rafayel breathes out between ragged pants, his warm breath fanning onto your spit and arousal covered clit.

“You taste sooo de- delicous, cutie. .” He says quietly, kissing at your puffy clit tenderly— chuckling softly when the bud throbs against his lips. 

Rafayel tugs you back down onto his face, fingers tightly digging into your plump hips. . forcing you to roll your hips, grinding your heat on his face. He glides his tongue through your folds two times, back and forth back and forth, before he plunges his tongue into your quivering hole— summoning a loud whine of pleasure. The feeling of his tongue dragging along your velvety walls has your toes curling, eyes rolling back, and a whine of Rafayel being ripped from you.

“Hnng-! I-I can’t —nghhh. . can't take anymore. .” You babble out, squirming and writhing, though to no avail.

He tilts his head upwards, lips engulfing your puffy clit— sucking harshly until he feels your hips jolt. Greedily, one of his hands grabs at your ass chick while the other one stays glued firmly to your hips. Rafayel plays with the supple flesh, squeezing and fondling at the globs of fat on your ass— giving it a soft smack. 

“Haah-! Nnghfuck. . t- too much. . raf’!” You sob loudly, tears clinging in the corner of your eyes.

The feeling of overstimulation has you whimpering and trembling helplessly,  but Rafayel can’t stop— he needs to coax out more and more of your delicious juices. Oh, he’s hooked on you. He’s basking in your reactions; every single time your moans become high pitched, he’d peer up from between your thighs.

“Mmhp—! Fu- fuck. . feels too Ra- Rafie! Wanna. .—nghh, cuum” you slur out dumbly between whines, squealing when he spanks to the flesh of your ass.

That knot in your stomach is getting tighter with every passing second, you are trembling violently now. Rafayel’s tongue delves through your sopping folds— tongue tracing through your creamy slit, driving you closer and closer to your impending orgasm. Maybe the lightheadedness, from the lack of oxygen and drunk off your taste and scent, finally got to your boyfriend’s head— perhaps that’s the only explanation of his cock throbbing violently in need.

Rafayel is widely bucking his hips into the air, fucking into nothing— caught between the option of eating you out until his jaw aches or giving into the need. . ultimately choosing to worship his girlfriend. The moment he suckles onto your clit, tongue smoothing the swollen flesh. . you’re letting out a loud sob, tears dripping down your cheek. You wail loudly, cumming around nothing, shakily rolling your hips as you ride out your orgasm.

“Haah—! Fu- fuck me. .” you sigh out softly, shakily lifting yourself off his face.

There’s thin strings of arousal connected between your pussy and his face, his face covered in your juices and arousal. Messy and nasty. 

“Haah. . yo- you taste soo good” Rafayel pants, it’s quite obvious he’s just as drunk as you are— pussy drunk. 

“—Need more. .” He murmurs out, gently spanking the warm flesh of your ass, dragging you onto his face again with the personality of man that intends to make you jelly boned and sobbing in ecstasy.

⭑.XAVIER

You are a complete, hot mess— fat tears clinging from the corner of your eyes, loudly whimpering and whining from the overwhelming pleasure, weakly and helplessly clawing at the soft fabric of a pillow before you. Eyes burning with hunger and need gazes at your body; skin covered in a slight sheen of sweat from the heat and ecstasy. . glistening in the dimmed lights to cast a pretty shining effect on your gorgeous body, scattered along the flesh of your neck and back are purple and red hickey marks from Xavier’s hungry mouth. 

If it wasn’t for the calloused hands, greedily grabbing at your plus hips with a firm grip, dragging you to meet Xavier’s rough thrusts halfway. .you would have already collapsed on the bed from the sheer exhaustion. You’re completely drunk from that additive feeling of intense pleasure, with each orgasm ripped from your body, the pleasure bleeds into overstimulation yet you still beg for more— perhaps this is what it meant to be cockdrunk. You are tumbling violently like a small leaf, you can barely hold your loud whines and tears every time his cock drags perfectly along your velvety walls. . easily pounding into your sweet spots.

The apartment room is deafening, surely the lewd harmony you both are creating can be heard perfectly. Each time Xavier gives you a frantic and rough thrust, his slender cock pushing deep into your gooey walls, an obscure squealchh and sloshing sound of your sopping cunt would fill the room along with the sounds of slick skin slapping against each other loudly. 

“Haaah—! O-ohfuckk. . f- feels sooo good” you mewl loudly, there’s a subtle burning sensation on your arms that’s planted on the bed, it must be from you trying to hold yourself up for soo long. 

“Nngh. . X- xavie!” You cry out his name loudly, earning yourself a pleased groan from your boyfriend. 

A noisy sob is ripped from your swollen lips when one of Xavier’s hands drags along the skin of your back to grab at your plump ass— needy fondling, squeezing, and smacking at the flesh until it turns to a pretty shade of red. In his eyes, he’s leaving his own mark on your delicious body. . just like what you did to his neck, except he’s worse and meaner. 

“Mmph haah. . yo- you knew he was —fuck. . staring a- at you. .” Xavier breathes out between ragged moans and grunts, hips noisily slamming into yours, the red, globs of fat jiggling from the impact. 

“We- were you tr- tryna’ . . nghfuuck so tight— make m- me jealous, darling?” Somehow, his thrusts become inhumanly and mercilessly fast. . causing a silent scream to be ripped from you and your head to become only a mush of thoughts while your white-coated walls quiver around his cock, eliciting a breathless whimper from Xavier. 

Oh godd, the way his cock drags along your sensitive walls has your body trembling from the overstimulation. The mess between your plump thighs is getting everywhere: the bed, the sheets, on your skin, and Xavier’s thighs and abdomen— the mess is starting to become worse and worse, your sloppy hole keeps leaking out a sticky mixture of your juices and his previous orgasms onto the bed below. Another rough spank to your ass has you bucking your hips towards him, weakly fucking yourself on his length. 

“oooh— fuckfuckfuckfuck! Nngh. . X- xavie! I- I. . f- feels amazing!” You squeal out loudly, fat tears dripping down your flushed cheeks— each rough thrust has a pleasurable wave of heat coursing through your body.

The sensitivity seemingly makes your senses sharper than usual. . everything feels more intense— the way Xavier’s slender’s cock throbs and jolts deep inside the warmth of your cunt or the way his balls slap, pwop, at your puffy clit til you’re gushing around his base.  

“I- I’m soo sorry— fuck!” You wail out, lips parting as strings of moans are ripped from you, eyes rolling back with a particular rough thrust. 

His hands cracks against your ass again, the sting melted into delicious and addictive pleasure, you gasp in response. Perhaps you did go overboard with making your dear boyfriend jealous, but getting fucking so good that you become cockdrunk. . you really wouldn’t mind doing it again. Those heavy balls of Xavier’s smacks against your engorged clit, heat pooling to your lower belly. 

“Haaah—! O-oh god. .” You drool, becoming awfully aware of that knot in your lower belly growing tighter and tighter. 

“Mmhp—. . a- and you —fuckkk. .” Xavier barely manages to get words out, groaning softly when you feel you flutter around his cock soo tightly.

“. .pretends l- like he wasn’t st- staring —holyshit, darling. . at y- you” he stutters out, another rough smack on your asscheek, eliciting out a yelp from you.

“X- Xavier—!” You voice is high pitched and deafening as you cry out his name, shamelessly moaning your boyfriend’s name. . there’s no way that man basically eye fucking you couldn’t hear from his room. 

“Hhng nngh—! Y- yes. . yesyesyes, scream out my n- name, starlight” Xavier encourages.

Xavier is so close to cumming; that rude and mean grip on your hip tightens ever so slightly, his thrust becoming sloppy and downright needy for an orgasm, and the way he’s just pulsing and twitching inside you. 

“C’mon. . s- scream out my name —gonnacum. . wa- want him to know y- you are all minee” he drools out, hips smacking painfully into yours. 

“X- Xavier —hnng, please!” You squeal, eyes rolling back as velvety walls quiver around his length, creaming around his cock for the nth time— the ring of cum around his base smears onto your skin. 

He lets out a breathless whimper, resting his weight on top of your body. . keeping you trapped against the bed. Xavier’s body is flushed with yours, cock spurting an overwhelming amount of cum into your stuffed pussy. Your eyes roll back, weakly gasping when he presses his hands onto your back, slowly thrusting his sensitive cock into your gushing and creamy pussy.

“X- xavie. . nooo! F- feel’s tooo good. .” You drool into the sheets, unable to make an effort to squirm away from the mind numbing pleasure. 

Even though Xavier is completely dumb from pleasure and overstimulation is biting at his flesh and mind. . he can’t stop— he needs to ensure that man knows you are his. . even if you spend all night fucking like bunnies.

⭑.ZAYNE

Your body feels extremely exhausted, skin sweaty and glistening, skin burning hot to the touch from the delicious heat that’s bloomed between you and your boyfriend. The addictive sensation of your ass cheek throbbing in pain from the countless spanks Zayne gifts to your flesh only serves to further heighten your sensitivity— each cruel swat to the red globs of flesh draws out a whiney whimper from your spit covered lips. Perhaps, acting like a brat towards you boyfriends wasn’t the smartest choice you’ve ever made. .

However; being forced to perch on top of his lap, feeling his hard cock pressing deep into your cunt, while calloused hands tenderly massage and roughly spank at the globs of fat until your flesh was raw and a pretty shade of red wasn’t something you’d object to receiving as punishment. Shakily and weakly, you roll your hip— eyes rolling back when you feel Zayne’s thick cock brush perfectly against your g-spot, whimpering when your puffy clit catches at the rough fabric of his pants. 

“Haah—. . ohmygod. Za- Zaynie!” You whine out his name in such a sweet voice, gasping erotically when he grabs at your sore ass cheek, firmly squeezing on the raw flesh while helping you bounce on his twitching cock. 

It’s a mess, tears clinging onto your lashes, drool seeping from your parted lips as you pant out warm air, mind set on one thing. . to finally cum after being edged for soo long. You quickly bury your fingers into Zayne’s shirt, bunching the fabric up between your fingers. . using it as leverage.

“Hnng—! C- can’t take it anymore. . b- baby!” You whimper out, trembling lightly in his arms.

Each time Zayne slams you back onto his lap, you swear, his cock reaches soo deep into your sopping cunt— forcing your pussy to make the nastiest and obscurest squelching sound. The wet squealchh and sloshing of sound of his dick reaching deep into your gooey walls can be heard from outside the closed room, along with the wet plap of skin meeting each other. 

“Nghh. . oooh, p- please, Zayne! N- needa’a cumm. . sooo badly. .” You beg in a whiney tone, sobbing when his cock massages your velvety walls perfectly. 

There’s a subtle burning sensation in your thighs from overexerting yourself, yet, you just can’t stop. . you really need to cum. Zayne groans out softly when he feels your walls spasm and flutter around his cock, dragging out a delightful moan of your name. 

“Z- Zayne. . c- can, anymore—“ you mewl, words barely making sense anymore. 

You are so close to cumming, that knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter than expected, the way your gooey walls spasm around his throbbing cock is enough to tell. Zayne huffs out between moans and groans, one of his hands on your plump hips dragging up your back— tugging you to be fleshed against his chest, fucking up into your messy cunt. 

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease—! Wanna cum soo. . — Haah, need’a cum, please za- zaynie!” You babble out pathetically, burying your head into his neck— lips sucking at his flesh until a pretty bruise blooms at his skin.

You let out a loud cry when you feel Zayne’s hands gently smack against your ass cheek, a loud fwop, a silent reminder that he’s treating this like a punishment. You whimper softly when he fondled your ass cheek, pushing deeper into your sloppy pussy.

“You’ve been acting like a brat. . all. fucking. day. darling” Zayne clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, each word followed by a toe curling thrust that makes a delicious wave of heat course through your body— earning a sob in response.

“You h- have clearly —nngh fuckk. . ha- haven’t learned your lesson, m- my beloved” he groans out between gritted teeth, wrapping his arms around your back to keep you trapped and flushed against him, angling his hips to graze against your g-spot.

“P- please, Zayne! I- I won’t tease you anymore —haah nghh, feels soo good”  you wail out, nuzzling yourself deeper into his neck, lips wrapping around his sensitive skin and sucking pretty bruises and love bites on his flesh— eliciting a breathless groan from your boyfriend. 

He knows you are lying. .

“P- please, j- just let me cum. . baby—“ you gasp out, weakly bucking your hips to meet his sloppy thrusts. 

How could Zayne possibly deny you when you’re pleading so sweetly, tears dripping 

onto his skin, muffled whimpers by his neck, gooey walls slamming around him. His thrusts become hurried and sloppy, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. Oh fuckk, the way his cock drags along your velvety walls has that knot in your stomach tightening and your eyes rolling back. 

“Come on —nghhfuck. . c- cum for me, be- beloved” Zayne manages to breathe out between broken grunts.

One of the hands gripping firmly onto your hips dips between your bodies, finding where your two are connected— skilled fingers pressing and circling your puffy clit until you let out a loud cry. A loud moan is ripped from you as you gush around his cock, tears dripping down your cheeks from how intense your orgasm was, a ring of cum forming around the thick base of Zayne’s cock. 

“Haah—! F- fuk, Zaynie!” You drool, letting out a shaky breath when he buries his cock to the hilt of your cunt.

His cock throbs and twitches deep inside your sopping pussy, ropes of cum shooting into your gooey walls. Zayne grits out your name, slowly bouncing on his cock to help ride out both of your orgasms. You are a trembling mess in his arms, still recovering from your intense orgasm. 

However, Zayne is still bouncing you up and down his dick— overstimulation creeping over your body, you let out a soft whimper from the pleasure. 

“Nghh. . Haah, mhhp. . ‘M se- sensitive” you mewl out, that doesn’t stop you from rolling your hips to gain some of that delightful overstimulation. 

“You’ve been trying to get my a- attention all —fuckk. . day, darling” he mumbles, tilting his head to the side to press a warm kiss to your hair. 

“Surely this isn’t enough to satisfy you. .” Zayne teases, that tone alone is enough for you to know he isn’t done with you just yet. 

⭑.SYLUS

There was something soo enticing and entertaining about teasing your poor, oh so sweet, boyfriend restlessly. Ranging from innocently bending over in front of him wearing a pretty short skirt, gracing him the perfect view of your crimson panties. Purposely leaving the bathroom door wide open for Sylus to see you— naked and beautiful body covered in droplets of warm water, steamy air surrounding you inside the shower. 

You’ve even resorted to indulging him in his desires, plush lips firmly pressed against each other in a steamy kiss— your warm lips lightly peppering against his jaw to his neck. . sucking a pretty mark onto his neck before pulling away with an obvious excuse. Oh godd, you truly can be quite a little minx. It was inevitable; Sylus would eventually submit to his own desires and corner you. . like a predator finally capturing its prey.

“Mmhp. . doing soo —fuckk. . well f’me, kitten” Sylus groans out between rough and ragged groans, voice muffled slightly by the mounds of flesh on your chest pressed against his face— occasionally taking in your perky nipples into his hungry mouth to suckle and lap at the bud until you whimper.

Sylus has a brushing grip on your squishy and plump hips, calloused hands helping you to ride his cock— the loud fwopping sound of his skin meeting yours is loud. His fat cock easily pushes deep in your velvety walls, due to the amount of wetness you’ve produced, with a lewd squealchh. The sticky mixture of both your essence and his cum is smeared everywhere; his lap, abdomen, and your thighs and ass.

Gazing up towards you with hooded eyes and clouded with desire, everything about you was intoxicating to him— fat tears clinging to your eyes lashes and eyes glossy, lips parted as he rips strings of moans from your swollen lips, and the way your gooey walls squeezes around his cock. . it makes him feel dizzy from the pleasure. You tremble in his hands intensely, barely letting out coherent sentences besides his name over and over. Sylus is soo big; buried deep in your sopping pussy, stretching your walls out perfectly, twitching and throbbing inside your cunt— it has your body burning in ecstasy and creaming around his thick base with a loud squeal.  

Your thighs are beginning to have this slight uncomfortable burning sensation from spending such a long period of time being fucked dumb on Sylus’s cock, the pleasure has officially rendered you cock drunk.

“Hang mmhp—! I- I. . ca- can’t! t- too tired. . nghh!” You mewl out in a whiney voice, panting and breathing heavy from the heat.

Before you can even attempt to finish up your sentence, he’s bucking his hips to push deeper into your gushing cunt, pressing into your poor g-spot. That deep, unforging thrust he does has your eyes rolling back, and whimpering out your boyfriend’s name loudly. One of Sylus’s arms wraps around your back, pulling you closer to push your boobs closer to his face— he lets out a delighted groan into your perky nipples as he drags his tongue against the bud, drawing out a gasp from you.

“Y- you enjoy teasing —ohfuckk, so tight. . me, sweetheart?” He grunts out against your chest, engulfing both of your nipples into his hungry and insatiable mouth before sucking harshly, eliciting out a broken moan from you.

The only response he gains is an unapologetic and teasing giggle from you, it quickly melts into a loud and surprised moan when his hand on your hip swiftly cracks at your ass. Sylus swiftly spanks at the same cheek twice, summoning a loud moan, more tears brimming in the corner of your eyes. It shouldn’t excite you, but it does, the sticky cream that gushes from your cunt and forms around the base of his dick is enough evidence. 

Perhaps it’s the overstimulation that’s making you act so giddy and incoherent— besides, it’s not like Sylus’s tone carries any hostility, in fact, it seems he’s teasing you back. 

“Haaah—! Ohmyfucking. . godd, s- sy!” You wail out, velvety walls squeezing around his cock like a vice, that knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. 

“Mmhp nngh! I- I don’t know wh- what you're talking about, ho- honey!” You coo out softly, feigning innocence, whining out when his hands roughly massaged the reddened globs of flesh.

Another loud smack, your poor asscheek is already beginning to turn a pretty shade of red— you’re just in love.

“D- don’t fucking. . —nngh” Sylus starts, interrupting himself by lewdly slurping at your poor nipples, even gently nibbling at the flesh, electing a squeal from you.

Smack

“— act. . innocent with me, sweetie” he purrs out, miraculously speeding up his brutal pace when he feels our gooey walls quivering and flutter around his cock uncontrollably.

Smack. Smack.

You let out a loud wail, the little bossy word you wished to say dies at the tip of your tongue. At this point, there will be red marks on your poor ass cheek and a pretty bruise on your hips, serving as a sweet and lovely reminder of tonight.

“Oooooh. .  fuck! fuckfuckfuck. .” You gasp out loudly, scratching at his chest weakly, leaving only red marks on his skin— earning yourself a raspy chuckle from your boyfriend.

“Nngh—! C- can’t cum. . not again—!” You wail out, trembling violently in his arms. 

“Yes you can, kitten” Sylus murmurs against your swollen boobs, angling his hips slightly.

You drool, screaming out his name, eyes rolling back and toes curling— cumming around his thick cock for the nth time, sobbing when his hands spanks at your flesh again. You whimper, crying out his name when he stills fucking up into your messy cunt. You go limp in his arms, thighs trembling lightly.

“C’mon, sweetie. . — haah. . you’ve had your fun alll dayy” he draws out his words, pressing a soft kiss to the front of your neck, a complete contrast from how meanly thrusting up into your overstimulated pussy.

“Isn’t it fair I have mine. .?” Sylus teases lightly, fingers massaging at your red ass.

# All work belongs to only ME, jadestone2. Translating, plagiarism, copying, posting on another website, claiming as your work will NOT be tolerated, instant block⭑.ᐟ

⭑.[ AUTHOR NOTE ] Tehe. . betta weren’t expecting mommy to finally post hmm<33 but it did, mwah! Anywhores, I'm so so so rlly sorry for being absent, a lil summery, i did gain a leg injury and have already 2 weeks in the boot + i have to do another 2 weeks on ankle braces. . But I decided my babies deserve a long gift, I made to make sure I put my life in my writing<33 btw, if u say there’s obvious bias in how I wrote the characters, mommy is blocking you 4ever, tehe. I rlly love my new theme, I still have to change the whole blog but it’ll happen soon!