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"Seriously? You're gonna put me on a sex ban? Please Zayne, we both know you won't last a week."
Oh how wrong you'd been.
"Zayne this-this isn't fair!" Your protests are accompanied with the sounds of you straining against the handcuffs. Your face is pressed against the pillow, hands behind your back. You'd thought he was finally giving in when he'd pulled your clothes off and bent you over.
You should have known he had something up his sleeve.
"You need to relax. I don't want to hurt you." He murmurs, popping the lid of the lube open and pouring some onto your tight entrance. Your pussy is throbbing, but of course it goes ignored.
"Z-Zayne please t-touch me..." You whimper, biting your lip as he slowly eases a finger in. Sure, it feels good, but you can't cum like this, and he knows it.
"I am touching you. If I recall, there used to be a time you begged for this, yes?" He's right of course. You had begged to try this, and normally you were a fan. But as a punishment? It's torture.
Before you can protest again, he adds a second finger, making you nearly choke on your saliva. Zayne pauses, free hand rubbing your lower back before it slides up to interlock with yours.
"Tell me if it's too much. If you behave..." Hope shoots through you at his words, getting wetter by the second. You focus on your breathing as he pulls his fingers out, his tip replacing them.
Zayne squeezes your hand as he slides in. It doesn't hurt, in fact, it feels good enough that you moan once he bottoms out, so delighted by the fullness of him. You wait patiently for him to start moving, but nothing happens.
"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?"
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Men who take off your shoes, carefully peel your sheer tights to massage and kiss the arch of your foot before resting your legs on their shoulder and burying their face on your pussy vs. Men who toss you face down, ass up, and tear up a hole in your tights so they can eat you out from the back through it
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you pick up your phone on the second buzz, putting it on speaker as you continue to rub pigment on your cheeks, "sunarin? you almost here?"
suna rintaro takes a second to respond, "uhh, yes," he sounds distracted, "i'll be leaving in a sex-, er- sec, ..in a second"
you hum. he's acting weird but no weirder than the normal suna rintaro would, you think
" 'm wearing the top that makes my boobs look good," you say absentmindedly, brushing shimmery powder on your collarbones, the angle of your shoulders, and the tops of your breasts, "not sure if i should wear heels or not," you continue, "i know we're just meeting a few of the guys from inarizaki, but-"
you hear suna groan, deep voice reverberating through the speakers. it takes him a moment to speak, "if ya do heels, who's gonna carry you when ya start complainin' about yer feet hurting,"
you smile, "my best friend, suna rintaro, of course," you say, sweet lilt in your voice as you finish with the gloss on your lips
you hear suna shuffling on the other side of the line, some more grunting through the phone, followed by some cut-off mumbles of ‘best friend’
"what are you doing?" you finally ask, satisfied with how your makeup and outfit turned out and now fully focusing on your conversation with the man on the phone
you pout, hoping he can hear your expression by your puckered lips, "are you working out or something?"
suna laughs, "hah," then you hear another grunt from the end of the line, "somethin' like that," he says
"hmm," you tap the screen of your cellphone to check the time,
"rintaro," you say, realizing you're supposed to meet your friends in fifteen minutes and it takes suna exactly that time to drive over to pick you up, "you better come quick, don't leave me high and dry over here,"
you think you almost hear suna whine on the other side. his voice is gruff and he breathes shakily, "don't worry, baby, i'm almost there. y'know i'd never keep ya waitin'"
you suck in a breath, teeth impulsively digging into the plush of your bottom lip at the sweetness he just called you; then you gasp, quickly reapplying more gloss over the area. suna hears you through the phone, chuckling lightly
"yer gonna ruin my makeup," you say, trying to clear your throat after being caught of guard like that. you don't tell him that you spent hours on it, hoping he likes it
a sigh on the other end of the line brings you back from the thoughts about your best friend you've avidly been ignoring.
suna calls your name, you think maybe its static the way he stutters around the first syllable of it, "can you say my name one more time?" he pleads, voice an octave higher
"rin-ta-ro ?"
"f-fuuck"
the line goes dead on the other side. you get a text from him a few minutes after,
cumming
coming* haha
—
suna rintaro looks down at the mess between his thighs, sighing. he wishes the mess was on your pretty tits instead, maybe some of it on your face, too, ruining your makeup, just like you told him not to do.
you'd forgive him, he's sure
especially if he were to fuck another load into your pretty pussy and finger it deeper into you right after
i think he asks you out after hearing about how someone canceled on you for some outing the group has. maybe a wedding.
"might as well go together," he says. in his mind, he's playing it cool and hoping you can't smell how badly he's sweating right now, because that nervous sweat always makes everything worse and he's afraid to even lift an arm up- "Since neither of us got anything better to do."
there's no response from you for a couple of beats.
"you're really mean sometimes." You gather your things from the desk, head tucked down. "I'm not a fall back plan."
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"I've never done it even though I've attempted to multiple times." You sigh, slumping next to him on the couch. "In the end, all I could achieve was a cramped wrist and pruny fingers."
Zayne takes off his glasses and really looks at you. "I see."
"quite the dilemma you have there." He raises a brow, but more so at your lit up expression.
"This is only to satisfy my intellectual curiosity." You see zayne's lips quirk up.
"thanks to your last experiment, I'm well acquainted with that, my love." He looks oddly proud as he says that.
"I'm treating myself as a test subject to see whether countless articles, testimonials and... Ahem visuals were accurate."
"will you be publishing your study?" He plays along.
"focus, zayne. Besides I'll pay you handsomely." You attempt a corny wink. He laughs softly.
"seeing you gush on my fingers would be sufficient compensation."
--
"squirting and female ejaculation are two different phenomenon." his voice is buttery soft as his fingers glide over your slit, gathering your slick to spread it over your glistening lips.
"ngh—released from the skene's glands and urethr—ah! respectively." you manage, lifting your head to see the way his slender fingers disappear into your syrupy hole.
"Its commendable how well informed you are. however, I'd rather you lost your mind on my fingers right now, darling." with that, his digits hook up, rubbing the swollen spot inside you.
his thumb finds your clit, making your walls quiver and melt around him. Your brain is melting into a mush. He hasn't moved his fingers. He's just caressing your sweet spot intently.
a strange weight accumulates in your stomach each time he does it, making you squirm under him.
"zayne—i feel something here..." your palm comes to your lower tummy.
"good. we're making progress." he mumbles, leaning down to replace his thumb with his lips. he nips and sucks your clit, mouth opening to lick broad stripe over your pebbled nub.
his fingers stop moving. His wrist does instead. Fingers he keeps hooked tight, massaging your sweet spot with pin-point precision.
"focus on the anterior wall is key." he tells you, taking your clit back in his mouth for a deep suckle, making your thighs tremble with need. his fingers trickle up your skin, to your navel, planting kisses alongside his touches.
"a little pressure here..." The heel of his palm presses down on your lower stomach. gently at first, slowly growing. You nearly choke on a moan. "Do you feel it?"
Feel what? The way you want to pee? cum? Or both?
"oh-oh god!" your fingers find purchase in his hair as he scissors you open. you're sucking him in, spasming around him wildly.
His fingers jab your g spot. He can feel them against his palm. that alone has him pathetically leaking pre in his pants as he ruts himself against the mattress.
"this makes your g spot more accessible. Paired with the pressure on your anterior wall..." He emphasizes it with his arm moving up and down, prodding that spongy spot, making your pussy gurgle and squelch lewdly. the intensity grows. his entire arm works now, making you quake violently with every movement.
"oh shitshit-zaynee—" the heat in your stomach is growing, coiling—a little more and you'll snap so hard. the thought alone has you letting out a perverted laugh.
"zayne... I think I'm about to—" you're so perfectly fucked out right now.
"I can feel it." He murmurs, leaning down to kiss your thigh. "Relax your pelvic muscles."
"y-youre gonna get sprayed in your face—"
"perhaps I want that." he admits, mesmerized. "after all, the female ejaculate contains high amounts of glucose." whaat a fuckin perv
but that's all it takes to maul your restraint. you gush around him with a silent cry, spraying so hard that your back arches off the mattress. his fingers keep going. rightly so because something else approaches. that familiar coil in your stomach.
mother of all things good. are you cumming? you see white before you can ruminate on it further. he groans in delight, mouth latching on to your creaming pussy. it makes you squeal in overstimulation.
when he finally lifts his face, licking your cream off his fingers—you see it—face dripping wet and dazed.
zayne never refuses to assist your research after that.
