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You swore Olruggio hadn't come up from between your legs for hours.

His tongue pressed flat against your soaked seam, running up and down your slick folds before going to tease your already puffy clit.

"Olly—" you'd whined, fingers digging into his scalp and tugging hard. He didn't even stop, not caring that the girls could possibly hear you two, not caring that his door had been left just a crack open.

"Hush, lassie. Let me have my treat." He grunted against your thighs, his mouth attached to your pussy like it was stitched to it. "Taste so sweet…"

You whimpered, feeling his wet muscle curl into your drooling cunt, more and more slick gushing out of your tight orifice as he licked and sucked and ate at you like a starved man.

"Olly, stop— the girls—"

"I said hush, didn't I?" He growled, reaching up to press two of his thick, calloused fingers into your mouth, coating them in your spit. He barely gave you another moment's warning before he was pulling his fingers out of your mouth and pressing them past your sopping wet entrance.

You cried out, slamming a palm over your mouth to stifle your noises. If any of the girls saw you two, Qifrey would never let you live it down.

"Easy, sugar.." You heard Olruggio's thick, yorkshire drawl command out, his free hand splaying out on your hip to keep you from bucking wildly. "So wet already. All f'me?"

You nod frantically, your hands flying to claw the sheets. "You— Yes, yes, all for you—"

"Atta girl." He praised, his low baritone making your walls squeeze around his digits. "Aye, someone really liked that, eh?"

Your cheeks burned flaming hot, but you didn't have time to feel embarrassed — not when his fingers were pressing juuuuust right into your sweet spot and his tongue was lapping at your sensitive button.

Olruggio only chuckled at your silence. "Witch got yer tongue?"

You glared at him, though rather half-heartedly. "You haven't had enough? It's almost past midnight."

You see his shoulders rise and fall quickly in a simple shrug, before his head lowers once more and you're being brought back to the throes of pleasure. His fingers seem to know your insides like a map, pinpointing every last sensitive spot and bullying each one just to see tears pool in those pretty eyes of yours, to watch the quiver of your lower lip as you whimper and mumble his name into your own palm.

"Yer getting tighter and wetter, sugar. Are ya close?" Olruggio smirks, his tongue dragging little zigzags back and forth over your poor clit. You jerk uncontrollably, a whine tearing itself from deep in your throat as your eyes flutter.

"Gosh, I could stay here f'hours. Taste ya like breakfast, lunch, and dinner." He groans, doubling his efforts as he dives back in. His fingers are quicker, the thick pads jamming upwards over and over into your sweet spot, the same spot making you whimper and sob and twitch against the sheets. Nothing you couldn't hit yourself, but Olruggio's hands were just so much thicker and longer than yours…

A mean flick of his tongue against your swollen clit brings you back down to reality. "Y'gonna cum, honey? Poor girl and her sweet pussy can't handle a bit o' teasin', can ye?"

You whined yet again, shaking your head. "You're just— you're just mean!"

"Me? Mean?" Olruggio gasped playfully, one hand rubbing soothing circles into your hipbone. The other still moved inside you, reaching and pressing as deep as it could physically go. "I dunno what ye talkin' about. She clearly wants it."

She..? You wonder, and then it hits you — he's talking about your pussy. Making out with her like his life depended on it. You couldn't pull him off even if you tried.

Olruggio sees the way realization clicks in your head, and he cooes mockingly. "What, yer pussy wanted it. She's talkin' t'me sooo sweetly, jus' like this."

He curls his fingers up again, and an embarrassing amount of slick gushes out. His thumb moves to your clit, rubbing insistent circles into the bud, making your body jerk and squirm. You can feel the hot coil of pressure building in your gut, and you fist the sheets harder. "Please, Olly—"

"Please what, princess?" He grunts, not letting up for even a second. Just torturing you through it.

You whimper again, one hand latching onto his dark hair. "Please let me cum, Olly."

"Eh?" He smirks, feigning deaf. "Wha' wazzat?"

You growl, biting your lip. "Please.. Please let me cum."

Olruggio's grin widens, and he leans back in. "Not so hard, was it? Are ya goin' t'be good?"

In the blink of an eye, his tongue licks and laps at your juices, nose bumping into your clit with every hot press of his tongue on your pussy. His fingers speed up, hitting your sweet spot with terrifying accuracy — over and over and over.

A cry spills past your lips, and your back bows off the sheets in an almost perfect geometric arc. "Please— I'll be so good. I'll be really good—"

"Mm, atta girl." He murmured, pressing a soft little kiss right over your pussy lips, before his palm is adding pressure on your abdomen and that tight, hot coil is unraveling like string—

You're squirting before you know it. Hot streams of liquid bursting from your poor, sensitive cunt and making a mess over the sheets and Olruggio's face. He doesn't let up, his tongue licking up every bit of your juice he can get. He groans as he pulls his fingers out of you, pressing them past your kiss-swollen lips. "Clean."

You obey with a moan, tongue swirling around his digits coated with your salty-sweet cream, tasting your release and spit.

He doesn't let you get a breather as he shucks his belt and pants off, large hands already wrapping around your thighs and hauling your pelvis in line with his hips.

"Need t'be inside her.. fuck." He hissed, fisting his erection as he guides the tip to your quivering hole.

Just as he's about to feed the tip in, the door creaks open and shut. The soft click of the door locking rings out in the sudden silence.

And standing in the doorway, arms folded, single azure eye glaring murderously, is Qifrey.

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