Stay a while

Vox is an utter control freak when it comes to your body, he wants to make sure every single orgasm that comes out of you is his doing alone. WILL get pissy if you ever so much yourself without him knowing, because how could you? He is right there to make you feel so good.

Has cameras following you around everywhere and in any angle you could possibly imagine. That body of yours is never truly unwatched, is it? You use this for your advantage, bending down when you don’t really need to.

He has videos of you he watches in his office to unwind (because seriously, why is everyone so incompetent around here but him?) And has no shame grunting and moaning your name out while coming all over his pathetic self. 

Speaking of that he 100% has a pair of your underwear in his drawer. That pair of panties you were never able to find again? Perfect friction for his cock when he is jerking off by himself. You are the only thing he can think about right now, he knows he is so late for the Vs meeting but he can’t help himself. Your videos are decorating the screens around his office as he shamelessly humps his cock all over your panties.

Vox thrives when you accept to wear that remote vibrator he specifically had VoxTech design for you. He’ll turn it on when you least expect it, you could be doing your usual overlord business and suddenly have to restrain from gasping around, the highest setting buzzing without a warning, a camera pointed straight at you from the corner of the room, zooming in.

Loves to thigh fuck you in right by the windows of his penthouse at the V’s tower, it makes him feel like a god watching over his (soon to be) kingdom while taking what’s his. “We’ll– fuck…yes, baby, we will be gods, just you and me. Keep milking my cock just like that…” Vox whimpered openly while his cock leaked precum all over your inner thighs. Heaven up above seems closer than ever with his sinful promises cooed in your ear. This is the closest you’ve ever been to heavenly gates.

 Vox is the type of man to promise you the world any time he can, and he certainly delivers. There is never a moment you aren’t pampered and spoiled rotten. A part of you suspects he might even get turned on seeing you use his card…that twitch in his bulge when you do is just unmistakable. “Wha…No, I don't! Just…take my card and leave my office, you brat…I have things to do.” Vox is quick to try and deny your playful accusations, but oh how his flickering static blush and bulge betrays him. He wants you to milk him dry in every sense.

Has a massive worship kink, imagining you on your knees before him and basking in the glory as your tongue laps at his cock, each curve and vein licked in pure adoration is all he needs in his afterlife. “See? You can be so good for me when you want to, dear. Just like that, show me how much you love me.” His clawed hands are gripping your hair away from slipping down from where your mouth is filled up with his cock, by now your tongue has completely mapped each vein, each curve. You are just waiting to be rewarded with his cum flooding down your throat.

If you are the one fucking him (cmon, this guy would love a good pegging occasionally) Vox loves to leave marks all over you. Your back, your thighs, anywhere he can grip on while having his ass filled with you. Definitely moans your ears off if you stroke his cock too. The powerful overlord is nothing but a mess of  moans and pleasure underneath you by now, all Vox has been able to do so far (other than screaming like the pretty bitch that he is) was sink his claws deep into your back. The pain you’ll feel tomorrow morning will be more than worth it.

Obviously into hypnosis, although to be entirely honest? With you he prefers when you are the one asking to melt your pretty head away. Something about wanting you to give up control makes him go insane, and will gladly oblige.

If you grab him by the antennas while riding his cock Vox might genuinely stop functioning for a second. I see it as a very a sensitive spot, if you pull at them you might send shockwaves of pleasure all throughout his body and have him fuck you faster. Genuinely likes it so much, please be mean to him.

Vox like to tease your hole before filling it up, similar to the thigh fucking he’ll have his tip brush over and over right by your entrance before you finally beg him to fuck you properly. Will definitely degrade you for being this desperate for it.

Owns various toys that both of you can use while having sex, anything your mind can think some poor underpaid worker at VoxTech has already designed and built at his boss’s order. And I mean anything. 

LOVES having his cock jerked off anytime of any day, he could be in the middle of an annoying call and have you casually stroking his twitching cock like it’s a normal friday, you two have a free use kink that you both adore. “Fuck–I told you, you need to listen to me, this mess wouldn’t had happened had yo–...” the words are cut off from Vox’s mouth when you focus on stroking the tip of his cock so quickly, your eyes are boring somewhere else on the book you’re reading. What a way to spend the evening, isn’t it? He assured you that this would be the last call of the day. Keep making him feel good. Please.

Victoria Neuman was a busy woman, that you’ve known ever since meeting her. She marched around in every single building she went into, every prolonged meeting and strained smile listening to the most incompetent people running this country stacked up relentlessly throughout the day.

It was only natural for Victoria to be so worked up.

“Can you believe it? They couldn’t approve a good bill if it was waved in front of their eyes” Her tone was charged, words barking from her chest as it was the only thing restraining Victoria from going back to that meeting and beginning popping heads like bubble wrap.

It pained you to see the woman you loved, the wife that worked so much for this family, be so utterly stressed. Visiting Victoria at her office was one of the few checkpoints she had in the day to ease her burdens.

Knowing you would come for her.

A warm bagel just from that shop she loved, rigorously with double cream cheese, a sizzling hot coffee (seriously, boiling, that woman needed the tip of her tongue to be burning with each sip) and most importantly? Yourself…And a mouth that could do wonders.

You nodded to each of Victoria’s work rambling, kneeling in between her legs hidden right underneath her desk and caressing her growing bulge with a tender touch. Always such a good wife you were, tending to her every need.

“If I could simply…” Victoria cut herself off with a long and frustrated sigh, all because the feeling of your nose brushing against her heat was enough to let whatever complaint she had about this failing country turn to dust. No, all that mattered to her now was you.

Those brown eyes of hers looked down at you with growing lust, a silent request for you to make her feel good before whatever other bullshit could crumble this already heavy day.

“Help me, sweetheart…” A plea, a rare woman from a woman such as Victoria that had learned to keep others under her heels to survive. “Please?...”

The zipper of the expensive pantsuit was down before even another breath was exhaled from her nose, Victoria slumping back against her leather chair, hand brushing through your hair to collect them.. If only she could always have you like this, you know? Far away from the hungry eyes of the public, shielded from a world where the line between supe and survival were blending by the minute.

“You work so hard, baby” Oh, how you praised her, always inflating Victoria’s already bursting ego. “You deserve to be taken care of too.”

The woman above you let out a low humming once your lips pressed a kiss over the damp patch of her underwear, cock twitching with utter need. Victoria thrusted her hips forward out of instinct, muscle memory from years of filling you up so deeply. Then, with a slow tug, the fabric was pulled away and her massive cock sprouted out.

The darkish forest of her sweat damp curls made base for Victoria’s imposing size: a veiny eight inches cock that slightly curved to the left, with noticeable veins and precum dripping already from its tip. Your tongue followed the trail of the line right in the middle to reach her wet tip, a sealing kiss right over it to lick it away.

“Don’t tease me.” Victoria’s order sounded strained, a more urgent note to her voice than usual, and could you blame her? The poor woman had such a long day already, patience was a virtue long forgotten.

And you obeyed. You always did for her.

“Open up wide for me…” She lulled with firm grip, your lips parting to welcome her length inch by girthy inch. “Shh…that’s it…down, baby…down…”

Victoria had practically trained that old gag reflex out of you with how many times her cock had been welcomed inside that pretty, tight throat of yours, she made you into the perfect cock loving whore to be. Taking her so, so well, making you drunk on her scent alone. When your nose was buried against her curls the sweat and musk of Victoria’s desperately long day filled your nostrils up. And your mind went blank.

“Fuck…” Victoria hips began to piston up and down with a slow and controlled pace, needing to savor how your throat squeezed her cock and the way your cheeks hollowed to suck her back in. You felt so full, so blissfully owned by the woman face fucking you right on her leather throne.

You moaned slightly to add vibration to it, head bobbing to suck deeply on Victoria’s cock, nothing but those filthy noises of skin-on-skin and the hissing grunts of Victoria’s pleasure slipping around the office. Her heels dug into the carpet below to have a better grip to the motion, hips now thrusting with a quicker pace. You made Victoria lose control so easily.

“They have…no idea…how this place would crumble without me.” Victoria began to rumble, frustration and pleasure now long blurred into a thin line.. “Incompetent…bunch of… idiots that have no…idea how to even run their own sad lives….”

You remained kneeling right there with dazed eyes and a mouth full of cock while listening to your wife’s angry work ranting, there was no need to do anything else but shut your brains off and drown in her.

No need to think, no need to speak, no need to be.

Just suck Victoria’s cock and be so good for her.

You can do that, can’t you? Of course you can. You’re her perfect girl after all.

“I run this place. I…make…the decisions…needed” Her words were starting to slip now, half baked sentences breaking her slamming hips into your face. Victoria’s cock was hitting the back of your throat like a hammer by now, rebooting your brain to be nothing more than a good wife that aims to please her. You were full to the bream with her length, with her.

“The…they’re…lucky I don't…pop their empty…heads…they should be grateful I'M here.”

PLAP.

“That I run this place.”

PLAP.

“That I even grace them with my patience.”

PLAP.

“Incompetent…useless…idiots…”

PLAP.PLAP.PLAP.

Victoria’s thighs snapped shut around you in that next moment as cum flooded deep in your throat, pump after pump of a stressful day being dumped into your throat. Her balls twitched with each load before she utterly collapsed on her seat, spent and finally satisfied.

Slowly you pulled up to remove her cock from your abused, facefucked mouth, residual cum dripping from the corner of your lips that you savoured richly like a prize. Once her tip was out at last you made sure to press a soft, loving kiss over the sticky tip.

Victoria’s chest havered with heavy breaths as her usually curated persona had now made way for the blissful and eased up woman. Her fingers were so gentle as they moved a strand of hair, tucking it behind your ear. God, you looked so beautiful like this.

“Are you ok, baby?…” She managed to ask in between breaths, to which you replied with an equally exhausted nod. Couldn’t have been better, really.

“I needed that…” Hear that? That is the sound of a more than satisfied wife, god how it made your chest all stupidly warm to hear Victoria happy like that. “You still work ramble when you fuck, you know?” You gliggled, to Victoria groaned in annoyance, clearly a habit you loved to tease her about and that she clearly could never unlearn.

“Next time I'll start reciting to you about parliamentary procedures while ramming your ass, how does that sound, brat?” She replied back in the same amused tone while cuddling your face. Her sweet angel, always there for her no matter what.

“God, no, please. I’d prefer you’d grunt about excel sheets instead.” Ah. Ah. Very funny. “Oh, I'll do you worse. You have no idea how much snore worthy information I have in my brain.”

Victoria let out a long exhale as she checked her watch. She did technically have a meeting to attend…but honestly? That annoying asshole that constantly made her wait could for once swallow the same pill.

“Cmon, let’s go get some lunch, I can’t leave my wife with just cum in her stomach, can I?” At that you truly rolled your eyes…but a good plate of that creamy pasta they made across the street did sound wonderful. Victoria gently wiped your mouth clean while you did the same to her now spent cock with a wipe she kept around, letting her tuck it with a final zip up.

Once up Victoria’s arms embraced you with a possessive tug my the waist all sweetened by a kiss, all more tender than the lustful from before. Her way of saying thank you, for everything really. For being hers.

“Sap” You snorted right after, a quick kiss pressed before she could reply to your banter. How you loved her too. With all you had.

“Brat.” Victoria bit your lip for revenge, her previously caressing hand now playfully smacking your ass before groping it. “…I love you.”

You pressed your forehead against hers, Victoria’s powers allowing her to feel your heartbeat, the one sound that always grounded her no matter what. It reminded her that you were here, safe…in her arms where you always belonged.

“I love you too.” You answered simply, gently, before another slap from Victoria had your ass turning red by now.

“Now let’s get out of here before I decide to stuff you with more than those spaghetti you devour” She teased right under her breath, kissing your neck. Did this woman know no bounds? Seriously, you still had the taste of her cum in your mouth and she was already thinking about taking other holes.

“Don’t even think about it until I have something else in my stomach other than you” You gripped at her hand, practically shoving the poor woman towards the door of her office.

“Fine, fine…later.”

Victoria Neuman has always been so greedy for you, always. Her eyes fell on you anytime you were in the room, her hands habitually reaching to touch you, her mouth endlessly just inches away from your ear to whisper sweet nothings in it. She needed you, it was a need was stronger than she ever was.

Victoria’s tongue flickered relentlessly against your clit, nose buried deep in your pussy and nothing but the blissfulness of eating out her beautiful wife after a stressful day in congress on her mind. She was insatiable, humming so deeply while eating you out that it caused a slight vibration against your pussy. Victoria wanted to devour you whole tonight and just forget about how incompetent the people running this country were.

Her tongue circled your clit over and over, your breath already shallow and your legs on her shoulders. Soft and silky cushions below you made sure to keep you comfortable and relaxed, a noticeable contrast to her needy and frenzied state.

Victoria dived in deeper than before and sucked on your clit, licked it, abused it. You were completely lost to the pleasure of her skilled mouth as your chest rose and fell, your hand grabbing desperately onto her hair to keep Victoria pressed against your pussy. As if she’d ever leave the heaven between your legs.

Her deep, brown eyes gazed up at you as she admired how you came undone for her, every single moan and whimper a pure symphony for her ears that only motivated to play you more efficiently. She was a woman possessed, completely drunk on your pussy. More, god, she wanted more. More of your taste. More of your pussy. More of you.

Victoria spreaded your legs wider and licked relentlessly at your clit, each quick flicker of her tongue a desperate call for your pleasure that you couldn’t resist any longer. You threw your head backwards into the soft, lavish cushions below and came, wave after wave of pure pleasure crashing against your wife’s face.

She drank in every single drop before giving one last, soft kiss against your sensitive clit, a silent praise for how good you had been for her. Victoria reached for you and placed one more over your lips to let you taste yourself, the kiss deep and raw before she settled on the mattress next to you.

You found rest on her chest while her fingers caressed through your scalp, then a kiss followed, this time placed so softly above your head right as your eyelids were growing heavy. Exhaustion and warmth both cradled you to sleep in your wife’s arms.

Spanking you in the occasion you decide to be a brat is something that she takes great pleasure in. You should know better than to step out of line, really. Be thankful she’s disciplining you and keep counting how many spanks you’ve got left.

“Stay still, doll. You deserve this.” Victoria’s hand smacked once more against your ass, letting the imprint burn against the skin. Trying her after a long day of rallies really wasn’t the best idea now, was it? Little brat.

Domination is something to be expected out of a woman of her caliber. Victoria has been in a position of power for so long and she completely dominates her opponents, it’s only fair she’d do the same to you. She will have you melt underneath her any time she desires, bent forward taking her strap whenever she wants. Knowing that she’s in control at all times allows your pretty little mind to shut down and be blissfully unaware of anything else in the world but the pleasure she’s giving you.

“Yes, good girl…taking my cock so good for me, baby…” Victoria whispered in your ear, her soft tone a contrast to the ruthless pounding of her hips into you. There’s nothing else to think about now but her as you’re fucked over the counter.

Collaring is a privilege you’ll only earn once married to her. You’re the wife of the Vice-President and need to be presentable at all times, that’s why Victoria has the most beautiful yet subtle golden necklace wrapped around your neck. The two you know what it is for, but for the media it’s simply a sign of your love and devotion towards Victoria.

“Smile for the camera, love” She softly guides you in shot right next to her on the podium, her gaze falling momentarily on your necklace before she licks her lips and looks back up.

Overstimulation is both a punishment and a reward that you receive based on how you acted with her. It can be either the most mind breaking and pleasurable experience or the worst kind of torture you’ll receive. It’s up to you, really. Do you want to be a good girl for her? It doesn’t matter, she’ll make you one once she’s done with you.

“Don’t ask for mercy now, baby” There’s a sadistic smirk over her face as her fingers keep on abusing your poor, sore clit. You try your best to squirm away but Victoria has you completely tied down to the frame of the bed and won’t stop until you’re properly fucked in the place you belong. One orgasm after the other.

Body worship is the best way to win over her heart. This woman has a mature body that bears the signs of pregnancy, and it makes your brain go feral in all kinds of ways. There are rare times when insecurity sneaks up on Victoria when she’s looking in the mirror, thankfully you’re always there to kiss them away.

“You’re so beautiful, my love…a goddess…so damn perfect…” Your words are breathed out after each kiss you press down on her skin, passion filling your chest as your work to plaster every inch of your wife’s body with love. You adore her, adore her curves, her dips, her scars. Everything that makes Victoria the woman she is.

Edging is something you should pray you never receive from her, because trust me, Victoria will make you suffer. Her tongue will bring you right on the brink of pleasure before moving away to kiss your inner thighs. She’ll toy with you until you’re a sobbing mess begging and pleading to her to let you cum.

Victoria’s mouth wrapped around clit and sucked on it, flicking it with her tongue just before moving away without a warning. You can’t take this anymore, oh god, you really can’t. Why won’t she let you cum? The gag over your mouth doesn’t even allow you to beg, all you can do is pray that she’ll finally show you mercy.

Praising is a natural thing you’ll receive just for being her precious and beautiful wife. You think she hadn’t picked up from the very first date how red you get when she does it? Oh, baby, aren’t you just adorable? And you’re so eager for it too.

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─ ─┐

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s always so out of breath when you’re done fucking her, poor baby just wants you to hold her as close as possible and never be let go of. 

When she’s the one to have fucked you however Cate turns into an extremely apprehensive girl, maybe even too much at times. She’ll ask you a million questions about what you need and what she can do for you. Water? Snacks? A towel? Wast that good, baby? Are you ok? Do you need anything in particular?

Just shut her up with a kiss or she’ll never stop.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

There is no better that Cate wants to be than in your arms, completely and utterly snuggled up on your lap like a house cat. Do you know how touch starved this girl is? She will pout  if she isn’t touching you. Cate loves tracing patterns over your arms, kissing them all over before going to snuggle against your chest. 

She definitely loves her eyes the most! Those blue bright crystals she has are captivating to look at and she adores accentuating them with makeup.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Adores seeing your mouth and jaw practically smothered in her cum after she’s finished riding your face off, seriously, she might need to return the favor now…

“Look at you…” Cate moaned under her breath, smirking to herself as she gripped harshly on your hair and pushed her pussy deeper down. She has been grinding herself all over your face for the last thirty minutes now, pushing herself right on the edge before pulling away over and over. Is this how her old Soldier Boy pillow felt every night?

“Fuck, feels so good…move your tongue more…right there, right there!”

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If only you knew how much of a perv Cate really is underneath that little puppy like appearance. She’s a nasty dog for you, constantly peeking when you’re changing and letting her mind wonder on just what she would do to you. But you’ll never catch her in the act, not even while she’s rubbing her clit while watching you shower.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Poor puppy doesn’t know what to do the first few times you two get together. :(

She has been locked in her bedroom for so many years and you are her first everything, it wasn’t like she could get that much experience on her own. Cate knows how to please herself, but when it cames to you she needs a guiding hand. Tell her how you want her to touch you, guide her hand where you want it to be, just please make sure to be patient and praise this little puppy girl for all her efforts. :(

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cate craves physical contact more than anything, she already loves having your full body weight on hers when cuddling, so to her there is nothing better than literally being crushed under you. Belly down down against the mattress while you fuck her dumb with a strap is her ideal type of a night in.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Honestly, she can be both! Cate loves giggling around when something doesn’t go as planned and the two of you have a ton of inside jokes relating to your shared failures in the bedroom. It doesn’t bother you in the slightest, that sweet giggle of hers just makes you want to fuck her harder this time around. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I feel like she’s clean shaven in every spot of her body, it’s just a personal preference of hers given how smooth she likes her skin to feel. But definitely not the type of girl to be bothered by any type of body hair on her girlfriend, be as hairy as you want around her and she’ll still be feral over you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Needyneedyneedy.

Cate wants all your attention on hers, all of it. If only you knew how lonely she felt before you came around, how touch starved she really was. Cate can’t help it, she wants to fuse with you if given the opportunity.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She’s a sucker for stealing your clothes, especially after spending the night with you. There is something so comforting about being in your bed, wearing your clothes that really gets her going. Before she knows it her fingers are circling her clit around, gripping at your oversized shirt as your scent fills her nostrils all around.

“Fuck…yes…mmh” Cate mumbles under her breath as quietly as possible. You got up to make the two of you breakfast after spending the night together fucking like rabbits, but that wasn’t still enough to satiate Cate. Her fingers plunged deep into her pussy repeatedly as she buried her head deep into your pillow.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This innocent looking puppy girl has a things for size difference. Not necessarily you being bigger or taller than her, but more so in the size of toys you’ll use on her. Bring out your biggest strap and she’ll happily sink herself on it inch by inch. 

Praise kink.  Oh my god, do I even have to explain this one? Cate is hanging onto your every word every time you two are together, she wants you to tell her just what a good girl she is. How she’s taking your fingers so well for you. :(

Overstimulation.  Cate sees stars after each orgasm you push out of her and the high she gets from it is unbelievable. But be careful, she loves doing it back to you, and she’ll be a little shit about it and taunt you all the way through your next climax.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Cate loveslovesloves your dorm room, she basically lives there at this point with you given how often she comes over. She doesn’t necessarily have a favorite furniture to do it on there, but your warm, fuzzy bed will always be the main one.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going

Cate is starving for attention given all the circumstances she had to live in life. Her own parents have been afraid to touch her ever since she was nine and now physical touch has became her biggest love language. 

She doesn’t just want you near, she need you, craves like the air she’s breathing. Knowing that she’s wanted for the first time in her life completely makes her feral.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don’t see her as the biggest fan of choking to be honest, or just in general receiving physical pain. Cate does enjoy being manhandled around but she doesn’t want to be actually hurt or anything. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

While Cate definitely loves having your head between her thighs eating her out every time she ever so craves it, she is also a big sucker on giving too. She likes to play around with you, slowly kissing your inner thighs and purposely missing your clit repeatedly before you finally shove her face all up in there. 

“What’s wrong, baby? Why are you squirming so much, mh?” Cate asked in the most fake innocent tone you ever heard from her. She has been keeping your legs spread and teasing you around for a good ten minutes now and she still hasn’t even graced your clit with a single lick. Just look at that smirk over her face, she’s loving it. Maybe if you’ll behave she’ll finally let you have what you want…maybe.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Cate wants to be fucked in the most ungodly way possible, but there are rare occasions in which she wants to take things slower and really feel the skin-on-skin contact with the you. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Cate will drag you in the nearest bathroom at a function when the aching between her legs becomes too much to bear. Your friends are constantly so confused on how the hell you two literally just disappear away without making a sound. 

Cate grinded against your thigh in a desperate attempt to relieve the need that has been building between her legs all night long. Her gloved hand is pushed shut against your mouth so you wont make a sound, not that she’s being exactly silent either.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Absolutely! In most cases Cate is the one proposing things she saw online, although she’d never push the idea if it was clear you weren’t digging it. But c'mon, you totally want to see too if she can manage to tie you up nicely like in those bondage videos. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This girl may have the stamina to go more round than the norm, but she desperately needs time in between orgasms to collect herself. Sex between the two of you swings between raw and feral to gentle cuddling with plenty of water and snack in between each round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

AH! Do you have any idea how many goddamn vibrators and dildos this girl owns? She was so lonely when being isolated away in her bedroom that her research online led up to learning about all sorts of toys. Cate wants you to pick the one you’ll use on her, or the other way around. 

Trust me, you’ll have choices of every kind.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Cate likes to tease a lot especially when the two of you are out together. She totally didn’t put on her most revealing piece of clothing just to have you look at her at all time. :( 

And she’s totally not constantly touching you all over and sitting your lap just to work you up so you’ll fuck her little brain up later. :( 

Why would she ever do that?

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh my god, she doesn’t hold anything back when the two of you are doing it. She’s already such a vocal girl when you’re just groping her around, so imagine how loud she gets when your lips are wrapped around her clit. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She likes to send you ramble faps of hers when you’re not around to fuck her. You could be studying in your dorm room and randomly receive an ungodly audio from her all breathless and scrambled. 

“Baby…need you now…please…i want you to come eat my pussy…please?…please, baby…” The long audio message played, the slight sound of fingers slipping in her and out Cate’s wet pussy audible in the background. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Very simply but color coordinated panties and bra, but she will go the extra mile and buy some expensive lingerie for special occasions.

But i do also see her as owning a few pair of the ugliest boxers known to men for her lazier indoor days, i’m talking the kind with funny patterns on them like cookies or hearts. Maybe even dinosaurs if she’s really feeling fancy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Cate is a rabbit when it comes to sex drive. Seriously, sometimes you have no idea how in the hell she can manage to pack up so many dirty thoughts in that pretty head of hers. You’ll be left flatten like a piece of crunched up paper when she’s done with you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Baby she’s SNOOZING off when the two of your are finally done for the night, but she can’t do that unless she’s all wrapped around your arms. She’ll snuggle like you are her life sized teddy bear and never let you go. You’re staying glued to her up until morning, not buts.