S.L.U.T.

The thought alone makes you smirk. I mean, did he really think you were going to reward him for being such a hardass? Some genius.

"G-getting close?" Zayne sucks in a breath, feeling your upcoming orgasm in the way you start moving faster, hips slamming down on him relentlessly. You moan when his fingers reach around to find your clit, circling tightly until you cry out, vision going white as you cum hard around his cock.

He's panting behind you, waiting the torturous time for you to recover, to keep moving. Zayne's a gentleman, so he won't rush you, even though he's painfully close to bursting.

You slip off his cock with ease, biting back a laugh when you hear him involuntarily whimper at the loss of your warmth. When you slip off the bed, still not sparing him a glance, he pipes up.

"Are you taking a break?" He questions, sitting up and watching you carefully. You turn and smile, shaking your head with mischief in your eyes.

"Nope, just going to shower."

"You're not..." Zayne trails off, truly baffled at this turn of events. Perhaps he'd catch on quicker if the blood was in his brain, not his cock.

"Going to help you finish? Now why would I do that?"

Sylus

You love kissing Sylus.

He's just so good at it. I mean, you'd think he would have at least one flaw, but nope. Just perfect. It was infuriating. Sometimes, you just wanted to piss him off just to see what he would do.

Sorta like tonight.

"O-oh fuck!" You gasp, hands braced against his chest as you bounce on his cock. Sylus is laid back, the picture of sex on a stick as he watches you, hands guiding your hips.

"Feeling good, sweetie?" He leans up to kiss you once more, smiling when you moan into it. It's a sloppy, messy kiss, but it only turns you on more.

"Y-yeah! God you're-you're so big." You wish you were exaggerating for the sake of his ego. Unfortunately for you, his ego was well earned. Sylus's cock was a thing to behold, and the son of a bitch knew it. Every time you struggled to sink down on it, he'd smile that same cocky smile that just made you want to punch him.

"I'm-I'm close!" You gasp, nails digging into his shoulders as you rock against him faster. He hums, eye burning bright red as your sheer desire overwhelms every one of his sense.

"Cum." He murmurs, smiling when you do it immediately. That stupid smile.

You're happy to see it falter when you sigh dramatically, rising off of his leaking cock and moving to get out of bed. A hand grabs your wrist, his brow raised.

"Forgetting something, sweetie?" He asks as if he truly thinks you're forgetting about him, and his orgasm.

"Hmm I don't think so. I mean, I came. So we're done, right?" You lean in to peck his cheek sweetly. He accepts it, but in a flash your bodies are flipped. Sylus pins you to the mattress, a grin splitting his face.

"I don't think we're done yet, kitten. If anything, you should cum a few more times. Right?"

Valko

Maybe it was mean.

Okay, it was definitely mean. Valko was such a softie, just the sweetest boyfriend in the whole world. Teasing him like this might be going a little too far, but isn't that what girlfriends are for?

"Please-please..." Valko whines into your mouth, holding you so close that instead of bouncing on his cock, you're really just grinding your hips against his.

"I-I know baby." You murmur, chest pressed against his so tight that it makes it a little hard to breath. He's working on his strength control after all.

"Feels-feels so good. You're so perfect." Praises fall from his lips every moment. His amber eyes might as well have hearts for pupils with the way he's looking at you, bright eyed and bushy tailed.

Well, his tail isn't out right now.

"You're-you're sweet too honey. God I-I'm close!" You gasp, managing to snake a hand between your bodies to circle your clit. Valko takes your nipple in his mouth, sharp canines scraping against it and making pleasure shoot through your spine. It's evil, how good he is at this.

But not as evil as you're about to be.

"God!" You nearly scream as you cum, head tossed back. Valko gasps at the sensation, not quite there yet. But you know he won't be far behind, so you have to act quickly, despite the aching in your legs from his unbelievable size.

You slip out of bed, but he immediately moves to follow you, frowning the moment he isn't touching you.

"Where-where are you going?" He pouts, trying to grab you. You do your best to act nonchalant, avoiding his sweet, pleading gaze.

"Just to shower! Is something wrong?"

"I...no. I guess not." He pulls a pillow in front of his cock, though you note that it's the pillow you sleep on, and his hips have already begun to buck into it.

"Well, alright! I'm gonna shower okay?"

"Wait! Can...can I join?"

"...Alright. Come on babe. You can finish in the shower."

Him and his damn puppy dog eyes.

+++

A taste of smoke and cherries lingered on her tongue throughout the night. Quite suitable for a carefree time at the Blushing Mermaid.

Smothering in the heat of a drink-happy, loud, and unbothered crowd was entirely uncharacteristic, but she endured. Because it was for him. Nimriel might not have been great with words of affection, but she was never afraid to prove her care. And so, when Sael offered to celebrate the grand event - one whole week of them dating, no less - she agreed, saving a begrudged sigh for another day.

And Saelseris? As happy as a fox that found its way into the chicken coop. Nim couldn’t escape the starved gaze of his ruby eye for even a second. His hand casually landed on her hip as soon as they found a cozy table in a snug corner of the tavern. Subtlety was never a language the warlock spoke fluently. As hours passed, his fingers shamelessly roamed her curves, threatening to slip under the thin hem of the short dress - his gift, naturally.

And with every sip of the red rum swirl, his lips poured more revealing sweet nothings into her ear:

“You are the most magnificent view in all of the Gate.”

“Your thigh rubs so seductively against mine. Missing my touch already?”

“I love the swirl, but I’d rather drink you instead.”

As if his confessions were rituals, Saelseris punctuated every single one with a deep kiss. It was his way to brag to the whole world that Nimriel was finally his. Marking her lips and tongue with a taste of cherries, Sael never let Nim forget the promise of all the pleasures he could’ve bestowed upon her. All she needed to do was ask.

“You don’t have to be this obvious,” Nim murmured, parting from him.

The warlock chuckled, nuzzling into her cheek, “You might as well tell me I don’t have to breathe.”

"Do you have all your poetic musings written somewhere, so you always have something to reply?"

Sael chuckled. "Believe me, it all comes from the heart. But your idea is good!" He jokingly patted her head. "Wouldn't want to repeat myself whilst talking about how much I adore you."

Nimriel shook her head, "It is all very sweet, but we are too much in the spotlight right now. That's concerning."

"Says you?" The warlock's eyebrows shot up in amusement, "Let me remind you, sweetness: last time we were here, you straddled me!" A blissful smile spread across his face as Saelseris reminisced, "And you kissed me like you wanted to eat me alive. Unforgettable. And very, very not discreet, if you ask me."

"Now let me remind you: I had to do it to chase a literal swarm of women away from you," the archer rolled her eyes, "Still can't believe the audacity of that shrew who implied I was your mother."

Barely holding back from calling her "mommy", Sael replied, "Come on now, don't pretend you didn't find the experience enjoyable. I can still hear your needy whimpers when I kissed your neck… The way you pressed into my lap… Gods, you almost deflowered poor innocent me back then," he bit his lip, "And now, all I can think about is what I can do to make you act up like that again."

Nim took a hearty gulp of red rum swirl. Not that it would make a difference with how much the huntress had drunk already. Rather, she preferred to keep her mouth full to keep quiet, in case Sael was about to spew some nonsense.

“My theory is that, last time, it was jealousy that riled you up so nicely.” The warlock shrugged playfully, “What’d you say? Should we test it?”

There he goes, not a day without planting a seed of annoyance into her skull. If only annoyance was the only seed this time, and not a potential bouquet of insecurities.

Nimriel sighed and stood up, “I’m going for a smoke,” she muttered, determined in her movements.

Instantly alarmed, Sael got up as well, but froze as she gestured for him to stop. “I need to think,” the archer sighed again before departing.

To Sael, it all sounded like he got himself into big trouble. The warlock cursed himself for being reckless with his words yet again and began rehearsing a good enough apology. But as more time passed, the words in his mind only got shakier. Eaten up by worry, Saelseris stood up and walked out of the tavern.

A bunch of visitors was chatting leisurely by the Mermaid’s main entrance, but Nim wasn’t among them. Yet, a sweet smell of lavender smoke from her pipe still lingered in the air. She mustn’t have gone far.

Sael circled around to the back of the tavern. The narrow, cobblestone alley was bathed in silvery moonlight, shadows stretching along the wall. Dark and breathy, it was free of Nim’s or anyone else’s presence. Only the distant echo of laughter from inside the Mermaid carried on the night air.

A tingle of uncertainty settled under Sael’s ribs.

Was his remark really that harsh on her?

Perhaps they missed each other, and Nimriel was already waiting for him inside?

Or… she went back to the Elfsong to teach him a lesson. Fair, but cruel.

A ruffle of clothes came from above the roof - too fast for him to react. A second later, she landed in front of Sael, fast like lightning striking the ground. Her palm swiftly muffled his startled exhale.

“Not good, Saelseris,” Nim tsked, pushing his back into the stone wall. Precise enough not to hurt him, but still rough enough to excite the warlock, “You’re so experienced and yet you didn’t hear me coming? Sloppy.”

Sael meant to reply, but her hand only pressed harder to his mouth.

“No-no-no, you had plenty to say already.” She sounded serious. Yet the way her body leaned snugly into his quickly made Sael realize - he was about to receive the greatest scolding of his life.

Feeling his smirk growing under her palm, Nim yanked his collar down, forcing eye contact. “You will hear me out. No fooling around, Saelseris. Unless you want to sleep in the hallway tonight. Nod if you understand.”

His breath hitched, and Sael nodded confidently.

Her hand slowly slid from his chest to rest on his hip. Nim’s fingers were thorough, gnawing at his body, appraising her midnight catch. For the first time since their vertigo-inducing tension blossomed into a relationship, Nimriel’s body signaled its desires so blatantly. Sael had seen it before, naturally. During the peaks of her pleasure, when she’d writhed under him, moaning for him to fuck her harder. But here? When a quiet storm brewed underneath her skin as she taunted and commanded him? The air in his lungs coiled with anticipation.

“Now, you must follow the rules. You listen to me, and you reply when I let you. No touching me or talking to me. Got it?”

Saelseris felt her knee slithering against his thighs, coaxing them to spread. Following her motions, he let it land against the wall, pressing up into his groin. Gathering all his will not to grind against her leg, he nodded again.

“If I like your answers, I will be merciful,” Nim teased, enjoying subtle shivers of his body, the fire already flaring between his legs. “Alright, riddle me this: do you think you blabbering about making me jealous was funny? You can answer.”

Once she removed her hand, Sael protested vehemently, “Not at all, my Gorgeous Moon! I was simply jesting. Reminiscing about the night and nothing more.”

“Hm,” not looking too amused, Nimriel fixed the lock of hair that covered his ruby eye, “And yet you did. Because you are so used to teasing me that you barely realize when you do.”

Allowed to speak again, he replied, “I thought you enjoyed my teasing. Can you blame me for overusing it?”

Her knee moved up slowly, grazing along the fabric of his trousers. Teasing him in response. Torturing, rather.

“So now you will use it against me?” Nim challenged.

“N-no, I-.”

Sael promptly shut up once her leg suddenly stopped its suggestive motions. Drunk on how easily she could unravel him, the ranger playfully squeezed his cheek.

“Disobeying already? See, Saelseris, this is the problem. As soon as I let my grip on you just a little loose, you act out of line.” Her knee was on him again, moving vivaciously around his already erect cock. Sael’s breathing stammered, fingers rubbed mindlessly along the wall, eager to fondle her instead. Finding the display quite erotic, Nimriel rewarded him with a humble kiss to the tip of his nose. “You are such a pervert, Little Shadow,” she taunted, her knee kept edging him on, “Do you always get hard during the interrogations? You can talk now.”

“I was trying to explain. I didn’t think a joke like that could hurt you. Because, to me, none of those women matter. Only you, Nim. You are set so deep in my heart that it is a little pathetic,” Sael couldn’t help himself, smirking playfully as he slowly rubbed himself against her, “… and you have hard proof of it.”

Nimriel bit her lip to hide a chuckle. Saelseris was right: she did adore his jokes, his lighthearted, charismatic demeanor. And most of all, the way Sael was - unabashedly honest. He’d already convinced her there was no hidden intent behind his comments. Didn’t really have to, with his heart proudly worn on his sleeve. Still, it would be a waste to “forgive” him so easily. Her celestial warlock deserved a sweet, unforgettable blessing. And it left her lips as nonchalantly as she could manage, “Unbutton your shirt, Saelseris.”

Sael obeyed instantly - the way she enunciated his name with tight control still ringing in his ears. His muscles went rigid under Nim’s dangerous, hazy-eyed gaze. Reluctantly, the warlock forced his hands against the wall - anything to keep his dearest interrogator happy. And, if Saelseris was frank, the role of her obedient puppy aroused him just as much.

“I often wonder how you survived this long with all your yapping. But-,” her fingers teased alongside his pectoral, barely granting him the satisfaction of her warmth, “-I must admit, you are too handsome for anyone to dare mar you.”

Holding onto his composure, Sael mumbled, “Not this time, Nim. I feel like crushing my body into the wall if you keep me on edge with your pretty fingers.”

“That would be unfortunate.” Her tone was a warning. Yet her hand glided lower, brushing against his belt. “What would you rather my fingers do?”

Sael inhaled, his thoughts balancing on the edge of a cliff she forced him onto. But the small, joyful twist of Nim’s lips - the precious little detail only he’d ever noticed - tipped the scale. “I want them to touch me. No, take me, however you desire to,” he confessed. “I want nothing more than to be at their mercy.”

A hot pulse bloomed in Nimriel’s lower belly. But she didn’t allow him to see the flush dawning across her cheeks. No, she’d rather show him what it did to her. For a second, Nim’s lips ghosted over his, only for her to yank his hair playfully, leaning his head closer. Smirking at Sael’s flustered expression, she whispered, “Do you understand what you’re asking, Saelseris?”

Her free hand trailed down again, clutching at his chest possessively, “We are hiding behind a very crowded tavern. Anyone can pass us by at any moment.”

Nimriel bit at his earlobe, coaxing a quiet moan out of Sael’s throat. Her merciless hand trailed lower still, dragging his body closer to her by the belt. Its snap rang deliciously in his ears, sending shivers down his spine. “Do you really want to put me in a situation where I have to risk my dignity?” she asked in a forced, dramatic tone.

“Nim-”

“Hush,” she murmured softly, now licking the side of his neck, “Want some drunk to see me fondling you? Kissing you? Rubbing myself against you?”

“Nim, please,” he begged, turning his neck to the side under the sultry, wet touches of her tongue. The tight press of her body overpowered him, making his knees go weak. So familiar and warm, he could’ve sworn they were lying naked in bed, not fooling around under the gaze of cold stars.

And then -

White, hot desire, tugging at his every cell. Her fingers finally reached his throbbing need.

“Mm,” Nimriel hummed, massaging his cock through the trousers. Her kisses shifted lower as she began nibbling at his collarbone, “And, of course, I’d have to take care of this. You would very much love that, wouldn’t you? On my knees, swallowing your cock, because I am too impatient to wait until we get home? It would be so promiscuous of me.”

“Ah- yes, it fucking would.” His fists clenched, his head flew high, mouthing for more air. To no avail - her grip around him only grew firmer. “Nim, please,” he bent down slightly, kissing the top of her head, “I am begging you to risk your dignity, yes. Because otherwise I will lose my gods-damned mind. I want you so badly it hurts.”

As if on cue, her hand began unfastening his trousers. “You poor thing,” the huntress murmured, making eye contact with her fevered lover, “Your loose lips got you into such a tight spot.”

“I am aiming for an even tighter spot,” Saelseris stammered, “And I’ll do whatever you want to get there.”

Stepping back, Nim let his words hang in the air, her attention utterly stolen. The sight of his naked body made her mind go numb with desire every single time. A breathtaking painting with a few specks of small freckles and scars dripped across the divine canvas. It shone a pure, bright bliss, just like Sael’s smile - the moonlight couldn’t do it justice.

And it yearned for her. Saelseris made it more than clear.

His body trembled under her glance, every muscle tense with anticipation. Broad chest went up and down in a frantic rhythm - heart racing, begging him to act, to satiate its cravings.

Their eyes met, and Sael smirked, biting his lower lip. His gaze drifted down, inviting her to follow. Hard and heavy, his cock pulsated, lust coiling in every vein and cell. The fingers of his right hand flexed against the wall, eager to relieve the ache between his legs. Yet, he resisted, for now.

“You’re so easy to rile up. It’s ridiculous.” Nim closed the distance between them again, fingers ghosting close to his length.

“When a stunner like you eats me with her gaze, it’s impossible to resist,” he replied, breathing heavily.

She gifted Sael a smile that matched his smugness before lowering her head. Hovering against his chest, the huntress snarked, “You are way too happy for someone getting punished.”

Next moment - her teeth shut around his nipple. A bite equally raw, sharp, and amorous. Not a warning, a provocation. Sael writhed, inhaling sharply, muttering something between a curse and a plea.

“Relax, Saelseris,” Nimriel soothed breathily. Her bites grew more open-mouthed and wet, teeth grazing all across his chest. She ate him like a soft, juicy peach - Sael was just as delicious. Nim’s hand finally locked around his twitching cock, but she didn’t have to do anything. His hips thrusted into it involuntarily, the ecstasy of what her mouth, tongue, and teeth did to him kicking in.    

“Did- didn’t know you were a biter,” the warlock groaned, eyes rolling in pleasure, “forest life must’ve been exciting.”

“You’re mine now, Saelseris,” Nimriel replied confidently between smaller licks and bites. Her fingers were all silk and gentleness, massaging his length as Sael jerked rapidly and shamelessly into her open fist. “And I can do whatever I want with you. And I wanted to do this,” - another tingling bite, then a broad, all-consuming lick, - “for a very long time.”

Sael moaned, his thoughts - an incomprehensible knot of sensations she so generously gifted him. Sharp, yet careful teeth gnawing playfully at his skin. Wet, greedy tongue licking him diligently. Tight, shivering body melting against his, seducing him into touching her. Soft, controlling fingers brushing across his cock veins, nudging him to spill hot seed all over her hand. Nothing else existed, only Nimriel, all around him.

“Let me touch you, please,” Sael pleaded, palms rocking against the wall uncontrollably, “I want to make you feel good, too.”

Nim’s hand locked firmer around his member, taking over his motions completely. Her strokes were quick and demanding, leaving Saelseris no choice but to writhe and whimper instead of reasoning with her. Her touch remained gentle as she massaged his hot, sensitive skin, watching his every reaction.

“I know what you are thinking,” she taunted, taking in the vulnerable look on his face, contorted by pure pleasure, “As soon as I allow you to, you’ll lift my dress, like so.” Her free hand yanked her dress up, exposing her to mid-waist.

Sael gulped, eyes devouring the sight of her bare hips. Moonlight-kissed, soft, his. And those silk, black panties that left no room for imagination - only a promise of a forbidden pleasure waiting beneath.

“And then, you’d want to touch me here,” Nim edged him on. Her index and middle fingers pressed to her pussy, rubbing into wet fabric, making the outline of her folds more visible. The warlock bit his lip: he could practically feel how warm and trembling it was under her firm touch.

His lover let out an uncontrolled moan and continued teasing him, ignoring the unbearable pulse between her thighs, “You’d stretch me out with your fingers until I am nice and soaked for you, right?” Nim’s palm closed tighter around his cock, her own arousal growing by the second.

“I wouldn’t bother,” Saelseris barely spilled out between fevered, heavy breaths, “S-sorry, love, but I’d have to rip those pretty panties and fuck you raw against the wall. Been thinking ‘bout it all night.”

“Have you?” Nim asked, lips brushing against his as she stroked him faster and faster.

“Ever since saw your hips spilling out of the dress,” the warlock groaned, watching enviously how her slender fingers circled through the silk fabric, “Bloody tease. Should’ve fingered you under that damn table.”

Her greedy tongue pushed into his mouth, silencing his aroused nagging. Breaths and tastes mingled, their scorching bodies rubbed against each other, desperate to become one. Nimriel’s hands nudged, and slithered, and pleasured them both, again and again, as if the skies would fall and crush them before they could indulge.

“Yeah, you should’ve. Now you know how to punish me next time,” she breathed out between kisses.

“Nim, fuck.”

It was all too much for Sael. One more ferocious kiss, and the warlock stammered, “Please, I’ll do anything! Just let me touch you.”

“Not so fast, Little Shadow,” Nimriel smirked, “I can’t let you off the hook so easily, or you won’t learn your lesson. But,” the hand with which she touched herself landed softly on his chest, “you can hold me while I make you come.”

Desperate, Saelseris didn’t have to be told twice, quickly entwining their fingers. Nim’s grip on his cock grew possessive. Every fast, tight stroke made his stomach flutter and burn, taking him into the skies only to drop him down and pick him up at the very bottom. Again, and again, and again.  

“I love how heavy you are, how you feel in my hand,” the huntress whispered, kissing and biting his chest. Her gaze was locked on his twitching member, “I want to make you spill and then have my way with you again. Will you be good for me?”

“I will be anything f-for you as long as I’m yours.” Sael clutched her hand for dear life, giving into the bliss of orgasm.

Nimriel watched her lover with unguarded tenderness, admiration softening her every feature. Flared and breathless, Saelseris stood trembling before her, hips still shivering as she kept on her gentle rubs even after he was spent.

“My brave, obedient warlock, you did so well,” she murmured, giving him soft kisses on both cheeks. “I hope I didn’t overwhelm you.”

Sael smiled faintly, still under a heavy spell of overstimulation, “You are-,” he chuckled, affection-struck, “You are so lewd and possessive tonight. This is ahhh… very inspiring.” His gaze was already wandering down Nim’s body, locking on the beautiful, shimmering spot where silk clung to her folds. If only he could slip past it and feel how wet she managed to make herself. Or better yet - to honey it up even more: his fingers, his tongue, his cock - in no particular order and as many times as she’d wanted.

“Well, aren’t you the sweetest?” Nimriel teased again, “I think you deserve some incentive for behaving. How about-” she stroked him once more, coaxing a surprised moan out of Saelseris, “- I clean you up all nicely?”

She didn’t wait for a reply, kneeling before her precious warlock with a playful smirk. “You’re still not allowed to touch me, though.” Notes of authority returned to her tone. But it didn’t matter, as the next thing Saelseris knew - her tongue swirled around his tip.

“Gods, Nim!” he breathed out loudly, hands shooting up to grab the wall again. She knew he was still too sensitive, intending to use it against Sael until he’d learn to never cross her again.

“Eye on me,” Nimriel commanded, licking him broadly from base to tip, “Unless you want me to stop?”

“You know it’s unfair,” Saelseris mumbled, obeying nonetheless, “You look irresistible when you do it. I – ahh – won’t last long.”

“Oh, but you see, it is all about self-control,” Nim grinned, lips caressing his length as she spoke, “A skill you clearly lack. So, try not to disappoint me.”

“I-,” Saelseris stammered: her soft lips locked around his tip. She trailed a slow, thorough path up his shaft, her honeyed tongue soothing his burning skin. Unhurried, Nim let his cock go down her throat, whimpering at the sensation.

The reverence and softness of her moves. Her dazed demeanor. The way she was glancing through her lashes, mocking his helpless bliss. Unbearable.

“I think I’m almost done cleaning you,” Nimriel teased, releasing him, only to make another broad lick across his underside, “Want to help me?”

“Anything!” Sael moaned, biting hard at his fist - the only precaution keeping him from coming all over her luscious, heavenly lips.

Nim stroked him playfully, as if the warlock needed any convincing, “I want to taste you. Really taste you,” she smirked, reaching for one of his hands. Placing it softly onto her crown, Nim continued, “But once you’re ready to spill - you need to stop. What do you think? Can you please me, Saelseris?”

Absolutely devious. But Sael couldn’t resist. Not her, never her.

He leaned closer, pressing his cock to his lover’s lips, “The hold you have on me…,” he whispered, “You make me lose my mind, and I never want you to stop. Nim-,” Sael inhaled, forgetting how to think or breathe, “Please, just… keep me close, always.”

“I’ll make it up to you, promise,” Nimriel said sweetly before her mouth claimed him again.

Meticulous and gentle, she took in every inch, enjoying the way he throbbed at the sensation.

But it wasn’t enough. Not when Sael, so handsome and desperate, was gazing down at her, suffocating in her affection. One moan from his lips, and she was soaked.

In a moment, her calculated moves were overruled by the chaos of her arousal. Fast, slick rhythm consumed every sensation left between them.

Saelseris was completely lost to the sight of his perfect girl deepthroating him. Overwhelmed and teary-eyed, she bumped her nose so cutely against him each time her lips would reach the base of his cock. The obscene sounds coming out of her soft, warm mouth were maddening, simply incomprehensible to the warlock. She was so good, so loving, and so ruthless to him. His immaculate angel, cleaning him diligently on her knees. Sael could hardly fathom what he’d done to deserve a moment of such unadulterated bliss.

His hand tangled deeper into Nim’s hair, urging her to slow down, “Love, I can’t anymore. Any second now,” the man pleaded.

Slowly, she released him with a wet pop, marveling at the fruit of her labor. Tense and glistening with her saliva, his cock begged for another touch. Ready to burst. “Sael…” Nimriel breathed out sweetly, looking him in the eye, “Is all of this for me?”

“Yes, my Moon,” he replied from within a deep haze, "I didn't know it was possible to want you more than I already did. But your perfect mouth makes very compelling arguments." Saelseris exhaled shakily, fighting and barely winning over the urge to push into her again. Tonight, Nimriel broke him completely. A revenge for all those times he'd seduced her, perhaps. If so, Sael agreed he deserved the punishment. Tonight, tomorrow, and any day his goddess would demand it.

Nim smirked, rubbing her cheek against his cock. She looked mesmerized, lust seemed to have taken over her. “You are good and ready to follow my further instructions, then, Little Shadow?” she murmured.

Dazed and still, Saelseris nodded. He watched as Nim got up and stepped aside, leaning her left hand against the wall. In a display that felt like an intoxicating dream, she arched her back and lifted the hem of her dress. Sinfully bathed in moonlight, Nim glanced at Sael over her shoulder.

“Then listen and watch.” She held his gaze, making him follow her moves. Slowly, her free hand slid her panties to the side, “You said you didn’t expect me to be this lewd… Well, I didn’t expect it from myself either. If I’m honest, I think it is all because of you,” Nim confessed, letting her two fingers in. She touched herself with slow precision, weak waves of relief washing over her. Taunting Sael was no longer a goal when her own urge to be filled was so unbearable. “And ever since we had sex for the first time,” she whimpered softly, losing her composure, “I only want more. It crosses my mind all the time when you’re close.”

Possessed by the impossibly erotic vision unfolding right in front of him, Saelseris stiffened. Almost unwittingly, the warlock began stroking himself, watching her fingers escaping in and out her warm, wet pussy. “Can I come closer?” Sael asked hoarsely.

One small, quick nod from Nim was all it took. The balance of power tipped the instant she sensed Saelseris looming behind her. His usual gentleness now thrummed with quiet command, authority radiating from him as she bent for him, wordless in her desire. Sael leaned into her, hard cock pulsating uncontrollably against her bare thighs. But there was no rush, no pressure. Only letting Nimriel know just how much he hungered for her.

His right hand carefully landed on hers, guiding the fingers she touched herself with. Sael set a faster rhythm for her, making Nim go deeper. His breathing grew heavier as he put his head on her shoulder, enjoying the sloshy melody of their movements.

“Does it feel good?” he whispered, gently biting the tip of her ear.

“Yeah,” Nimriel breathed, “But yours feel so much better.”

“I know,” Sael pressed his hand firmer to hers, “Give the word, and I’ll take care of you, my Precious Moon.”

“N-no, not like that,” she replied, her put-on commander tone gone completely, “I want your cock, Sael. Fuck me against the wall. Please, you promised.”

Electrified by her plea, Saelseris pulled her into a heated kiss. His hands entwined Nim’s body instantly, crafty fingers undoing the front laces of her dress.

“So beautiful and obscene,” he groaned into her mouth, “You know how to ask nicely, don’t you?”

He yanked her dress lower, exposing Nim’s breasts to the breezy night air. Saelseris paid no mind to her impatient whining, savoring the moment as he looked down over her shoulder. His all-devouring gaze was switching between her flushed face, hardened nipples, and slick folds. Seeing his huntress so hot and bothered, her body begging for his touch, made his head spin.

Unrestrained, Sael got a hold of her breasts, massaging them with great care, “Play with yourself a little longer for me.”

Still whiny and desperate, Nimriel did as she was told, rubbing her hips against his groin in shameless, trembling circles.

“You have no idea,” Sael swooned, caging her body against the wall, “how many times I’ve fantasized about you touching that exquisite, tight pussy…” he inhaled sharply. The warlock traced the tender line of Nim’s neck with his tongue, hips moving in fluid motions against her. Scraping her with his heat and a pulsating desire between his legs. “To know that you do because of me-” Saelseris almost growled, spreading her thighs wider, “-makes me want to sell my soul to you. Just so you can use me however you please.”

Devastated by the beauty of his confession, Nimriel turned her head, kissing him, “Wasn’t the first time I touched myself thinking about you,” she huffed, “You… I’ve wanted to have you all to myself for a long time.”

A chuckle that came out Sael’s mouth sounded more like an anguished bark, “You’re such a fox, Nim. Calling me perverted when you yourself had dirty fantasies about me. Sloppy indeed,” he mocked, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Sael lowered his head to nibble at her colorbone, enjoying the view of both their hands ravishing Nim’s body, making it writhe and shake in arousal. “My sweet girl, don’t you know that I can never deny you pleasure, no matter how harshly you interrogate me?”

The warlock lowered and pushed his hips forward, slithering his cock between her thighs. It twitched energetically against her folds and fingers, eager to thrust into her.

“This what you want?” Saelseris breathed, feeling her fingers coiling around him possessively, thoughts melting into a hot, white pulse at the sound of her whimpers. “Show how much you want it. Let it soothe you.”

A moment or two passed before Nim could break through the heavy cloud of lust and align them. The feeling of his head stretching her soaked pussy was akin to a fervent kiss of a forgotten lover - raw and endless.

“Sael, I-”, she moaned shamelessly, impaling herself onto him deeper.

“I’ll take care of you, my love,” Saelseris groaned, lifting her hips with urgency only to push her back onto his cock. To the hilt and back out. Again, and again, and again. He needed her to take all of him, to fill her up so deep she’d remember their one-week anniversary for months to come.

Sael leaned impossibly close, breathing heavily into Nim’s ear. Not a man anymore - a beast, driven by pure impulse, drunk on her slick warmth and wanton moans.

How could she ever think he’d want to have any other woman or man by his side, when her body made him turn into a creature of pure desire and love? He could never get enough of her, doomed to be under Nim’s spell until centuries collapse their bodies into dust.

Relentless cries and huffs, the slosh of bodies colliding, singing obscene praises to the night that obscured them from curious eyes, filled the alley.

“I was born to indulge your every fantasy, my Moon,” Saelseris groaned, feeling his release coming onto him, “And I’m ready to do so thousands and thousands of nights to come.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the hell is your problem—”

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

“Does it kill you to not overstep?”

“That was so damn cheap.”

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

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

Already, you want to cry. Again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so annoying. Get off me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You don’t have a job.

You need something to not feel so awful.

It’s quick and relatively harmless.

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

“Can I...” You stop yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

“What if… what if I take his… place?”

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

“… What the fuck.”

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

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

“Are you insane? Absolutely not.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Could you keep up?

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

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to this day, it didn’t matter if he had important phone calls, intricate things to study up on, or confidential documents to overlook and analyze. one thing for certain was that he would always do any and all of it wherever you were if he could.

ten minutes go by before he’s finally sitting up and removing the earbuds from his ears and the whole headset from around his neck. whatever work he had been click-clacking away at for the last two hours after taking a shower and having dinner was disregarded when he shuts the screen of his laptop and turned to look up at you holding the cute wolf plushie he’d won for you a couple months back.

“everything okay?” you ask him softly as he faces you completely, reaching out to gently rake your fingernails through the soft and now fully dried hair right behind his ear.

getting to watch that handsome face of his fall completely relaxed and content was truly a sacred experience. his immediate submission is something you frequently tease him for when compared to his cocky demeanor, but you both knew you’d never hear the end of it should you stop for any reason.

“yeah, it’s all good. random brunch for the third time this month over the weekend. you up for it? by all means, say no if you prefer to just chill with the love of your life or whatever.”

“you and your family are just too cute. once again, i’m reminded where you get all that audacity from.”

valko grins at the giggle you can’t contain, continuing to explore the softness of your skin as you both doted on the other silently. settling between your legs while he sits on the floor was on the top of his list of his preferred kind of intimacy. “but you know i’m down if you are. i go where you go. i mean duhhh, that’s how we always move. like a pack, right?”

he leans deeper into your touch, eyes nearly falling shut completely from the euphoria he gets out of the way you love on him with one of the things he classifies as a guilty pleasure. truthfully, he wasn’t secretive about such an obsession at all, but what was known didn’t always need to be said out loud. unless used against him, of course.

“didn’t even give you any info on it yet and you’re already so eager to follow me like a good little pup, huh?”

“oh, i’m the eager one?” the protest ready to fall from his lips is first expressed in the pinch of his brows when your hand slips away from the stimulation being given to one of his favorite spots. his expressions had the tendency to give away any thoughts before he could say a word. it’s why he always says you read him better than any book he’s ever laid his eyes on.

“what the fuc—”

“watch it,” you warn playfully. whatever was to be said is swallowed down when the pads of your fingertips begin tracing the defined outline of his jawline before resting on the underside of his chin. “so quick to start with me. aren’t you supposed to be my good boy?”

valko takes your lighthearted taunting as a challenge, grasping you by the wrist and bringing it up to his nose to inhale your addictive scent and the faint aroma of your perfume.

“aren’t i always?”

“you have your moments. i’ve gotta say though, obedience looks super sexy on you.”

“hm. i bet it does.” his grin brings out the subtle dimples in his cheeks. “is it my turn to make a move now?”

he’s pulling you off the couch and on top of him before you’re capable of offering a response to his vague request. the two of you are caught in a laughing fit all the way down until his back hits the plush rug and you’re settled in his lap.

the chuckles are interrupted when you feel his not-so-little friend prodding at you for some kind of attention.

“oh, you perv.”

“perv? that’s not a nice thing to say to the man of your dreams, now is it?” he’s slipping his hands beneath your shorts as his palms slide up the outside of your thighs. “i just consider this instinctual. others would say natural. can’t blame me for what i can’t control.”

the heaviness of his hardening cock pressing into you from below had a steadily increasing heartbeat thumping in your panties. from the soft look he sports with his glasses, the oversized red sweater you got him last christmas, and the dark gray sweats doing nothing to conceal what you were quickly becoming unashamedly desperate for, no way were you getting off of him without some kind of relief.

valko watches you closely as you raise said sweater to sit below his chin, revealing the big, strong, and sculpted body that you’ve fallen helplessly head over heels for. he was hard where you were soft, and it was opposites like that that made you fit so well.

“would you look at that. and i’m the one being labeled a pervert. baby, i think we’re mixing things up.”

“can’t i admire my boyfriend? isn’t this natural?”

it’s almost like his eyes shine when you use his own words against him.

“‘course you can. in fact, you better. but…” he sniffs up at the air four times, a smug grin taking over his lips. “i’m sensing that admiration isn’t the only thing you’ve got planned in that big head of head of yours.”

“fuck off,” you laugh, pinching his nose. “and don’t act so tough.”

with one slow upward motion of your hips, the thickness pulsing against you seems to swell even bigger than before. his teeth tuck his bottom lip into his mouth from the sensation and his hold on your hips deepens, nails biting deliciously at your flesh. “admiration isn’t enough for you anyways.”

your lips fall to his quickly, tongues battling for a dominance you know he’d fight tooth and nail to be the one to conquer. but he throughly enjoys a biting prey and it’s why he loves you.

his hands are sliding out the fabric of your sleepwear to find purchase on other parts of your body the more heated your sensual exchange becomes. as he licks at the roof of your mouth and tries his hardest to devour you whole, you’re embraced by his large hands grabbing at you like the greedy beast he’s proud to be.

it’s when he makes his way back to your hips that you both know this wouldn’t last long. and when he starts to frantically guide you to grind against him faster, holding you down to feel him through the few layers of clothes that’s causing separation, instinctively you knew that it was in your best interest to prepare yourself for the more he was going to give soon after this.

“you’re not… hah—wearing underwear…” you breathe against his mouth glistening with your shared saliva. you’re quick to take off his glasses from the growing frustration of them getting in your way of being closer, discarding them towards the plush cushions with fingers crossed for a safe landing.

“aren’t you smart.” the teasing inflection in his tone and the deepness of his voice has the your cunt throbbing to the point of growing uncomfortable.

your clit continues to ache the more you move with him, nipples grazing underneath your top and begging to be sucked into his mouth.

“sit up,” he says breathlessly with another sloppy kiss to your partially swollen lips.

he keeps you moving on his cock as you rise, lustful gaze focused on the way your shorts ride up your thighs and cling to your pussy from how taut he’s got them pulled to increase the friction. the outline of his dick moving against it back and forth, trying its best to nestle in between—the visual alone has him bucking up and trying to make that a reality.

valko’s hands slide up the sides of your torso and his thumbs delicately play with your peaked nipples beneath your t-shirt.

“val,” you whine, resting your hand on his chest to keep you steady as you try your hardest to not lose your shit from the sensitivity taking over everywhere. “w-want it inside. want it so bad…”

“you open that pretty mouth for everything else.” he flicks them this time to make you tense and for tears to damn near overfill both your waterlines. “should’ve just said how much you wanted to be fucked way sooner, pup. saves us so much time.”

but you can’t wait for that now, not when you’re so close. the lone idea of stopping was aggravating enough.

your head falls back from the insatiable manner in which you chase your high, using his body to the highest degree to help get you there.

“you smell so sweet,” he coos through a husky moan. “mm. you’ll let me taste it later? it’s not good to be stingy.”

“right t-there,” you mewl, pressing your lips together before your vision practically blurs and and has you seeing dots. your orgasm is cataclysmic, and valko keeps your momentum going despite the clear overstimulation you’re experiencing. hearing you sing for him like this and watching you fall apart was worth your little hits of retaliation later.

he’s not far behind you either, thick spurts of sticky cum making a complete mess in his pants soon after you cave and quickly seeps through the material to add to the wet spot in between your legs.

both of you sit breathless with the sound of your forgotten movie still playing and being the only thing to fill the silence.

“you can taste it if i can taste you, too.”

“a deal?” he raises an eyebrow as if he’s open to negations. “other than the obvious, what’s really in it for me?”

of course he never misses an opportunity to play coy.

“keep making me feel good…” your thumb swipes along his bottom lip. “and maybe you’ll find out. or are you too scared?”

you sure were bold to offer up another challenge like this. and he could show you better than he could promise that this time, he wouldn’t go easy.

a/n: ofc i haaaddd to write about that picture. i’m so obsessed with it. like i was genuinely imagining this…. i almost felt it—AND, i know we can’t really tell if he’s ooc or not but if you think he’s ooc… DON’T TELL ME!!!!!!! valko baby, you’re ALIVE over here. they can’t take you from me. i hope you enjoyed, my cuties. MWAH MWAH!!!