SUGARPLUMPEARL

“Should’ve scented you better.”

Through the overwhelming pleasure conquering every single ability you had to form a single thought, Valko’s voice rang out, breathless and rough.

The sound of skin meeting echoed throughout his at-home office, his hips forcefully causing the fat of your ass to ripple with every thrust. 

The moment the front door shut behind you, his hands made quick work of your clothes, a trail of ripped clothing leading to his den, his frustration preventing him from even making it to the privacy of your shared bedroom before he had you bent over his desk.

“Nearly tore open his throat when I saw his filthy hands touch you.” 

You grimaced at the picture that flashed through your mind. Now was not the time to talk about such gore, but Valko didn’t even seem to flinch, his pace just as unbothered as he was. 

“But I knew you wouldn’t like that. Too soft to even hurt a fly, aren’t ya’, pup?”

Your fingers curled over the edge of the desk, your nodding barely noticeable from all the movement that was going on. You wouldn’t try to speak as Valko could prevent you from forming coherent sentences during moments like this. 

You nearly went cross-eyed, your saliva pooling under your cheek as it spilled from your parted lips as his tip was suddenly bullying your cervix. The bulge at the base of his cock was starting to swell, stretching your poor cunt even further. 

“Such a good, little puppy, coming to me as soon as that wannabe alpha touched you. At the very least I can-ah, fuck…your pussy’s milking the f-fuck outta my cock…” His words caught in his throat when your slick walls clenched around him, a glob of his seed spilling deep inside of you. “Shit, I…I can reward you for being a good girl, yeah?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You spoke the same word like a mantra before catching your breath for a second to say something at least. “…been…so…good, f’you.”

“Yeah, such a good pup for her alpha…touch yourself, play with that pretty pussy, I don’t care. Just make yourself cum before I knot you.”

With a shaky hand, you slowly snuck a hand between your spread legs, your head dropping back onto the desk when your fingers played with your swollen clit. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth fell open to allow your moans to fill the warm room. The very sound caused a growl to erupt from deep within Valko’s heaving chest. 

“Atta girl, pup.”

The added pleasure had your juices dripping down your thighs, a creamy ring forming at the base of the alpha’s knot. 

The two of you could tell you were close, thighs shaking and walls fluttering around him, but something was missing.

Squeezing your ass, the fat spilling from between his fingers, he pulled your asscheeks apart. The sight of your untouched, ring of muscle has his tongue licking a canine, a groan coming from him at the thought of finally claiming all of your holes.

Still, you weren’t ready, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play with it.

Pooling some saliva in his mouth, he allowed it to dribble onto the ring of muscle before spreading it around with his thumb. 

“V-Valko…don’t…”

“Oh, hush now, puppy. I won’t do anything you won’t like, so just relax and cover my dick with your sweet slick.”

A plethora of jumbled-up words slipped past your lips, your body warm and sweaty as the pleasure was becoming too much. Rubbing harsher circles onto your bundle of nerves, you squeaked when your entire body shook as you came. Your juices gushed out of you, down your thighs and onto the wooden floor and Valko’s shoes.

While you were still trembling and calling out to him, Valko came with a growl, his cock nestling deep inside of you as his knot swelled, locking you two together. You felt his weight press you down onto the desk as he curled himself over you, a hand coming to settle onto the back of your neck, his thumb rubbing smooth circles onto the skin.  

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, his spare hand running along the length of your thigh as he cooed, whispering sweet words as you came down from your high.

His refractory period always left you surprised, the beast of a man ready to go after a few minutes. Unfortunately, yours was much slower, but he didn’t mind if it meant he could remain buried inside of you.

With little hurry, he pushed himself off of you.

“With how pretty my puppy is, it’s understandable that there’ll be a few that wish to steal her from me.”

Out of breath and with limbs that felt like jelly, you couldn’t fight Valko as he lifted you off the desk, your naked back meeting his clothed figure as he placed your bare feet onto his shoes. He paid no mind as your added weight caused the leather of his expensive shoes to crease. You were grateful his arms were wrapped around your middle otherwise you would’ve faceplanted back onto the wood before you.

“No matter.” He began, only to pause, licking at the mark on your neck. He hummed at the taste of your blood covering every single taste bud. “I’ve no issue keeping you marked, fucked, and knotted if it means it’ll keep those pricks at bay.” 

Zayne looked like a vision, reclined against the pillows with her legs parted, offering you an unobscured view of her perfect, pink pussy that was being stretched out by elegant, scarred fingers. There was nothing you loved more than to see your girlfriends in such a vulnerable state. Whenever you saw either one of them bare and spread out before you, you’d get this certain look in your eye. You’d look at them as if they hung all the stars in the sky themselves.

The raven-haired female must have curled her fingers into that specific spongy spot as a startle moan fell from her lips, back arching and pushing her perfect tits out for the whole world—you— to see. 

Your bottom lip quickly found itself caught between your teeth as you wanted to take her lovely dusty rose-colored nip into your mouth.

Brought back to the present as the tip of the strap fucking you open, bullied your cervix, the back of your head knocked against Caleb’s chin before falling along her shoulder. 

“Pretty, isn’t she?” 

Caleb questioned, but to whom the question was directed remained unclear. 

“Stunning.”

Was Zayne’s response while you let out a whiny ‘yes’, the pit in your stomach growing by the second. It didn’t help when Caleb moved her hand from your jaw down to your belly, pressing down on the bulge that formed when she bottomed out. 

“Can feel you trembling, honey. You gonna cum? Gonna soak jeijei’s cock, huh?”

Once you felt your body stop shaking, you fell face-first onto the bed as you were no longer held up by Caleb. Hearing a familiar squelching sound, you glanced up at Zayne through your lashes, unable to even lift your head at the moment. 

There she was, cheeks rosy from the orgasm she had given herself as she watched you reach your very own high. The pink color had traveled down her neck and onto her heaving chest. With a sigh, she slipped her fingers out of herself before trailing them up along her pelvis and in between her tits. She oh so unintentionally brushed a slick-covered finger along one hardened bud, the juices sticking to the skin.

Your mouth watered and your lips fell open at the sight of her breasts. They were begging to be sucked and kissed and played with, and you were more than happy to do so.

Zayne knew how much you enjoyed having their boobs in your mouth. Which is why she couldn’t help the slight smirk that graced her face. Curling an elegant finger, she gestured for you to crawl over to her.

Using what little energy you had just recovered, you tried to inch your way over to her. You were stopped by a pair of hands that settled on your hips and pulled you back onto a plastic cock that was immediately nestled between your puffy folds. 

Caleb’s name fell from your lips, your tone whiny and frustrated. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” She asked, bringing a hand down against the fat of your ass in a harsh slap, which earned her a cry. Gripping the base of her fake cock, she nudged the tip along your tender clit. “Don’t run from jeijei’s cock.”

Hazel eyes rolled, Zayne’s annoyance with the younger female’s greediness evident.

“Don’t be a brat, Caleb.” Zayne stretched out a hand towards you and wiggled her fingers, gesturing for you to grab onto them. “You may be her jeijei, but don’t forget who her mommy is, yeah? C’mere, little jasmine.”

Before Caleb could stop you again, you slipped from her grasp and settled yourself between Zayne’s spread legs.

She didn’t give you another moment’s notice before her hand slipped into your hair and tugged you towards her mouth. Tongue pushing past your lips, you could taste your lip gloss that clung to her lips since the kiss you gave her when she got home. 

She was rough, stealing your breath without hesitation and biting your bottom lip, hard enough to pull a cry from you.

“Oh, hush now. You can mouth off to Caleb all you want, but not to me.” She reprimanded, the stern expression replaced with something soft as she nudged your head towards her chest. She pushed herself up on the pillows. “Have your fill, but make sure to stick your ass out for this one. Otherwise, we won’t hear the end of it.”

Caleb scoffed.

“I can hear you, you know?”

“That’s why I said it.” Zayne retaliated, a hand brushing your hair back as you were too busy nuzzling the swell of her breasts to even pay attention to their bickering. “Have at it. Before I change my mind.”

Caleb mumbled under her breath, bed shifting with her added weight as she positioned herself behind you. She was just about to push the mushroom-shaped head past the opening of your hole, but was stopped by Zayne’s foot that pushed against her toned stomach. 

“Be gentle. Y’fuck her like a damn brute.”

Caleb smirked. Bringing Zayne’s manicured foot up to her lips, she pressed a kiss on the pad of one toe before taking one into her mouth. She pulled it out with an obnoxious pop, then spoke.

“If you’re jealous, just say so.”

Zayne tugged her foot away, an aghast look on her face. 

“Get on with it before I change my mind.”

By the time Caleb slipped her strap back inside of you, you were too caught up on suckling on Zayne’s tit. The slick that the black-haired female spread there mixing with your spit, the taste of her lingering on your tongue. You toyed with the hardened bud, alternating between caressing it with your tongue, harshly sucking on it, or nibbling on it softly. 

Zayne’s head fell back onto the pillows, raven hair spilling around her, the harsh contrast in color causing the blush of her cheeks to be extremely noticeable. 

“Not so rough, jasmine. I’m not going anywhere.” Zayne said at a particularly grueling suck.

Every moan, mewl, whine, and cry caused vibrations to travel from her sensitive nipple to her sopping cunt. Zayne’s gummy walls fluttered, the empty feeling leaving her frustrated. She’d have to take up Caleb on her offer after the two of them put you to bed, as the current moment was about you. 

She could tell you were close as your suckling would lose its rhythm and her teat kept falling from your mouth before you hastily shoved it back into your mouth. Desperate and needy, your oral fixation was being satisfied while your sloppy hole was stretched and filled. 

“D’you like how jiejie and mommy take care of you, pips? Need mommy’s tits and jiejie’s cock?” Caleb’s form curled over yours, her words brushing along your ear when she spoke. “Always so good and needy for us.” 

Squeezing Zayne’s tit with your hand as the other was too busy being lavished by your tongue, you begrudgingly let it fall from your mouth as both your lovers’ names fell from your lips in a breathy tone. 

Your breathing was picking up, toes curling, and hips pushing back against the purple strap as you tried to take jeijei deeper into your warm pussy.

“Look at you. Can’t get enough of us, can you?”

You whined and shook your head.

“Please…need it…need to c-cum…”

With your head on Zayne’s chest, you looked up at her, eyes pleading. 

“Been a good girl, m-mommy. Can cum, r-right?”

“Course. Whatever you want, jasmine.”

Angling your hips and causing Caleb to scratch the itch growing in your lower belly, it took only a few more precise thrusts before you found yourself drenching Caleb’s dick in your cream and lathering Zayne’s chest with open-mouth kisses. 

The two older females spoke in hush tones, cooing and shushing as you came down from your high, you lay there, enjoying the attention they lavished on you. Caleb was quick to clean up the mess between your legs while Zayne offered you sips from your water bottle, which they kept filled with ice-cold water on your nightstand.

You remained in Zayne’s embrace, covered in a warm blanket, and cheek smushed against her tit as you slowly drifted off. Once you were asleep, the two made sure to put you in a comfortable position, tucked away in the bed you shared. 

Caleb moved over to the dresser, going to pull out a spaghetti strap and pajama bottoms, but was stopped by Zayne, who pressed herself up against the younger female.

“Don’t get dressed just yet,” Zayne smirked as she felt Caleb’s figure shiver when she brushed her lips along the expanse of Caleb’s neck. “Don’t you want the chance to fuck me like a brute?”

Caleb smiled, looking at Zayne through the mirror before them. She couldn’t help the little voice in her head that spoke, pleased with how her day had turned out. 

'Must be my birthday or something.'

Caleb never imagined he’d be spending his Saturday night at school. Granted, he was there with you to support the French Club’s fundraiser, but it was still out of character. Even those who knew him did a double-take as they saw him trailing behind you as you led him through the campus grounds before settling into one of the chairs laid out before the giant screen projector.

For this month’s upcoming Saturdays, they’d be having a movie night, and the money they collected would be used for the trip they’d be taking to France in the summer.

At least you were nice enough to pick a seat all the way in the back where no one could watch as he teased you throughout the night.

“You don’t want any snacks?” He asked as the film started. 

“Later.” You responded without sparing him a glance. “I’ve only seen bits and pieces of this movie, so I’m excited to see the opening scene.”

The film for the night was the French version of Beauty and the Beast. Caleb wasn’t having an amazing time, but he wasn’t bored either as the film had his mind wandering to the idea of you in a corset like the one worn by the female lead. 

He was sure your tits would look to die for in one, especially in a soft pink color with frills and lace. He knew you wouldn’t be too happy with how tight it would be around the waist area, but he’d be sure to rip it off of you after he recorded a video of how’d the flesh would bounce to the rhythm set by his hips as he pistons in and out of your soft cunt. 

At the motion of you standing up from his lap, he looked up at you as you gestured towards the area where they were selling snacks.

“I saw a girl with those gummy clusters I like! Do you want anything?”

Caleb shook his head, immediately pulling out his wallet from his pocket before handing you a bill.

“I’ll just steal some of yours.” He smirked as your lips formed a pout. “Sharing is caring, honey.”

You thanked him as you took the money, grumbling a curt fine at the idea of sharing your sweets. 

He settled back into the seat. He tried to focus on the scene before him, but from the corner of his eyes, he couldn’t help but notice the guy who was trailing awfully close behind you. You were too far away for him to hear the words being exchanged, but it was clear you were uncomfortable as you shrank into yourself.

Caleb didn’t take his eyes off of you, only relaxing once you were back on his lap.

“You okay?” He questioned, a hand coming to rest against your tummy soothingly. “Did he tell you something?”

You shook your head as you ripped into the bag of candy. 

“Just being a weirdo, but I told him I had a boyfriend.”

Whenever Caleb heard you refer to him as such, for the first time in his life, it left him feeling satisfied. Had it been any of his past flings, that relationship was severed by the end of the night, but not you. The brute had grown accustomed to you and the thought of you leaving him left a sour taste in his mouth. 

“Boyfriend, huh?”

The hand bringing a colorful cluster to your mouth stopped a few inches from your lips. You turned to look at Caleb who was already watching you.

“Oh, do you not like when I call you that?” Your tone was dejected, and the sparkle in your eye dimmed. 

His nose bumped against your temple, the sound of him taking a deep breath present as he inhaled your sweet perfume. 

“Only hate that I can’t fuck you right now, baby.”

He chuckled at the adorable side eye you gave him, taking the piece of candy you offered. 

“Caleb!” You scolded. “You and that mouth of yours.”

“You love it. At least that’s what you said last night when-”

You grew flustered, a hand waving in the open space. 

“Stop it!”

His chest felt warm at the sight of your heated cheeks. 

He tried to focus on the movie once again, but he could feel the guy from earlier stealing glances at you. You of course were too caught up in the film to notice. Not Caleb though. He was hyperaware of everything when it came to you.

Shooting the male a nasty glare, Caleb shifted in his seat and adjusted your legs so that you were sitting sideways in his lap, head tucked under his jaw. He made sure to cover your legs with his jacket before slipping a hand under and past the hem of your pleated skirt. 

He felt you tense as his fingers curled over your thigh, his fingertips awfully close to your warm cunt. He could feel the heat radiating from your center. When he curled a stray digit, he felt the soaked center of your panties. A gasp came from your lips. 

The bag of candy crinkled loudly as your grip tightened around the plastic.

“Caleb, what’s gotten into you?” You whispered slash yelled, completely scandalized, while frantically looking around.

It’s not like it was the first time Caleb touched you out in the open, but it was the first time there were others around. 

“Caleb, not here-” You harshly whispered, your words dying on your tongue as two digits ran along the cut of you, gathering your juices just to slip past your puffy folds with ease. A whine fell from you at the intrusion. 

“Shh, don’t fight it. I know how much you love having my fingers inside of you. Take them so well even though you’re so little and tight.”

You wanted to fight it, but his fingers were stretching you out too well, your slick aiding his ministrations. Your hips wanted to start moving, but then what was occurring under his jacket would become clear. 

“Caleb! S’embarrassing…” Your words turned into a moan as his fingers curled towards the spongy spot that had your hips bucking. “G-gonna get me in trouble.”

Even though you were embarrassed, the unknown male’s eyes trained on every single twitch of your figure, you couldn’t ignore the wonderful feeling spreading from your cunt to your tummy.

You wished you had gone with your idea of bringing a small blanket, so that way you would’ve been able to hide your face in it. With no other option, you tucked your face against Caleb’s neck, your quiet cry going straight to his dick. 

Your walls clenched down, holding his digits and refusing to let go. 

“Fuck, you gonna cum already, honey?” Using the hand that wasn’t between your thighs, he cradled the side of your head, holding your face to his neck and hiding you away from the world. The entire time, he maintained eye contact with the peeping tom beside you. “Think this is the fastest I’ve made you cum. Do you like being watched? Do you like it when some punk ass loser watches you take my fingers?”

Applying pressure with his palm against your sensitive bundle of nerves, you couldn’t help as your hips began to rock slightly to match the rhythm he set with his fingers. 

“I’m gonna make a mess.” You continued to whine as you tried to hold back your impending climax by bearing down your pelvic muscles. “It’s dirty.”

Caleb chuckled, the hand cradling your head smoothing down your hair. 

“Go ahead. I’ll just clean you up.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, your forehead knocking against Caleb’s jaw as you used his body to hide as you whispered for him to keep going. You were almost there, might as well give him what he wants at this point.

If the bulge in his pants was any indication of his growing need, he’d have you spilling onto his hand and immediately deciding to go home so that he could bury himself to the hilt in your pussy in private. At least that way he’d be able to hear your moans and cries at full volume. 

“Go on, baby. Let him see how pretty you look when you’re spilling all over my hand. This is the only chance he’s getting at seeing you come undone.”

“…kiss.” You were breathless, pawing at his shirt. “…w-wanna kiss.”

A grin broke across Caleb’s face. 

“Whatever you want, honey.” He angled your head towards him. “C’mere.”

It wasn’t until your lips met that your body went lax, allowing yourself to get caught up in the pleasure he was giving you. He swallowed every little sound you made. He may be allowing someone else to see you falling apart, but they’d never be able to hear the sounds you make. That was a privilege for him and him alone. 

“Let go.” He whispered against your lips. “Once you do, I’ll take you home and make you come apart over and over again on my cock. Until you’re shaking and crying and begging for me to stop.”

As the film reached its climax, you called out to Caleb, his name turning into a mewl as your orgasm caused your body to shake, fingers tugging at the fabric of your boyfriend’s t-shirt. He continues to scissor you open until your walls stop spasming and you are finally able to catch your breath. 

When your body cooled down, the embarrassment set in, and your hands grabbed onto the leather jacket, pulling it up to cover your face. 

“I can’t believe you-you just made me do that. With all these people here!”

The shame began to set in for you. Face burning and pulse pitter-pattering as you whispered to yourself, your horrified words fell on deaf ears, but at least Caleb held you close, his hand rubbing your arm.

All the while, Caleb looked the flustered male dead in the eye as he made a show of licking your juices off of his fingers. His tongue curled around each digit, lapping up every single drop. Saving his middle finger for last, he oh so coincidentally flipped the male off as he pulled it from his mouth with an exaggerated pop. He smiled as he spoke, far too pleased with the situation. 

“Sweet.