thinking about kaebbz and submissive kaif SO HARD RIGHT NOW
(warning. there is smut under the cut. it’s just porn. tw for public sex and super needy and subby kaif, pet names, sub/dom dynamic, begging, little bit of kaebbzcat and a voyeurism kink [if you couldn’t tell by the ‘kaebbzcat’ warning, Stan’s the reason there’s a voyeurism warning lol], no beta i never have anyone read these lol)
“Ebbz.” Kaif’s voice is breathtakingly needy, closer to a pleading whine than anything coherent. Ebbz can’t help but grin. She loves it when he gets like this. “Please- can I just-?”
“Not yet, okay? Just stay still for a little longer.”
Kaif groans, and buries his face into her neck. She can feel how he’s squirming beneath her, hips occasionally jerking upwards in a desperate attempt to get any release. She bites back the urge to coo at just how adorable he is right now, continuing to edit the video she’s working on.
Ebbz is silently grateful for the fact that she’s decided to wear a skirt today, the long fabric neatly hiding how deep Kaif is inside of her right now, jeans unzipped and underwear pulled to the side so that he can push his cock into her. After all, everyone hasn’t left the office yet, and there’s a very real chance that someone might walk in on them fucking like this in the middle of her room.
(But if she was telling the truth, she’d say that it only makes it far more fun.)
Kaif pants against her skin, gasping and groaning every now and then, his length occasionally twitching inside of her. She’s been sitting on him like this for quite some time now, and it’s easy to see how it’s driving him mad. God, it’s driving her mad too- the only reason she’s been able to hold back for so long is because of how pretty he looks when he gets this desperate.
“Ngh- fuck, you feel so good n’ warm, Ebbz… I- Please, I wanna-“ His words are slurred with need as his hands find their way underneath her clothes, running them all across her skin and gently squeezing her thighs. She sighs, grabbing onto his wrist and pulling his hand away.
“I already told you, baby. You’ve got to keep your hands to yourself, or I’m not going to let you cum, okay?”
Kaif whines, but he still lets his hands drop to his sides as his eyes flutter shut, face flushed and sweaty. “I… fffuck, wanna cum so bad, Ebbz”.
“I know you do, baby.” She gently rubs his thigh, continuing to click away with her other hand. Just a little bit longer, and then she’ll be done. Just a little bit longer, and then she can ride him to her hearts content, using him like a living and particularly needy sex toy in the middle of the office.
Footsteps reach her ears, and not long after the door to her room opens, revealing Stan standing in the doorway. Ebbz is much better at hiding it than Kaif is, so she turns to him with a big smile as he talks.
“I’m going to head out now, you guys.” Stan yawns. He’s not wearing his glasses, which is definitely a blessing because he’s blind as fuck without them. Blind enough that he can’t see how ruined Kaif looks underneath her right now, and if he can, he’s not exactly saying anything.
“Cool. Stay safe, yeah?” Ebbz is able to keep her voice level as she stares at him, studying his face for any kind of reaction. Kaif buries his face into her skin again, hiding himself from Stan’s view.
“Will do.” There’s a moment of uncomfortable silence before Stan speaks up again. “Is… Kaif alright? He’s really quiet.”
“Oh, uh-“ Kaif’s voice pitches upwards as he fumbles verbally, and Ebbz gets an idea. A very, very devious idea. “Y-yeah, just a bit tired, is all-“
Ever so slowly, Ebbz begins to move on top of him. The movement is gentle enough that it’d be hard to see, but that doesn’t mean that Kaif can’t feel it. His breath catches in his throat as he struggles to keep himself from breaking right there.
“Yeah! I’m- I’m fffiiiine. G-Great, even! Sooo great… nhh…” Kaif quietly moans underneath his breath, trying desperately to not act like the slut Ebbz knows he is in front of Stan.
“Oh. Uh. Okay.” Ebbz can see a slight blush on Stan’s cheeks, and she raises an eyebrow slightly. Is he… into this? Watching them fuck in front of him? There’s no way, right? “You two… have fun!”
He chuckles nervously and runs away, but not before Ebbz can catch a glimpse of the very obvious erection in his pants. Holy shit, Stan was turned on by watching them. She smirks. That’s certainly something to file away for later.
After the main door of the office opens and shuts, signifying Stan’s exit from the building, Kaif whines as Ebbz slows back down again.
“Why- Why would you even do that?” He’s not mad, more embarrassed than anything else, and Ebbz chuckles.
“Kaif, I could literally feel you getting excited. You started squirming and twitching inside of me so much when he opened the door.” Ebbz purrs, gently stroking his thick thighs as she continues to tease him. “You wanted him to see this, didn’t you?” She moves her hips ever so slightly, squeezing his skin slightly as she does. “You wanted him to see how I use you like a toy, and how much you enjoy it. Having him watch turned you on, didn’t it?”
All of Kaif’s restraint seems to have finally eroded away as he tilts his head back, moaning gently. “I- Ebbz-“ Her name spills from his lips like it’s a prayer, and she wishes she could hear him like this more often.
“I want a yes or no answer, baby. Did you like it when Stan watched me ride you?”
“Yes.” Kaif gasps. “It was so fuckin’ hot, Ebbz.”
Ebbz grins. “Good.” She looks over her shoulder, licking her lips. She continues to move up and down on Kaif, taking it slow so that she can feel every single inch of him.
“Fuck, Kaif… you’re so good for me. Such a good boy.” She can’t help herself from moaning as he hits just the right spots inside of her. Kaif whimpers slightly, the praise going straight through him. “You’re such a good fuck toy for me, huh? Just letting me use your cock like this.”
She glances over her shoulder again, making eye contact with him. “You’ve been such a good toy for me that I might even give you a reward.” His eyes light up, and she smiles like a shark. “You just have to beg for it, okay baby?”
“Ebbz, please…” His voice trembles as he tries to stay coherent long enough to finish his sentence.
“Please what, darling? Use your words.”
“Please let me cum, Ebbz. I wanna cum so fuckin’ bad. I- nghh, you’re so tight, ‘wanna cum inside of you so much-!”
“Good boy.” Ebbz begins to speed up, increasing her pace steadily as she rides his length. She starts to moan almost as much as Kaif is, the feeling of him pounding into her over and over overwhelming her. The sounds of her thighs slapping against his fills the room as she digs her nails into his skin, throwing any attempts to stay hidden away now that everyone’s left the office.
“Ebbz, Ebbz-“ Kaif’s almost incoherent by this point, overstimulation making tears roll down his perfect cheeks as he pulls Ebbz closer, his hands riding up her chest and gently groping her breasts as his hips hopelessly thrust upwards into her in pure desperation.
It’s exactly how she wants him to be.
“Oh, fuck yes- just like that, baby, just keep going-“ Ebbz gasps as heat begins to mount in her gut, her own orgasm quickly approaching as she continues to roughly slam herself down onto him. Her thighs are going to sting for a while, but it’s so fucking worth it to feel like this.
Kaif moans loudly as he clutches onto Ebbz, hips stuttering as he finishes inside of her. She keeps riding him for just a bit longer after he cums, pleasure making her thighs tremble as she finishes not long after him.
The two of them sit like that for a moment, panting as they try to regain their composure.
Ebbz sighs, feeling Kaif slump tiredly against her back. “… I’ll drive home.”
