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“Talk you into it? You’re the one who bought them, remember?” He smirks, slipping his hand in his pocket. The mere action makes you tense in anticipation.

Okay, maybe wearing vibrating panties to one of Zayne’s fancy galas hadn’t been the best idea.

He doesn’t turn them on yet. No, instead he waits for the moment you sit down, when the vibrator is flush to your clit. You jolt, pressing your lips together and desperately holding back a moan.

“We should socialize.” The cheeky bastard is the picture of a doting boyfriend, pulling you to stand. He keeps the vibrations just low enough so you can’t cum, which is almost worse.

“Well, this is a nice surprise.” Valko’s voice over your shoulder makes you want to melt into the ground. You turn to face him, as does Zayne. His grin widens when he realizes you’re here together, something that still confuses you, but you've chosen to look past it.

“Hardly a surprise. Your company is Akso's biggest donator." Zayne comments, a hint of friendliness behind it. But perhaps his amusement is due to switching the level of vibrations up, nearly making your knees buckle.

"You alright?" Valko asks you, just a little too perceptive. His heightened senses have come in handy more than once, so you're familiar with how good he is at picking up the smallest sounds and sce-

Oh fuck.

He realizes what's going on the moment your brain catches up, his grin widening as he barks out a laugh, nose twitching.

"You two are certainly more interesting than I thought."

“C-come on doc, don’t you think she’s had enough?” The scent of you nearly overwhelms him, makes his mouth water really. Your poor pussy is soaked, and Valko wants nothing more than to clean you up.

"Hardly. Her punishment has barely even started." Still, Zayne squeezes your thigh, letting you catch your breath before he keeps going.

"I-I promise to be good! I'll behave I-I swear please...Valko..." Just the breathy gasp of his name makes him lurch forward, but Zayne stops him.

"Just-just let me clean her up. I won't make her cum." His nose is twitching, eyes locked onto the slick between your thighs. When Zayne nods, Valko moves as a blur, nearly launching himself between your legs and dragging his tongue across your inner thighs. He moans at the taste, but it's nearly tortorous for you to have him so close and so far all at once.

Of course, that had been Zayne's plan.

"V-Val please-ngh-please!" He pins your hips down to prevent the way you thrash, using just the tip of his tongue to trace your entrance.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Zayne smirks, leaning over to press his lips to yours. You whimper into the kiss, tears streaming down your face. A cool hand wipes them away, soothing you just barely. Before you can get too lost in him, Valko's nose bumps your sensitive clit, making you cry out.

"God! Please Z-Zayne..." Your head is spinning, body burning with desire.

"Poor thing...she's so desperate." Valko murmurs, eyeing Zayne with a clear intention. Zayne sighs, knowing that Valko always has a way of sneaking you out of a punishment.

Honestly? You have no idea how you got here.

“You need-to-be-quiet.” Zayne’s words are mumbled against your lips, an attempt to swallow your moans. It’s a good plan in theory, but you aren’t the only one making noise.

“Fuck…taste so good…” Valko nearly moans into your pussy, holding the vibrating panties aside so he can lap at your wetness. Your leg is thrown over his shoulder, heel digging into his back with every flick of his tongue.

"V-Valko! Fuck!" You grip his hair, tugging him even closer to you. Zayne is clearly amused, smirking as his head dips to nip at your neck, leaving a mark.

"Don't cum yet." He murmurs against the shell of your ear, making your hips jerk against Valko's mouth as you try to hold off.

"But Z-Zayne!" You whine, tearing up at the sensation. Valko definitely heard the command, and slows down to keep you on edge.

A cool hand slips down, repositioning the panties to be pressed against your clit, though Valko keeps them tugged aside enough to taste you. The vibrations switch back on, but Zayne's hands are both empty...

Oh that stupid wolf.

His grin is evil as he switches it higher. Your body goes rigid, tugging his hair even harder as you desperately hold off your orgasm.

"Zayne p-please!" With tears streaming down your face, you're sure you look a picture of desperation. When he mumbles his approval, your vision goes white.

"H-holy shit..." You murmur as Valko fixes your underwear, setting your leg down carefully as Zayne adjusts your dress.

"I think we'll be going now. Care to join us for dinner?" Zayne offers, draping his jacket over your shoulder. Valko debates for a moment, and after licking his lips, nods.

"...Sure. I could eat."

There's no way you were going to make it till dinner.

Just sitting next to Valko in the backseat, the windows tinted and his large hand on your thigh, is making your head spin. You meet Zayne's eyes in the rearview mirror, mentally cursing him for insisting you sit back here and "stretch your legs"

They would be stretching in a minute for sure.

"Zayne?" He glances up again, then nods. Your heart jumps in your chest, and just like that you're climbing into Valko's lap, tugging at his belt. He doesn't seem very surprised, canines flashing as though he'd knew this would happen.

His cock is huge, as you'd expected. It's thick and so pretty, making your mouth water at the sight. But you'll have time for that later.

"Take your time." Valko murmurs, grip on your waist tightening as you slowly sink down on him, still soaked from earlier. His nose traces your collarbone, tongue laving over your skin so that he can taste you.

"Don't bite her." Zayne calls from the driver's seat, glancing up at you two while he can. Valko hums in agreement, instead pressing soft kisses to your heated skin.

When you finally sink down on his whole length, you can't help but whimper at the feeling. It feels heavenly, even more so as you slowly rock your hips against his, his thumb finding your clit.

"F-fuck...Valko!" You cry out, having to muffle your moans into his shoulder. He takes over, fucking up into you until you're seeing stars.

The car stops just as you've begun to come down from your orgasm, cool air hitting your burning skin as Zayne opens the door and reaches in to check on you. Though, based on the tent in his pants, he was the one who needed attention.

Which is probably why the car is parked in his driveway.