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He lifted his coffee and took a slow sip.

Outside, nothing about him changed. His expression remained calm, composed. Only the subtle tightening of his jaw gave away the tension building behind his temple. His gaze lingered on the curve of your hip, where the delicate strap of your panties sat high, biting softly into your flesh.

"You've been rearranging the same three jars on that shelf for the last five minutes." his tone carried its usual dry professionalism, though there was a faint pause before he continued.

"If you're looking for the tea, it's in the cabinet below. If you're looking for something else, this is a remarkably inefficient way of finding it."

You glanced over your shoulder.

A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you turned and leaned against the counter, folding your arms across your chest. The movement intentionally compressing your chest, pushing the lace of your bra into a clearer view beneath the wide, slouching neckline.

"Maybe I'm admiring your organizational system, Dr. Zayne, or maybe I'm waiting for you to finish working."

"My work was finished the moment you walked into the kitchen wearing that."

Zayne set his mug down with a quiet click.

His eyes slowly scanned you from your collarbone down to your bare thighs. There was no irritation in his voice, despite what he was saying.

"You're making it very difficult to enjoy a quiet evening," he added. "A clear disruption."

"Am I?" you shifted against the counter, the fabric of the sweater slipping just an inch further off your right shoulder, exposing the scalloped edge of the blue strap. "You could always look away."

"That's not a realistic option."

He pushed himself to his feet.

There was nothing hurried about the way he moved. There never was. Everything Zayne did carried the same deliberate steadiness he brought to every part of his life, as though rushing simply wasn't in his nature.

He rounded the island at an unhurried pace, his attention fixed entirely on you.

"Besides," he said, stopping in front of you, "I suspect that wasn't the outcome you were hoping for."

He stepped closer, planting his hands on either side of you as though to steady himself there, close enough to narrow the space between you without actually touching, while his eyes lingered on your face with a focus that made it difficult to remember what either of you had been talking about a moment ago.

"You've been walking around in that all evening," he said, his attention drifting briefly before returning to your eyes, "and unless I'm mistaken, you chose that particular color knowing exactly how distracting it would be."

A smile tugged at your lips, small and innocent enough to be unconvincing.

"I just thought it looked nice."

The look he gave you suggested he found that explanation deeply improbable, though there was a trace of amusement beneath the skepticism that softened the severity of it.

"I'm sure that's what you're telling yourself."

The response earned a quiet laugh, and for a moment neither of you looked away, the silence stretching comfortably between you as though neither felt any urgency to fill it.

"Sounds like a self control problem," you said, tilting your head slightly.

Something shifted in his expression then—not enough to call it a smile, but enough to suggest he was fighting one—as he held your gaze for another second before exhaling through his nose.

"An interesting theory," he replied, his voice calm despite the challenge in yours, "although I suspect you're considerably more interested in testing it than proving it."

"That's a bold assumption, Dr."

"Not really," he said, the amusement in his eyes becoming impossible to miss now. "You've spent hours waiting for me to notice, and I think we're both aware that strategy has been remarkably successful."

He remained where he was, making no move to close the distance between you. His gaze drifted over you with quiet deliberation before returning to your face, as if he were perfectly aware of the effect the silence was having and had decided not to rescue you from it.

The delay was becoming unbearable.

"Zayne..."

His name left your lips softer than intended.

"Patience," he said, the word low and unhurried. "It's an important skill."

You let out a breath that sounded suspiciously like frustration.

"I don't think you're being very fair."

"No," he agreed easily, "probably not."

Only then did he move.

His hand rose between you, the backs of his fingers brushing lightly along your collarbone as he reached for the edge of your sweater. The gesture was unhurried, almost absentminded in its precision, and somehow that made it worse.

With a small tug, he eased the fabric farther down your arms until it gathered at your elbows, leaving you to glare at him while he regarded the result with entirely too much satisfaction.

You were left standing in just your lingerie.

And he didn't try to take it off. He never did.

"You always leave it on," you managed to say, voice trembling.

A faint smile touched his mouth

"Why would I remove something that suits you so well?" Zayne’s fingers hooked under the top edge of the lace bra cup, pulling the fabric down until the tight elastic lodged beneath your breasts, baring your already hard nipples to the cool air of the room.

Before you could think of a response, he lifted you onto the counter with effortless ease. The cold surface contrasted sharply with the warmth that had settled beneath your skin, drawing a quiet gasp from you as you steadied yourself against the edge.

He stepped between your knees, his hand sliding down your stomach, passing the sensitive dip of your navel until his fingers met the barrier of your panties. He looked down at how the blue lace stretched over your mound, already darkening with a damp patch from your arousal.

With a firm tug he pulled them entirely to the side, wedging the fabric sharply against your hip, completely exposing your glistening slit.

His fingers instantly found your drenched core and he slid two fingers inside you without warning, stretching you open, his thumb pressing firmly on your engorged clit.

You cried out and he watched your face, reading the flush on your cheeks, the way your eyes rolled back, treating your pleasure with the absolute focus of a man obsessed with every detail of your anatomy.

"Eyes on me"

You forced your eyes open, blinking through tears of friction and pleasure. He was towering over you, still fully dressed and looking impossibly neat save for a slightly askew tie. Meanwhile, you were almost naked on the cold counter, breasts spilling over blue lace.

​He let go of your underwear to undo his belt and unzip his trousers, freeing and stroking his thick, fully erect cock, which throbbed with a heavy vein against his stomach.

There was no wasted movement. He slid his fingers out of you to grip the side of your underwear again, ensuring the fabric was cleared entirely from his path.

"Hold onto me"

You wrapped your legs tightly around him, your hands gripping the back of his neck. Zayne guided his tip to your dripping hole and slowly buried his dick inside you.

The fullness was overwhelming. You gasped, your mouth opening against his shoulder as he began to move. He gripped your hips, his thumbs digging into your skin to hold you still against the counter as he slammed into you. His pace was relentless—deep strokes that bottomed out against your cervix, the wet, slapping sound of his skin hitting yours filling the space between you.

"Zayne, oh god, faster —"

"No. You wanted to disrupt my schedule, now we're doing this my way."

"S' too deep, baby "

"It's exactly where I belong, you were made to be stretched out like this." his eyes dropped to the junction where your bodies met and reached down with one hand, his cool fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, pulling them even tighter against your hip, still refusing to take them off. "You're soaking your pretty-fuck- pretty panties with your own mess."

""I don't care....harder..."

"You're so needy. If I go any harder, sweetheart, you're going to break."

"Break me," you begged, completely undone, your hips beginning to match his rhythm.

The submission in your voice almost had him coming on the spot.

"I'm—I'm close, I'm —"

"Hold it," his eyes were completely black, blown out with lust "Say my name, tell me who is filling you up."

"Zayne... Zayne, Zay....!"

That sudden, tight squeeze of you coming around him was exactly what he needed. He let out a rough sound against your neck—losing all his usual control—and on the last stroke, he buried himself so deep your hips slammed together.

A few minutes later he pulled out of you with a soft, wet sound. By the time he fastened his belt, his breathing had already begun to settle, the brief loss of control disappearing behind the calm exterior he wore so effortlessly.

Your bra was still pulled down beneath your breasts, your panties were still hooked tightly over your hip and something quietly satisfied flickered across his expression.

"Don't take it off yet," the words were delivered with the same measured certainty he used when he already expected to be obeyed. "I want to look at you exactly like this while I finish my coffee. You can clean yourself up when I'm done."

"Zayne-fuck" Your nails were digging into his thigh to steady yourself, other hand wrapped around his hand that was steadying you against the dresser that shifted and groaned with every punishing thrust of Zayne's hips against yours "Plea-please slow down"

Your request fell on deaf ears, Zayne's fingers moving lower as he pulled on your clit, making you gasp before he lifted one of your legs onto the dresser and pushed your face even closer to the mirror "I'm waiting, sweetheart"

His words were a far cry from his condescending tone; one he would never have been using on you if not for the fact that your behavior had upset him so. The result of which had been him stripping you of all your clothes and pinning you in front of the first mirror he saw.

"Zayne!" You cried, steadying yourself with a hand on the flat surface as you went on your tiptoe, trying to give your other knee some relief from having to support both you and your stubborn fiancé's weight "You've made your point-!"

"Hardly" His face was right beside yours, staring at you in the mirror with a twisted sort of satisfaction as he saw the tears springing in your eyes "If you don't want to be stuck here all night, you better start talking, darling"

With Zayne's curved tip hitting your sweet spot so deliciously and perfect, you could hardly hear him over the ringing in your ears, let alone form a single, coherent thought to piece together what he was asking of you "I-" You gulped, eyes closing off their own accord as your head rested against his shoulder "I-I can't!"

For a long moment, nothing changed before his hand lowered from your jaw to your bare breasts, palming the entire globe in his hand roughly, his thrusts slowing down till he stopped completely, your eyes snapping open when he pulled at your nipple while his vicious voice whispered in your ear "Yes, you fucking can. Because I will never stand for hearing such nonsense from you again"

To hear your ever calm and ever composed fiancé curse like this was a true testament to how badly you'd angered him "Zayne-" You tried to turn to look at him, but he wasn't having it, preventing any movements.

"Repeat after me" His long fingers abandoned your clit and found your jaw again, turning you towards the mirror "I am beautiful-" When you hesitated, his other hand reared back and slapped your tit, the sting lingering as your mouth fell open "Say it" He gritted out.

"I'm beautiful" Your voice was small and barely audible, neither of which Zayne would accept as he moved along, heat rising to your cheeks in mortification, making you feel uncomfortable in your own skin.

"So beautiful that my fiancé doesn't know what he did to deserve me"

Your body was burning in embarrassment but as Zayne's hand came down on your breast again, you scramble to get the words out "So beautiful that my fiancé doesn't know what he did to deserve me!"

"Keep your eyes open" Zayne murmurs, other hand also finding your neglected breast as he starts roughly massaging them between his palms "I am a capable, accomplished woman"

Your eyes find Zayne's in the mirror but he's already looking at you, determined and single-minded in what he set out to accomplish. Gulping, you repeat his words back to him.

"And my soon-to-be husband's feats fall short of mine"

You try to turn to protest but Zayne tsks, not letting you look away for a single moment as your agitation flares at the surface "And my soon-to-be-husband's feats fall short of mine"

"I am wholly deserving-" Zayne pulls out completely and finally thrusts back into you, making you moan loud and wanton as he goes on "-of every good thing in this universe"

"Iamwhollydeservingofeverygoodthinginthisuniverse" You're pushing your hips back against him to urge him to move, catching Zayne's smirk in the mirror, his lips descending against the jaw that still has his fingerprints marked deep into them.

"Including- no, especially my husband"

The initial embarrassment of having to repeat these words back to yourself has washed away and amusement replaces it as you raise your eyebrows at his usage of the word husband.

"Especially my boyfrien-" Zayne doesn't let you finish, squeezing your ass and pushing you further over the surface of the vanity "Zayne!"

"I am a Goddess" He goes on, murmuring into your skin, his breath hot against your nape as you watch his midnight mop of hair trailing kisses down your neck "who my husband worships"

Watching your flushed skin, your fiancé husband wrapped around you on all sides, with your faces so close to the mirror that you were about to collide with it, you feel yourself warm from the inside out. You don't notice any of the insecurities that had plagued you all night, that had made you feel small next to Zayne at your own engagement party, that had made you feel like you were suffocating, had made you question whether Zayne had made the correct decision for himself or not.

"I am a Goddess" You're repeating to yourself in the mirror, no longer ashamed to hold eye contact with yourself, not with this man worshipping you like it came to him as easily as breathing "who my husband worships"

Zayne's smile is prominent in the way he kisses your shoulder, his thrusts resuming with a newfound vengeance as you go on without his prompting, turning your face over your shoulder to look at the man you loved "I am cherished" You tell him and you can see the light in his eyes, the happiness circling his irises "I am loved" His lips find yours, kissing you so hard, the sides of your faces do end up colliding with the mirror but you're undeterred, your fingers finding a home in his dark tresses and pulling him impossibly closer.

"And I'm strong enough to be able to love you"

Zayne groans, his grip on your hip punishing as he thrusts against you at an animalistic pace, holding you upright, whispering praise against your skin- so beautiful, unreal, can't believe you're mine, you're so perfect, made for me, mine, all mine, my wife, my wife, my wife.

When you finally fall apart for him, he's watching you. The way your skin is glowing, the bruised skin, how you're milking him from everything he's worth with the way your pussy is convulsing around him, making him shoot his load into you with a defeated groan. Zayne could not even begin to comprehend that you believed you were meant for anyone but him.

As if reading his thoughts, with your head resting against his chest where he was holding you steady against him, you look at him in the mirror again. You had one final affirmation to say. One that you'd believe your entire life "There will never be anyone else for me"

“Mmhp—! Hnng. .” You loudly moan into the pillow, uselessly scratching at the soft yet slightly wet fabric.

Cock buried deep in your pussy, he rolls his hips— stirring up your cum coated walls with an obscure and nasty squelchhh. In response, his thick cum pools around his thick shaft. . his seed slowly drips onto the dirtied sheets. You let out an exhausted moan into the pillow, squealing loudly when Caleb pulls out until only the bulbous tip of his cock was plugged into your messy hole before slamming his hips into yours, with a pwap plap, causing your walls to quiver around his dick. . gushing out even more of his cum. 

“Nngh sh- shitt, babe! S- so noisy. .” Caleb heavily pants out, teeth biting at his swollen bottom lip, drawing crimson liquid from the flesh. 

“B- baby! Y- you’re soo —hnng. . wet” He hiccups, pausing his motion of rolling his hips against yours, opting to switch to thrusting deep and hard into your gushing cunt.

While you’re exhausted and purely cock drunk, Caleb, somehow, has enough pleasure to pound you into the bed— perhaps it was the godly sight in front of him that spurred him further on. Scattered along your neck, collarbone, and back are purplish red bite marks littered on your flesh. . deliciously pretty. Every time he slams into you, your plump ass jiggles and bounces with the toe curling thrust— there’s a mixture of sweat and dried cum on the flesh. 

You squirm and thrash, weakly attempting to escape from the mind numbing pleasure that’s being fed to your body. The grip on your hips quickly becomes mean and bruising, it’s obvious Caleb isn’t going to let you easily escape from him. You drool into the pillow, tears spilling from your watery eyes. 

One of the hands on your hips shakily grab at your hair, gently yet firmly pulling you from the tear shaken pillow— forcing your body into a difficult arch that lets Caleb abuse your sweet spots even better.

“Do- don’t try to —ohhhfuck. . t- to squirm from me!” Caleb grunts out, releasing your hair, letting you slump back onto the bed before his hips grab at your hips tightly. 

Your eyes go wide, that knot in your belly snapping, pussy gushing around his cock for the nth time. The feeling of overstimulation is familiar, your body trembling against the bed— sobbing into the fabric when Caleb’s full balls slap harshly at your engorged clit, causing jets of cum to squirt from your cunt. 

“F- fuckkk. . Yo- you’re squeezingme sooo tight—! Nnghfuck. . baby!” He chokes on a moan, fingers digging deeper into your plump hips, surely leaving purple marks behind, tugging you to meet his thrust halfway.

“L- leb’ haaah-! Sl- slow!” You squeal, voice muffled by the cloth.

The wet plap and fwopping sounds of Caleb’s skin meeting yours in deafening, mingling with the nasty squelch and slosh of your velvety walls stretching perfectly around his dick. Submitting to desire, a hand grabs at the globs of fat of your ass— fondling and greedily groping at the soft flesh that spills between his fingers. 

“Haah. .? W- what was that, baby —nngh!” Caleb groans out, pinching at your ass.

“Wa- want me to —ngh shit. . s- slow down? N- no. Yo- you’ve. been. teasing. me. all. fucking. day—!” He breathes out between loud moans and whimpers, each word followed by a delicious thrust that makes tingles course through your spine. . the creaking sound of the bed giving way slowly intensifies.

“Y- you’re gonna break —ohmygod. . t- the bed!” You attempt to reason, that doesn’t stop you from squeezing tightly around him as you buck your hips to feel him push in deeper into your pussy. 

Your words seem to go into one ear, exiting out the other. It’s like Caleb hasn’t really processed your words, mindlessly fucking his overstimulated cock erotically into your sloppy cunt. 

“G- gotta t- teach you a lesson. . hnng-!” Caleb hiccups, hands lifting in the air before landing on your asscheek, eliciting a delighted squeal. 

It’s louder and clear now— the sounds of the bed shaking, the faint cracks of the wooden frame giving way. Completely cock drunk, you struggle to push your ass back against Caleb, desperate to feel his cock burying itself deeper and deeper into your gooey walls until you're full of his thick cum. Another painful smack has you drooling and whimpering into the pillow, the dim pain melting into overwhelming pleasure.

“Haah. . Y’knew h- he was —holyshit. . fl- flirting with you, baby!” He whimpers out loudly, groaning when your walls spasm around his length when he brushes against your sweet spot.

Another loud smack, your poor asscheek is already beginning to turn a pretty shade of red— you’re loving every second. That familiar knot in your lower belly is getting tighter and tighter, you are soo close to cumming again. 

“Hnng—! P- please. . d- don’t stoppp!” You mewl, gasping in ecstasy when he pistons his hips to ensure he pounds into your sweet spot. 

You can tell he’s close too— the way his grip on your hips and ass tightens painfully, his thrust sloppily, cock throbbing and bobbing deep in your pussy, his moans and whines getting louder. You let out an open mouth scream into the pillow, cumming for the nth time around his cock, the ring of cum smearing onto his pelvis and the skin of your ass. Caleb whimpers your name loudly, pushing his hips flushed against yours, balls pressed against your puffy clit, cock spurting a copious amount of cum into your cunt, the excess dripping out of your stuffed pussy.  

“Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyoui—“ Caleb babbles dumbly, rolling his hips against yours, the wet slosh of him burying his seed deeper into your pussy. 

He slowly pulls out with a wet pop, silently watching his cum pour out from your messy cunt. Caleb drags his cock through your swollen folds, back and forth, pressing himself back into your cunt with a wet squelchh. A weak attempt, you try to squirm and thrash from his grip but he keeps you still, hips smashing into yours. 

Not a single drop of regret bubbles in you— getting your boyfriend jealous might be your favorite occupation, especially when he’ll fuck you stupid and spank you until your ass is a pretty shade of red in response. 

⭑.RAFAYEL

Perhaps having Rafayel as a boyfriend has made a certain playful side of yourself develop—  you’ve been teasing him all week in numerous ways, knowingly riling up your poor boyfriend. Sitting on his lap randomly, grinding your ass against his crotch early in the morning, bending over to pick up something you accidentally dropped. It was inevitable, he’d eventually submit to his own desires.

He is in heaven— the feeling of plump, squishy thighs pressed firmly against the sides of his head, the scent of you is much more intense, and your sweet cunt for him to mindlessly lap at. So what if he easily fell for your little trap? How could he possibly care when he’d end up trapped between your thighs? Rafayel is nasty messy, dragging his tongue through your slickened folds— the noisy sound of his lips wrapping around your puffy clit, the wet squelch of his tongue dipping into your gummy entrance, and the muffled sounds of your boyfriend moaning into your pussy.

Each time Rafayel drags his tongue along your syrupy slit, perfect nose pressed into your clit— you’d buck, tremble, and hump his face weakly. . smearing your sticky juices all over his face. And every time you’d unconsciously press your pussy harder into his face, he’d let out a shameless moan into your core, the delicious vibrations coursing through your body. . making you moan even louder. Ooh fuck, and the way you’d let out a deafening squeal when he thrusts his tongue in and out of your velvety walls— your fingers darting to firmly grab at the purple strands of his hair, carding through his hair and occasionally tugging on it.

“Mmhp— ohhhfuck! Hung. . r- rafyie” you mewl out softly, voice hoarse and broken from how much moans and whimpers that Rafayel has ripped from you, you weakly roll your hips to grind your overstimulated pussy on his face. 

This is the first time you’ve ever heard your boyfriend soo quiet before, minus all the moaning and whining he’s unbashfully letting out into your swollen pussy, finally not babbling out praise and worship for you. However, that’s just because he’s proving his love in another way— keeping his mouth busy with lapping, sucking, slurping until you can’t help but cum into his mouth. Rafael slowly drags his thick tongue through your sopping folds, up and down in a dizzying manner, his nose pressing against your swollen clit. . lewdly inhaling your addictive scent that surrounded him.

The pressure on your clit has you crying out his name loudly, squirming lightly. Each time Rafayel glides his tongue through your syrupy pussy, your folds part, giving him the chance to taste the arousal that leaks from your messy hole. The grip on your hips tightens, a finger tapping on your plush flesh twice— you lift your hips up enough room for him to breath. 

“Haah. . ohmygod, my pearl” Rafayel breathes out between ragged pants, his warm breath fanning onto your spit and arousal covered clit.

“You taste sooo de- delicous, cutie. .” He says quietly, kissing at your puffy clit tenderly— chuckling softly when the bud throbs against his lips. 

Rafayel tugs you back down onto his face, fingers tightly digging into your plump hips. . forcing you to roll your hips, grinding your heat on his face. He glides his tongue through your folds two times, back and forth back and forth, before he plunges his tongue into your quivering hole— summoning a loud whine of pleasure. The feeling of his tongue dragging along your velvety walls has your toes curling, eyes rolling back, and a whine of Rafayel being ripped from you.

“Hnng-! I-I can’t —nghhh. . can't take anymore. .” You babble out, squirming and writhing, though to no avail.

He tilts his head upwards, lips engulfing your puffy clit— sucking harshly until he feels your hips jolt. Greedily, one of his hands grabs at your ass chick while the other one stays glued firmly to your hips. Rafayel plays with the supple flesh, squeezing and fondling at the globs of fat on your ass— giving it a soft smack. 

“Haah-! Nnghfuck. . t- too much. . raf’!” You sob loudly, tears clinging in the corner of your eyes.

The feeling of overstimulation has you whimpering and trembling helplessly,  but Rafayel can’t stop— he needs to coax out more and more of your delicious juices. Oh, he’s hooked on you. He’s basking in your reactions; every single time your moans become high pitched, he’d peer up from between your thighs.

“Mmhp—! Fu- fuck. . feels too Ra- Rafie! Wanna. .—nghh, cuum” you slur out dumbly between whines, squealing when he spanks to the flesh of your ass.

That knot in your stomach is getting tighter with every passing second, you are trembling violently now. Rafayel’s tongue delves through your sopping folds— tongue tracing through your creamy slit, driving you closer and closer to your impending orgasm. Maybe the lightheadedness, from the lack of oxygen and drunk off your taste and scent, finally got to your boyfriend’s head— perhaps that’s the only explanation of his cock throbbing violently in need.

Rafayel is widely bucking his hips into the air, fucking into nothing— caught between the option of eating you out until his jaw aches or giving into the need. . ultimately choosing to worship his girlfriend. The moment he suckles onto your clit, tongue smoothing the swollen flesh. . you’re letting out a loud sob, tears dripping down your cheek. You wail loudly, cumming around nothing, shakily rolling your hips as you ride out your orgasm.

“Haah—! Fu- fuck me. .” you sigh out softly, shakily lifting yourself off his face.

There’s thin strings of arousal connected between your pussy and his face, his face covered in your juices and arousal. Messy and nasty. 

“Haah. . yo- you taste soo good” Rafayel pants, it’s quite obvious he’s just as drunk as you are— pussy drunk. 

“—Need more. .” He murmurs out, gently spanking the warm flesh of your ass, dragging you onto his face again with the personality of man that intends to make you jelly boned and sobbing in ecstasy.

⭑.XAVIER

You are a complete, hot mess— fat tears clinging from the corner of your eyes, loudly whimpering and whining from the overwhelming pleasure, weakly and helplessly clawing at the soft fabric of a pillow before you. Eyes burning with hunger and need gazes at your body; skin covered in a slight sheen of sweat from the heat and ecstasy. . glistening in the dimmed lights to cast a pretty shining effect on your gorgeous body, scattered along the flesh of your neck and back are purple and red hickey marks from Xavier’s hungry mouth. 

If it wasn’t for the calloused hands, greedily grabbing at your plus hips with a firm grip, dragging you to meet Xavier’s rough thrusts halfway. .you would have already collapsed on the bed from the sheer exhaustion. You’re completely drunk from that additive feeling of intense pleasure, with each orgasm ripped from your body, the pleasure bleeds into overstimulation yet you still beg for more— perhaps this is what it meant to be cockdrunk. You are tumbling violently like a small leaf, you can barely hold your loud whines and tears every time his cock drags perfectly along your velvety walls. . easily pounding into your sweet spots.

The apartment room is deafening, surely the lewd harmony you both are creating can be heard perfectly. Each time Xavier gives you a frantic and rough thrust, his slender cock pushing deep into your gooey walls, an obscure squealchh and sloshing sound of your sopping cunt would fill the room along with the sounds of slick skin slapping against each other loudly. 

“Haaah—! O-ohfuckk. . f- feels sooo good” you mewl loudly, there’s a subtle burning sensation on your arms that’s planted on the bed, it must be from you trying to hold yourself up for soo long. 

“Nngh. . X- xavie!” You cry out his name loudly, earning yourself a pleased groan from your boyfriend. 

A noisy sob is ripped from your swollen lips when one of Xavier’s hands drags along the skin of your back to grab at your plump ass— needy fondling, squeezing, and smacking at the flesh until it turns to a pretty shade of red. In his eyes, he’s leaving his own mark on your delicious body. . just like what you did to his neck, except he’s worse and meaner. 

“Mmph haah. . yo- you knew he was —fuck. . staring a- at you. .” Xavier breathes out between ragged moans and grunts, hips noisily slamming into yours, the red, globs of fat jiggling from the impact. 

“We- were you tr- tryna’ . . nghfuuck so tight— make m- me jealous, darling?” Somehow, his thrusts become inhumanly and mercilessly fast. . causing a silent scream to be ripped from you and your head to become only a mush of thoughts while your white-coated walls quiver around his cock, eliciting a breathless whimper from Xavier. 

Oh godd, the way his cock drags along your sensitive walls has your body trembling from the overstimulation. The mess between your plump thighs is getting everywhere: the bed, the sheets, on your skin, and Xavier’s thighs and abdomen— the mess is starting to become worse and worse, your sloppy hole keeps leaking out a sticky mixture of your juices and his previous orgasms onto the bed below. Another rough spank to your ass has you bucking your hips towards him, weakly fucking yourself on his length. 

“oooh— fuckfuckfuckfuck! Nngh. . X- xavie! I- I. . f- feels amazing!” You squeal out loudly, fat tears dripping down your flushed cheeks— each rough thrust has a pleasurable wave of heat coursing through your body.

The sensitivity seemingly makes your senses sharper than usual. . everything feels more intense— the way Xavier’s slender’s cock throbs and jolts deep inside the warmth of your cunt or the way his balls slap, pwop, at your puffy clit til you’re gushing around his base.  

“I- I’m soo sorry— fuck!” You wail out, lips parting as strings of moans are ripped from you, eyes rolling back with a particular rough thrust. 

His hands cracks against your ass again, the sting melted into delicious and addictive pleasure, you gasp in response. Perhaps you did go overboard with making your dear boyfriend jealous, but getting fucking so good that you become cockdrunk. . you really wouldn’t mind doing it again. Those heavy balls of Xavier’s smacks against your engorged clit, heat pooling to your lower belly. 

“Haaah—! O-oh god. .” You drool, becoming awfully aware of that knot in your lower belly growing tighter and tighter. 

“Mmhp—. . a- and you —fuckkk. .” Xavier barely manages to get words out, groaning softly when you feel you flutter around his cock soo tightly.

“. .pretends l- like he wasn’t st- staring —holyshit, darling. . at y- you” he stutters out, another rough smack on your asscheek, eliciting out a yelp from you.

“X- Xavier—!” You voice is high pitched and deafening as you cry out his name, shamelessly moaning your boyfriend’s name. . there’s no way that man basically eye fucking you couldn’t hear from his room. 

“Hhng nngh—! Y- yes. . yesyesyes, scream out my n- name, starlight” Xavier encourages.

Xavier is so close to cumming; that rude and mean grip on your hip tightens ever so slightly, his thrust becoming sloppy and downright needy for an orgasm, and the way he’s just pulsing and twitching inside you. 

“C’mon. . s- scream out my name —gonnacum. . wa- want him to know y- you are all minee” he drools out, hips smacking painfully into yours. 

“X- Xavier —hnng, please!” You squeal, eyes rolling back as velvety walls quiver around his length, creaming around his cock for the nth time— the ring of cum around his base smears onto your skin. 

He lets out a breathless whimper, resting his weight on top of your body. . keeping you trapped against the bed. Xavier’s body is flushed with yours, cock spurting an overwhelming amount of cum into your stuffed pussy. Your eyes roll back, weakly gasping when he presses his hands onto your back, slowly thrusting his sensitive cock into your gushing and creamy pussy.

“X- xavie. . nooo! F- feel’s tooo good. .” You drool into the sheets, unable to make an effort to squirm away from the mind numbing pleasure. 

Even though Xavier is completely dumb from pleasure and overstimulation is biting at his flesh and mind. . he can’t stop— he needs to ensure that man knows you are his. . even if you spend all night fucking like bunnies.

⭑.ZAYNE

Your body feels extremely exhausted, skin sweaty and glistening, skin burning hot to the touch from the delicious heat that’s bloomed between you and your boyfriend. The addictive sensation of your ass cheek throbbing in pain from the countless spanks Zayne gifts to your flesh only serves to further heighten your sensitivity— each cruel swat to the red globs of flesh draws out a whiney whimper from your spit covered lips. Perhaps, acting like a brat towards you boyfriends wasn’t the smartest choice you’ve ever made. .

However; being forced to perch on top of his lap, feeling his hard cock pressing deep into your cunt, while calloused hands tenderly massage and roughly spank at the globs of fat until your flesh was raw and a pretty shade of red wasn’t something you’d object to receiving as punishment. Shakily and weakly, you roll your hip— eyes rolling back when you feel Zayne’s thick cock brush perfectly against your g-spot, whimpering when your puffy clit catches at the rough fabric of his pants. 

“Haah—. . ohmygod. Za- Zaynie!” You whine out his name in such a sweet voice, gasping erotically when he grabs at your sore ass cheek, firmly squeezing on the raw flesh while helping you bounce on his twitching cock. 

It’s a mess, tears clinging onto your lashes, drool seeping from your parted lips as you pant out warm air, mind set on one thing. . to finally cum after being edged for soo long. You quickly bury your fingers into Zayne’s shirt, bunching the fabric up between your fingers. . using it as leverage.

“Hnng—! C- can’t take it anymore. . b- baby!” You whimper out, trembling lightly in his arms.

Each time Zayne slams you back onto his lap, you swear, his cock reaches soo deep into your sopping cunt— forcing your pussy to make the nastiest and obscurest squelching sound. The wet squealchh and sloshing of sound of his dick reaching deep into your gooey walls can be heard from outside the closed room, along with the wet plap of skin meeting each other. 

“Nghh. . oooh, p- please, Zayne! N- needa’a cumm. . sooo badly. .” You beg in a whiney tone, sobbing when his cock massages your velvety walls perfectly. 

There’s a subtle burning sensation in your thighs from overexerting yourself, yet, you just can’t stop. . you really need to cum. Zayne groans out softly when he feels your walls spasm and flutter around his cock, dragging out a delightful moan of your name. 

“Z- Zayne. . c- can, anymore—“ you mewl, words barely making sense anymore. 

You are so close to cumming, that knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter than expected, the way your gooey walls spasm around his throbbing cock is enough to tell. Zayne huffs out between moans and groans, one of his hands on your plump hips dragging up your back— tugging you to be fleshed against his chest, fucking up into your messy cunt. 

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease—! Wanna cum soo. . — Haah, need’a cum, please za- zaynie!” You babble out pathetically, burying your head into his neck— lips sucking at his flesh until a pretty bruise blooms at his skin.

You let out a loud cry when you feel Zayne’s hands gently smack against your ass cheek, a loud fwop, a silent reminder that he’s treating this like a punishment. You whimper softly when he fondled your ass cheek, pushing deeper into your sloppy pussy.

“You’ve been acting like a brat. . all. fucking. day. darling” Zayne clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, each word followed by a toe curling thrust that makes a delicious wave of heat course through your body— earning a sob in response.

“You h- have clearly —nngh fuckk. . ha- haven’t learned your lesson, m- my beloved” he groans out between gritted teeth, wrapping his arms around your back to keep you trapped and flushed against him, angling his hips to graze against your g-spot.

“P- please, Zayne! I- I won’t tease you anymore —haah nghh, feels soo good”  you wail out, nuzzling yourself deeper into his neck, lips wrapping around his sensitive skin and sucking pretty bruises and love bites on his flesh— eliciting a breathless groan from your boyfriend. 

He knows you are lying. .

“P- please, j- just let me cum. . baby—“ you gasp out, weakly bucking your hips to meet his sloppy thrusts. 

How could Zayne possibly deny you when you’re pleading so sweetly, tears dripping 

onto his skin, muffled whimpers by his neck, gooey walls slamming around him. His thrusts become hurried and sloppy, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. Oh fuckk, the way his cock drags along your velvety walls has that knot in your stomach tightening and your eyes rolling back. 

“Come on —nghhfuck. . c- cum for me, be- beloved” Zayne manages to breathe out between broken grunts.

One of the hands gripping firmly onto your hips dips between your bodies, finding where your two are connected— skilled fingers pressing and circling your puffy clit until you let out a loud cry. A loud moan is ripped from you as you gush around his cock, tears dripping down your cheeks from how intense your orgasm was, a ring of cum forming around the thick base of Zayne’s cock. 

“Haah—! F- fuk, Zaynie!” You drool, letting out a shaky breath when he buries his cock to the hilt of your cunt.

His cock throbs and twitches deep inside your sopping pussy, ropes of cum shooting into your gooey walls. Zayne grits out your name, slowly bouncing on his cock to help ride out both of your orgasms. You are a trembling mess in his arms, still recovering from your intense orgasm. 

However, Zayne is still bouncing you up and down his dick— overstimulation creeping over your body, you let out a soft whimper from the pleasure. 

“Nghh. . Haah, mhhp. . ‘M se- sensitive” you mewl out, that doesn’t stop you from rolling your hips to gain some of that delightful overstimulation. 

“You’ve been trying to get my a- attention all —fuckk. . day, darling” he mumbles, tilting his head to the side to press a warm kiss to your hair. 

“Surely this isn’t enough to satisfy you. .” Zayne teases, that tone alone is enough for you to know he isn’t done with you just yet. 

⭑.SYLUS

There was something soo enticing and entertaining about teasing your poor, oh so sweet, boyfriend restlessly. Ranging from innocently bending over in front of him wearing a pretty short skirt, gracing him the perfect view of your crimson panties. Purposely leaving the bathroom door wide open for Sylus to see you— naked and beautiful body covered in droplets of warm water, steamy air surrounding you inside the shower. 

You’ve even resorted to indulging him in his desires, plush lips firmly pressed against each other in a steamy kiss— your warm lips lightly peppering against his jaw to his neck. . sucking a pretty mark onto his neck before pulling away with an obvious excuse. Oh godd, you truly can be quite a little minx. It was inevitable; Sylus would eventually submit to his own desires and corner you. . like a predator finally capturing its prey.

“Mmhp. . doing soo —fuckk. . well f’me, kitten” Sylus groans out between rough and ragged groans, voice muffled slightly by the mounds of flesh on your chest pressed against his face— occasionally taking in your perky nipples into his hungry mouth to suckle and lap at the bud until you whimper.

Sylus has a brushing grip on your squishy and plump hips, calloused hands helping you to ride his cock— the loud fwopping sound of his skin meeting yours is loud. His fat cock easily pushes deep in your velvety walls, due to the amount of wetness you’ve produced, with a lewd squealchh. The sticky mixture of both your essence and his cum is smeared everywhere; his lap, abdomen, and your thighs and ass.

Gazing up towards you with hooded eyes and clouded with desire, everything about you was intoxicating to him— fat tears clinging to your eyes lashes and eyes glossy, lips parted as he rips strings of moans from your swollen lips, and the way your gooey walls squeezes around his cock. . it makes him feel dizzy from the pleasure. You tremble in his hands intensely, barely letting out coherent sentences besides his name over and over. Sylus is soo big; buried deep in your sopping pussy, stretching your walls out perfectly, twitching and throbbing inside your cunt— it has your body burning in ecstasy and creaming around his thick base with a loud squeal.  

Your thighs are beginning to have this slight uncomfortable burning sensation from spending such a long period of time being fucked dumb on Sylus’s cock, the pleasure has officially rendered you cock drunk.

“Hang mmhp—! I- I. . ca- can’t! t- too tired. . nghh!” You mewl out in a whiney voice, panting and breathing heavy from the heat.

Before you can even attempt to finish up your sentence, he’s bucking his hips to push deeper into your gushing cunt, pressing into your poor g-spot. That deep, unforging thrust he does has your eyes rolling back, and whimpering out your boyfriend’s name loudly. One of Sylus’s arms wraps around your back, pulling you closer to push your boobs closer to his face— he lets out a delighted groan into your perky nipples as he drags his tongue against the bud, drawing out a gasp from you.

“Y- you enjoy teasing —ohfuckk, so tight. . me, sweetheart?” He grunts out against your chest, engulfing both of your nipples into his hungry and insatiable mouth before sucking harshly, eliciting out a broken moan from you.

The only response he gains is an unapologetic and teasing giggle from you, it quickly melts into a loud and surprised moan when his hand on your hip swiftly cracks at your ass. Sylus swiftly spanks at the same cheek twice, summoning a loud moan, more tears brimming in the corner of your eyes. It shouldn’t excite you, but it does, the sticky cream that gushes from your cunt and forms around the base of his dick is enough evidence. 

Perhaps it’s the overstimulation that’s making you act so giddy and incoherent— besides, it’s not like Sylus’s tone carries any hostility, in fact, it seems he’s teasing you back. 

“Haaah—! Ohmyfucking. . godd, s- sy!” You wail out, velvety walls squeezing around his cock like a vice, that knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. 

“Mmhp nngh! I- I don’t know wh- what you're talking about, ho- honey!” You coo out softly, feigning innocence, whining out when his hands roughly massaged the reddened globs of flesh.

Another loud smack, your poor asscheek is already beginning to turn a pretty shade of red— you’re just in love.

“D- don’t fucking. . —nngh” Sylus starts, interrupting himself by lewdly slurping at your poor nipples, even gently nibbling at the flesh, electing a squeal from you.

Smack

“— act. . innocent with me, sweetie” he purrs out, miraculously speeding up his brutal pace when he feels our gooey walls quivering and flutter around his cock uncontrollably.

Smack. Smack.

You let out a loud wail, the little bossy word you wished to say dies at the tip of your tongue. At this point, there will be red marks on your poor ass cheek and a pretty bruise on your hips, serving as a sweet and lovely reminder of tonight.

“Oooooh. .  fuck! fuckfuckfuck. .” You gasp out loudly, scratching at his chest weakly, leaving only red marks on his skin— earning yourself a raspy chuckle from your boyfriend.

“Nngh—! C- can’t cum. . not again—!” You wail out, trembling violently in his arms. 

“Yes you can, kitten” Sylus murmurs against your swollen boobs, angling his hips slightly.

You drool, screaming out his name, eyes rolling back and toes curling— cumming around his thick cock for the nth time, sobbing when his hands spanks at your flesh again. You whimper, crying out his name when he stills fucking up into your messy cunt. You go limp in his arms, thighs trembling lightly.

“C’mon, sweetie. . — haah. . you’ve had your fun alll dayy” he draws out his words, pressing a soft kiss to the front of your neck, a complete contrast from how meanly thrusting up into your overstimulated pussy.

“Isn’t it fair I have mine. .?” Sylus teases lightly, fingers massaging at your red ass.

# All work belongs to only ME, jadestone2. Translating, plagiarism, copying, posting on another website, claiming as your work will NOT be tolerated, instant block⭑.ᐟ

⭑.[ AUTHOR NOTE ] Tehe. . betta weren’t expecting mommy to finally post hmm<33 but it did, mwah! Anywhores, I'm so so so rlly sorry for being absent, a lil summery, i did gain a leg injury and have already 2 weeks in the boot + i have to do another 2 weeks on ankle braces. . But I decided my babies deserve a long gift, I made to make sure I put my life in my writing<33 btw, if u say there’s obvious bias in how I wrote the characters, mommy is blocking you 4ever, tehe. I rlly love my new theme, I still have to change the whole blog but it’ll happen soon!

you hear zayne heave an irritated sigh, never at you, before he's stilling. a whine leaves you before you can register and he chuckles against the skin of your shoulder.

"i know darling, i know." zayne nuzzles into the back of your neck as he adjusts your body how he wants. pliant, you let him, a pillow is placed under your chest to lift your top half up, your chest heaving with effort as you grab onto another to pull in front of you.

he spreads your legs wider and slots himself right up against you, hips snug against your ass. the position pushes him deeper, cock pushing against that spot that makes you see stars.

his hands slide up down your back, blunt fingernails barely scratching along your spine before they curve around your hips into the cusp of your hip and thigh. his hips start up again, picking up right where he left off and moving quickly.

"like this, okay? just—" his thighs keep you spread as he works, your own locking onto his for stability. "just stay-" hands move themselves further before his fingers dig into your thighs, forcing you still in a tight lock.

"stay still."

he moans out, watching the ripple of your ass against him as he fucks into you. head thrown back, moans and babbles leave your raw lips. he was basically using you as a fuck toy right now, strong hands and thighs keeping you locked in and unmoving.

"h-harder zaynie, pleasepleaseplease—" arching your back as best as you can, you tilt your head to get a look at him. his eyes were half lidded and focused on you, pupils blown out and a pretty flush from his ears to his neck.

"harder!"

a huff left him at your whining but he does exactly that. the harsh smack! of his hips against you leaves you whimpering. your ass stings, raw and bruised from where he had slapped earlier. his balls were slamming so hard against your clit, a deep fwapfwap resonated off of the wet skin.

with nowhere to go you're left at his mercy, back arched and pussy aching. sweat drips down his chest leaving streaks down the marks on his pale skin. the squelching gets louder somehow, obscenely wet and sticky.

zayne tilts his head, eyes narrowing onto where your bodies combine. a frothy white ring has formed around his cock, both of your previous orgasms spilling out. a deep groan leaves his lips at the sight, his balls tighten as he watches the creamy mess stain your skin, every thrust he does creates thick white lines that stick from his skin to yours.

"you've made quite-nghh, a mess of me darling."

zayne tilts your hips higher, fucking hard into you with a new fervor, quiet moans leaving him. arms giving out, you fall forward, an arm reaching back to grab at him the best you can. finding a grip onto his thigh, your nails dig into the skin there, unsure if you want to slow him down or not.

"that's all right, i will clean you up later." cool air reaches skin and you realize he must have licked you. feeling zayne's heavy weight against your back has your stomach tightening, oversensitive and neglected clit twitching eratically.

no doubt you'd have bruises from where his hips have been hitting all night and where his hands were holding you so tight. the delicious burn brings you closer to the edge, nails leaving scratches on his thigh before your hand comes back up.

completely letting go your body falls forward, unable to even try and keep yourself up. zayne's breath was hot against your neck, hair stuck to the slick skin. his lips mouth at your shoulder, tongue peeking out to taste the salty skin.

you're stuffed so full all you can think about is zayne, zayne, zayne. his tip abuses your cervix, pushing hard against it in a way that makes it feel like he's in your throat.

body stiffening, your orgasm rains down on you, a scream of his name ripping through your throat and eyes rolling back. ears ringing you can barely make out the whimper zayne lets out as his own orgasm follows, hips still working as he pumps load after load inside your abused pussy.

thighs shaking, you slowly come down from your high, zayne's hands emitting a light frost as he massages the sore muscles of your thighs. you can feel his cum dripping out, leaking down the front of your pussy and down his balls.

a whimper leaves you as he slowly slides out, a lewd pop sounding out once his cock is out. your pussy clenches around nothing, cum drooling out of your puffy lips.

"shh, zaynie's here. i'll take care of you."

you feel a cool stream of air against your pussy before zayne's heated tongue licks a heavy stripe up your lips. your body jolts, hips trying to twitch away from the burning sensitivity but it feels too good. "z-zayne…" you whine out, hand reaching down to grab his.

he intertwines your fingers, thumb rubbing soothing circles as his tongue matches the pace. the wet smacks of his lips against you causes heat to stir up again, hips grinding lightly against him. zayne's other hand spreads your ass cheek open for more room, lips sucking harshly against your clit.