dress up – snowcrow x reader pt. 1
— genre: smut, porn without plot
— warnings: not proofread, mdni, explicit sexual content, no use of y/n, unprotected sex, ass biting and spanking, reverse cowgirl, mirror sex, d/s dynamics, overstimulation, squirting, rough sex, multiple orgasms, cum play, voyeurism, exhibitionism, zayne spanks your cunt too, sylus is a very good boy
sylus and zayne loves spoiling you with absolutely anything you wish for. but their favorite of all is when they buy clothes for you—from custom dresses, to clothing you randomly saw online.
they take great pleasure in watching you try it on for them at home. playing dress up with you twirling around and showing off each piece like their pretty little doll.
sitting at the foot of the bed, zayne pulls you close between his thighs, standing with your back positioned perfectly for him to pepper with kisses.
“he bought you all this?” he asked, fingertips tracing your spine as he gazed at you through the full length mirror before you.
you nod at him, biting your lip, instinctively leaning your back against him.
you were just trying on new lingerie that sylus had bought. in colors and styles that drive zayne wild.
zayne’s hands began to move eagerly across your skin—so warm and big—making your head spin.
“do you like it?” you asked, and he responded with a sharp bite on your ass, a hand flicking one of the straps of your lacy bra. the delicious sting making you whimper, your cunt throbbing with need.
you pressed closer to him, your hands resting on his knees for support, but zayne held you firmly, stopping your movements at once.
you let out a soft whimper, trying to push your ass to his face again, and zayne clicked his tongue in disapproval.
he parted your cheeks, your arousal soaking through your panties—zayne regarded it with the scrutiny of a doctor examining a patient. it’s almost humiliating, you began to straighten up, but his hold on you remained firm.
he traced his thumb against the wetness of your cunt through the fabric, pausing at your clit—he pressed hard, then circled it with agonizing slowness.
you tried to turn to him, your fingers reaching out to tangle in his hair. but just as you were about to pull his head closer, a hand struck your cunt, causing you to yelp, knees buckling in shock.
he spoke in a steady tone, expressing his disappointment at how you had already ruined sylus’ gift for you, his voice so soft, it almost sounded like he’s talking directly to your cunt.
he ordered you to lie on your stomach across his thighs, gave you spankings to both your ass and cunt, teasing your clit, fingers grazing your wet cunt but never fully inserting them inside you.
you’re a whimpering mess. so needy and pathetic as you came just by being spanked. your cum trickling down your thighs and staining zayne's pants.
you were still shaking as zayne lifted you onto his lap, facing the mirror. you didn't even notice when he had his cock out, precum glistening all over his tip, all you could feel was the intense heat and weight of him as he entered you with a single, hard thrust.
his hand cradled your jaw, directing your gaze to the mirror—so you could see how beautiful you are while he ruins you—his other hand teases your clit, fondles your breasts, pinches your nipples.
when you came for the second time, it was more intense—squirting all over. your moans louder. a mix of fear, humiliation, and excitement rushed through you at the fact that you had just been caught red-handed, by your other lover—sylus, who stood in the doorway, arms crossed, with that familiar smirk plastered on his face.
zayne remained unbothered. he continued to rut into you. faster. harder. all while maintaining eye contact with sylus.
when you attempted to close your legs, zayne simply grabbed them and spread them even wider—he wants to show sylus the mess you made—your hips burning from the strain.
but the ache is so intoxicating, your cunt tightening around zayne's cock as you gaze at sylus—his breaths turning ragged, and the heavy outline on his pants makes your mouth water. you want sylus inside you, too.
sylus finally entered the room—his footsteps lazy, as if he had all the time in the world—not breaking eye contact as he gracefully knelt down before you and zayne.
sylus’ attention shifted to your soaked cunt being roughly pounded—that’s when zayne’s rythm faltered, his thighs trembling as he eased his thrusts into you.
you’re so cute. so pretty when you moan like that. so deliciously ruined. your swollen cunt, and the sight of zayne’s protruding veins made sylus crave nothing more than to eat you out for hours, and fuck you raw while zayne pounds his cock deep in his throat.
sylus made a low, throaty sound, but he did nothing to touch you. he remained on his knees, hands behind his back, gazing at the both of you with a mix of affection and desire.
zayne felt the tension building inside you. he locked eyes with sylus, who simply smirked in response.
the third time you came, you squirted all over sylus’ face. you were convulsing, but zayne held your thighs apart, and continued to rut into you until he reached his own orgasm.
zayne took his cock out of you slowly, and sylus watched as your mixed arousal trickled out of your cunt and onto zayne’s swollen tip.
sylus finally made his move, bringing his head closer to your cunt and zayne’s cock. his gaze soft and filled with an expression that resembled a silent plea.
you looked at zayne, who pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, and nuzzled the top of your head.
your attention turned to sylus as you lifted a hand to caress his hair, while the other slid down to gather cum from your oversensitive cunt—the filthy squelching sounds eliciting groans from your two lovers.
you presented it to them, played with it in your hand for a moment, before guiding your fingers into sylus' mouth, urging him to suck on them and taste you and zayne's shared release.
sylus took it all—licking and sucking each finger, your palm, your wrist—savoring your taste.
and when he's done, sylus—still on his knees with his hands behind his back—looked at you and zayne once more. there’s a soft smile on his face now, not the sly teasing smirk he usually wears.
he bowed his head, slowly, and pressed his lips to your swollen clit. just once. and then turned to zayne's sensitive tip, giving it the same gentle and affectionate care.
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