You were straddling Megumi’s lap, legs on either side of his narrow hips, your arms looped around his neck. The kiss was slow, unhurried—but there was heat in it. Tension winding tight beneath your skin. His hands clutched at your waist, thumbs slipping under the hem of your shirt like he couldn’t decide whether to be patient or greedy.
You shifted against him and felt his breath catch. His cock, already hard beneath his sweats, pressed perfectly between your bodies, and his lips parted with a barely audible sound—somewhere between a sigh and a whimper.
“Baby…” you whispered against his mouth.
His eyes fluttered open. Dark. Hungry. “Don’t move like that,” he murmured, voice strained.
You smiled. “Why not?”
He exhaled hard, gripping your hips tighter. “Because I’ll do something to embarrass myself.”
You blinked. “Like what?”
He hesitated.
His eyes flicked down to your lips. Then lower—your chest, your stomach, between your legs.
Then back up.
And his face burned red.
“I want…” he started, voice quiet. His hands flexed. “Fuck. I want you to sit on my face.”
Your breath caught. Oh.
You hadn’t quite expected it—maybe not from him. Not Megumi. Quiet, brooding, composed Megumi. But his face said it all again: this wasn’t some passing thought. He’d probably been dreaming about this since the last time. Wanted it.
“Say that again?” you asked softly, heart thudding.
He swallowed thickly. “Please. Sit on my face. I need it. I’ve been dreaming about it and—” He cut himself off, groaning in frustration, like he couldn’t believe he was saying this out loud. “I want to feel you on my tongue again, like this. I want to feel you lose it on me.”
Holy. Fuck.
You kissed him—hard, messy, dizzying—and then pulled back just enough to murmur, “Lay down.”
He blinked. “Wait—you’re—”
“You asked.” You bit your lip, tugging your shirt off. “Now shut up and lie back.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Megumi lay flat on the bed, hair mussed, cheeks pink, lips kiss-bitten and wet. You could see his chest rising and falling fast—like he couldn’t believe this was really happening.
You slipped your panties down your thighs and crawled up his body, straddling his chest first, giving him a full view of what he’d been begging for. His eyes widened.
He looked wrecked already.
“You sure?” you asked, hovering just above his face, thighs trembling slightly from nerves.
Megumi’s hands gripped your thighs, tight and anchoring.
“Baby,” he rasped, voice desperate. “Please. I want to drown in you.”
That was all you needed.
You lowered yourself slowly until your heat met his mouth—and the second his tongue touched you, you gasped.
He moaned—moaned—like he’d just been given everything he’d ever wanted.
His hands squeezed your thighs, pulling you down harder as he licked a long, reverent stripe through your folds, tongue flattening against your clit like he needed to taste every inch of you. There was no hesitation. No shyness now.
Just hunger.
He couldn’t stop.
You rocked against his face instinctively, and he groaned again, tongue flicking, then circling your clit with deliberate, aching pressure. His nose rubbed just where you needed it, and his mouth opened wider, like he didn’t care how messy it got.
You looked down and saw his eyes fluttering shut, brows scrunched like he was feeling every moan you gave him right in his chest.
“Fucking hell, Megumi—”
He bucked his hips up into the air, rutting against nothing.
He was getting off on this. Desperately.
You leaned forward, one hand braced on the headboard, the other in his hair, guiding him as you started to roll your hips.
He moaned, eyes opening hazily, dazed and ruined.
“That’s it,” he whispered into your cunt, voice breathless. “Use me.”
Your thighs trembled. The pressure built, fast and overwhelming. His tongue moved quicker now, licking up every drop of your slick as you rode his face with shaky, uncontrolled gasps.
When you came, it was sharp and breathless. You cried out his name, back arched, thighs closing tight around his head as you shook through it.
But Megumi didn’t stop.
He kept licking. Sucking. Groaning into your cunt like he was still starving.
You finally lifted off, panting, and looked down at him.
His lips were wet. His chin slick. His cheeks flushed and hair sweaty.
And his cock?
Hard. Leaking through his sweats.
You leaned down, still catching your breath, and kissed him.
“God,” you whispered against his mouth, tasting yourself on his lips. “You’re dangerous.”
He smirked—smirked—despite the pink across his cheeks.
“You’ve got no idea what I’d let you do to me,” he said hoarsely.
warnings: 18+, smutty, downbad!reader, flirty!reader, downbad!jack, insecure!jack makes a comeback, jack is horny asf!, age gap (reader is 20s/30s u choose), first time making out, heavy petting, dry humping, cumming in pants, etc.
summary: after dating for a little over two weeks, you and jack find yourselves on your couch watching a movie. things get heated.
wc: 2.6k
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only three weeks had passed, and jack had already managed five dates with you.
every date was met with a nerve-racking anxiety that stayed with jack up until the moment he spotted you at whatever place you were meeting at that day. the nerves oftentimes remained all throughout the date. he felt like a teenage boy all over again.
he hadn't been to your apartment just yet, nor had you been to his place. he'd been lucky to get five days off in which he wasn't too exhausted to take you out. for years, he'd frequently used his days off for overtime, volunteer work, or to simply sleep.
since you came into the picture, jack had relocated his leisure time elsewhere, mostly dedicating it to you.
things hadn't gone too far between you yet. he didn't want to disrespect you, wasn't a huge fan of the famous three date rule. not when there was a good two decades between you two. not when he was pushing fifty and your life was barely settling.
he'd let you make the first move, happy that you let him kiss you after every date, that you let him hold your hand and wrap his arms around you.
today you'd decided it was time to take that next step. or at least that's the impression you'd given jack last time you spoke.
you'd kissed him a little heavier, grinning when you suggested he come over for dinner and a movie. the look in your eye told him something, specially when he noticed your eyes going over his body more than a few times throughout the night.
your most recent text also hadn't helped matters. if anything, it made heat rush to his cheeks (and maybe also down below).
looking forward to having u all to myself tonight 💞
he wasn't sure what to make out of that — but, fuck. all to yourself? this situation was completely out of his league, and again, he was unable to process what was to come.
it'd been an embarrassing amount of years since he'd gone further than some goodnight kisses after a date. he was busy, brooding, not in the state of mind for relationships — and he'd just never met the right person after the passing of his wife.
you were a brand new experience to him. he hadn't gone further than first base in a very long time, and the simple thought of you letting him touch you had him sweating bullets.
but even then, he couldn't find it in himself to deny himself of you; of the experience that you were, the amazing company, the beautiful girl.
with a gulp and some barely controlled anxiety, he still made his way over to your place, some pink flowers at hand to show you that he was here as a gentleman. every move past that door would be led by you, and jack would just follow along.
⭒⭒⭒
"oh my god! pink tulips? these are my favorite, jack! god, you're way too sweet," were your first words upon opening the door.
your eyes were shinny as soon as you met his, your smile bright and your usual giggle reaching his ears in a way that instantly calmed him down. you were an immediate breath of fresh air, making him feel lighter with your mere presence.
then he took a look at your appearance.
you'd told jack to come dressed in casual lounge clothes, which he obeyed by throwing on some charcoal sweats and his usual black compression shirt. you, on the other hand, continued to look like a real-life doll even without all the accessories and glitter that usually adorned your person.
you donned some pink sweats, somehow tight enough around the hips that they gave him the perfect view of your silhouette. when you turned around to lead him in, he took note of the bedazzled juicy stamp across your ass — was it meant to attract his eyes towards your ass? cause he didn't need any sort of encouragement for his eyes to land there.
the tiny tank top you wore did amazing things to your breasts. it was somehow even tighter than his own compression shirt (a difficult feat, honestly), holding up your breasts and stomach in a way that practically packaged everything perfectly for his viewing satisfaction.
then it dawned on him the way in which he was shamelessly checking you out. any words that left you past your initial greeting were tuned out in favor of looking you up and down like a piece of meat. he hadn't realized how perverted his thoughts had become when it came to your appearance. but perhaps maybe he should've done some introspection as to why he was always so insecure and nervous whenever it came to meeting up with you.
meanwhile, you were awfully oblivious to the sudden resurgence of his lust (or his insecurity). you'd grabbed onto the flowers with one hand and onto his hand with the other, guiding him past your entrance and into your living room area. this short walk is what had given jack the chance to check you out, but by the end of it, he had to shake those thoughts out of his head.
dinner and a movie. nothing else was necessarily going to happen. he needed to keep himself at bay.
"i'm so happy you're finally here. i hope you like my apartment. you're going to be spending a lot of time here," you giggled lightly once you'd reached your couch.
again, what the hell was he supposed to respond to that?
"yeah? gonna keep me hostage?"
putting the bouquet down on the coffee table, you brought your hands up to his chest (a place they really enjoyed touching, he'd noticed). looking up at him, you smiled, coquetteish.
"what if i do?"
"no complaints here, doll," he chuckled. okay, he was playing it cool.
you hummed, satisfied, before retracting from him and walking over to what he assumed to be the kitchen one door over, "stay here, i'll bring out the food i made!"
excitedly, you left, gesturing at him to take a seat on the couch and leaving him to his own devices for a moment. he took a chance to look around the room, to let his eyes wander and find all the small details that made up what was supposed to be your safe space.
the apartment was pretty small.
the entrance area was only a few steps long, leading directly into the living room area. there were only three other doors scattered around the walls of the living room, which he could assume led to your bedroom, bathroom, kitchen. he was sure to become familiar with each one, obeying your command of coming around more often.
pink was scattered all through the place. frills and coquetteish decorations took up most of the space. from your lacy curtains to the fluffy pastel pillows on your pink couch, it was easy to tell you were the sole inhabitant of this place. he could only imagine your room was just as girly. it provoked a mixture of cuteness aggression and lust in him — which, no, he did not want to begin to try and understand.
soon enough, you walked back in with two places in hand, filled to the brim with what he was pretty sure he'd offhandedly mentioned to be his favorite meal during your third date. but you, being you, obviously picked up on it and made it for him. you were a dime like that.
"baby, you really didn't have to-"
"just wanted to make a meal for my man," you smiled at him, unaware that those simple words could bring a man like him to cardiac arrest.
but instead of letting on that he was already growing a chub under his sweats over the mere words 'my man' coming from your mouth, he opted for nodding with a tight smile.
he sat next to you, enjoying his meal, barely paying attention to whatever movie you'd picked, — which you'd named as your favorite chick flick — entirely unable to look at anything other than you as you wiped a bit of sauce from the side of your lip and licked it clean. your every move made him vibrate with want, but he couldn't let himself turn this into something it wasn't.
he'd said it once, he'd said it twice, and he'd keep on hammering it on until his body got the message: he would not make a move until you did so first.
but it turned out he wouldn't have to wait too long for that.
after about an hour of the movie, you left the room again to set the plates, once more insisting that he stay sitting down, unknowingly using your words as weapons against him.
"you work so hard, baby. let me just take care of things this once," you'd said as you took the plates and left the room, leaving his body incredibly confused about the innocent context in which those words were uttered.
when you came back, he'd been on a daze, eyes glued to the wall as he tried to recalibrate. you made it extremely difficult, with your radiant smile, incredibly happy for his presence, walking into the room with a singular tub of ice cream and a single fucking spoon.
but even then, he smiled back, happy to welcome you back next to him and even happier when you sat closer than last time, body turned towards his own to watch him in favor to the movie that continued to play in the background.
"is it cheesy if we share out of the same tub? i think it's kinda romantic, y'know? but if you have a germs thing and want your own, tell me, and i'll-"
he stopped you right there, hand coming up to engulf yours and bringing it to his lips in a daring moment. kissing it softly, he huffed a laugh, shaking his head.
"my gorgeous girl feeding me ice cream after cooking me a five star meal? i'd be crazy to say no."
he always mentally high-fived himself any time he made you smile or giggle, which he'd been fortunate enough to achieve multiple times that day. this time, though, you did so with a tint of sheepishness to your tone. it only amplified the effect you had on him.
"such a flatterer, doctor abbot. almost makes me wanna do good on my promise and keep you hostage."
before he could respond, a spoonful of ice cream found its way to his mouth, smearing a bit on his bottom lip due to its unexpected appearance. he huffed in surprise, but still swallowed the sweat treat and licked at his lip to wipe at the remnant.
"oh, you still have some here. let me help?"
he should've seen the ruse coming from a mile away. it wasn't subtle in any capacity, but maybe he just turned his brain off a little too much when you were in his vicinity. maybe it was your perfume, or just how pretty you were, but you always had the skill of catching him off guard.
and that's how this kiss found him.
you practically plunged from your seat onto his lap, hands cupping his jaw as you held him against your lips. your tongue licked at his lip, shamelessly tasting the pastry and wiping him clean of it.
jack was immediately on cloud nine. his hands naturally held onto your hips, ensuring he kept you perfect and perched on his lap. it didn't take much (or any) convincing from your tongue for him to let it explore his mouth, nor did it take any effort to get his tongue tangling with your own.
you moaned and sighed into his lips, making his eyes flutter at the mere sound. he made love to your mouth, tonguing at you the way he would if he could kiss his way to the apex between your legs.
it was nasty, wet, sloppy. it felt reminiscent of the type of kiss he craved on a drunken night in his early twenties. it lit him on fire inside out, made him twitch under your touch, groan at every hair pull and lip bite you gifted him with.
and then your hips entered the picture.
you were on your couch, say comfortably on his lap; he really should've seen it coming.
but when your hips began to move, rocking deeply against his own, he couldn't help the desperate sound leaving his lips and landing in yours.
"baby, fuck-"
"is this okay?" you whispered.
he swallowed, mouth agape, still victim to flicks of your tongue, "i'll take anything you give me."
that was enough of a green light for you to seal the kiss again and continue the grind of your hips.
he aided you, pushing his pelvis against yours in tandem, bumping bellies. you wouldn't let go of the kiss, which only made him all the more lightheaded as the friction between your bodies continued to build up.
you weren't shy in feeling him up, hands running up and down his chest, scratching at his pecs through his top, finding his naked biceps and squeezing at them. every touch had him burning, body unable to catch up to how good it felt to receive your every greedy touch. he never wanted it to end, needed you to take anything you wanted and maybe, if he was lucky enough, allow him to take some back.
panting heavily into your mouth, he came into a decision. his hands, which had remained mostly stagnant as they gripped your hips, began to trail north. but they couldn't even make half the trip before you peeled them away, moving them up to your tits without him so much as asking.
with another groan, he played with them, discovering the absence of a bra under that tiny top, cursing at himself for some unknown reason. he couldn't handle this, absolutely could not handle you.
but his burning body ached for you, and that was enough drive for him to get his fill.
you humped against each other like animals, incoherent noises filling up the room as you drove your weeping cunt against his hardness. he was sure to come like this, and he wanted nothing more than to bring you down with him.
"you feel so- fuck, so good, jackie," you panted, biting his lip lightly.
"drivin' me fucking crazy, doll," was all he could respond back.
"stay the night? wanna make you come just like this..."
"anything, fuck-" he nodded, already tired of not kissing you and closing the distance once more.
when he came, it was a liberating feeling. it made his back arch, his hips clamp up against you, his head fall back on the couch. the constant grind of your hips only intensified the feeling, providing him with a sensitivity that bordered between painful and pure bliss.
but nothing compared to your high. the feeling of your body shuddering against his, both shaking and stilling due to the incomprehensible pleasure surging through you. he lost his mind in you, trailing down to your chest and sucking at a nipple through the fabric. the whine of his name made every moment leading up to this worth it.
body defeated, you slumped against him, breathing deep and hard. his breath matched your rhythm, arms still wrapped around you and refusing to let go just yet.
"is this what kids are calling dinner and a movie these days?" he chuckled incredulously.
"don't call me kid, or i'll make you cum in your pants again."
it was a light threat mumbled into his skin. its validity died when you pressed a soft kiss against him right after.
his chest vibrated with a laugh, "the age thing really does it for you, huh?"
want him on my lap with one leg over my arm and the other hanging off while his head is thrown back on my shoulder and hear his moans and whimpers and groans while his hips buck into my fist and his pre leaks from the angry red tip and hear him call for mommy— WHO SAID THAT-?? 😦
STARRING: xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb x reader
synopsis: you decide to be a bit of a tease to your boyfriend(s) and give them a good little peek. but you're freaks. of course it'll be more than just that. they'll always make sure you finish what you start. and if you can't, don't worry, they can take care of it for you!
warnings: porn no plot, backshots, inappropriate use of evol, super hard boners, masturbation, spanking, bathtub sex, public sex, cockwarming, dry humping, cunnilingus, panty fucking, choking, your men are just nasty freaks for you.
wc: 5.4k in total, roughly 1000 per li
an: happy belated birthday, @jadestone2!! here's one of the gifties i have for you <3. hope you all enjoy!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
XAVIER
There’s never a day where Xavier doesn’t believe the moments he wakes up from his naps aren’t blessings hidden as disruptions.
Last week, he woke up to see you watering his plants looking like a cute bunny in one of his many hoodies. Two days ago he woke up to you halfway through placing a pillow beneath his head because he somehow landed up sleeping on the floor.
Today, he woke up to you cooking lunch for both of you. In nothing but one of his old sweaters.
It’s a particularly short sweater, even for him. The way it rides up your curves each time you reach for the cabinet hypnotises him. It’s like he’s in a trance, the way he hops off the couch — bedhead and all — and stalks slowly behind you like a predator about to catch his prey.
Though, in this case, he is technically your prey.
The outfit was a deliberate move from you. You had planned it the moment you realised he was asleep on the couch. You decided that instead of waking him like you usually would to teach him how to cook without burning the apartment down, you’d instead give him a surprise to wake up to.
You blame ovulation, you just haven’t gotten to spend that much time with him since you’re both so so busy. Your fingers and vibrator definitely weren’t enough to substitute for the immense pleasure he gives you. Why not give him a little treat?
Xavier can feel himself throbbing in his pants by the time he reaches the kitchen. He doesn’t even have to glance down to know that his length is poking hard against his sweatpants forming a large tent. Judging from how the pulsation and heat down there is growing by the second, he’s definitely leaking precum from his slit.
His mouth waters at the sight of you simply humming to yourself while you chop away at the vegetables on the cutting board. Each and everything you do brings his cock to an almost painful throb.
The way your ass looks so soft and plush and barely hidden beneath his sweater— his sweater— boils deep in his core, so deep that all the blood rushing straight to his cock gets him lightheaded.
His hands start grabbing the air in state of being half-sleepy half-horny for you. If you could just bend over just a little bit—
And you do. Fuck yes, you do.
You drop the your knife to the floor, quickly hopping on the spot to avoid the blade. In your eyes, you dodged a very sharp bullet. In Xavier’s, you just drove him deeper into his insatiable abyss of hunger for you.
The jump alone pushed the sweater up as far as your waist, revealing that delicious curve of your ass, your hip dips that he loves to lick and grip on, and your spine— fuck, he loves staring at your back.
“Oh my fuck,” You cuss under your breath and bend over to pick it up. The remaining blood in his brain is about to shoot out of his nose. He could cum on the spot. Being blessed with such a sight of your cunt openly greeting him makes his knees buckle. Drool is dripping from the corners of his mouth. Fuck.
Xavier has to fight the urge to just moan out loud from the sight alone. The way his cock keeps bouncing inside his sweats rubbing his tip against the fabric doesn’t make the situation any easier for him. He’s glued to the spot, hypnotised, enamoured, pussy drunk before he even gets a taste of you.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” He mutters under his breath. Not even a blink later Xavier finds himself on his knees right behind you— he teleported because he was mentally stuck to the ground.
You obviously sense the change in the air, along with the new sense of warmth radiating right behind you.
“Xavier- oh.” You glance over your shoulder to find him nuzzling his head on your thighs, rambling incomprehensible words so fast you can barely catch on. A warm wet slither travels up your thighs and close to your core.
“Let me have a taste.” His whines. It would have been a command if it wasn’t for how high pitched his voice becomes each time he speaks. “Fuck, let me taste— please, let me taste."
Smiling to yourself, you sigh in relief that he finally woke up. “Of course, baby, take what you need.”
His mind snaps, shatters, splits into pieces—your affirmation is everything he needs to hear to plant his face between your cheeks and slither his tongue right into your cunt.
You both moan shamelessly from the contact, Xavier from tasting you and you from feeling you after so, so long. You hand immediately drops to his head to push him closer and closer, his hands fondling and squeezing your ass like a stress toy. It’s the only thing keeping him from stroking himself.
His hips jut up your leg in rhythm, bringing him to rut on you and spread his pre all over you through his soaked sweatpants.
“So good.” His muffled voice praises you. “You taste so good, fuck.”
Your grip tightens on the soft tufts of his hair, burning hot into his scalp from his fingers reaching your bud of nerves. He circles, pinches, and rubs at your clit like he’s desperately trying to make you cum as quickly as possible.
“Xavier,” You whine, practically grinding on his face making his head bob in tandem with your needy ruts. “Need you inside.”
Literally anything you say can be a buzzword in his ears. Xavier shoots up to his feet, ignoring the dizziness that strikes his body in a flash to push his sweatpants down low enough for his cock to audibly slap his abdomen.
His cock continuously bounces up and down, smacking his skin with his leaky tip to create a sticky string connecting his cock to his stomach. The lewd imagery is riveting, mind numbing, he can barely think straight. He doesn’t even notice you aligning his cock with your hand, stroking him while his brain goes dumb from desire.
“Snap out of it!” You hiss, practically losing balance from how much your pussy aches for him. “Xavier!”
A switch must have gone off to have him immediately slip inside until he bottomed out fully inside you. His arms wrap tight around your waist and he immediately ruts into you like he’s got a point to prove.
“‘M gonna make you feel real good, baby.” He groans, licking a wet stripe of spit up the length of your neck to your jaw. “Gonna make you feel so good.”
ZAYNE
Zayne can feel himself losing threads of his control. He can feel his cock beginning to strain against the confines of his slacks.
All because you’re bending over to pick up a fork he dropped.
It wasn’t on purpose, he swears. It was just that his hand slipped while he was talking to you. One long look at that beautiful face of yours, watching you laugh and his hand slips pushing the fork to the floor. He can’t help himself, he’s just so down bad when it comes to you.
What he hadn’t expected was for you to stand and reach to pick it up, despite him telling you it’s okay. What he really hadn’t seen coming was that you’d turn away from him and bend over, showing that you were barely wearing anything underneath your skirt.
And by barely, there was a very clear opening of the crotch area revealing your pussy to his eyes and his alone.
By the time you stand up straight, ice was creeping up his neck to cool his face down and reduce the blatant blush spreading across his face and ears.
“You okay?” You ask as you place the fork back down by his plate. You fight the muscles on your face to keep yourself from grinning. Zayne only nods as if the ice has stiffened his neck.
You chuckle to yourself, he’s so cute. If it isn’t the sugar he relishes in consuming whenever he gets the chance, it’s how flustered he gets. Cheeks reddened, struggling to maintain eye contact… it’s all so cute until he starts to get back at you for putting him in that state.
You begin to turn away until his hand catches your wrist, grip cold and needy. Before you can even ask, you find yourself being tugged towards him, hearing the faint ruffle of his pants being unzipped and then the soft schlick of your cunt being stuffed by his cock.
“Not a sound.” His voice is cold as steel yet dripping with desire, holding you down tight by the waist to stop you from moving. You can just feel him twitching inside you.
“I could’ve held back and waited until we reached the car but seeing you in that lace,” He adjusts, jutting his cock up deeper into you but not giving you the pleasure of fucking you good in the middle of the cafe. “Seeing that delicious pussy… you must be shameless.”
Feeling a slew of moans brimming at the back of your throat, you bite your lip hard enough to make it bleed just to hold yourself back. You wanted this the entire time but you didn’t expect it to happen this early. Not to mention literally sitting in a full cafe while cockwarming your lover.
If anything, the goal you had in mind was to get him riled up enough to humble you in his car. This, however, looks like it’ll be so much better.
“You’re getting so wet, my love.” Zayne whispers, feeling more at ease as his evol relaxes. His lips press hot kisses on the shell of your ear. His breath is hot on your skin and his once ice cold hands tighten their hold on your waist. “Is sitting on my cock in front of all these people turning you on?”
You won’t lie, it is turning on. You’re soaked through and through to the point where your arousal slick is dripping onto his pants. If it isn’t the way he’s teasing you in that hushed sexy voice of his, it’s his girthy length pulsating deep inside you.
Your walls involuntarily clench on him, making squelches loud enough for the couple in the booth behind you to hear. Zayne can feel his control slipping, feeling the plush of your ass so comfy on his lap, the way your pussy is just clamping tight on him— he just has to remind you to behave.
He raises your hips just a bit and slams you back down on his cock with a soft plap. You both have to swallow your noises of pleasure. Zayne can’t help himself but fondle your ass beneath your skirt, feeling that soft flesh that he loves so much.
“Zayne,” You whimper, feeling your core tighten in heat. “I need you.” There’s only so much discipline you have when it comes to cockwarming him— and being in a literal public space doesn’t make the matter any easier.
“Talk to me, darling.” Zayne murmurs, nudging your legs apart with his knee to grant himself access to your throbbing clit. Discreetly under the table, his fingers find your sensitive nub covered by sheer lace and gently rubs and teases you in cruel, rough circles.
“This is what you wanted, no?” He muses, now using two fingers to pinch and pull at your clit while his hips twitch into yours— a clear indicator of him being close. He would never admit it out loud, but the risk was turning him on too.
“After all that teasing, wearing those panties here for me to see, you didn’t think I’d give you just what you need?”
Before you can even muster a response, loud screams erupt around you followed by scrambles of people rushing to leave the cafe. You both snap out of your trance to see wanderers lurking outside the cafe and citizens rushing to escape.
Out of impulse, you move to stand up only to be held back down, deeper into Zayne’s length.
“Zayne, the—“
“Look, hunters have already been dispatched.”
You glance out the window to see a hoard of hunters already in battle against the wanderers, swiftly moving people out of the way. Mind still fuzzy from being stuffed, you ease back into his embrace.
“And since the cafe’s empty…” Zayne grins into your nape and presses a wet kiss on your skin. His hands roughly push your skirt high up your waist, relishing in the sight of your plump ass so close to him.
He pumps his cock right into your cunt, shamelessly moaning into your ear as you whine from his ministrations. “Let’s take care of this needy pussy.”
RAFAYEL
He probably shouldn’t have asked you to join him in the bath.
Yes, you hadn’t seen him in a week, and yes the only time you could see him without disruption was coincidentally his bathing time. Buuuuuut… a little bath wouldn’t hurt, right?
WRONG! Rafayel can feel his cock rising beneath the water. He’s struggling to think. Look at you, reaching for the shampoo on the little side table next to the bath. Stretching so nice that he can watch droplets of water cascade down your spine and fall into the crack between your plump ass cheeks.
Don’t get him wrong, he’s seen you naked more than enough times to be well accustomed to seeing your posterior— he’s painted you like this more than fifty times. But this particular sight is something that not even paint can accurately capture.
He watches you spread your legs wider, exposing your core right to his hungry eyes.
“Fuck.” Rafayel curses under his breath. He wraps his hand wraps tight around his cock, slowly pumping his shaft beneath the water.
“What’s wrong?” You muse, wriggling your hips just enough to make your ass bounce and smack the water.
Just enough to tease him. Just enough to make him lose his patience, grab you by the hips and fuck you so good that half the water in the tub ends up splattered on the floor— along with a few other fluids.
You know just how much Rafayel loves your ass, plump and soft just for him to fondle and nibble on. You’d found paintings scattered around his studio and even more bound within his sketchbooks, all having a small note of his insatiable thirst for you.
Don’t get him started on the view he gets when he takes you from behind.
He’s shamelessly stroking his cock, feeling the heat of unbearable pleasure surge through his veins. He has a very strong feeling you know what you’re doing, rudely moving like that for him. Precum mixes with water and his breath goes heavy.
“Is it that hard to get shampoo?” He huffs in a huskier tone, one you easily recognise as him getting more aroused. “Can’t be that hard, cutie.”
“Can’t seem to reach it,” You deliberately whine, dramatically arching your back for the water to collide with your skin like a wave crashing with the shore. All that work and Rafayel just doesn’t seem to budge.
“Uh huh.” He’s in a daze. Eyes locked like glue on your ass, watching your sweet nectar start to drip from your core, almost as if your pussy could sense the rise of desire in his cock. You are his bride, after all. It’s only natural to share each other’s desires.
“Just— just keep trying.” His words slur as the sounds of his hand stroking his cock grow louder just enough for you to hear. “You’ll get it.”
The splashing and rhythmic pumps definitely catch your awareness, and that only irritates you more. Why isn’t he doing anything about it? You softly grunt and snatch the shampoo from the counter, ensuring you lean back directly above his crotch.
“Got it!” You grin and glance over your shoulder. And my, my, my, is he a sight for sore eyes.
His cheeks are flushed redder than a tomato, his hand shamelessly jerks away at his length to pleasure himself while his eyes are locked on your ass.
“You were ignoring me on purpose!” You huff, hitting his face with water to catch his attention.
“Do you even know what you do to me when you act like this?” Rafayel releases his cock from his grip and holds your hips to align your pussy with his throbbing length. “I just had to wait for you to come back.”
You can feel your eyes twitching. “I wanted you to lean over me and fuck me senseless, Raf, why do you think I was taking so long?!”
“Oh.” There he goes with that faux shock. “I thought you were just struggling. Wasn’t really surprised. But now that I know what you want…”
He swiftly pulls you onto him while raising his hips, filling you to the brim with his cock. He doesn’t waste any time to start snapping his hips to pound his cock as deep as it can possibly go— which isn’t that hard considering you’re soaked like a fucking sponge.
Your eyes roll as soon as he hits that delicious sensitive spot instantly, moans ripping from your throat to echo around his bathroom like a lewd symphony. His leaky cockhead continuously pokes that gummy spot as if it’s target practice. You can barely keep up with how hard he’s going, your balance keeps slipping from being half submerged with water despite the death grip you have on the edges of the tub.
“Rafa—“ Choke on your moans, practically hypnotised by the way the water moves with you, drenching you, him, and the floor completely. His thick length just stretches you out so so good you can barely think straight, your only ambition is to squeeze around him tight enough to memorise each vein— as if you haven’t already.
“Not— fuck— not gonna last long—“ Even better for you. You want to have him fill you up, that’s what you’ve been aching for the entire time.
“Don’t hold back,” You squeeze around his cock tighter forcing your walls to clench as hard as you can, stringing out a noise from his lips that sounds like a mix of a moan and a whimper. “Want you to cum deep inside.”
The water jumps out of the bathtub and up Rafayel’s thighs as your hips roll in tandem with his thrusts, landing a noisy slap of his sacks against your clit— only bringing you closer to unravel on his cock.
The schlap schlap schlap of soaked skin colliding in an obscene tempo begins to create a symphony in his head that he forces himself to memorise. The pieces he could create from the sounds of your pleasure could make audiences break down into tears.
“Gonna fill you up good,” Rafayel muses right into your ear. “All that teasing… you deserve it, don’t you?”
You can barely speak from how hard you’re going, grinding your hips on his to chase your pleasure while bringing him to his own undoing. All you can do is nod, and that’s all the signal he needs to keep going.
And he won’t stop for a while.
SYLUS
You have no business bending down like that.
Especially not on his bed. In one of his many tailored shirts that barely cover your torso because it keeps slipping off your shoulder. Bending over his bed to reach for your book.
Why were you bending over in such a scandalous position? It’s simple, really. You threw your book off the bed in the midst of your cuddle/reading session because you read an unexpected plot twist. A very erotic plot twist.
Sylus had made a soft yet audible whine when you pried his hands off your waist but his little noises — which only you have the privilege of hearing — fell to silence when you crawled to the edge of the bed and leaned right over the edge, leaving the image of you straddling air for him to consume.
“Need help, sweetie?” Sylus muses as he watches your struggle, both amused and aroused. A very familiar hardening length is starting to push out of his robe’s parted front— and he conveniently decided not to wear anything apart from his robe tonight.
“Nope.” You huff over your shoulder. The book is more than an arm’s length away— why did you throw it so aggressively?
You’d been in that position for longer than you intended, fully absorbed on the goal of taking your book. What’s taking you so long was the fact that you are about to fall off the bed. Feeling gravity attempt to pull you to the floor (again), you swiftly wiggle your ass as you move your legs bit by bit to push you further into the bed.
All Sylus can see is the ricochet of your soft cheeks with each movement. It takes so much deep restraint to not crawl to you and bite your ass just for the fun of it.
But he’ll have to distract himself even if his eyes refuse to look away. “How’s the search going?”
“Terribly.” You huff— but it sounds more like a suppressed moan from stretching your body to abnormal lengths to reach for that damn book.
That just makes it worse for your poor kindred lover. His hard on reveals itself by pushing his robe out of the way— that’s just how strong his love and desire is for you when you unintentionally tempt him. Now imagine what happens when it’s deliberate.
He doesn’t even try to touch himself, knowing the eventual slick noises will catch your attention. It’s becoming unbearable to watch you in the midst of your hunt, trying to keep his eyes on you when all he can see is your arched back accentuating the curve of your ass all while his length twitches and leaks in his peripheral.
Each movement of your reaching forward or rebalancing yourself made your flesh jiggle. Every. Single. Movement. That plush, softness that he’d always grip on tight when you clench on him hard, or that he’d smack soft or hard when he aches to hear you moan so deep in his ear that it’s engraved into his every thought.
When you move one more time, if you jiggle that ass one more time— and you eventually do— Sylus closes his eyes in blissful resignation.
Fuck it.
Smack!
It’s been hours. Hours since he pounced on you.
His hand collides with your cheeks to watch that delicious, cock throbbing ricochet that makes him harder and harder than he’d like to admit.
You’re hours deep into him being deep inside you, still bent well over the edge of your bed with the only thing keeping you in place being his powerful grip on your hips.
“I feel like you did that on purpose.” Sylus purrs and pulls your hips flush against his to ensure you can feel the curve of his cock dive into your pussy with each powerful thrust. “You could’ve hopped off the bed— ffuck— and yet-“ smack! “You chose to be a tease instead.”
You can only respond with a giggle that sounded more like a moan. Blood is rushing to your head like a current, your hands grip the bedding to claw at every time he pounds your weeping pussy harder and harder just how you like it.
Was it intentional? Maybe.
In your defence, you did actually throw the book out of shock. You were about to simply hop off the bed to make it quick but you had stopped and came up with the idea to tease your lover. Just a little bit. You did neglect the fact that you weren’t wearing anything under his shirt that you wore and that the book made you wetter than you’d like to admit.
Another thing you underestimated was that Sylus is down horrendously bad for you. So down bad that seeing your pussy glisten in the dimmed lights while you’re bent over the edge of the bed would drive him mad.
“Took— took you long enough!” You whined as a harder push of his hips almost threw your off the bed, bringing you closer to your edge (for the fifth time tonight).
The position you are in is just too good. The bed’s already soaked through and through with cum from both of you that somehow managed to leak out of your hole while he’s been plowing you. Your skin is warm and sticky with sweat and slick adding extra deliciously maddening friction for every time your hips collide.
Sylus is grinding— no, rutting on your ass, moaning loud into your ear from how soft and cushy it feels, how your pussy literally swallows his cock and refuses to let him out.
“Keep squeezing me like this and we’ll end up making a big mess, Kitten.” He seethes, bending over your body to lick the shell of your ear while his cock still ravages you, dragging through your gummy walls until its shape is ingrained in you.
“S-Sy!” You whine. You can feel yourself falling. At an instant, a gust of black and red mist swirls round your body and raises you both to keep you in place.
“Relax, I got you.” That purr is more than enough to make you cum again. “I’m not done yet. You teased me with this pretty ass of yours.” Another smack! hits your skin— you’re sure it’ll leave a mark of his hand.
“I plan to make the most of it tonight.”
CALEB
He can literally smell your arousal in the air.
It’s not even like you’re doing anything. He can just smell it.
That sweet musk that he chases to inhale whenever he does your laundry. That delicious scent the snorts into his brain whenever his face is locked between your legs slurping up your slick to satiate his thirst that only you can provide.
You aren’t doing anything. Just lying on the couch. Legs spread. Wearing as little as a crop top and one of his favourite panties. One that he’s definitely used for other purposes.
Lying on the couch with a pillow underneath your abdomen to keep you comfy while you scroll away on your phone. Lying on the couch with your ass up in the air, panties bunching in to accentuate your curvaceous form.
You aren’t doing anything. And that’s the problem.
Your legs hang casually over his lap, directly above his crotch. You can literally feel his boner growing beneath you but you’re playing it off, pretending you don’t even notice. Pretending you don’t even notice the strain in his voice, the need brewing in his core like a pot boiling over onto the stove.
“D-Do you mind, uh—“ Caleb stops himself before a moan slips out from his lips. His knuckles are about to turn white from how hard he’s gripping the couch to stay in place. Anything to stop his hips from acting out of their own accord.
“Huh?” You stretch your legs right over his bulge, making sure you rub just enough to build up friction. You’re such a tease.
Caleb’s rendered speechless. He squeezes his eyes shut, breathing heavy through his nostrils to gather some level of control. Jokes on him, that flew out the window the moment he saw your ass.
He can’t seem to stop staring at it. Seeing how you naturally get wet just from being within his proximity, how your slick coats your underwear and exaggerates the puff of your pussy lips especially when you’re horny, how he can literally smell it—
“Caleb?”
His throat goes dry hearing his name leave your lips. Not even, he’s salivating. Literally dribbling from the mouth like he saw a meal after weeks of not eating. He might as well assume that is the case.
“Yeah?” He chokes out while forcing himself to pull his gaze away from your ass. What was he trying to ask earlier? “Oh— you mind moving your legs a bit? I need to stretch.”
“Stretch?” You innocently ask — but that grinch-like grin slapped on your face only widens. “You just sat down.”
That is just all the confirmation he needs to know you’re doing this intentionally. He sighs and grips your thigh. Tight.
“I’m going to turn over and eat you out through your panties if you don’t let me stand up.”
You didn’t expect him to fold that quickly. Usually, when either of you play this teasing game, it can take up to hours for either of you to fold— be it literally grinding on each other or using subtle innuendoes. This time, he looks extra needy for you.
You turn to look at him over your shoulder, wondering if he’s joking. He’s not. His eyes are practically turning another colour from all that arousal brimming deep within him, not to mention the his hard length raging in his pants.
“Yeah?” You tilt your head, gracing him with a Cheshire grin. Caleb doesn’t even bother speaking. He plants his face right onto your clothed cunt while the rest of his body follows suit, laying comfortably in a makeshift sniper position to eat your pussy until you soak the couch.
“Fuck yeah.” His breath is hot on your skin, prickling goosebumps all over your body.
He can hear the squelching gush of your arousal spill out of your pussy like a bursting faucet. His tongue slurps up a taste of your desire through your panties, suckling as much of your taste through the fabric as he can.
He might ruin this pair of panties but he’s more than happy to take you out to buy replacements— just to ruin them later.
Your taste is divine, heavenly. He could worship you every damn day if you ask him to. He’d do anything to drown in your taste, your scent, in you. It all just feels too good not to rut his cock on the bed like a dog in heat.
“Oh, fuck, Caleb,” You sigh into the cushion trapped between your arms, bucking your hips back for him to ravage you completely. No matter how many times either of you try to tease each other, nothing beats the satisfaction that comes from breaking.
The way his clothed cock just perfectly fit in the junction between the cushion and couch is mouth watering. Eating you out while the stimulation going off in his cock like alarms is more than enough to make him cum, but he’d never waste his seed on something that isn’t you.
Caleb reluctantly pulls his face away from your core and strokes himself while he aligns his cockhead with your sobbing cunt. “I think I’m gonna ruin these panties, baby.”
“No, they’re my favourite!” You whine at the feeling of his cock rubbing up and down your clothed cunt, the stimulation from how wet you are makes your back arch like a cat. “Don’t you dare.”
“Don’t worry,” You can practically hear the smile spread on his face as he leans over you to press his cockhead into your cunt, pushing his panty-covered tip inside. “I’ll just fuck your panties a little bit. Then I’ll give you just what you need.”
The mere heat of his tip throbbing inside you drives you into a lust-dazed frenzy. You hump your hips in tandem with his short, torturous thrust, relishing in his swallowed moans from how your soaked panties rub on him just right.
“So tight,” He whines into your ear, arm slithering under your head to put you in a gentle headlock, just the way you like it. “Pussy’s so tight— fuck—“
Caleb’s arm slides between you to tug your panties to the side then slides his cock right inside, slow and deep. The tight fill just burns so good that you both make noises loud enough for anyone outside the house to hear.
“This is so mmmuch better,” You smile into his arm.
“Yeah?” The muscles of his biceps and triceps bulge as he tightens his headlock on you. You choke on your breath just as his cock starts to pound into your cunt, wet plaps from his hip smacking your ass sounding in the living room. “Good. We’re gonna stay like this. Nice ’n snug. Til neither of us can think."
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