sylus ⋮ he found your custom-made dildo .ᐟ caleb ⋮ he's called you in his office with your bunny-ear vibrator .ᐟ zayne ⋮ he's letting you try out your new seat on his thigh .ᐟ xavier ⋮ competing with your dildo .ᐟ rafayel ⋮ you debut a discreet panty vibrator at his party .ᐟ
CW ★ MDNI! unprotected sex (p in v), voyeurism, dumbification, thigh riding, semi public stunts, tits play, squirting, overstimulation, gaping, dirty talk
SYLUS QIN ☆
Sylus never checks the purchases that you swipe with his black card. You’ve bought the most questionable things before to test that out. Which is why, you’re oblivious as to how he finds out about your recent indulgence.
“I must admit I’m a little hurt,” he drawls, leaning back in his chair, watching you like you're the rarest gem at auction. And oh, what a sight you are, indeed—your pussy swallowing the toy in eager squelches, thighs trembling because of how long you’ve been riding it.
“a custom-made dildo. How did you measure my cock, sweetie?” he quirks a brow, amused. “With your mouth? Or with your fist?”
You just whine in response, taking the slick smothered length deeper into your sinful walls. He hasn’t stopped you from finishing. If anything, he’s been your most keen patron—encouraging you to squeeze that dildo again and again, having you finish till you were dumbified by the synthetic thing.
“god—sylus, please.” You mumble, hips coming to halt, yet the finger rubbing your clit never ceasing. “I-im sorry…” you whimper, feeling another dull wave of your climax approaching.
“an apology is redundant.” He tells you, finally, finally rising from his seat. “how about you keep fucking yourself on your… plaything for me?”
His weight settles beside you and his warm palms come to squeeze your plush hips, guiding the pace youre already losing control of.
“there you go… slow circles… good girl,” he mutters, watching your cunt swallow the dildo whole. “feel how it pushes up deep inside you when you do that? Stay right there and grind,”
“yes oh-ohh!” You choke on a moan as it rubs your swollen spot—your pace slowing, thighs burning from overwork. But you’re so close. It’s right there—nagging at the back of your head. but the strain in your thighs is hindering…
“c-can’t do it ‘lone,” you look up at him with your glassy eyes.
Sylus cups your face. You lean forward, submitting to his touch—chin resting on his shoulder. You hear him huff a laugh. His fingers trace the curve of your spine, making you shiver under him and hoisting your ass up higher.
He pries the toy away from your fingers, pulling it out of the grip of your trembling walls. You whine in his neck. “sy plea—oh!”
He thrusts the toy back in you, letting it glide over the overstimulated walls of your cunt. his hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, keeping you on your all fours for him while he fucks you with the toy.
Your hand goes down to rub your clit in slow circles. You don’t last a second longer. You’re milking the thick silicone for all it’s got, finally going limp in his arms.
“was it as good as the original, kitten?”
CALEB XIA ☆
“I want to watch you cum,” caleb was dead serious when he said that and you shouldn’t have taken it with a grain of salt. He was serious when he called you to his office with the toy, serious when made you comfy on his chair and serious when he plugged you full of the silicone device.
“caleb this is embarrassing!” your thighs press together, as your rabbit vibrator buzzes against two of your sweet spots. You’re on your knees on caleb’s enormous chair, while he stands behind you, watching the way your pussy pulses around the toy.
“it’s only us here, pips,” he tells you simply.
Heat floods your face as the reality of it sinks in. Knees aching, cunt leaking, humiliation curling tight in your stomach.
Your hold on the backrest falters when caleb reaches to keep the toy in place, feeding it back to your hungry cunt. Your walls keep drawing together tighter, pushing the vibrator out of your weeping hole.
you jolt when he pushes it up a notch—every thought in your head being zapped by the muffled hums of the toy against your sensitive sex.
“fuck honey,” he groans. “look at how this pretty pussy throbs,”
“d-don’t look so intently!” you manage, voice breaking into a whimper despite everything you do to keep quiet.
“you look even prettier split open on my cock,” he hums, knuckles brushing your folds apart. “buuut you’ve taken a liking to somethin else,”
“i-I’m sorry—” you add quickly. You don’t even have it in you to form the next words. All you can think about is the heavy, delicious pressure building in your lower abdomen.
Seeing you so close to cresting has caleb nearly cumming in his pants. How can he not when he can literally see your pussy lips twitching desperately? Or the way your clit throbs only to shy away from the relentless buzz.
“don’t be. This—” he angles the toy deeper to sink further where your g-spot is. “this is everything,”
You squeal, your entire body tremoring at the force of which your climax approaches.
Caleb’s eyes are locked on you as your hole gushes all over his chair and down to the floor, even pushing out the toy with a lewd pop.
“think you can do this ‘round my cock next?”
ZAYNE LI ☆
Your clit catches against the ridge between the synthetic purple petals. More of your honey dribbles down onto the seat. the room is heavy with the scent of your sex and wet squelches as you rub your hungry cunt against the grinder your boyfriend has strapped on his thigh.
Your puffy pussy lips spread open around the little bump has your clit exposed each time the lube-slick petals kiss it.
“z-zaynee,” you gasp, pussy pressing down onto the mound that merely teases your pulsing hole. “need something in,”
Your hips wiggle, as if the grinder could magically grow a dick to feed your cunt. Dejected, you just whine, hoping Zayne would sink his heavy cock into you.
“why don’t you cum on this first?” his palm flattens on your lower back, making you arch on his thigh. Your sensitive cunt is practically moulded to the shape of the mound this way. “didn’t you want to test whether or not this was a good purchase?”
You whimper in response.
“since you clearly want something else, let me help.” With that, his lips latch around your nipple, suckling it in deep and slow.
“hah! Ye-yeah. Okay,” your voice is broken sob. His hand on your lower back goes south, two of his fingers circling your sticky entrance. You clutch both his shoulders, eyes fluttering shut as you rock faster now—pace all over the place.
“you’re soaking this, darling,” he mutters around your nipple, words making his teeth scrape against your sensitive skin. “I almost wish it was my cock instead,”
The tip of his finger dips—not fully—just enough to make your honey-soaked walls pathetically try to pull it in. your ass pushes back in an attempt to have him give you the rest of it—only to have him pull back and go back to circling your entrance, leaving you with the mere tantalising thought of what-if.
You’re riding his thigh like your life depends on it, fast, rough grinds. Wet shlicks echo around the room. Zayne’s hand pries your dewy lips to have your clit trapped on the mound. Both his hands come to your hips now, grinding your body onto his thigh—slow and precise, while his mouth keeps pulling and puuulling your nipple deeper into his mouth.
“o-ohh oh yes!” you go ragdoll above him, clinging to him as you inch closer to your climax. And it doesn’t take a lot. you finish with a loud sob, clenching around nothing.
“cock next right?” you dont bother waiting to come down from that high.
XAVIER SHEN ☆
“xavier—” you whine as he pulls the toy out of you, the translucent string of your arousal still clinging to it. He spreads your cum-sticky folds with his fingers, exposing your quivering hole. He’s got you spread beneath you, thighs parted and leaving your puffy pussy for his observation.
“strange,” he murmurs to himself as the fat head of his cock breaches your sex. “your pussy wants this more.” He claims, his lips puckering in a small pout.
The entire session of him using your toys on you had somehow evolved into a competition between the dildo and him.
“no-no—hic!” his cock fills you slowly, stretching your walls impossibly farther than the toy ever could. a pathetic whimper slips past your lips when he starts moving.
The bed frame creaks behind you, as he keeps ploughing your gummy walls.
“no?” he huffs. “then why does your cunt keep pulsing for it even when it’s gone?” he spreads your thighs wider, bringing the toy back to your cunt, gliding it between your folds.
he slaps it twice against your clit, only to replace his cock back with it.
He keeps alternating fucking you with your dildo and then with his cock—until your head is spinning and your pussy is being bullied into moulding to different sizes—to the point where there’s no telling what you’re being filled with.
Each thrust feels distinct. Yet each drive into your hole hits the spot that makes you see stars with lethal precision. You’re finishing around nothing and everything all at once. He doesn’t grant you the mercy of anything unmoving—to have something to pulse around as you hit your high with a choked cry.
“i-I don’t!” you say finally, teeth digging into your lower lip to stop your moans from spilling. He gives you a punishing thrust and then he pulls out.
Your hole gapes, your walls pushing out more of your sweet juices. He’s in awe at the sight—it makes his own cock leak out warm pre from his swollen tip. Xavier’s finger pushes into you, circling to map out the pussy he’s so unreservedly stretched.
“see? It stays open when it’s me,” you follow his gaze. And then huff out a tired laugh.
“xavier…” you gently pull the toy out of his hand. “it’s because you’re way bigger,”
“…oh,”
He’s plunging back into you.
RAFAYEL QI ☆
Seeing a sea of crowd at his party should have you questioning your choices. But you don’t. not when you have your eyes on rafayel across the room, and your clit pressed snug against the panty vibrator—attempting to keep your face as straight as you can while throes of pleasure bloom through your body.
You’re failing badly to contain yourself. Your thighs press tighter together, urging you to lean against the closest surface. You see rafayel beckoning you to go to him.
“you’re very bad at hiding this, cutie,” he tilts his head with a bright smile. You just huff at him. he isn’t turning the vibrator off at all. It has been buzzing between your syrupy folds with the same incessant frequency.
He steps closer, trapping you between a wall and him—hiding your pleasure glazed face from the bustle behind him.
“if only I could have two of my fingers inside you right now,” he leans in—searing breath against your ear. “you’d clamp on them so tight—can’t wait to feel you,”
The zaps turn up a notch.
“rafa—please!” You squeak, knees nearly buckling. He chuckles lowly, holding you up.
“you can’t do better than this? Guess I have no choice but to whisk you away…”
you’re backed against a wall in a sequestered corner. Your swollen tits are out in the cool of the ac. his mouth draws your nipple into his mouth while you press a hand over your own to suppress your needy sounds.
He lodges his knee between your thighs, keeping them apart—nudging the vibrator to rest right against your poor, sensitive clit.
“don’t you worry, baby.” he tugs your nipple with his teeth, making your voice break into a whimper. “I’ll fill you up sooo well once we’re home,”
“you want it, don’t you?” his tongue darts out to flick the other nipple while your cunt keeps soaking your panties. “something to stretch your needy pussy out? you’d be split on my cock in no time,”
“ngh—being so mean,” you whine, body tremoring because of how close you are to being obliterated by your orgasm. he just huffs out a laugh.
his words ringing in your ears push you closer and closer to your high. your mouth waters at the images he keeps feeding your mushy brain. the voices outside dissolve. one grind of his knee against your pussy makes your voice break into a sob as you shatter, walls clamping around nothing in tight pulses.
Being in a relationship with both a brat tamer and a brat maker is its own special kind of hell.
Zayne goes away for work and for the whole time he's away Caleb spoils you rotten, knowing that on his return you'll be needy and demanding - something that Zayne absolutely does not tolerate for long.
A pout and a stomped foot at not getting your way and you'll be over Zayne's knee in the blink of an eye, ass red and on fire. And all the while Caleb will be sat watching your punishment with a smug smirk as he tugs at his cock, precum leaking out at the sound of your whining and whimpering.
But Zayne is no better. He watches Caleb give into your every whim, creating the spoiled brat that he loves to tame. He could stop him, or at the very least warn you that if your behaviour continues there'll be consequences.
Yet he stays silent, waits until you lower your guard and forget that Zayne is most definitely not Caleb. He denies you something simple - perhaps a dessert or a new plushie to add to your ever growing collection - anything really. Anything to get you to have one of your little tantrums.
And once he hears that oh so familiar whine of Zaaaaynnee leave your lips he knows you're ready to be put back in your place.
Usually it's with a firm hand on your behind, underwear pulled down and ass on full display, until you go limp and pliant over his lap. Sometimes it's by tying you to the bed and teasing your poor little clit with a vibrator until tears are forming in your eyes.
But if he's feeling extra cruel he'll have Caleb fuck you at the same time. Zayne will stand quietly at the side, cock straining against his trousers, as he holds a wand to your sensitive cunt, and simply listens as Caleb coos at you with that false sympathy he saves just for these occasions. Maybe he lets you come, maybe he doesn't.
They play off of each other; Caleb spoils you and Zayne reins you back in. Yes, you quickly learnt that your two boyfriends love to work together. And no, you wouldn't change a thing.
