Valko had been teasing you for the past twenty minutes.
Lying on his back in bed, a smug smirk on his face as he looked up at you straddling his chest, completely naked.
“C’mon, pancake,” he murmured, hands sliding up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh. “Sit on my face. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
You were already soaked, but you still tried to play it cool. “You’re so demanding.”
His golden eyes darkened. “And you’re stalling.”
Before you could retort, you felt it; the cool, smooth press of metal forming around your wrists. Valko’s evol. He’d created sleek, unbreakable handcuffs, linking your hands together and then anchoring them to the headboard above you with a satisfied rumble.
Your eyes widened. “Valko-”
“Hands stay there,” he said, voice rough with hunger. “Now be a good girl and sit on my face.”
He didn’t wait for you to obey. His strong hands gripped your hips and pulled you forward until your thighs were on either side of his head, your dripping pussy hovering just above his mouth.
The first kitten lick had you moaning, wrists tugging instinctively against the evol cuffs. He groaned at your taste, the sound vibrating through you as he licked deeper, tongue fucking into you while his nose brushed your clit.
“Fuck- Valko-“ You tried to grind down but he held your hips firmly, controlling the pace, making you take exactly what he gave you.
He was relentless. Lapping at you messily, sucking on your clit, then thrusting his tongue back inside you like he couldn’t get enough. Every time you tried to move, the handcuffs kept your arms stretched above you, completely at his mercy.
“Look at you,” he murmured against your soaked folds, voice muffled but dripping with smug satisfaction. “All tied up for me. So fucking pretty when you’re falling apart on my tongue.”
You were shaking, thighs trembling on either side of his head as he devoured you. The cuffs held you in place firmly, cool metal against your wrists as you tugged and moaned, completely lost in the feeling of his mouth on you.
When you finally came, it had your back arching, a broken cry of his name falling from your lips as you clenched and soaked his face. Valko didn’t stop, licking you through it with, hungry rumbles until you were whimpering and oversensitive.
Only then did he ease you off him, handcuffs disappearing just like that and him flipping you onto your back and kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
After, he pulled you into his arms, nuzzling into your neck with a satisfied, possessive growl.
“Good girl,” he whispered, running his fingers over the marks he’d left on your thighs. “My perfect mate.”
You were still catching your breath, thighs shaking, when he started kissing down your body again.
“Valko- wait- I need a minute-“
He just smirked against your skin, already spreading your legs again.
you haven’t crossed that final line yet. not really. not fully.
but one soft kiss turns into another, and another, and somehow you’re in his lap, straddling those thick thighs, mouths moving lazy and hungry. his hands are on your waist, careful, respectful… until you shift just right.
your hips roll down against the hard line of his cock and he lets out this sinful little groan that goes straight to your core.
so you do it again.
and again.
and again.
valko’s breathing gets shaky. his glasses are sitting on his face crooked now , and he’s making these soft, desperate whimpers against your mouth every time you grind down. you can feel how hard he is through both layers of clothes, thick and throbbing under you, and you’re so wet it’s almost embarrassing. he can smell it. you know he can. his nose keeps brushing your neck like he’s trying to breathe you in.
you’re so close. so fucking close. but you need more. you need him closer.
he’s trying so hard not to thrust up against you. you can feel the way his hips keep twitching, the way he’s holding himself back with everything he has. his hands are shaking on your waist.
“sweetheart-ngh-we should stop-“
you grind down harder and he breaks.
a broken, high little sound leaves his throat as his hips jerk up against you once, twice, and then he’s coming in his pants with a quiet, wrecked moan, forehead pressed to your shoulder, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, trembling all over.
you’re still so wet. still so close.
and he’s looking at you like he just did something unforgivable but all you can think is how pretty he looks when he falls apart.
Description: What sexual activities are the LIs particularly good at?
WC: 0.7k
THEY’RE A L L GREAT AT EVERYTHING OKAY!!! But...hypothetically speaking...what are they the best at? Enjoy, mwah!
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Xavier EATING PUSSY OBVIOUSLY, lmao. Like bro goes absolutely nuts—it’s his favorite activity, so DUH. Needs you to sit on his face 24/7. Can do it any which way: fast, slow, teasing, flicking, grinding his tongue, LIKE WHATEVER you require he’s absolutely amazing at it. So locked in all the time. While I do think he loves eye contact, I also really think he’s getting lost in the sauce eyes closed gROANINg moaning gripping your thighs tight and hoping you crush him to death like a watermelon. Wants. To. Be. Suffocated.
Rafayel finGERING HELLO Mr. Artist knows how to curl his fingers is all I’m saying. Loves to tell you you’re the prettiest while he’s doing it. Is a fan of going slow at first, (LOVES TO WATCH YOU PANT AND SQUIRM) before he’s just hovering over you intentionally not kissing you but keeping his face RIGHT THERE to watch every expression and listen to every whimper up close and personal while he’s finGER BLASTING YOU into oblivion until you squirt. (Middle and ringer finger style yk 🥴) (Kinda bratty when you cum…hot.)
Zayne ANY stimulation with his fingers but OOF rubbing your clit/nips, so fucking a-tier at it it’s i n s a n e—steady-handed doctor, what did you expect? Laying beside you or inside you LMAO his ability to rub your clit is quite literally off the damn charts. (Also in relation to hands…he’s the GOAT of spanking okay don’t play with me. Perfectly understands the balance between soft traces with his fingers then HARD fucking spanks MY GOD!!!) Like idk this man just knows the f!orgasm like the back of his hand (pun intended) and can extract it with medical precision. (Can 1000% make you cum w/ just nip!stim.) My angsty ice prince might be “““cold”””” but he’s AMAZING at warming you up iykwim. LIKE 😩😩😩 (He’s not touching you with his dick until you’re SOAKED.)
Sylus making you acTUALLy cum with just his dick. The absolute best at it it’s INSANE. Can work those mf hips just right, and will give your belly a lil extra weight with his hand while he’s doing it HEHE. Yeah so you know the Coital Alignment Technique??? THAT THAT THAT he’s the GOD OF THAT. (It’s literally just missionary but m! is more flat/horizontal DIRECTLY above you so his pelvis can rest against your clit while he thrusts—supposed to be slow and intimate. Boss Man DEMOLISHES THIS MOVE.) (SUCH A VOCAL PRAISER TOO!!! Loves his dearest wife and always wants to tell you just how good you are for him.) (...On the praiser element, great at swEET dirty talk/whispering crazy ass shit straight into your ear while he’s on top of yOU OH MY...)
Caleb hEAR me out…kissing (if we ignore his og kissing sounds we’ll all be fine and make it through okay I promise LOL) BRO has been waiting his whole life to kiss you and he’s gONNA DO IT RIGHT EVERY TIME—very passionate about it, always. But sometimes in a really sloppy HOT way. YUMMY. Sir get over here and let me suck on your tongue thANK YOU. Another thing…an absolute god of GROPING like you name it tits, ass, thighs, he’S GRABBING IT AND IT’S DIVINE. VERY good at JUST touching/massaging/squeezing/groping every part of you. (Aka every aspect of making out which whoops means he’s also great at making out with your pUS...) (Oh my god last thing so GOOD at sucking on your tits gOES NUTTTSSS over it, eye contact/practically humping you during, so much groping oMF 😩 I also think Fishie is great at this…) Boy is just trying to get his mouth and hands everywhere honestly. (Zayne is still the best kisser leave me alone okay, hiS AUDIO IS BONKERS!!!)
Valko poSITIONS Mr. Big Ass MF SEXY GAAAHHHHH can put you in whatever position you demand and do it easily too. Can pornstar style pick you up and just fUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU up in the air with such minimal effort on his part it’s CRAZY. His strength is an added benefit during sex that is SEEN AND FELT OKAY. Can Full Nelson you like a compLETE menace oh my god send me there rn. Also his dick is just massive so yk there’s that too. Can easily and always make you cum with it, him and Sylus are similar here. When riding him, he fucks up into you like an absolute beast, you might as well be weightless. Also just grabbing your thighs and ass and doing all the work for you lifting you up and down on his dick like you’re a FLESHLIGHT BUST!!!!!
Description: Valko bench pressing… Sitting on Valko while he bench presses… Sitting on Valko’s face while on the bench… Riding Valko while on the bench… (BENCH PRESS ME DADDY!!!)
WC: 4.4k
I’ll get back to writing for the other LIs (eventually) I swear, lol. Anyway…this is inspired by both @/mwphisto’s post about Valko loving post-workout pussy and my obsession since his first teaser of the thought of him bench pressing. Enjoy!
Btw in this he’s repping 225lbs LIGHT WORK as a WARM-UP ok ok like…SO easy for him. 315lbs would be closer to an actual work out lmao. 405lbs when he’s feeling spicy for a handful of reps. For my non-gym / non-freedom units folks, 225lbs is two 45lbs plates on either side of the bar (4 total = 180lbs) and a standard bar is 45lbs which all = 225lbs! (~102kg) For context, 225lbs is like the impressive and coveted goal in the gym for bench. 225, 315 (~142kg), & 405 (~183kg) are the tiers of godhood for the chest/bench gym bros, lol. My man can hit ‘em all with ease!!!!! Scooping you up and tossing you around is LIGHT WORK!!!!!
I FEEL IT IN MY BONES Y’ALL IDGAF, HE’S COMIN’ BACK!!!!! HOPIUM!!!!!
Valko’s voice is laced with amusement and cuts into the silence, “Like what you see, doll?”
Standing off to the side, lazily stretching after completing your workout, you blink rapidly at the question, “W-what?”
“You’ve been watching me for a whole five minutes.” He chuckles lightly, pushing the barbell back up with ease, the plates on either side making a small clank with each push.
You scoff, “It has not been five minutes...”
He smirks as the bar comes back down to meet his chest, “Six, actually.” Unable to help yourself, you listen closely to the sound of his exhale when he pushes up again, “I was just giving you the benefit of the doubt, baby.”
You finally give into a laugh, rolling your eyes at him, “Oh, shush you.”
He continues to tease you, “Mmm…how many sets do you have left of watching me?”
You step closer, pointing an accusatory finger at him, “S-shut up!”
“Can I work in?” He laughs again before his voice develops a slightly suggestive tinge, “When’s it my turn to watch you, hm?”
“You’re— Shush, you!” Still watching him carefully, he raises his legs, his knees casually in the air and engaged with his core, forcing his chest, shoulders, and triceps to do all of the work. “Pfft…you’re such a show off.” Despite your tone, your eyes drift, fixating on his taut hamstrings before back up toward his arms.
He grins, his breathing and movements still completely controlled. “You like it. Besides, I’m just helping you complete your set of something fun to watch.”
“Ugh…” You fight not to bite your bottom lip; he looks so unbelievably good...
“Still watching…” He extends his words, taunting you with his mocking tone.
“Val! Would you just—focus, over there, hm?” No matter what you say, you can’t peel your eyes off of him.
“How can I? You’re distracting me by keeping your eyes fixed on me.”
You offer a “Hmph,” and start to turn around. “Fine, I won’t look.”
“Woah, woah, woah. Slow down, there.” He chuckles, “That’s not what I meant.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to distract you, show off. You might hurt yourself.” You try to maintain a smug tone, not wanting to give in—just yet. In the end, it’s a futile and losing battle...
“Me? Pfft, never.” You let your eyes focus on him again when you hear the barbell rack with a loud clank. He sits up and speaks with a warm, coaxing voice, “C’mere.” As if possessed and driven to be close to him, you don’t hesitate to make your way over to him. “I was watching you earlier, you know.”
“Oh, yeah?” You fold your arms over your chest and raise your brows, “And what was I doing?”
He smiles, running a hand through his hair, “Facing away from the mirror…doing RDLs…”
Slowly, you crawl onto the end of the bench and straddle it, “Hmm, did you enjoy the view?”
“Mmhm, oh yeah.” He nods in tandem with his words, letting the faintest hint of a laugh sound from his nose with a small huff.
You scoot closer toward him on the bench, your knees touching his, “I wasn’t…distracting you?”
He reaches out to stroke your cheek with his thumb, giving you a warm smile, “Mmm, you know me, I’m very good at multi-tasking.”
“Hmm, debatable…” You shrug nonchalantly, trying to fight the smile working its way onto your own lips.
Pretending to be offended, he scoffs, “How rude, babe!” He pinches your cheek softly before pulling his hand back.
You smile at him before your voice becomes a coo, “Just kidding…”
“No, you’re not—” He sounds determined to prove you wrong.
“Hey!” With you giggling, he’s pulling you up into his lap by your waist, your legs dangling past his thighs and hips on either side of the bench. “Yes, I am!” Keeping you close with his arms around your waist, he moves in to nuzzle his face into your neck. “H-hey, I’m sweaty!”
“Mmm…don’t care—” Suddenly and without warning, his tongue runs up the length of the side of your neck, flat and slow, careful to taste the salty dew present on your skin.
“You know what distracts me just as much as how you look…it’s how good you smell right now…” he releases a groan against your skin, “s’fucking good…”
“Val—” You gasp at the feeling of his teeth lightly sinking into your jaw after his way up your neck, holding the bone between his sharp canines with ample restraint. “Mmph—nngh—”
He lets go, placing soft kisses along your jaw in between his words, “All hot…flushed…sweaty…fuck—you invade my senses.” His hands firmly grip your waist, “Maybe you really did distract me…”
“Fine,” you push hard against his chest with both of your palms until his back is flat against the bench again, “you should…continue your workout, then.” Applying a bit of pressure with your hips, you let yourself create a small drag against his body. “You did say you were good at multi-tasking, yeah?”
His voice noticeably drops as he holds in another groan, “Mmm…I did say that, unfortunately...” He scans you carefully, starting with your hands on his chest before his eyes land on your frame...on your hips...
You quirk a brow at him, “So...go on, then.”
He offers a short laugh, “Fine.” Suddenly, he’s holding onto the tops of your thighs with his hands and lifting the both of you up and back on the bench, causing you to shudder at the ease and weightlessness he creates when lifting with you on top of him so easily. He scoots back with you on him until he’s properly centered closer to the weight rack again, “I’ll give you the best seat in the house.”
You scoff playfully, folding your arms across your chest again as his hands wrap back around the bar a shoulder’s width apart. You watch the way he braces the space between his forefinger and thumb against the bar with both hands before wrapping his fingers around it, making two tight fists around the metal.
During each press—each rep—you watch his chest expand, his body in complete control. He’s not looking at you, but there’s a small smile playing on his lips anyway. Whenever the barbell descends, he inhales through his nose, and when he ascends the same bar with ease, he pushes out a smooth but firm exhale through his mouth. You note to yourself that his form is quite literally perfect—even with you sat on top of him.
With his feet planted firmly on the ground beside the bench, his glutes and core engaged, you feel the pressure from his groin press up into you as he works—the sensation instinctively causing you to twitch and uncross your arms.
“This is the best seat in the house…” Your voice is quiet as you let your fingers skim across his abs concealed by a pesky compression shirt, carefully feeling them contract with each movement.
“Mhm, I told you.” He inhales through his nose as the bar lowers to his chest, “Next time,” the bar goes up again with his deep exhale, “I should press you instead.”
“Mmm…I think you’d like that more than me.”
“Maybe…” He glances at you before back up at the bar, his head not moving from its rest on the bench. “But…I could get my hands all over you…” the bar descends again, “squeeze you nice and tight…” before back up. “You’d like it, no?”
“Mmhm…” You’re honestly not sure what the last thing he said was, let alone whatever you said before that.
You dig your nails lightly into his abs through the material of his shirt, your hips driving down in the process. “Ah, hey—careful, pup. You don’t want me to drop this on myself, do you?”
Your voice is breathy but honest, “You won’t.” You simply watch the flex of his pecs, shoulders, biceps, forearms, abs… While a designated chest exercise, each muscle moves and thus then fills with blood, causing a noticeable pump to arise within every muscle by the second. If he wasn't already completely filling out his shirt...he sure as hell was now.
As you watch, your eyes single out various veins. The large, singular one that runs along the peak of each of his biceps…the various smaller ones running down the length of his forearms and onto his hands…the one running down the side of his neck…
Your voice becomes a whisper, “You’re s’fucking hot…” Your hands then flatten over his abs, careful not to push down, but rather, feel him. Compelled to speak from a place of total honesty, “I wish your cock was in me right now…”
On the latest push up on the bar, it held up directly over his chest, he stops—holding it there longer than usual. His eyes widen slightly before relaxing back into a focused gaze, a small smile appearing on his lips. “Mmm…” the bar goes back down again, “is that right?”
Your throat is swollen and you swallow harshly, looking for relief but not finding it, “Mmhm…”
He lets out a short, smug laugh...but you feel his lower half twitch against the pressure you’re creating with your body. He pushes the bar up again, “While I’m doing this? Or…”
“Either.” You answer honestly, tipping your hips forward until your hands riskily get closer to the bar that’s intermittently meeting his chest, again and again.
“Didn’t you tell me to finish my workout?” Despite his question, you feel his hardening cock start to press up and into your angled ass that’s resting in his lap.
“I did say that…didn’t I?” Your eyes are wholly fixated on his chest.
His voice becomes equally as quiet as yours, “Mhm, you did…”
Running your hands back down over his torso, you let your fingertips trace each dip and divot of his abs, “I don’t think either of us did any…cardio…today…”
“Mmm, then what would you call this morning, beautiful?” His voice remains low as he tries to stay focused, “Don’t tell me you forgot...”
You bite your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood—picturing it...remembering it. Your fingers move to trace the prominent V-lines that trail lower and lower, somewhere you can’t currently reach... “More wouldn’t hurt…would it?”
He exhales harshly as the bar goes up again, “Definitely not…” His following inhale is shaky as he lowers the bar to his chest.
Seeking the next opportunity of the bar going up and away from his chest, you reach forward and allow the tips of each of your middle fingers to graze his nipples, drawing a short half-circle around them before grazing over them completely.
“H-hey!” You smirk at the quick and apparent hardening visible under his tight shirt.
“What?” You can’t help but grind your hips a little more intentionally against his lap, “Isn’t this seat like the splash zone? It’s an…interactive experience.”
“M-mhm, sure…” Despite still working the bar at a consistent and controlled pace, his breathing becomes mismatched—more shallow.
After your taunt on his chest, you let your hands glide down to his obliques to make room for the bar before it can come down again. During the following rep, you let your hands slide down the sides of his torso until they land at the top of his hips just above your thighs.
As the loss of his focus builds and a silence occurs, you decide to tease him further, “What are you thinking about, babe?”
He laughs, finally racking the bar. He lifts his head to look at you with a heavy-lidded gaze, “Do I have to answer that question? You already know the answer.”
You squeeze his hips, “What if I want to hear it?” He sits up fully, snaking his arms around your waist, keeping you sat pretty in his lap.
“I’m thinking about…” his lips brush the bottom of your chin and a shudder of his own is followed by a deep inhale through his nose, “how all I can smell…” then, his lips touch your jugular directly before he speaks against your skin, “is how fucking wet you are from watching me.”
Your chest is already heaving. “You’re not going to…finish your workout, hm?”
You feel him smile against your skin, “Oh, I am.” Without another reservation, his lips are attacking your neck—a bit playful a first, a small laugh from him sounding against your skin. However, your subsequent series of giggles quickly fades and transforms into a series of moans upon feeling his tongue…his teeth…
“Fuck—I want to be inside you so badly.” You whine at the feeling of him biting your neck, a moan immediately following as he soothes the bite with his tongue. “You taste so fuckin’ good.”
“Everywhere…you taste amazing…you smell amazing...” Your hands paw at his broad back as you create a helpless rocking in his lap from your hips, desperate to feel more friction from the situation—from him.
He pulls his face away from your neck, his lips softly finding yours before deepening the kiss, his hands smoothing down and over your back. In the midst of a short moan from you, he breaks the kiss, “But…there’s something else I wanna do first…”
“M-mhm,” your lips brush against his, simply desperate to be kissing him instead, easily eliciting a groan from him, “w-what’s that?”
His hands abandon your back and waist, arriving on the tops of your thighs instead. Lacking restraint or the ability to wait any longer for an answer, you’re gripping his face with both hands, pulling him back into a needy kiss. His fingers delicately pull and stretch before firmly gripping the material of your leggings, releasing right after so that they snap back against your legs. Breaking away from your lips, “Take these off…right now.”
Staring into his eyes, with a hint of mischievousness, “Will you help me?”
“Mhm—” You’re immediately giggling again as he snatches your waist with both of his hands, easily lifting you up and off of his lap with the support of you shifting your legs around him and to the side. Delicately, he sets you down onto your feet beside the bench.
“C’mere.” Pulling you close by your hips but turning you around in the process, his teeth sink into the supple flesh of your ass through the material. “Fuck—” Immediately, his fingertips sink underneath the fabric at your hips, harshly tugging the tight material straight down until it reaches your knees.
There’s a quiet gasp from him when he instantly realizes you’re not wearing any panties. “Naughty pup, aren’t you? No wonder I could smell it so particularly…”
Thinking he may grope or bite you again, you’re somewhat surprised when he pulls you back down to sit at the end edge of the bench, your bare ass making contact with the leather. “You know…” he reaches down and grabs both of your ankles, swinging your legs up into his lap, “these are really fuckin’ sexy and all…but…” he grips the material at your knees, tugging until everything ends up stuck at your ankles, “they’re a pain in the ass to get off.”
You’re nodding, both of you laughing as he snaps them off your feet aggressively, the nylon stretching and making a loud snap when you’re finally free of them. You chuckle, “You seem to be doing just fine.”
“Mhm…” Still holding the leggings in his hands, he bundles the center of the material into one hand, pressing them against his nose and mouth, inhaling deeply while keeping his gaze fixed on you.
“Oh my god—hey!” You scramble to reach for them, laughing during your attempt.
“Mm-mm.” He shakes his head no and blocks your arms with his other hand, holding you back from him. “God, you smell s’fuckin’ good.” His voice is muffled by the fabric against his face.
“Val!” Still laughing and trying to snatch them away from him, a blush is tearing its way up your neck to your cheeks. “Y-you—”
Holding you back, he tosses them aside onto the ground beside the bench, still batting your arms away. Once they meet the floor, he’s snatching you by your waist again, easily picking you up and returning to you to your rightful place on his lap. His tone completely shifts to a more gravely and less playful one, “Fuck that—I want the real thing—”
Your shock and residual laughter readily becomes another moan as he’s crashing his lips onto yours, one of his hands around your waist and the other coming up to cradle the back of your head just beneath your ponytail. Breaking the kiss but staying close, you both smile before returning to a lustful kiss.
Without warning, his hand wraps your ponytail around his fist, a light tug causing your lips to break. “You’re gonna let me taste you, yeah?”
Your voice is a broken whine, incentivized by the hold he has on your hair, “Mmhm—nngh—”
“Good girl.” Releasing you completely, he lies back down on the bench and you reach your hands out toward his chest to steady yourself. “Uh-uh, stand up. Come here.”
With an eager glance being exchanged between your exposed cunt and your eyes, he reaches up to tap the bar. “C’mere, and hold onto this for me, okay?”
“Mhm—o-okay—” You can already feel yourself dripping for him.
As soon as you’re close enough, he snatches the backs of your thighs to draw you closer to him, “That’s it…a little more, pup.”
“Mmhm…” You wrap your hands around the bar, your feet spread out wide enough not to accommodate the width of the bench, but to accommodate the width of him that easily exceeds the relatively skinny bench.
“I’ve been wanting this so badly…you sat on my face like a pretty girl, hm?” His palms glide up the sides of your thighs before reaching around to grip each side of your ass, squeezing you hard, “Would you like that, beautiful?”
“Mmhm—ngh—I w-would…”
“Good.” Still squeezing your ass tight in his hands, he draws you even closer, he himself sinking a bit lower down the bench. “My god…look at you…”
One of his hands leaves your ass, running its way up your side, around your hip, and flattening over your stomach, “Fuck me…this is the perfect view…”
Wearing your own cropped compression long-sleeve, his hand continues up until it’s groping one of your breasts. You coil your fingers tighter around the bar, “Mm—ngh—Val…”
“Yes, baby?” You moan again as your response while his hand shifts to your other breast, squeezing a bit harder than before.
His hands return to the backs of your thighs, tugging just enough that your knees start involuntarily bending, “Go ahead, doll…take the best seat in the house…”
As you lower, he immediately cranes his neck upward to lick a flat, long stripe up and along the length of your slit. “Shit—nngh—!”
“Mmm—my god—you taste s’fucking perfect…” His fingertips sink into your thighs, his nose brushing against the hood of your clit as his tongue breaks past your slit and moves upward, happily collecting the taste of you on his tongue.
Offering a gentle lap against your clit, it’s not long that he breaks away to rest his head back down against the bench. Grabbing your hips suddenly, “Sit. Don’t hover.” He pulls you down hard, his mouth eager and willing to engulf the whole of your cunt pressed against him. “Mmhmm…” The vibration of his vocalization sends a shiver down your spine as a loud moan breaks past your lips.
His hands move up to your waist, holding you firmly in place with no room for escape. Whining at the feeling of the flat of his tongue barely moving against your clit, you grind yourself against his tongue.
He lifts you up hardly an inch so he can speak, his breath washing over you, “Holy fuck—yes. Keep doing that.” You whimper when he tugs you straight back down against his mouth. Offering his tongue to you, you do as he says, grinding your cunt against his mouth at a slow and steady pace, whining at each tug against your clit.
“Mmhm…” A groan reverberates deep from his throat, the sensation already having you close.
You notice your knuckles turning white against the bar, attempting to hold on as tight as you’re able when your legs start trembling. “M-my god—Val—your tongue…” His fingertips dig into your waist, not ready to let you go anywhere or for this to ever end.
You glance down and process his brows knitted together in personal pleasure, his eyes closed. As you stare at him trapped beneath you, you grind your hips forward and back just a bit faster. At the new found speed and the sound of a loud moan falling from your lips, his eyes flutter back open and lock with yours, completely dark and consumed with lust.
Pulling you up only an inch again, he speaks, “That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on my tongue ’til you cum.”
“Nngh—h-holy shit…I-I—”
“Mmhm…” Done letting you get any respite, he holds you in place, groaning and moaning against your skin, moving his tongue in the way he’s able as you rock against him.
“Fuck—! Oh m-my god—M’gonna—” With completely weak legs, trembling and quaking, he lifts you again as you start to cum so that he can wrap his lips around your clit and suck.
“Val—oh m-my—!” You’re practically shrieking, trying to wiggle in any direction, or at the very least, collapse down again, but he doesn’t let you. Not until your whines of sensitivity tell him you’re done.
With a strong tremble in tow, you finally fully stand back up. “That was…so…fucking…hot.” You’re laughing slightly, still holding onto the bar for support and in shock. “I need you to sit on my cock. Right now.”
You don’t even have the words to reply, a simple moan falling instead just at the thought of him inside you right now.
After a brief adjustment, you’re still standing with your legs on either side of him and bench, and he’s pushed his shorts and briefs off and down just enough to reveal himself. Holding his cock upright for you, you’re taking your time to relax your legs, gripping his chest with both hands. “I need— We’re doing that again later, okay? That was…fuck— Sit on me, please. Right now.”
“Mmhm…” With a whimper, you slowly take the head of his cock into your entrance, whining at the stretch.
Once he’s able to let go of himself, he uses both of his hands to steady your hips as you sink down onto him. “Yes, pup, that’s it—nngh—oh my god—”
Digging your nails into his still clothed chest, your legs continue to shake as you lower and take more of him, “Val—mmph—nngh!”
“Good job, baby—take your time.” Your hands flatten out over his chest, moaning loudly once your body fully meets his and he’s full up inside you. “Good girl…”
Panting heavily, your legs tremble violently before you can even lift yourself again. “Just relax, pretty girl. Let me help you.”
“Mhm…y-yeah…” With his hands firmly gripping onto your hips, you push onto your tippy toes repeatedly, taking him only with his support. “T-thank you…” Your legs are still a trembling mess from being made to cum standing, all of your muscles engaged not just from working out.
“Of course, doll—mmm—fuck—you feel so perfect…”
Consumed by the pleasure he provides, his tip brushing and pressing into your G-spot with each sink down onto him, you’re whimpering but push past the feeling of weakness in your legs, wanting more, and more—faster.
“Shit—y-you’re—”
“Mmhm…” Your nails sink back into his chest again, “You feel so amazing—m-my god—”
Starting to feel weak and completely spent, he can sense your limit before you can, sitting up quickly to embrace you in his arms. “Look at me, baby.” One of his hands comes up to grip your chin softly, gently tilting your gaze to meet his. “I’ve got you, yeah?”
“Mmhm…” A loud moan breaks from your throat at the change in angle while he wedges you further into his lap, your feet finally up and off the floor.
His voice is soft as his lips brush against your cheek, “Just like that, let me do it, mhm?”
“Y-yes, please.” His lips land on your neck softly before he bares his teeth into your skin. “Ooh—” You moan helplessly at the feeling of his hands slipping between your bodies, easily grasping your thighs and ass to move you up and down onto his cock. “F-fuck—nngh!”
“Go ahead, pretty girl. I want to feel you cum around me, don’t fight it.” Despite the confidence, his own voice begins to break at the feeling of you clenching around him.
You’re gasping, letting your body sink into him and become completely under his control—his command, “S’deep—nngh—”
He groans, his fingertips driving deeper into your flesh as he pulls you firmly down onto his cock, “Mmhm—s’nice, right?”
“S’fuckin’ g-good—d-don’t stop…” You rest your head into the crook of his neck, utterly dizzy and at the behest of his control, lifting you back up then down for each plunge, his hips tilting into you each time to add to the pressure.
Seconds after you’re moaning vehemently into his neck, he’s groaning—almost growling—to the feeling of your cunt squeezing his throbbing cock throughout your release, “F-fuck—babe—nngh—!” A choked gasp mixed with a groan rips from his throat, his arms holding you down in place and close to him. As he spills into you, several twitches from his cock make you tremble and shake further—harder, clenching helplessly around him.
Placing a few soft kisses against his neck—your body still trembling—you start to laugh quietly. It’s a breathless, quiet laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. “W-what?”
“That really was the best seat in the house...”
He chuckles and kisses the side of your head, smoothing a hand over your back, “Which? My face or my dick?”
“You—!” You purposefully sink your nails into his back, hard.
“Ah—hey!”
You raise your head from his neck and grip both sides of his face; you can’t help but smile at his adorable and loving gaze, “Both, you asshat.”
He laughs again, squeezing his arms around you and laying back against the bench—taking you with him so that you’re resting against his chest. You both release a small moan on the way down, still not fully recovered and still connected.
“You love me.” He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head as you pant against his chest.
Zayne gives the most intense orgasms simply because he’s not afraid to get messy- he will literally dig into your hole till he finds the spot he knows houses the bundle of nerves he wants to stimulate for an orgasm that almost knocks you out. And then he’ll brutalise that spot;
The moment he has you spread open- thighs pushed wide, knees nearly to your chest- he sinks two fingers deep in one smooth thrust, searching with the calm focus of a man who has memorized every map of your body. The wet, obscene sound of him working into you is immediate and absolutely lewd. He curls, presses, drags the pads of his fingers along your walls until he finds it: that swollen, spongy spot that makes your spine snap tight and a broken moan rip from your throat.
“There,” he murmurs, voice low and steady, almost clinical. “That’s the one.”
Then he latches on to it.
No amount of begging or scratching will make him relent as he stimulates you incessantly- not the sloppy, cruel fingering popularised by cheap pornography, but in firm, methodical and purposeful movements that bring about the pleasure that drowns the pain of overstimulation, never once loosing their surgical precision even as desire mounts.
He anchors his other hand on your lower belly, pressing down to hold your squirming hips in place while he strokes that bundle of nerves with slow, deliberate drags. Each press-and-rub is firm enough that pleasure borders on pain, slow enough that you feel every ridge of his rough fingertips, the rough texture of his surgeon's callouses. The pressure builds like a storm gathering behind your eyes. Your walls flutter and clamp around him, but he doesn’t slow. He simply adjusts the angle and keeps going, relentless.
You buck. You claw at his wrist, nails digging crescents into his skin. “Zayne-fuck!!... too much, I can’t-”
“You can.” His voice is calm, almost gentle, even as his fingers piston against that spot with an almost sadistic flair. “Breathe through it. Let it take you.”
The overstimulation burns, white-hot and overwhelming, but beneath it the pleasure is molten. It drowns everything. Your thighs shake violently. Slick gushes around his knuckles, dripping down to soak the sheets, coating his palm, running down his forearm in shiny trails.
He doesn’t care.
He never flinches from the mess. If anything, the wetter and filthier you get, the darker his eyes become, mouth open as he wonders just how can you drip so much just from his fingers.
A third finger joins the first two. The stretch is sudden and perfect. He curls all three against that spot in tight, rhythmic presses- almost like he’s milking it- and your vision whites out.
The orgasm crashes into you so hard your back arches clean off the bed, a silent scream caught in your throat. Your walls spasm violently around his fingers, but Zayne doesn’t stop. He keeps stroking, firm and steady, dragging every last pulse out of you until you’re sobbing, shaking, gushing helplessly on his hand.
Only when your voice cracks into a wrecked whimper does he finally ease off- just enough to let you breathe, never fully pulling out. His fingers stay buried deep, gently petting your fluttering walls while you twitch and leak on him.
He leans down, lips brushing your ear to plant a fluttering kiss that seems more mocking than soothing, voice rough with restrained lust.
“So good for me...see? I told you you'd like it." he says before straightening up. "But that was only the first one. I’m nowhere near done finding out how many times I can make you break tonight.”
He smiles, and you shudder, your legs falling open helplessly even though you have no energy left.
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