You had truly tried so hard to get him to keep his mouth shut, to not jump through your balcony doors, that a certain upstairs neighbor was very very observant.
โV-valko pleaseโฆโ
Every footstep backwards felt like a stampede, but his lips on yours drowned out the worry. The back of your legs hit the hard backing of your couch. โEasy, little wolf.โ
Just as his lips were about to descend on yours again, he froze. Ears popping up from his mess of maroon hair, stiff and alert as he looked beyond you. โWe have company.โ
The knock at your front door was tense, three hard raps against the wood followed by the very voice you figured youโd hear. โIs everything alright in there?โ Your fingers tighten in the material of Valkoโs black tee.
โI tried to warn you.โ A hiss with no real venom, but you feel your cheeks warming as you try and fathom some sort of excuse. โWhat? Are you embarrassed?โ Valkoโs brow raised, a smirk tugging at his kiss swollen lips. Your work, of course, which only made matters worse.
โNo! But Iโฆ how do weโฆ Xavier is quiteโฆโ
Another set of hard raps, his voice slightly more concerned. โI heard a lot of noise, you seemed surprised. Is everything alright? Do I need to come in?โ Valkoโs eyes shone with amusement. โOh, heโs persistent.โ
โXavier! Everything is fine!โ You finally managed to squeak out, realizing the wolf in front of you would surely take matters into his own hands if you didnโt speak up.
โOh yeah, sheโs in good hands, Xavier!โ Ohโฆ oh no.
โI-I really canโtโฆ I canโt take thisโฆ sโtoo much!โ
This, by no means, was the outcome you had anticipated. You expected a dog fight, in the literal sense of the word. But not this, never thisโฆ โoh fuck!โ
Xavierโs tongue was unrelenting, just as unrelenting as the swishing of Valkoโs tail. Thumping every so often against the mattress as he holds your thighs down against the sheets. โSheโs getting overstimulated.โ
Itโs a warning, but one that feels rather empty to your pleasure melted mind. Especially as Valko shamelessly observes the way the ash-blonde devours your cunt, nose twitching every so often as he memorizes your arousal.
โV-valko! Make h-him stop!โ You hiccup, eyes blurred with tears as your back arches off the sheets. Three, maybe four orgasms from Xavierโs tongue alone? He hadnโt even come up for air. Willing to die suffocated by your pussyโฆ
โYouโre so close, little wolf. One more, right? You can take one more from his tongueโฆโ
But there is no promise of being done beyond thatโฆ still youโre nodding in submission. Cunt twitching as your hips shake against his eager tongue. Xavier effortlessly brings you over the edge, only stopping when Valkoโs hand yanks him back by a fistful of his hair. โHow was he?โ
โR-really goodโฆโ you manage to push up on shaking arms, eyes locked on Xavier as he licks his lips. Chin shining with your slick. โAre you okay?โ Easily, Valko lets go of his hair, letting him sit up slightly to hover above you.
โYeah, mโfineโฆ youโre really good at thatโฆโ
โBetter than him?โ
โDonโt push it.โ
Idk chief perhaps a part twoโฆ or a full version? I have so many WIPS but like do you guys see the vision? lol - Soul
okayyy, so i'm thinking some very filthy sex with zayne & valko, are u with me;)
being sandwiched between them would be heaven AND hell at the same time. zayne would be behind you, chest to your back and buried sooo deep in your ass you would feel it in your throat, fucking you steady while valko would be in the front. you'd be literally stuck between ice and fire, so full you could barely breathe
now. listen. they'd sync up without even talking about it, and have you a mess between them. when one slows down, the other picks up the pace. when one pulls out, the other one pushes in, so on and so forth. keeping you stretched open and aching and sooo fucking full, your brain would literally shut down lmaoo. legs all shaky, nails digging into whoever was closest while you dripped all over both of them
valko would be sooo nasty with it, too. biting your shoulders and neck, gripping your throat cuz you fucking love that, and calling you 'little prey' while he's balls deep inside you with you leaking around him. all the while zayne would just play with your oversensitive clit just to feel you clench on both of them at once
when you finally cum the first time, they wouldn't stop immediately, and fuck that'd hurt so good you'd sob into their necks and muffle your moans by kissing them messily. zayne would kiss all over your neck softly, like he's proud of you for taking it like such a good girl. and valko would keep pounding into you, chasing his own release while grunting praises such as how well and tight his darling is around him. you'd be overstimulated as fuck, but sooo so needy, still
they'd spit roast you stupid sometimes, and it's be your own kind of heaven. man, zayne would have your mouth around his cock, fingers in your hair and soft commands to ease your throat for him and take him deeper. you'd still gag around him, tears streaming down your face. all the while valko got busy behind you, thrusting shamelessly into your clenching pussy, slapping your ass raw cuz that got you more tight around him, babbling about knotting you. you'd be a drooling mess around zayne's cock, praying valko keeps that promise
and ohhh, the mess was part of it all. zayne would pull out of your mouth and came all over your face while valko was still busy fucking his knot into you. you'd be covered in sticky cum, licking it from the corner of your lips, eyes rolled back and seeing stars as valko finished inside you so hard you felt like collapsing, adding more to the cum already leaking out of you from previous rounds
sometimes they'd both finish in the same hole just to watch their seed mix and pour out of you. your cunt would be so full of cum it didn't even stay inside, dripping out in thick streams while you laid there twitching and empty-headed, letting zayne spread your shaky legs open to watch with a smirk while valko would kiss and bite up your thigh, calling you perfect
annnd let's not forget about overstimulation, cuz these bastards loved that shit. your clit would be soo swollen and raw even the air hurt, but zayne would keep circling it with his thumb anyway, not stopping as you were crying so prettily, begging and blabbering nonsense, clenching on nothing cuz you were too sensitive to be touched but too desperate to want them to stop
aftercare, though, would be next level because you needed it after they broke you on their massive cocks, quite literally. zayne would check your pulse for real, wipe you down with warm cloths and clean the cum off your thighs and out of you with gentle fingers while you still whimpered
and valko, ohhh he would wrap you in his big, strong arms, wolf-hug quite literally. squeezing them around you like a heated blanket and kissing every mark they both left on tour body, murmuring how perfect you were, as always
sooo, sex with them meant some nights you'd be their personal toy, passed between them, filled over and over until you were leaking and incoherent (and you fucking loved it)
then some other nights they would compete over who could make you cum more, and either way you'd end up ascending to heaven. voice gone from moaning and screaming. thighs bruised and covered in their love marks and cum
yup. now i need to go touch some grass, breathe some fresh air.... jfc
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Includes the Brat creator, the Brat enabler, the Brat, the Brat tamer and the Brat breaker.
CW: P in V sex. Rough sex. Jealousy. Oral sex. Edging. Spanking. So many creampies we could open a bakery (lol I saw that one on the unhinged aO3 tags and had to use it) ๐MDNI๐
WC: 7.106
Repost from my old account (Applecaviar)
THE BRAT CREATOR
After a long day at work, you were already in a bad mood, especially with the extra responsibilities coming up next week. Then, hearing about Caleb's new mission just made it worse. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, just out of the shower, you felt Caleb's arms wrap around your waist from behind. His warmth radiated against your damp skin as he pulled you in closer, resting his chin on the top of your head.
"I'm gonna be away for a week, are you going to miss me, baby?" Caleb asked nipping your earlobe.
"Not really," you replied casually, smoothing face cream onto your cheeks and jawline. "I have plenty of things to keep me occupied while you're away."
"Yeah?" He tightened his hold around your waist slightly. "Like what?"
You smirked at his inquisitive nature, knowing he was fishing for details. "I'm pretty sure my vibrator is around here somewhere," you said, continuing to apply the luxurious cream.
Caleb chuckled softly "Will you let me watch?" he asked, a playful grin spreading across his face in the mirror's reflection "Will you call to show me how much you miss me?"
"No" you answered bluntly, slipping out of his embrace and stepping away from the sink.
โ
An hour later he called out to you, urging you to come downstairs for dinner. Just as you were about to head down, a sharp knock sounded at the door. You hurried over and swung it open, retrieving the takeout you had secretly ordered without Caleb knowing. You knew he wasn't a fan of takeout, especially when he could make dinner for you.
As you placed the bags on the kitchen counter, Caleb's arms suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind again. This time, however, there was an undeniable hardness pressing insistently against the cleft of your ass, through the thin fabric of your shorts.
"You know I love it when you get all bratty like this? It makes me so fucking hard" Caleb said lowly in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck.
Startled by his boldness, you turned to face him "Caleb! This is not..."
Just as you were about to finish your thought, Caleb lifted you onto the kitchen counter, your hips resting on the cool marble surface. His hands gripped your hips, squeezing the soft flesh as he stepped between your parted thighs.
"Do you need me to make you cum, pretty baby?"
Being the brat you were, you shook your head defiantly.
"Are you suuure?" he questioned, his hands slowly moving to your inner thighs, teasing you with his touch.
You braced your hands behind you on the counter and deliberately widened your legs, a clear invitation. "I'm sure"
"I wouldn't do that if I were you"
"Why not?" you taunted and moved to the very edge of the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist, dragging your clothed cunt along the length of his cock through the fabric of his jeans.
"Because you are making me hard as fuck right now"
"I like you hard like this though," you purred, nipping at his earlobe, feeling his dick twitch in response, eagerly seeking more of your touch.
"Y/N..."
You let out a breathy moan in his ear, lips brushing against the sensitive shell.
"Youโre such a brat, you know that?" In an instant, Caleb had pulled your shorts and panties down to your ankles and then dropped to his knees.
Proving his point, you spread your legs again, inviting him to feast on the glistening sight before him. He wasted no time, he leaned in, letting one finger glide through your slit before bringing it to his lips, his tongue flicking out to savor your arousal, accompanied by a satisfied groan
"You created this brat, Cay" you accused breathlessly, chest heaving with anticipation. "You're the one who's always spoiling me, giving me everything I want."
Caleb didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned in closer and dragged the flat of his tongue along your slit, his cock jumping against the inside of his jeans.
"My brat," he said before sealing his lips around your clit and sucking hard. Between each draw of his mouth, he punctuated his claim with a word. "My," suck, "spoiled," suck, "petulant," suck, "disobedient," suck, "brat," suck.
"Oh my god!" you cried out, fingers tangling in his hair. You tugged slightly at the strands, anchoring yourself to him as he worked you over with his mouth.
Caleb responded by pinching your sensitive clit between his tongue and teeth before rubbing his tongue rapidly back and forth.
You came hard and fast, walls clenching around nothing, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter for dear life, knuckles turning white from the force of your grasp. As your body shuddered you felt the slick countertop slip and slide beneath your ass, coated in a mix of Caleb's spit and your own arousal.
Before you could even begin to come down from your high, Caleb had sprung to his feet. He lowered his zipper to pull out his leaking cock from the confines of his jeans and in one thrust plunged into your still quivering cunt.
A moan tore from your throat, your walls stretching deliciously around his thick dick. He didn't give you time to adjust, immediately setting a hard and fast pace as he fucked you standing up. He spread your legs wider, resting them against the crook of his elbows to pick you up while he moved in and out of you.
You held on tight to his neck, your nails digging into his skin as he pounded into you relentlessly. With every drive of his hips, you felt the head of his cock kissing your cervix, the deep penetration sending sparks of pleasure and pain shooting up your spine.
"Fuck, Pips," Caleb grunted, hips never stopping "You're going to call me, right? Show me how much this pretty pussy misses me while you use your toys?"
He rested his forehead against yours, his hot breath mingling with your own as you both panted and gasped for air. Drool began to escape the corner of your open mouth "I will, I'll show you"
"That's my good fucking brat" Caleb praised before he dragged his tongue along the trail of drool, lapping it up before sealing his lips over yours in a filthy kiss.
He knew you craved that edge of pain to send you flying over the edge. Glancing down, he spotted your hardened nipples, always a clear sign that you were close, and made a split second decision.
His teeth sank into your lower lip, biting down until the coppery taste of blood exploded across your tongue. With a scream, muffled against Caleb's mouth, you came undone.
After a few more thrusts, Caleb let out a groan, his cock throbbing inside you, finding his own release. Once spent, he gently placed you back down on the counter, your trembling legs unable to support you just yet and he carefully pulled out, his softening cock slipping from your pussy. He watched with a satisfied smirk as his cum began to leak out of you, trickling down the crack of your ass and onto the kitchen counter.
"Let me clean you up, then we can eat all of this takeout before it gets cold"
THE BRAT TAMER
You frown as you stare at your phone, confusion and a twinge of hurt flashing across your face. You had sent Zayne some flirty pictures and a message, hoping to brighten up his day at work... but he never answered. At all. Not even to your bare pussy pic.
First, you had teased him with a glimpse of your cleavage, your breasts almost spilling out of your low cut top. You knew he liked your tits, always sneaking glances when he thought you weren't looking. But your boobs alone hadn't been enough to draw him out of work mode this time.
So you tried again, sending him a picture of your covered pussy in his favorite light blue panties, surely that would catch his attention. But your inbox remained frustratingly empty.
Growing bolder, you decided to kick things up a notch. You tugged the crotch of your panties aside, revealing your bare pussy to the camera. You hoped your lewd display would be just the thing to lure Zayne away from the hospital and back into your arms.
He came home an hour later, but not straight to your arms.
โ
You squirmed uncomfortably on his lap, your panties pulled taut between ass cheeks, the damp fabric rubbing against your sensitive folds with each twitch of your body. Zayne's hand rested heavily on the reddening globes of your ass, his fingers digging in possessively as he held you in place over his knees. You could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing insistently against your stomach, separated only by the thin layers of fabric.
Your chest heaved with shuddering breaths, tears stinging the corners of your eyes as you stared at the floor, trying to process the stinging pain radiating from your ass. The sharp crack of his palm against your skin echoed through the room, mixing with the blood rushing in your ears and your own needy whimpers.
"If you insist on being a cock tease, my love, you're going to have to face the consequences" His fingers dug into the tender globes of your ass again, kneading the abused flesh roughly, grinding the rigid length of his erection against your stomach.
Another harsh spank landed on your right cheek and you couldn't hold back the moan that spilled from your lips, eyes squeezing shut as your fingers clawed desperately at his thigh. The pain blossomed into pleasure, clit throbbing in time with your racing heart as arousal leaked from your cunt to your trembling inner thighs.
You were dizzy with shock and lust, mind hazing over with the need to be filled, stretched, fucked... anything to relieve the aching emptiness.
Zayne spanked you again, his hand landing with a resounding smack on your left cheek. The force of it made your whole body jolt and your tits bounce beneath your shirt. Your nipples were hard, straining against the thin fabric begging for his touch.
Suddenly, Zayne moved you from his knees, roughly pushing your upper body down into the couch cushions. The soft fabric muffled your whimpers as he forced your ass up and out. The cool air of the room making goosebumps prickle across your skin.
His breath felt hot and heavy against your folds, his proximity alone enough to make your hips twitch. You gasped and moaned wantonly into the cushions when he roughly tugged your panties down, the scrap of fabric sliding between your ass cheeks before being yanked away entirely.
"What did I say the other day about teasing me while I'm at work, specially during important meetings?" The reminder of your actions made your stomach twist with nerves and shameful arousal.
You whined desperately when you felt the first slow, teasing lick of his tongue gliding up your slit, avoiding the throbbing bud that cried out for his attention. It took every ounce of your willpower not to grind your hips back against his face.
Zayne's hand cracked down on your left cheek in a sharp, stinging slap that made you clench your teeth. You gasped out your answer, voice muffled and breathless as you admitted, "I'm not supposed to tease you at work!"
"Good girl"
The tiny, fleeting reward of his tongue flicking against your clit was too much. A choked sob of pleasure escaped your lips as your body trembled in his grip, your core clenching greedily around nothing. Zayne's lips curled into a smirk against your skin, clearly pleased by your responsiveness.
He gripped your thighs tightly and forced your legs apart to slowly drag the flat of his tongue along your inner thighs. He took his time, savoring the taste of you as he licked and nipped his way upward, leaving a trail of tingling flesh. Your heart raced as he crept closer and closer to your plump pussy.
When his tongue reached the apex of your thighs, you let out a high pitched squeal, your back arching as much as the position allowed. The long, slow lick through your slit made your eyes roll back and your toes curl, your fingers scrabbling at the couch cushions.
The moment you felt his tongue tease the sensitive skin between your cunt and the tight, puckered bud of your asshole, you panicked, your body instinctively tensed and you tried to pull away from him, a choked whimper escaping your constricted throat.
The sudden movement earned you a sharp, stinging slap to your right ass cheek "Why are you interrupting my meal Y/N?"
The sound of his zipper descending made you clench and a moan slipped past your lips when you felt his fingers twist into your hair, gripping the strands tightly as he positioned his cock at your entrance.
"You know your safe word darling, use it if you need to"
The knowledge that you could stop this at any time sent a thrill of dark excitement coursing through your veins, even when a part of you knew you would never use it. This was what you craved, what you'd been aching for all day, Zayne's dominant, punishing touch and the pleasure it brought.
You let out a sharp gasp that turned into a moan as he pushed forward, entering you with enough force to make your teeth rattle.
You both groaned out at the sudden sensation, your voice mixing with his in a symphony of carnal bliss. Zayne's dick stretched you deliciously, filling and completing you in a way that left you breathless and trembling. He twisted his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back as he began to move, setting a fast rhythm that had your tits bouncing with each thrust.
He fucked you just the way you liked, the way he always did when your bratty behavior pushed him to his limits, hard, fast, and without mercy. Days of pent up frustration fueled his lust, his hips slamming into the flesh of your ass with stinging force.
His other hand gripped your hip hard, holding you in place, eyes locked on the sight of his cock disappearing between your folds, swallowed up by your hungry pussy.
"Come on, love," His hips slowed "Beg for it, beg for it the way I taught you. I want to hear you moan for me." The denial of your climax was torture, your body wound tighter and tighter like a coil ready to snap.
"Pleaseee!" Your voice was raw and shaky, dripping with anguished need. Zayne's low chuckle sent shivers racing down your spine, the sound laced with cruel amusement at your pitiful plea.
"You are being punished, remember?" he reminded you. His hand cracked down on the tender flesh of your ass in a final, stinging slap "Beg properly"
Tears of frustration stung your eyes as you choked out the words he demanded, "Please Dr. Zayne, make me cum!"
"That's my good girl"
He bent over you, chest pressing against your back, his hand snaked between your thighs, fingers finding your puffy clit with unerring accuracy. Your hips jerked at the first electric touch, a strangled moan tearing from your throat.
"Say you won't do it again," he demanded, his fingers circled your clit with slow strokes.
Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed out your promise, "I won't, I promise I won't do it again... Please!" His hips never faltered, fucking into you with satisfying force.
With a scream of his name, your body finally shattered. The devastating orgasm made your body shake almost violently beneath Zayne. The rhythmic clenching and fluttering of your cunt milked his cock, triggering his own peak. With one, two, three more thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt and spilled himself inside you.
When the aftershocks faded, Zayne hand slid up your body to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing over your lips with a gentleness that belied the ruthless fucking of moments before. "Such a good girl," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to the racing pulse beneath your ear. "You took your punishment so well, love."
THE BRAT
What the actual fuck, Rafayel?
The words screamed in your head as you stared at the video feed, jaw slack and eyes wide. There he was, shirtless and sprawled out on the bed, a sheen of sweat glazing his lean torso. His hand was a blur on his cock, pumping furiously as he chased his release. And god, the sounds spilling from his lips, harsh pants and breathy moans, broken up by the occasional filthy word. Then with a guttural groan, he tipped over. Thick ropes of cum painted his stomach and chest, breath sawing in and out of his throat as he slowly came down.
The timestamp flashed at the bottom of the screen. 14:33. Over two hours ago.
That fucking liar. That goddamn, sexy, infuriating liar.
You had specifically told him not to touch himself until you got back. Had spelled it out plainly in your text, the words crystal clear on the screen. You can't touch yourself until I'm home Raf, I mean it. And yet here he was, not only touching himself but fucking filming it too.
He wanted to be a brat? Well, two could play that game.
โ
"Please cutie," he whimpered. He looked like he'd clawed his way out of his skin if he could, so desperate for your touch. For you.
"Please what, Raf?" you asked, pressing your forehead to his, breath mingling with his as you invaded his space. Up close, you could see the way his pupils were blown wide and dark, leaving only a thin ring of striking blue-pink. "What are you asking for, hmm?"
"I don't know," he whined, the sound catching in his throat. His hands clenched at his sides, fists curling into the sheets, fighting the urge to grab you, to pull you down on top of him and rut against you like an animal in heat. "I just...I need..."
He broke off, swallowing hard, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, catching on his hairline before disappearing into the dark locks. He was burning up, feverish with want and desperate for your touch.
"More," he finished lamely, the single syllable a broken plea.
"Oh, you need more? But you already jerked off today, baby. Was that not enough?" you asked, voice dripping with mock sympathy.
He was a debauched mess, and the sight of him like this, so hungry for your touch, so consumed by lust, made your core throb.
"Please, just let me eat you out, yeah?" he begged "I feel like I could die if I don't."
You let your soaked panties drop to the floor with a soft rustle, the damp fabric proof to how badly you wanted this too. His eyes turned feral the moment they landed on your glistening pussy when you laid on the bed beside him. He looked like a man starved, and you were a feast laid out before him.
"You can eat now" you granted, spreading your legs in invitation. The position left you feeling exposed, vulnerable in a way that made your heart race. But more than that, it made you feel powerful. To have this effect on Rafayel, to reduce a god like him to a begging, desperate mess...it was headier than any drug.
But he didn't immediately dive in like you expected. No, he had other plans. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your lips, and captured your mouth in a kiss. It was filthy and urgent, his tongue delving deep to taste you. All the while, his fingers stroked along your slit, teasing through the slick gathered there.
"So fucking soft" he muttered against your lips "So wet"
Then he pulled back, and before you could blink he brought his fingers to his mouth. Your eyes widened as you watched him lick your arousal from his skin. His eyes flared as the taste hit his tongue, a low moan rumbling in his chest.
Brat
Then he moved down to your cunt, and finally, blessedly, you felt the first swipe of his tongue along your dripping slit. A moan tore from your throat at the contact, your back arching off the bed as pleasure sparked through you like lightning. Rafayel groaned against your flesh, the sound vibrating so good it made your clit throb.
He licked you like a man possessed, tongue delving deep to lap up every drop. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging into the soft skin as he held you open for his feast.
"Fuck, you taste....mmmmhhh" he said between licks, words muffled against your pussy.
His words sent a fresh flood of wetness gushing from your sex, body responding eagerly to his filthy praise. He licked it up greedily.
"Get your hand back on your cock, Raf. Stroke it like you did on that video, I want to see you"
Rafayel loved being bossed around, and he was more than eager to obey. His hand flew to his cock, gripping it tightly as he began to pump his fist along the hard length. He matched the pace with two of his fingers thrusting deep inside you, curling them just right to hit a spot that made you toes curl.
"Fuck, you are such a good boy" you praised and he sucked your clit hard, his lips sealing around the sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing his fingers in harder.
Your fingers joined the fray, spreading your folds open for his mouth. You gave him the perfect view of your pussy, of the way your entrance clenched and fluttered around his fingers. He groaned in appreciation, flat tongue laving over your clit.
"I'm gonnaโah, fuck! Raf, yes!" Your words dissolved into a scream as you came. Your cunt clamped down on his fingers, rippling and gushing when pleasure exploded through every nerve ending.
He latched onto your pussy, mouth sealed tight to drink down every drop of your release. All the while, his hand never ceased its pace on his cock, chasing his peak.
When you finally tugged him away, his eyes were glazed over, pupils blown wide with lust. He pulled his fingers from your core, bringing them to his mouth again.
"I can't get enough of you."
"Look at your dick, so fucking hard" you teased "Looks like my pussy isn't the only slutty thing here."
Rafayel's hand twitched, aching to touch himself again, but you had removed his hand from his cock, leaving him wanting. He almost whined at the loss, his hips bucking up slightly.
"You seem quite desperate for more, Raf?"
"I am"
He didn't expect what happened next. Didn't expect you to lean forward and spit directly onto his straining cock. "Now you're ready for me"
Rafayel was pretty sure he died and went to heaven. Every nerve ending in his dick screamed with sensation, and when it leaked precum, he knew his cock agreed wholeheartedly.
But Rafayel didn't actually reach paradise until you climbed on top of him, straddling his hips with your cunt poised above his throbbing erection. He watched, enraptured and panting, as you slowly sank down. Inch by inch, until your ass finally pressed against his heavy, cum filled balls.
He groaned long and low, head falling back against the pillow as pleasure exploded through every cell in his body. His hips lifted reflexively, driving himself deeper into your welcoming heat.
"Fuck, cutie! You feel...ungh...incredible!" he grunted, fingers digging into the sheets beneath him.
Caught up in the hypnotic bounce of your breasts as you rode him and the way his cock disappeared inside your perfect, clenching pussy over and over again, vanishing only to reappear slick and glistening, he came.
His hips jerked erratically, his cock pulsing and throbbing as it pumped spurt after spurt of his hot cum deep inside you.
But he didn't let you miss out on your own release. He reached between your bodies and found your clit, he rubbed the sensitive nub with quick, firm circles, determined to drag you over the edge with him.
It only took a few strokes, a few perfectly placed caresses before you were crying out his name. Your pussy clenched down on his spurting cock, milking Rafayel for every last drop of his release.
Together you rode out the aftershocks, trembling and gasping in each other's arms as the last waves of pleasure rolled through you.
THE BRAT ENABLER
You feel Sylus's strong arms tighten around you as he holds you over his shoulder, your body bouncing with each of his long strides. Anger courses through your veins, demanding to be put down.
"Damn it, Sylus! Put. Me. Down!" Your breath comes in short gasps. "You can't just pull me out in the middle of a hunt!"
He just chuckles, one hand kneading the soft flesh of your ass. "I forgot how tiny you are. Barely a little thing."
You scoff, twisting in his grip. "Or maybe you're just a damn giant!"
"You didn't mind last night, when you were begging me not to stop, screaming my name while I was buried balls deep inside your tight little-"
"Sylus!" you hiss, face flushing hotly
He puts you down and your lips part on a gasp, eyes widening. He takes advantage, rubbing the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, tracing the soft swell. You bite down hard, teeth sinking into his skin.
He doesn't even flinch, just leans in closer, hot breath fanning your face. "Careful, kitten. You know I bite back, harder."
Storming towards his motorcycle, you feel Sylus's gaze burning into your back like a brand. He won't let you go back, and you know it. He's made that abundantly clear.
Sylus stops you with a hand on your shoulder. "Not so fast sweetie, why the sudden anger, hmmm?"
You grit your teeth, glaring up at him. "Don't call me that, not now"
"Would you prefer I call you the little witch who tried to stab me once?"
Your face burns hot at the memory of his blood on your hands, and the way he touched you afterwards. How his fingers traced your body, smearing his own blood across your skin. Marking you.
"Shut up," you mutter, trying to pull away. But Sylus holds firm, fingers digging into your shoulder, keeping you in place.
"Ah ah ah, not until you tell me why you're so angry." His thumb rubs slow circles on your shoulder, a maddening distraction. "Did I not tire you enough last night? Is that why you're trying to run off and play hero?"
You glare at him, but there's no real venom behind it now. "You're impossible," you mutter.
"And you're not going back to fight those wonderers" he counters, unyielding.
"So be angry all you want.. Give me hell if it makes you feel better. But you're not going back out there. Not today." He's not asking for your permission, he's telling you how it will be.
You glance furtively around the deserted area, ensuring no prying eyes witness your brazen actions. The adrenaline from the battle still courses through your veins, and you're looking for a new outlet. Your hand finds Sylus's hardening bulge, and you palm it roughly through his pants.
"Tell me, Sy," you murmur with false innocence as you squeeze his clothed erection. "Do you get off on me talking back to you like this? Does it turn you on to see me defy you?" Your fingers work at his zipper, tugging it down with a soft rasp that seems unnaturally loud in the quiet.
"You know it does" he smirks, his crimson eyes darkening with lust. "I love when you try to push my buttons. It makes me want to put you in your place."
You yank his pants and underwear down in one go, allowing his cock to spring free. It's already rock hard, and pulsing with need. You wrap your fingers around it, stroking him slowly before you drop to your knees and give the head a small lick "Mmm, looks like you're already so worked up"
You take him into your mouth, like you have done it countless times before, but it never fails to make your jaw ache and your throat burn. He's so damn big making you work for every inch. You breathe through your nose as you take him deeper, your nose pressing against the coarse hair at the base of his cock. You hold yourself there for a moment before pulling back slowly, tongue dragging along the thick vein on the underside.
He throbs against your tongue, cock pulsing with each beat of his heart. The taste of him, the weight of him heavy on your tongue, it's intoxicating. It makes your head spin and your pussy ache with a need that mirrors his own.
You know he loves this, loves the way you submit to him, the way you let him use your mouth for his pleasure. But you also know he loves it when you fight back, when you push him to the brink with your sharp tongue and your defiant eyes.
So as you pull back, your lips popping off the head of his cock with a pop, you look at him with a challenging glint in your eyes. "Like this, big boy?" your hand pumps his dick as you speak. "Or would you rather fuck me properly?
You plunge back down before he can answer, taking him deep, swallowing around him. You hold him there, looking up at him with tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
The sight of your tears streaking down your flushed cheeks, your makeup smeared and ruined from the force of his thrusts, his undoing. A groan tears from his throat and he throws his head back, eyes squeezing shut as spurt after thick spurt of his cum pumps directly down your throat. You swallow it down, your throat working to accommodate the volume of his release. The taste of him floods your senses, the salty, slightly bitter flavor coating your tongue as you gulp and swallow, not wanting to waste a single drop.
When the last spurts of his climax taper off, you slowly pull your mouth off his softening cock, and sit back on your heels, looking up at him with a satisfied smirk, your chin glistening with a few stray drops of cum.
"You taste even better when you're bossy, Sy" You giggle impishly, enjoying the way he's still trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving with the force of his orgasm.
He wastes no time in taking off your pants and panties after he hauls you up and off your feet, setting you down on the leather seat of his motorcycle.
He kneels between your splayed thighs, pushing them further apart to make room for his broad shoulders. Without warning, he leans in and spits directly on your pussy, the sudden wet heat startling a gasp from your throat.
He chuckles at your reaction "Let me hear you. Don't hold back, kitten. Give me everything."
His words are barely out of his mouth when he's licking a slow fat stripe up your slit, his tongue parting your lips to delve deep into your soaked folds. The feeling is so intense and so unexpected, that you arch clean off the motorcycle seat, a choked cry tearing from your throat.
"Ohmyfuckinggod!" You moan into your hand, your eyes rolling back and fluttering shut as his tongue works magic on your pussy.
The corners of his eyes crinkle with amusement at your reaction, clearly pleased by the effect he's having on you. "You were running that pretty little mouth of yours so eloquently just moments ago, use it again for me now"
You let your hand fall away from your mouth, your cries of pleasure filling the air unabashedly. Each flick of his tongue against your clit draws a shameless moan from your lips.
You can feel your arousal, mixed with Sylus's spit, dripping down your ass to the leather seat of his motorcycle. It's filthy, it's wrong, but it feels so unbelievably good.
He grips your thighs tighter, holding you open, keeping you exposed to his mouth and tongue. He's not going to let you close them, not until he's had his fill of your sweet nectar.
He suckles harder, his lips sealing around your clit as he draws it into his mouth, tongue swirling and flicking mercilessly. Your fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth leather as your body begins to tremble.
He nips your clit, soothing the sting with a long, slow lick before suckling harder pushing you over the edge.
He doesn't let up, continuing to lap at your spasming flesh, helping you ride out each glorious aftershock.
Finally, as the last waves of your climax begin to ebb, he pulls back and looks up at you with a smug, self satisfied grin, his eyes devouring the sight of your fucked out expression.
"Such a good girl"
THE BRAT BREAKER
He knew, he always did. When you teased him on purpose, and today you did.
Your flirtation with Nero was anything but subtle. Sitting on his desk, twirling your hair, chatting away about random nothings, it was clear you were putting on a show.
Poor Nero, ever the nice guy, fell for your charms hook, line, and sinker. He engaged with your playful banter, until a sharp glare from across the room pierced through the haze of his amiability. Xavier's look was enough to make the poor man scramble for an excuse, any excuse, to extract himself from the increasingly awkward situation. With a mumbled "I just remembered, I have that...thing..." Nero high tailed out of there faster than a Wanderer fleeing a Hunter's blade.
You turned to look at Xavier then, a coy smile on your lips. It was a smile that said, There, I hope that was enough to make you squirm.
Your little performance with Nero had only fueled Xavier's frustrations. The heat of his glare followed you as you sauntered away, a sway in your hips that spoke of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing.
And now, here you are. Kneeling before him, tears streaming down your cheeks as he thrusts deeper into your mouth. The strand of hair he pulls behind your ear is a gentle gesture amidst the rough treatment, a fleeting moment of tenderness.
"Look up at me when your mouth is full, Y/N" he commands, voice rough with desire and something darker. Something that says he's reached the end of his rope.
You obey, gazing up at him with watery eyes as he hilts himself fully in your mouth. The sensation of him hitting the back of your throat draws a gag from your lips.
"Good girl" he praises, thumb brushing away a tear.
"I love that my voice has you under my control" you squeeze your eyes shut and he continues "Yeah? Bet it feels good, doesn't it? Do you think Nero felt the same way when you were twirling your hair and flirting with him?" he pulls out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air.
His tone turns sharp, accusatory. The jealousy is still there, simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to boil over.
Before you can do anything, he's lifting you up and tossing you onto the bed. The world tilts and spins before you land on the soft mattress, your hair fanning out around you. For a moment, just a fleeting instant, you think this is it, this is when he'll finally fuck you.
But Xavier has other plans. He settles himself between your thighs, close enough that you can feel the whisper of his breath against your cunt. It makes you shiver and ache.
"You want to cum, don't you?"
"Yes, Xavie, please"
He chuckles, mocking and cruel. "I'm not going to put my mouth on a spoiled brat," he scoffs, one hand coming up to grip your hip "You want to cum, you work for it."
Your hands shake as you reach down, fingers brushing against your folds. You're dripping, absolutely soaked, your arousal coating your fingers as you part your lips and expose your puffy clit. A moan tumbles from your lips at the first touch, back arching slightly off the bed.
"That's it," he encourages "Show me how badly you want it.
You use your fingers to dip inside, running your palm over your clit at the same time. Your other hand moves up to your breast to pinch your nipple while you work yourself up.
Xavier watches, his face so close to where you are touching yourself, the back of your hand brushes against his chin and lips with each thrust of your fingers.
"So fucking needy. Go on, bunny, fuck your pretty little cunt. Make yourself cum all over your fingers"
Your fingers move faster, plunging harder, your palm grinding against your clit with each pass. Your breathing grows ragged, chest heaving, back arching as the pressure inside you builds to a fever pitch. You're so close, teetering on the edge, your walls starting to flutter and clench around your fingers.
And then, just as you're about to tumble over into sweet oblivion, you feel his hands on yours. Strong fingers curling around your wrist, pulling your hand away from your pussy. Your eyes fly open and you stare at him in disbelief.
"A-Xavie, please!" you keen as you stare up at him pleadingly, silently begging for relief.
Xavier moves over you, his body covering yours completely. He hooks his arms under your knees, pulling them up and back until your legs are pressed against your chest, knees by your ears. The new position leaves you exposed, completely open and vulnerable to him. The weight of his body settles over you, stealing your breath away, making it difficult to draw in air.
The moment you start to feel lightheaded, he finally gives you what you need. With one brutal thrust, he buries himself inside you, stretching you wide around his fat cock. The sudden penetration draws a scream of pleasure from your throat.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight" He doesn't give you a moment to adjust before he starts moving, hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm. Each thrust punches the air from your lungs, leaving you gasping and mewling with each drive of his cock deep inside you.
"Let's get one thing straight," he growls "No one fucking touches you but me. No one makes this pretty pussy theirs but me," he snarls, one hand fisting in your hair and giving it a sharp tug. The slight pain only heightens the overwhelming pleasure.
"Yes Xav! It's just you, only ever you! Please, please please!" you babble mindlessly, too far gone to care about anything but the feel of him moving inside you.
He leans down, teeth finding the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder, biting and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. He's branding you, marking you, making sure everyone knows that you belong to him and him alone. His free hand finds your clit, rubbing it in tight, rough circles, pushing you closer to the edge of oblivion.
"You're mine, say it. Tell me who this cunt belongs to," he demands as he pinches your clit hard, the mix of pleasure and pain drawing a scream from your throat.
"Yours!" you wail "It's yours, Xavi! All yours!" Your pussy clamps down around him, rippling and fluttering as you come undone beneath him. You gush around his cock, making the obscene squelching noises even louder.
He fucks you through your high, drawing out your pleasure until you're a boneless mess beneath him. Only then does he allow himself to find his own release.
His hips give a few more shallow thrusts, working himself through the aftershocks and then collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his softening cock still nestled deep inside your cunt.
Your lungs burn, body aching in the best way possible, but one thing is crystal clear, you belong to him, utterly and completely. And he won't let anyone, not even you, forget it.
