robby certified stress eater!!! you get it, blue. it's the side of robby that's pure pleasure dom. maybe he's always had a bit of it going on, but let's be real, he never would have had to work that hard to satisfy whoever's in his bed. he knows exactly where to touch and stroke. he knows where nerves are the most sensitive. but it's not a given with dennis. robby feels insecure. he needs to try harder. really lean in and prove to dennis that he made a good choice by crawling into an old man's bed. so, he makes it his mission to melt the boy's mind every. fucking. time.
he'd be peacocking around like never before, high off the constant ego boost. it's not until they have a petty argument one day when they're both exhausted and wrung out that dennis refuses robby's touch. a sex ban? is he serious? and that's when robby realizes that he's not a pleasure dom. he's a pathetic service top who just needs to make his boy feel good or else he'll just die!!!
"please, baby. you don't have to do anything. just lay down for me, sweetheart. let daddy take care of you. anything you want. i don't even have to touch you. we can play with your toys. c'mon, honey. give daddy twenty minutes."
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he's so...he's so all over the place. like yeah he's so daddy dom when Dennis is being a brat and not behaving and not taking care of himself but when he does something on accident to piss off his sweet boy that Robby is that one whore mirror image. Because if he isn't taking care of Dennis, what is his purpose?
Dennis in previous relationships never had the pleasure of getting good oral. Never even got it reciprocated 9 times out of 10. He's shy about it, horrible about asking for it, and in his mind makes up a lie that he must not enjoy it if he's gone so long without needing it.
Robby needs it. Craves it. He holds so much pride that he's the person who was able to make Dennis fall apart on his tongue, he's the one who gets to taste him. He loves how is only focus is finding ways to make Dennis squirm, how to replicate those little whines of pleasure, how his entire mouth and nose and head is just Dennis Dennis Dennis-
Unfortunately, because he's gone so long without, Dennis can withhold himself from pleasure a lot easier than Robby can. Denials don't bother him; a real punishment is overstimming him until he's in tears going wait wait wait, daddy i can't, please stop-
Robby can't go without. He's addicted to it. And Dennis knows this and decides to sleep fully nude, complaining about how hot it is in the bedroom. Makes sure he's wearing those tighter scrub bottoms, jeans, pants that squeeze at him perfectly. Lounges on the couch, legs spread so Robby gets a view of all that he's missing.
And Robby is on the ground, knees and back be damned, going "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'll fix it. Daddy will fix it baby, whatever you want, Dennis, please, let me make you feel better."
(all Dennis wanted was for his stupid boyfriend to admit that yes he gets cranky when he doesn't sleep enough so yes they should go to bed earlier)
Whipped, absolutely, utterly Dennis'-face-everywhere-level obsessed Robby is the only thing that need to be real. And «pretty», «beauty», etc. endearments too.
Everyone in the Pitt is having a mental health crisis (per the usual with this place, it seems), and Dennis feels as though it’s his duty to get them all on the same page
What better way to do that than by making them focus on one singular thing?
After a shift where Dennis is safely home, and Trinity is most definitely at Garcia’s or someone else’s home for a hookup, Dennis sends two simple texts to the morning group chat
Whitaker: Thinking of chopping my curls off
Whitaker: How do we feel about buzz cuts?
Pandemonium
The group chat lights up with pleas for Dennis to stop whatever the fuck he’s doing in that very moment
The influx of calls starts to make his phone vibrate violently in his hands. Everyone is desperately trying to reach him. He even starts getting texts from night shift; they've recruited everyone to stop him. It’s funny. It’s so fucking funny
Maybe he’ll wear a baseball cap to work tomorrow with all of his hair tucked in so it looks like he actually went through with it
Dr Michael Robinavitch was a whore. Dennis knew that Robby had slept with a lot of people, including a lot of people that worked at the hospital before they started dating. Although Dennis had dated before, his number was nowhere close and he didnt come into contact with people he had hooked up with like his boyfriend did, he assumed he would be the jealous one. Robby being the jealous and possessive one was not the most shocking thing, it was the whimpering and begging Robby did to express his jealousy.
It started on a random weekday, not long after they started dating, they had a visit in the pitt from a higher up that kept touching Robby with familiarity, Dennis knew immediately they had slept together. Whitaker spent the rest of the shift a little grumpy with his boyfriend and spoke to Langdon and Mohan more to avoid presenting to the attending. They hadnt have any explicit plans to hang out put Robby pulled up to Dennis as he was heading to the bus stop, Santos had the day off, and asked Dennis if he wanted to come over. The petulant annoyance was no longer there and Dennis was happy to spend the evening with his partner.
Some nights they ordered takeout and watched mindless TV whilst they chatted, this was not one of those nights, it followed the variant of clothes being thrown throughout the house as they pawed at each other till they reached the king sized bed.
Robby was on top of him, panting in Dennis's ear, rutting into him when Dennis heard it.
"Mine, just mine right baby?"
"No one else's, all mine"
"Just for me aren't you?"
They were begged into his ear, whimpering as he asked each question, practically sobbing into the younger man. Dennis might have given it more thought if he wasnt on the edge.
Even when both men were finished and Robby had pulled out, he stayed on top of Dennis and placed kisses over his face and neck. He could feel little licks along his skin from Robby, before he latched onto his collarbone, with his mouth not moving off the skin he looked up at Dennis's wide eyes.
"Can I mark you up baby?"
Dennis nodded in shocked silence and moaned at the hickey he was receiving. Robby was rubbing himself all over Dennis, spreading his scent to make sure they both smelt like him.
"Everyone is going to know your mine, even if you dont talk to me, they know you belong to me, right?"
He was looking up at Dennis with wide vulnerable eyes, he looked practically drunk, when Dennis agreed, Robby's whole face lit up. Robby continued licking and pawing at Dennis whimpering and practically humping at his younger partner.
Dennis quickly found out how to use it to his advantage, if he didnt speak to Robby for an hour, Robby would be all over him as soon as they got back to his. Dennis would always spend the next day covered in hickies, bites and pink rashes from his boyfriends beard.
Once Dennis complemented a doctor that came down for a consultation that was assisted by someone Robby had slept with. Dennis could tell they had slept together and that she wanted to again with the looks she was sending the attending. Dennis wanted to annoy Robby by complimenting the other doctor and completely forgot about the older man's jealousy tendencies.
Robby heard the compliment and practically turned into velcro beside him, their arms touching, his gaze constantly returning to Dennis, and practically whimpering when Dennis looked elsewhere.
Robby pulled Dennis into the nearest bathroom cubicle and dropped to his knees rubbing his face all over Dennis's crotch.
"Please baby, let me blow you, let me show you that you should keep me"
"Go on then Robby"
"OK baby. Ill be so good for you. Do this forever so you are always mine"
Dennis realised he only had to smile at the male cashier a little too much to have Robby begging to blow him in the car.
Dennis needed to talk loudly to Santos about when they went out and the attention he recieved to have Robby whimpering every second that they were alone that he would fuck Dennis so good when they get home.
Dennis thirsted over an actor on TV and Robby was practically humping his leg like a dog, begging Dennis to pay him attention, complimenting Dennis like his life depended on it.
Some people might get annoyed with the jealous possessiveness of Robby but Dennis loved that he could turn the strong and powerful attending Dr Robby into a sobbing whimpering mess begging him to stay with him. The power went to his head sometimes.
Other times Dennis covered Robby's neck in hickies and bruises, smirking at Robby's previous hook ups when they saw the markings.
Robby may have been a man whore but now he belonged to Dennis
Trinity Santos walks into the Pitt everyday with a bucket of unresolved trauma, a toxic yuri situationship, and Dennis Whitaker hanging off her belt like a labubu and still manages to serve cunt
i know that when a book describes dragons picking up their riders they probably mean scruffing them by the neck in their mouths like a kitten, but i always imagine something like this
“Have there been any changes in your diet recently?”
It's not a peculiar question from Zayne but it's certainly unexpected when his head is between your legs. The words barely process in your brain, too focused on the just out of reach orgasm. You squirm, trying to tug his hair to get him to go back to what he was doing.
“Why-why do you ask?”
“You taste…different.” He states, licking his lips. You blink away the fog in your brain, utterly confused.
“Bad different?”
“No. Just…sweeter.” He says, hands keeping your thighs firmly apart. His grip tightens as you twist once more, not exactly in the mood for conversation.
“As your doctor, these changes can be symptoms of other issues.” He sounds as if you’re on the examination table, not splayed out beneath him in bed.
“Zayne I-I thought we agreed you weren’t my doctor when we’re naked. At least, unless I ask you to be.” You complain, just about ready to go insane with need.
“Right. Of course.” You sigh in relief, shutting your eyes in anticipation. But what you’re not expecting is for the bed to dip as he moves away from you. You open your eyes to see him reaching for his discarded shirt. You prop yourself up, a mixture of shock and confusion running through you.
“What are you doing?” You question. He pauses, a tiny smirk on his face.
“You won’t answer my question unless we’re dressed, correct?”
“…I’ve been eating more pineapple. Happy?” You snap, tugging his shirt out of his grip and tossing it aside. In a flash, he sinks between your legs once more, tongue tracing your slit.
MDNI! This is my original work. Please do not post to another site or to AI. Thank you and happy reading!
Summary: God!Zayne comes home and is behaving like he’s in heat. Human!Princess Reader is trying not to die. God!Zayne is all too eager to tie up his beloved wife with his god powers and go to town (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)
TW/Tags: Smut, breathplay, spanking, mentioned light impact play and cunnilingus, coming inside/unsafe sex, possessiveness, mention of breeding, established couple, alcohol chocolate comes back but in the form of alcoholic dates (idk if that works/has same effect), God!Zayne, Human!Reader, Fem!Reader, Princess!Reader. Zayne calls you ‘princess’ and ‘your highness’ because it’s your title and cause it’s hot (and cause I said so). God!Zayne is a freak and possessive
A/N: I wrote this at five in the morning instead of sleeping in. Happy reading :). And as James A. Janisse says: Be good people.
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Shaky moans tumbling through your swollen lips with each hard thrust, your body rocking forward on their bed drenched in your juices and cum.
“Z-Zayne please!” you wailed.
He simply responded by tipping your body forward to push your face into the sheets. Your cries became muffled but it made Zayne go harder on you. His cock was ramming so deep and so hard your mind was becoming dangerously empty from the white-hot pleasure in your veins.
Your eyes rolled into your skull as you came around his cock again, a scream ripping out of your when a clear squirt erupted all over both of your thighs. Your body curled tighter on itself, your toes curling so tight as you were reduced to broken whimpers.
Zayne clicked his tongue like a scolding parent. He brought his hand down hard on your ass, pleasure shooting throughout your body as it pulled a startled but weepy moan from you.
“You’ve dirtied our sheets, naughty girl,” he said, somehow sounding totally unbothered and not at all fatigued despite making you come for the last hour.
You panted harshly and whimpered, “‘M sorry! ‘M sorry! ‘M sorry!” you cried with each mean thrust.
He sighed softly, bending over your sweaty back and kissing up your spine before mouthing at your neck, thoroughly marked with his bite marks and hickeys, desecrating you in his love and devotion.
“It’s okay, Princess,” Zayne suckled on the marks before gently teething on your skin. “As long as it’s me and my cock you’re getting messy over. I’ll let you stain all my possessions with your delicious cum.”
He nipped at your ear, moaning so deeply with his velvety soft voice.
The sound made your cunt squeeze harder around his cock. He knew how wild it made your hearing him—the powerful god of annihilation—moan and whine like he was in heat. And he was using it as a weapon against you to keep you pliant for him to breed you.
At least that’s what you believe he’s been trying to do ever since he came home with a dark look on his face. If it weren't for the throbbing erection under his long skirt and the familiar perfume of carob candy you were saving for your actual honeymoon, you’d think he was in bloodlust and not lust-lust.
You barely got a full greeting out when your god-husband entered your home and began stalking over to you. You didn’t get to ask what was wrong or why his runic tattoos were glowing so hot on his body, or why he was using his divine glowing magic to lasso and pull you into his scalding body.
You didn’t get to ask about how he got access to the candy aphrodisiac you were experimenting with or how he was suddenly so much more feral with his desires. You didn’t ask why he made your come all over his tongue and face with no regard for getting himself undressed, and making your writhe in his arms as he finger-fucked your so hard your legs completely stop working.
Your god-husband made your come so hard it sprayed onto his ornate weapons still laying on the table. And he didn’t even care when you squirted on his tapestries that held a past far richer than your father’s kingdom was.
You didn’t get to ask. And he didn’t bother telling.
You whined and tried to pull away from him. He was treating you like a mere toy for his desires, tying you up tight with his glowing god powers and fucking you stupid.
You were picturing your god-husband to be sweet and gentle with you on your honeymoon. That he would take his time kissing every plane and ridge of your body before he made love to you. You didn’t expect a ferocious hunger and desire from him as he fucked you like a rabid dog.
You couldn’t get far, not with your arms bound tight behind your back and your legs forced wide open with the same glowing, magical bondage, but you got far enough to make Zayne upset.
The god pulled himself off of you so abruptly before grabbing your hips and forcibly yanking you back down across the stained sheets.
You yelped and broke into a shattered scream of his name when in one fluid motion, he drove his cock deep and hard, right into your swollen cervix, somehow still begging and aching for more of his brutal treatment. His cock was splitting you open and you couldn’t do much about it but succumb to the pleasure.
“Where do you think you’re going, Princess?” He yanked you up with a thin rope glowing light around your neck and snarled in your ear. He pulled out slightly before slamming back in. “Huh?”
You saw white on impact and nearly crumpled over in your pleasure-pain. You felt the rope tighten around your neck and whined brokenly when the air became restricted, making you more dizzy with pleasure.
“You think you can run?” He pulled back and did the same thing again, keeping the light wrapped around your neck and winding it a few times around his hand to pull you closer. “You’re not going anywhere. Not until this sacred ritual is over.”
A strangled moan left you when the rope tightened, your vision blurring as your pleasure ramped even higher. Your gummy walls convulsed around his throbbing and hot cock.
“I’m not stopping until your pussy knows it’s mine. Until you’ve been molded to my shape so nothing and no one—no human or god—can make you feel as good as I make you feel,” Zayne growled in your ear. The dark possessive words caused a deep thrill, shuddering through your body.
“Got it?” He yanked the rope back, choking you in the process of keeping you closer.
“Yes!” You gasped, breaking into trembling and guttural moans, “Please, yes! Yes! Yes!” you screamed at each mind-melting thrust. The mushroomed tip of his cock bullied your sensitive cervix, stirring up your aching cunny.
“Good,” he hummed so happily like a kid finally getting his honey candy from the candy store. Zayne loosened the rope and your vision flooded back with the oxygen in your lungs. You gasped heavily and sobbed behind clenched teeth as your body began to shake with another orgasm.
You whimpered and tried to roll your hips away so you could catch your breath, but ended up grinding your hips back into his. “F-fu-ughh! Ah fu-uhk! Ah, Zayne!!” you panted harshly.
You squirmed harder, desperate to get off—both from his sinfully perfect cock carving into your quivering cunt, and to come one last time before your brain completely melted out of your head and you were reduced to nothing but a breathing toy for your lover.
Zayne took you trying to wriggle away from him as a challenge. He made more glowing ropes and tied your down tighter. The rope around your neck appeared again and he used it like a leash, keeping you flushed to his body.
“I told you not to leave. To stay and behave,” he hissed in your ear. His movements only became more precise and brutal. Your eyes rolled into your skull as your vision whited out.
“Come for me. Now.”
It was through his verbal command that your body finally let go.
Your mouth fell open with a shattering cry loud enough to shake the heavens. Your body violently twisted as you came again. It felt like molten fire was coursing through your entire body, heightening all of your sensations and warping your pain into pleasure.
Your body went completely slack against his and he made all the ropes disappear from your body. Your arms fell limply from behind your back and your head lolled against his shoulder like you were a drunkard.
Zayne easily held you by your waist and moved you up and down on his cock. He was moaning much louder now and his movements were getting sloppier.
Your mouth hung open, letting out wet and garbled moans but no words left you. A line of drool left your lips, unable to beat the thick haze of pleasure. Your vision was so unfocused and glazed over as your brain was reduced to the simplest thoughts of pleasure and the person giving you that pleasure.
Zayne finally came, his cum shooting up inside you in thick ropes, coating your insides and finally marking you as his.
Being claimed by him in such a feral way made your stomach flutter. You moaned softly when he laid you carefully on the bed, his body draping protectively over yours.
His giant hands rubbed up and down your sides. Each sweep slowly cleared your mind and you were able to focus on your surroundings again.
Soft dark sheets, the ornate bedside table, a familiar scarred hand lacing your fingers with his…
You took a deep breath and curled into him, you wrapped his arm around your body, accepting his warm shield around your vulnerable form. You kissed his knuckles and looked back at him.
“Hello,” he said meekly.
You just smiled and hummed, nuzzling into his hand. Your throat was sore and you were a little too tired to be verbal.
“So… I found your new sweets…” he admitted quietly. “With alcohol in it…”
You hummed, nodding. You figured as much.
He spoke the same way he did when he asked you, a human princess, for your hand in marriage. In that shy voice that would have been uncharacteristic for any other male god too high off their supply of ego. But not for your god-husband.
He always spoke to you like you were a divine goddess who created the stars. So hearing him get so possessive and unhinged by his desires, having him split you open on the thick girth of his cock, creaming all over his shaft and balls, made your burn with a dark delight.
You turned back around, carefully slipping his limp cock out of you, and nuzzled into his chest. You could feel his cum dribbling slowly out of your pussy and onto your thighs. You shivered as the carnal delight of being claimed ebbed through you again.
“Let me get you some water and clean you up,” Zayne said.
You frowned immediately and shook your head, clinging to the god tighter.
“But you’re going to be uncomfortable,” he tried.
You huffed and buried your face into his neck. You ran your nose along his soft skin, taking in the god’s scent before you bit down and earned a startled yelp from your god-husband.
“Alright,” he laughed softly, his hands smoothing over your back. “Just don’t eat me alive.”
You let go and stared up at him, with a raised eyebrow.
“You’re right,” he looked away, his ears blooming red. “I shouldn't be asking you that. I’m sorry, my Princess.”
You hummed triumphantly and then nestled against him again. You ran your hands over his chest, drinking in all of his soft curves and toned muscles from eons of combat.
“So bossy…” Zayne kissed your forehead.
You pinched his nipple between your fingers, forcing a sudden whimper from the god. The sound made your stomach flutter and the heat ache again between your legs. Your cunt squeezed tight, pushing more of his seed out but already aching again.
Zayne glared at you before a dark smile bloomed on his face.
“So you want to keep playing?” He rolled them over and leaned over you. His long raven-colored hair curtained around your head.
You sucked in a small breath, pinching your thighs together to try and alleviate the ache.
“Then let’s keep playing,” Zayne smoothed his hands up your sides before he grabbed your breasts. “Your Highness,” he purred.
You moaned and your hips bucked hard against his when he pinched your sensitive nipples. Your clit bumped against his hardening cock, your pleasure nearly blinding you with stars.
Watching him spread your legs and rub his cock against your drenched sex, you only prayed that you'd make it out alive.
Your eyes rolled back when he sank in and a throaty moan drawled out of you.
Well, if this is what Heaven looked like, you weren't going to complain.
Zayne had always been one that didn’t shy away from taming your bratty attitude, especially when it could interfere with his ability to focus on his patients, but that didn’t mean he didn’t indulge his darling sometimes.
He chided you all morning, telling you to stop messing with him before he’d bend you over his desk. You didn’t believe him.. why would you? He was a man of composure and will, he couldn’t crack that easily.
But he was always weak in every aspect of his normally put-together life when it came to you.
He had let you get too bratty today, his focus split between you and his endless amounts of paperwork.
He didn’t even put up much of a fight when you dragged him down to his couch and started riding him like he’d disappear if he wasn’t prodding your cervix with his red cockhead.
He was whining, hands gripping weakly at your hips as he guided you along his thick cock. “Darling, please… faster.”
He couldn’t pretend he wasn’t gonna cum any chance you gave him, he was so pretty and messy when you took control and he loved it so so much; he loved everything you did to him.
He was whimpering so helplessly, he wouldn’t have been surprised if his coworkers thought there was a sick puppy in his office. Nope, he was just a sick man if anything.
“Please, please… let me cum, baby. I’m being good, please,” he croaked out, his nails digging into your thighs anytime you slowed down or stopped just to edge him a bit longer.
“No, no, no.. you’re so mean, you’re so mean..” he babbled, leaning forward against your chest to drag you up and down his pulsing cock. “Need to cum in you..”
His hips bucked helplessly, not able to stop his movements as his ears reddened at the lewd sounds your messy pussy was creating.
It was a lost cause though, he couldn’t handle any more edging and you were too sweet to torture him any longer.
His grip on your hips tightened as he came, thick ropes shooting into your womb aa the excess created a ring around the base of his cock. “Thank you, thank you..” he repeated, nuzzling against your neck as he felt you clenching down on him like he belonged inside you. “I love you, baby… don’t move yet.” His soft murmurs grew quiet as his fingers idly traced your tummy.
Good thing he cleared his schedule for the day.. he didn’t think he’d be able to stand up straight for a while.
bae is always up before you and i’m imagining it’s one of his days off, so he has time. he’ll look at you sleeping so peacefully, his eyes trailing down your body beneath the sheets in admiration.
his cock will literally jump in his boxers when he thinks about pulling your panties down your legs and sticking his tongue and nose between your soft lips.
so—because you’ve given him permission before to use you whenever he pleases—he’ll get beneath the blankets, gently place your legs over his shoulders, lay flat on his stomach, and he’s doing just that. your man is EATING!!!!
zayne likes when you have a some bush, too. it actually makes him so hard to feel your curls tickling his face. he’s legit burying his face in it.
he’ll start with your clit, gently sucking on the sensitive nub as he grips the outside of your thighs. he always pulls you deeper into him as if he can’t be any closer.
FACT: HE IS HUMPING THE BED WHEN YOU START WHIMPERING AS YOU WAKE UP!!!!
“good morning, love.” then a longgg lick up your slit. AND HE KISSES YOUR PUSSY, TELLING YOU HOW GOOD SHE’S BEEN FOR HIM. HOW PRETTY SHE IS…“forgive me for waking you. i just couldn’t help myself.”
you don’t even get to respond because his tongue is in your hole, taking your juices and lathering your pussy with it.
precum? all in his boxers. his cock is covered with it and he wants MORE.
and when you start gripping his hair…oh he’s drunk. the way you mewl for him, cry his name—besides your slick on his tongue, that’s his drug right there.
he’ll slow down when you get ready to come because he loves coming with you.
“don’t be upset with me. i’m right there…wait for me.”
and even when you both finish, his face messy and his cock wet with his cum…he’s climbing up and fucking it into you.
✎A/N; here it is babes!! sowwryyy for the eternal waittt! CALEB'S IS SOOO LONG OMG IDK WHAT HAPPEND Y'ALL!!! Regardless, rlly hope ur enjoying it^^ xoxo
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ꪆৎ RAFAYEL
Your thighs are soaked and if you could, you'd feel embarrassed right now.
But that thought barely registers over the raw heat twisting in your belly. It's just the way Rafayel's broken moans and his hands trembling on your hips as you ride him that remind you just how much of a mess you are.
"Drippin' alllll over me, cutie," The wrecked gasp makes your pussy only embrace his cock in a snug hug, his grip on your hip tightening. "D-don't ya wanna take a lil break?— F-fuckkkk. M'—"
"N-nooooo, Raf'."
God, you're gonna be the death of him.
He's already at his wit's end, his spent cock barely holding onto the vicious grip of your greedy pussy. But once he heared your protesting whine over the obnonxious wet squelch squelch squelches of your sobbing cunt, he can feel his cock throbbing hard.
Your eyes meet the far back of your skull as you feel his girth swell, streeeetching your walls apart again so good.
"Don't wanna stop. Feels sooooo good, baby." The shy smile twitching up your plump lips is a stark contast to your ruthless hips slamming down onto his pelvis, and even though his dick is sweeling so angry he fears he might explode, he's still going to eat it up like he does every single time.
"Ohh-kay, cutie. G-gonna— gonna give my baby what she wants."
A strangled sound rips from his lungs as your walls clench around him again, cock twitching so frenzied inside you, glistening with your mixed juices, and so spent but still so ravenous to ram into you, deep.
He's flushed deep red now, your hands almost slipping from his sweat-slicked chest, coral locs sticking to his temple where he lies beneath you in a daze.
"Pretty." You spurt out, heat flooding your body as you take his face in hand, running your shaking flinger over his quivering, kiss-bitten lips. "You look so pretty Raf. Want— no need to—"
"F-fuck, baby, yer' gonna milk me dry," he chokes out, voice breaking on a whimper.
Oh, he's not lasting for long.
His eyes roll back as your walls clamp down on him again, fluttering so tight, so wet, it feels like your body's trying to wring every last drop out of him.
And you do.
Your hands slam down on his chest now, grinding down with reckless, mindless need. "Y-yes." you sweet growl, makes the hair on his neck stand up, teeth caging his lip. "Need you to fill me up, Raf. Need it sososo bad— hurts, it hurts!"
You bounce harder, thighs quivering, the obscene squelch of your slick echoing through the room with every punishing slam of your hips. His cock twitches inside you, overstimulated and swollen, flushed an angry red from how many times he's already shot his load into you, but your greedy cunt just won't let him go.
It’s damn near deafening—the relentless thwack, thwack, thwack of your ass slamming down onto his thighs.
The sound is soaked in slick, each impact wetter than the last. His spent, hot and thick cum already spilling out of you from your insatiable hunger, sticking messily to the insides of your thighs and the curve of your ass, smearing with every bounce, making everything sticky and so much worse.
“God, you're—fuck—you're making a mess of me, cutie," he gasps, clutching your waist like a lifeline, trying to slow you down, but your body has other plans. Your selfish walls tighten around him like a vice, milking his angry, flushed tip for every squirting spurt from his slit.
"I need you to cum again. Please," you cry out, grinding down deep, his cockhead kissing your cervix with each brutal drop of yours. "Wan' your cum, Raf! Need ya to fill me up again, wanna be stuffed, baby. Can't—nghhh!—can't stop until you breed me."
"Breed you?"
The sound he lets out is downright animalistic, his hips snapping up with brutal force, matching your pace with a ferocity that makes your eyes roll back. "Fuckin insatiable. Already dripping and it's still not enough, h-hahh?" He's fucking up into you now, ironclap grip on your hips surely leaving marks as your body jolts and falls ontop of his, your restless hips twisting and twitching against his brutal thrusts.
"G-gonna pump your greedy fucking pussy so full— o-ohhh, yeahhh."
You whimper is so high-pitched you barely recognize yourself anymore, body convulsing as your climax rips through you, and even in your haze you don't stop. You keep clenching, desperate to squeeze another load from his overstimulated, twitching cock.
He's babbling now, lost in it, eyes glazed and teeth clenched so tight he might break his jaw. "Ohhh, it's comin, m' cummin' take it take it take—"
"Mhmmm, give it ta me, Raf! Allll of it, one more, pleaseeee!"
At that, his slit spurts one last whispy load of cum into the depth of your pussy, and you grind happily down onto him to make it stay there, deep inside of you, humming in delight at the warmth flooding through you.
And as he feels your fluttering walls clench around him again, your hips slowly grinding down again, his head falls back against the sheets, a raw, desperate whimper escaping his throat.
Your walls clamp around him fiercely, squeezing so tight, demanding more.
He can't. He can't he can't he—
His hands dig into your ass, lifting you higher, up, up, up— until his cum seeps from your spent, dripping heat, a pleased sigh following suit.
But then your eyes meet his, wide and pleading, and your hands wrap around his slick, spent cock, fingers trembling as they stroke him, coated in his own mess.
Well, he can surely take—
"One more, please?"
Right?
ꪆৎ CALEB
Hot.
The only word to describe your feelings right now, because it has you wound up so tight, you're trembling. You think you might explode if you're sweet, teasing boyfriend won't fill you up this very moment.
But the way Caleb's looking at you in the mirror, he might beat you to it.
"You feel it too, don't you, Cay'?" you whisper, rocking your ass back against the bulge straining so painfully in his grey sweats.
They cling to him, snug and low on his hips, almost too tight. His bare chest is fully exposed, every cut of muscle gleaming under the low light of the room, your squirming shadow dancing over his skin and reflecting off the mirror.
His grin is sharp, eyes burning with hunger, preying over you through the mirror, a palm pressing to your lower belly, just below the waistband of your panties.
"Feel it? Baby, I smell it."
His voice is a growl against your skin, lips dragging slow and wet down the curve of your neck. He breathes you in, tongue flicking out to lick a long stripe from your neck all the way to the shell of your ear. "You're soaked."
You whimper as he rolls his hips, grinding his aching cock into you, still hidden beneath the fabric of his boxers. His other hand cups your throat from behind, guiding your gaze back to the mirror.
"Look."
You do.
"O-oh."
It's fucking obscene.
Your panties are halfway down your thighs, your legs shaking as you brace yourself against the dresser, your boyfriend's bare chest pressed to your back, hand tightening against your throat, almost daring you to look away.
Burning. Every fieber of your being is burning up, screaming at every slight touch of him. The faintest brush of his fingers against your skin sends you twitching.
A needy whimper slips out as you feel the thick press of his bulge grinding against your ass. You arch and roll your hips back into him, shamelessly, pleading without words, silently begging him to do something— anything, to ease this ache between your thighs before you actually go insane.
"In all these years together," he murmurs against your ear, voice low and dangerous. "I've never seen you like this, pips'. What's got you so hot and bothered tonight?"
You meet his eyes in the mirror before tearing them down to his fingers tugging at the hem of your panties.
"It's y-your fault. All because of—"
"Me?" His grip tightens, voice a whisper against your ear in surprise.
"Mhmmm."
"Hm. Can't have my baby all pouty now, can I?"
He whirls you around in one fluid motion, effortlessly scooping you up and tossing you onto the bed
Fuck that damned mirror, he wants the real thing.
He rips your panties the rest of the way off, strong biceps pushing your legs apart, groaning low in his throat at the sight of your weeping cunny, screaming for his attention.
"Oh fuckkk," he mutters, eyes wild and flickering between your glisterning pussy up to your flustered face. "T-this is—" he pauses, finger swiping through your folds to collect your slick, dick jumping in his pants as he sees your hole clenching around nothing, juices dripping in the process, "—heaven."
You whimper as he dips down to lick a stripe up your inner thigh, hot breath ghosting over your pussy. You could damn near scream from his endles teasing, damn near crying as your hips buck up towards his face with a frustrated groan. "N-no teasin'! Please, pleasepleaseplease—"
"Hush, baby. It's her turn now."
Before you can even think of quirking your eyebrows in question he's already burying his face between your thighs, and you let out a scream.
His tongue is fucking relentless, flicking the muscle over your clit with cruel precision before loooong drags collect your juices, his adam's apple bobbing as he's slurping up every drop.
It's like he's starving, and well, maybe he actually is.
His hot tongue circles your puffy button slow just to watch you twitch, then sucks it between his lips with so much force that your legs threathen to clamp around his head.
Until you actually do.
Thighs locking his head in place, your hands scrambling through his hair. He groans against your pussy, the sound feral, almost a whimper, sending vibrations straight through your core. Your fingers scramble through his thick brown locs, tangling and twisting until you're yanking them hard from the roots.
"Yeahhh, use me, baby. C'mon."
His rambles dissapear into your pussy, responding moan so filthy and needy. He could get used to this new neediness of yours.
God, he loves this.
He wraps his arms tighter around your thighs, locking you in place, and whining into your pussy like he's gone mad.
"Just like that, Cay'! Nghhh! don't stop, soooo good!"
Yeah, he's gone mad.
And you? You're gone.
Drooling, rutting your hips into his mouth without a shred of shame. Your body moves on instinct now, so lost in the pleasure that your eyes flutter shut, tummy sucking in as you feel yourself nearing your release.
Slurp, slurp, slurps fill the room and it's so messy— your juices coating the lower half of his face, some bleeding into the sheets below.
He glances up, pulling back just enough, and fuck, what a sight.
Your eyes glisten with unshed tears, wide and glassy pupils blown. A firm drip of drool escapes the corner of your mouth, tracing a long line down your chin. You sniffle softly, nose red and a thin sheen of sweat clings to your skin.
"My poor, poor baby."
The soft tone of his voice is a stark betrayal of what his mouth is doing to you.
His tongue is merciless, flicking and lapping at your folds with so much persicion, every lick calculated to push you further towards your limits.
He latches onto your clit with a groan, sucking hard, your thighs seizing up around his head in a headlock. Your fingers claw uselessly at the sheets, legs kicking, entire body coiled tight.
"G-god, Caleb! So good, don't stop, don't—"
Right then, your orgasm crashes over you with so much force, your head digs back into the matress. Your hips buck up wildly, unable to process the sudden pleasure washing over you, and your sweet, loving boyfriend licks you through it.
He just keeps going, keeps tasting you, even as your thighs shake and you try to twist away from from him, his wet hot tongue overwhelming you.
It's so much, too much, but still, you want—
"M-moreee! Wan' more! Need to—"
Smack!
The sharp sudden sting hits your soaked pussy before you can finish the sentence, palm cracking against your sensitive folds with a wet slap. You let out a loud, broken cry, your head twisting against the pillow as your thighs clamp together on instinct.
"No worries. Gonna give it to ya'."
Only then does he spread you open with both hands, thumbs dragging your slick folds apart to admire the way you twitch and throb. And only then does he finally pull back, tongue slipping out to taste you one last time, his chin and lips soaked, glistening with your juices.
He stays like that, lower face shining in your essance, to lazy to even bother wiping it away as his eyes lock onto you, pupils darkening.
And as he sees your hungry gaze he silently thanks the whole damn universe for your sudden neediness today.
Fucking finally a time for his inner freak to shine.
You're already moving before he says a word, scrambling weakly up onto your knees, hands clutching at his waistband like a woman possessed.
And maybe you are.
"Hurryyyyyy," you whimper, dragging the word out through a long sob. "P-please, baby! Pleaseeee, I want— Need you in me right now."
Oh, how impatient you are.
Eagerly, he shoves his sweats down and kicks them off, cock already flushed and leaking from the torture. He doesn't dare to tease, already climbing ontop of you to grab your hips, and drives into you in one deep thrust.
The stretch is so sharp and overwhelming that you scream out, white-hot blaze overcoming you.
Your walls clamp down around him so fiercely he groans, his pre squirting out with urgency, head falling back, eyes rolling shut.
He underestimated you.
"H-holy shit, baby—so damn tight— h-hahhh!"
You're already back into your drunken daze, meeting his thrusts as your heat-addled clit grinds against his faint brown trail of hair.
"Harder," you pant, nails clawing at his shoulders, his strong arms quick to lift your legs onto his shoulders, hitting your g-spot over and over again.
But it's not enough.
"I said hahhh-harder, Caleb—"
He growls, pushing your legs firmly against your shoulders, your legs dangling above your head as he slams into you faster now, rougher. Unrelenting. His hands dig into the flesh of your thighs, the new position causing your muscles to burn from the stretch, and every thrust hits you so deep, fat tip kissing your cervix, your vision blurs.
"Not gonna last," he blurts out, mouth covered in your slick now attacking yours, diving in as if your mouth would grant him air. "You're too fucking—shit! Toooo good—"
He's going to be the death of you.
"C-cum inside, baby." you moan, hands griping his shoulders, biceps, hips, anything to make him ram into your greddy cunny faster, longing for him to prod at your womb. "Need your cum, baby. F-fill me— uhhh! up!"
His balls tighten, almost painfully so, mouth hanging open as drool drips down, right into your awating mouth and he just know this isn't going to be the last load for him tonight.
He knocks the breath out of you with a brutal push of his hips, his girth hauling your walls further apart as his fat mushroomy head throbs, close, soooo close to fill you to the brim.
"A-alright, pips. Anything for my needy princess."
You're going to be the death of him.
ꪆৎ SYLUS
You're trembling, knees straddling Sylus's broad hips, riding him like your entire body burns with desperate need. His hands grip your thighs, trying to ground you, get you to slow down, but it's already to late.
"Gods," he groans, voice hoarse, on the brink of cracking. His dark, ruby eyes in search of yours and you swear he grows even larger inside you as your eyes lock. "You're killing me here, sweetie."
"M' sorry, Sy. Can't stop, can't—"
His lips crash down onto yours, muffling your pleas with a desperate kiss. His strong hands tighten on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer, every thrust deeper and more urgent than the last.
"You don't have to," he murmurs against your mouth, voice thick with lust, ruby eyes eating you alive. "Have me. Use me."
He's done it now.
You grind down harder, hips snapping desperately against him, breath uneven and broken. And every frantic roll of yours pulls a low growl from his throat, his girthy length pulsating inside your gooey walls.
His hefty cock draaags along every sensitive nerve inside you, thick and heavy, stretching your weeping walls to their limit and you swear he gets harder with every needy rut you throw at him.
"Honey, I don't think I can—"
His jaw clenches tightly, teeth grazing his bottom lip as he struggles to maintain his composure. His head sinks into the sheets, gray hair forming a halo around his head as cheery eyes flutter before snapping back to yours, pupils blown wide.
"Y-you're so— sooo"
"Hmm? M' what, Sy'?"
You whimper, grinding down until he's pressed so deep you can feel him bulging inside your lower belly, leaving a visible imprint of himself there.
And It's only driving you further into insanity.
"You're gonna ruin me," he pants, voice thick with lust, a slight crack audible. "Ohhh, gonna fucking ruin me, sweetie. L-look at you."
You press your forehead against his, panting, your walls clench so tight you feel every vein and even the slight right curve of his girth.
Sylus's hands travel up your sides, grip ironclad, his thumbs digging into your ribs. His control is slipping, obvious in the way his dark ruby eyes widen, groan rumbling in his chest when you shift your weight and rock your hips harder against him.
He oggles at your eyes rolling to the back of your head, gripping your nape and pulling you down until his mouth meets yours agar, slamming his mouth against yours with such force, teeth and tongues clash.
"You're everything," he mutters against your lips, saliva connecting you both, voice cracking under the pressure. "So fucking perfect."
Your nails dig into his shoulders, breath hitching in desperate gasps in rythm to the bed creaking under you both as his hips jerk, matching your frantic rhythm.
"Keep going, love." He breaks into a grunt as your head falls into the crook of his neck, painting his ivory skin with bubbling drool.
"Thaaat's my girl."
There's nothing else inside your fucked out mind except for him him and more him.
Sylus. Sylus. Sylus.
Feisty hips bouncing on him, desperate to feel every inch, every frantic pulse, your walls fluttering, dragging Sylus closer to the edge with every desperate thrust.
And you notice from his deep groan, his parted lips aswell as his hands sliding under your arms, pulling you impossibly closer. His breath fans across your skin, heavy and ragged.
"You're driving me mad." He's a drooling mess himself now, thighs clenching as his balls tighten up, so damn close to filling your eager cunt up.
You lift your head before pathetically falling against his lips, saliva messily smearing all across his lower face.
He growls, hips snapping up with brutal force, obscenely loud and wet plap plap plap echoing the room, his grip on your hips tightening, his fingers digging in like you could dissapear if he ever dared to let go.
"I'm close" He moans shamelessly into your mouth now, burrying his cock deeper, reddened tip hitting your cervix with each of his bold jerks up into you. "So close."
"N-ghhh, me t-toooo!" you sob, words barely forming through your moans.
"Gonna cum! Gonna fucking cum, Sy! Pleaseee—"
Then he surges upright, wrapping one strong arm around your waist, the other sliding down to grip your ass with a loud smack! and slam you down on him, over and over until you're voice betrays you, wails and whimpers flooding out from your lips.
His cock drives up into you so deep your toes curl, hitting the same perfect spot again and again, robbing cries from your sobbing pussy.
Plap plap plap.
"Better hold on tight, sweetie."
He grabs your hips, slams up, and fucks you like he hates you. The bed shrieks, holding on for deat life as the headboard rattles against the walls and in these moments you're thankful you live in the N109-Zone with no neighbours.
"Yesyesyes! Js like that, Sy!"
There's a thick white ring of your slick forming at the base of his cock, clinging to him with every brutal thrust, and when he looks down and sees it, something snaps inside him.
He flips you onto your stomach, quickly slipping inside your addicting heat again, as if it pains him to not be inside your for any second longer. His cock slips back inside your dripping heat with a lewd twack! and the both of you groan, breath hitching in sync as he sinks in to the hilt for the nth time tonight.
Your back arches, panting against the pillow as your nails claw at the sheets, loud whail earning a breathless chuckle from man above.
"Please Sy! Need your cum s-so bad— need you to breed me."
He lets out a broken sound, somewhere between a gasp and a growl before burying himself deep with one last snap of his hips.
His body stiffens as his cock twitches and pulses inside you, flooding you with wave after wave of hot white cum. You clench down hard, milking him for what he's worth, moaning his name as your own orgasm hits like a shockwave, body trembling beneath his.
He stays pressed against you, breath harsh against your neck, hand splayed across your lower back to keep you right where he wants you, lewd squelch from your stuffed cunny letting out a broken whine. You twitch under him, drooling into the pillow, body still shaking from how hard you came.
"This heat's not out of you yet, is it?"
You shake your head with a weak cry, drooling against the pillow.
"Then," he muses, kissing the shell of your ear, slow and almost sweet,
"Best start picking out a new bed you want, sweetie."
ꪆৎ XAVIER
"It's little moments like these,"
he pants against your ear, "that remind you just how much more my sweet princess can take."
You're out of breath, slick and shaking from everything he's already wrung out of you, but he couldn't care less. He doesn't even want you to recover and catch your breath.
And he sure as hell doesn't let you.
He spins you around like youre a mere feather-weight, palms branding into your hips as he manhandles you onto the bed, chest down and ass up.
Your hands scramble for purchase, fingers knotting into the sheets just as you feel the blunt heat of his hefty length press between your thighs again, his cock smearing pre over the curve of your ass, coating it in a shining glee.
"Could get used to you being like this, you know," he hums, one slender finger tracing up your stomach before resting on one of your breasts, giving it a tight squeeze, "you loooove getting all cockdrunk and dumb on me, huh?"
"Mhmm! Love you! Love your—"
"Say it right."
His words pierce through just like his dick through past your puffy folds, tip curving right against the spot that has you mewling out, almost like a button being pressed.
A sharp smack! to your ass follows his firm words, soon rubbing soothingly over the reddened globe as his cock slides out, leaving only his tip cramped in your hole.
"L-love it when you fuck me dumb, Xav'! Love getting drunk on your cock! But p-please..."
Your hips jerk back, earning a growl from his as he inspects your greedy pussy engulfing half of his length now, eager to suck him back in whole.
"... Still not enough. Need more."
Your pleading whimpers are muffled against the pillow face first as he fully rams into you again, body firmly pressed against yours. His throbbing girth is fully nestled inside you, his light chuckle hot against your ear.
"Talking outta that greedy pussy again."
You bite your lip in shame or amusement, you don't know. Desperate and wild grinds of your hips move back against his, rutting hard with every agonizingly slow drag of his hips.
He slides in and out of you like butter, your previous squirts of juices and his thick hot cum creating the perfect lubricant.
It's filthy— the kind of slick, nasty glide that sends sparks through your overstimulated nerves. Every time he pulls back, a string of mixed fluids clings between your swollen folds and his soaked cock, glistening, connecting you to him like a leash. The wet schlik schlik schlik of it echoes in the room, punctuated only by your choked moans and the brutal slap of skin on skin.
You're so swollen, so stretched, your body clutching at him like he's your prey.
"Tight fuckin' thing," he snarls, hands gripping your waist, forming half moons with his nails on your skin. "Keep moving those hips for me, angel— o-oh fuckkkk! Don't stop."
You don't. You can't. Rutting back with abandon, desperate and so greedy, your hips roll and slam into his with haste. You can feel every throb of his cock inside you, feel it twitch and pulse as his rhythm grows savage.
Fuck, you could die like this— pressed neatly against the sheets with your beloved boyfriend rutting you deeper into the matress for the nth time tonight.
His pace turns feral, brutal, the whaming of his hips against your ass growing harder, meaner.
"Y-yes! Yes, Xav! Gimmie more baby," you pant, hands reaching back to grip at his ass, thigh, anything to make him plug deeper into you, your stuffed cunny shrieking and squeking with every of his brutal thrusts, "m-more."
"My pillow princess can't even think straight now, hmm?. She's doing the talking for you now, huh?"
You grind faster, rubbing your clit against the curve of his pelvis, breath hitching in shaky gasps. The way he holds you, the weight of him pressing into your back, makes you lose yourself completely— heat spilling over, body shaking with need.
"Greedy little hole doesn't wanna let me go," he hisses, panting harder now, fucking you through the clench, feeling your now god-knows which-one-orgasm aproach. "A-ahhhh, hear that? Oh yeah, so fucking loud, begging me to fill her up again."
No answer, you're just cumming, squirting against the sheets, orgasm hitting you like a punch in the gut and fuck— he surely is digging in it.
His hand wretch your head up by your neck now, ocean eyes drinking up your agape mouth, lolling out tongue and your fluttering eyes, biting his lip to keep him from cummin in you right then and—
Shit.
Xavier's voice catches in his throat. His head tips back, throat bared. His hands try to grip your waist, then fall limp beside you helplessly, falling right ontop of you as now faint whisps of cum spurt out, meekly adding to the previous buckets of cum resting in your flodded pussy.
And he's still hard.
Well, you don't seem to be satisfied either. Not with your desperate arches, trying to get him to move even though he's fully laying ontop of you, barely leaving you air to breathe.
"O-one more." you purr, one hand trailing down to lock his fingers with yours.
He twitches inside you weakly, shaky sigh escaping him and glassy eyes snapping open.
You still want more?
"You're killing me, princess."
You giggle against the pillow, low lidded eyes shooting him a smug grin, spit painted mouth glisterning.
"Good."
ꪆৎ ZAYNE
In what world could he've known that his sweet little wife could get like this?
Sure, he's always pliant to your needs, always does his best to grant your every wish, make you happy. He'd kiss your ankles if you asked, worship the ground you walked on with no shame at all.
You're his wife, after all. His one and only.
But this? This has his mind fucking reeling.
He's never, not once, seen you like this—wild-eyed and sweat-slicked, mouth parted in shameless moans as you grind yourself up into him with no sign of stopping. Your nails drag hot down his spine, then grip tight around his ass, pulling him into you, holding him there like he might even think to leave.
Like he could.
Zayne groans, loud and ragged, hips stuttering as your soaked, greedy cunt sucks him right back in every time he tries to pull out. You're milking him, clenching down; your body refusing to give him a moment's rest—and it's driving him insane.
"Not e-enough," you gasp, lips brushing the shell of his ear, voice so wrecked it makes his cock twitch inside you. "Need more. Wanna feel your cock deeeeep inside."
Well, he can't complain, to be honest.
"More?" he pants, almost incredulous. But the way he smiles, like he's so far gone on you it hurts says everything needed to be said. "Already fucked my darling wife dumb. Doesn't even know what nasty of a mouth she's got on her now."
You just moan, nodding that fucked-out little head of yours frantically, lips dragging across his throat as you rock your hips up again, taking him even deeper. He moans, losing his rhythm completely, slamming back into you with a helpless sound that borders on a whimper.
Your light chuckle sweels his heart—and cock. You kiss his cheek, sweet and breathless. "Yours, Zayne. All yours. Now give it ta' me."
You've done it now. You broke your poor husband's brain.
Before you can blink, he's flipped you over, your knees pressed into the mattress, arms trembling under your weight. You barely register the movement before his leaking tip is already forcing its way back in, sliding through your slick pussy.
He spanks you. Hard.
"You want more?"
"Oh fuckkk yes, I—!"
But he's not talking to you. His gazes falls directly down to your greedy cunny sucking him in, examining the mess that drip drip drips down your legs and onto the sheets.
"Want me to ruin my pretty wife, huh?"
He snarls at your snug cunny and takes the loud squelch! as an answer, bracing his hands on both of your ass cheeks, spreading you wiiiide to get a better view.
"Alright. Then take it, you nasty girl."
Skin slapping skin, his hips driving forward in brutal, punishing thrusts, fucking you with none of that usual sweetness of his. Just raw, filthy. You cry out, over and over, face buried in the sheets, hands clawing for purchase, head spinning with dizziness.
God, you're husband's out of this world. You're not even sure what you did to deserve a man like him.
"I'll take it, all of it!" you sob, hips pushing back to meet his every thrust. "Want it all, Zayne! W-wanna feel all hot and full inside—!"
He actually growls like some beast, ramming his cock damn near into your poor womb, and you scream when his hand snakes down and smacks your clit, a wet slap! followed by furious circles that make your thighs quake.
"You like that, don't you?" he growls, head falling to the crook of your neck to sink his teeth into your shoulder, earning a shriek. "Like me pounding you stupid while your pretty little cunt begs for more?"
You nod frantically, sobbing, helpless to the way your orgasm starts to crest, so tight and fast, your walls spasming around him, trying to milk him again.
"My wife's talking outta her pussy again, huh?" he huffs, snapping his hips harder, tip forming a deep buldge in your tummy. "Sloppy little hole just keeps begging. She's so loud, baby."
Your orgasm slams into you like a wave, shattering you completely. Your arms give out under the weight of it, body collapsing onto the soaked sheets as your cunt gushes around him, spraying down your thighs in a messy rush, soaking his cock and making a lewd, slick sound as he fucks you through it. And he doesn't even slow down, just drives in harder, chasing his own end with vicious rams.
"Want more, Zayne... please,"
Voice wrecked and slurred, your body's still trembling from the last orgasm. You're soaked, dripping, stretched and raw, but that greedy little pulse in your cunt won't stop—you're still needy, still aching.
Zayne's panting above you, face flushed, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. He’s still buried to the hilt inside you, cock twitching, cum leaking out around the base with every tiny clench of your slick walls.
"W-what about a quick break, darling? Promise I'll—"
"N-noooo," you whine, lip wobbling, eyes stinging as water builds at your lash line, hipsalready back to rutting and arching back into him, his fresh seed spilling from your overflowed hole. “Pleaseee, baby. Want more, my husband's fucking me soooo good."
"Alright then."
His voice is wrecked, but the second he sees the tears in your eyes and the desperate grind of your hips against his, he snaps. Whatever doubt or exhaustion he had left is gone.
He leans in close, presses wet kisses to your cheek as his thrusts get messier and more frantic. "Happy wife," his cock twitches deep inside you, mushroomy head pulsating with fatigue, spurting the last remnats of his whispy cum,
caleb’s a fucking mess under you, sprawled on his creaking bed, your slick pussy swallowing his cock as you bounce hard, each slam making his eyes roll back. he’s trying to talk about airplanes, clinging to some shred of control, but his moans and filthy thoughts keep spilling out, his hands groping every inch of your body like a desperate perv.
“the 747’s—fuck, so fucking tight—got a, ngh, thrust-to-weight ratio—” he chokes, a guttural moan cutting him off as you grind down, your wet cunt clenching his throbbing cock. his eyes are wild, darting from your bouncing tits to your sweat-slicked thighs, drinking in how your body jiggles, pussy lips stretched around him. his hands are everywhere—one gripping your hip, fingers sinking in the soft skin, the other squeezing your ass cheek so hard it’ll bruise, pulling you down to take his cock deeper. “shit, you’re milking me,” he groans, voice raw.
he tries again, panting. “wingspan’s like—oh god, fuck—200 feet or—” another moan rips through, his hips jerking up, cock slamming into you, hitting so deep you gasp. he’s staring at your dripping pussy, the way it sucks him in, slick coating his base, and he’s losing it. “wanna fill you up so bad,” he blurts, not even thinking, his hand sliding to your lower stomach, pressing where he can feel his cock bulge. “fuck, look at you, taking it like a champ.”
his words are sloppy, half airplane facts, half depravity. “jet engines—shit, so wet—push 60,000 pounds, but your pussy’s—” he cuts off, whining as you roll your hips, grinding your clit against him, making his cock twitch. his other hand roams, grabbing your thigh, then your waist, fingers brushing the slick mess where you’re joined. “gonna cum so hard in you,” he mumbles, eyes locked on your bouncing form, obsessed with how your ass slaps his thighs, how your pussy drips down his balls.
“don’t even know—fuck, fuck—cruising altitude’s nothing compared to—” he’s babbling, moaning louder, thrusting up sloppily to meet your bounces. his hands grip harder, one sliding to spread your ass, staring at your tight hole in the opposite mirror as he imagines fucking it next. “you feel so good!” he rasps, voice breaking, too gone to care how pathetic he sounds. he’s humping up, cock pulsing, hands groping frantically, lost in your body and his own filthy, incoherent thoughts.
a/n: you can tell I had to do research for this one☝🏼🤓
