NERD! ZAYNE TEACHING THE GUYS HOW TO MAKE A GIRL CUM USING YOU AS VISUAL AIDš
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*Yes, this is a fuck you to that bitter anon.
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"They are full of shit" Caleb wiped a stray drop of alcohol from his mouth with the back of his hand and glared at nobody in particular. "The girls on the third floor make up half that stuff for fun."
You were wedged in the middle, squeezed between Caleb and Rafayel on the edge of a mattress that groaned under the collective weight. Every time someone moved, the springs let out a pathetic little squeak. The alcohol was starting to feel like a warm, heavy blanket behind your eyes, blurring the room into soft edges, but it was definitely making you feel a little more brave. Or reckless. Probably both.
Youād know these idiots since freshman orientation. Two years of shared greasy takeout, late night study sessions, and brutal hungover Sundays. That messy stretch of friendship was the only reason you felt comfortable enough to let your filter slip.
"It's not just the third floor," you said, tracing a finger around the rim of your cup. "It's everybody. The nursing majors. The track team. Pretty much every girl I've talked to. They all said the same thing, that you guys look like you belong on a billboard, but fuck like clumsy horny dogs."
"A horny dog? Seriously?" Rafayel looked genuinely wounded. "I am an artist and a very attentive one."
"You think lighting candles counts as attentiveness."
"It contributes."
From across the room, Sylus remained focused on his phone.
"Let them talk," his thumb paused over the screen "The loudest complaints usually come from people who never say what they really want."
You laughed "That's what you're going with?"
Sylus shrugged.
"Fine. Caleb?" he immediately looked suspicious.
"What?"
"That girl from the lacrosse team you fucked last weekend..."
Caleb groaned. "Oh, come on."
"How do you know she actually finished?"
"Because she told me she did."
"And?"
"And she was loooooud."
You stared at him and saw his confidence falter slightly.
"Girls do that so you'll speed up and get it over with"
Caleb opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked toward the window, his jaw shifting. "She... she wrapped her legs around my waist the entire time. That means it was good, right?"
"That means she was trying to get more friction because you weren't hitting the right spots," you said turning your head towards Rafayel "What about you?"
Rafayel straightened. "What about me?"
"When was the last time you actually looked down to see what was happening instead of just listening to the noises she was making?"
Rafayel's face turned a bright pink that extended to the tips of his ears. "I can tell by the rhythm. The atmosphere shifts."
"The atmosphere doesn't make a girl cum, Raf," you laughed, the whiskey bubbling up in your chest.
Across the room Xavier finally lifted his head from the rug, his hair stuck out in every direction.
"I just do it until they tell me to stop."
The room went quiet.
"Xavi, that is not the reassuring answer you think it is."
"Oh." he considered that.
"See?" you said, pointing around the room. "None of you actually know how to make a girl cum, you just assume you did a great job because you're hot, and then leave them to finish the job themselves after you fall asleep."
"That's correct"
The words cut through the conversation.
Zayne didn't look up from his anatomy textbook, he just adjusted his glasses and continued reading for a few more second before lifting his eyes.
Caleb barked out a laugh. "Oh, here we go."
Zayne ignored him.
"Most guys operate on assumptions rather than observation."
"Listen to the expert," Caleb said. "A man whose dating life exists entirely in textbooks."
Zayne's expression didn't change. "I understand the theory better than you"
"Theory?" Caleb repeated.
"Anatomy, Caleb."
"That's a lot of confidence for someone talking in hypotheticals." Sylus teased.
Zayne hesitated "It isn't as complicated as people make it out to be. I can show you."
"Do it." the words left your mouth before you could calculate the weight of them. "Show them."
Caleb sat up straighter. Rafayel looked interested. Xavier was really awake now.
The room suddenly felt smaller.
Sylus finally dropped his phone into his lap, his gaze locking onto your face, heavy and unblinking.
āZayne didn't blink either. A dark red flush crept from beneath the collar of his black sweater, staining his throat. He looked at your cup, then at the space between his own knees, his jaw working as he swallowed.
Shit Shit Shit
ā"We're... we've known each other a long time, this feels like we're crossing a line."
ā"She asked," Sylus stood, the leather chair groaning beneath him. He crossed the room to slide the deadbolt into place before he leaned against the door and folded his arms. "And the doctor says he has the answers. Let's see a demonstration."
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āThe floorboards felt cold under your bare feet. Taking your clothes off wasn't nearly as smooth as moments like this looked in movies. It was awkward, rushed, and far too real. Your jeans caught on your ankles as you kicked them off, your bra strap twisting before you cleared it from your arms.
ā"Sit here," Zayne whispered. He was now sitting on the edge of the mattress, knees spread wide apart.
You moved into the gap between his thighs. His chest felt warm against your shoulder blades.
Caleb and Rafayel pulled two chairs forward and Xavier stayed on the floor, dragging himself closer until his knees almost touched your ankle.
Before moving anywhere else, Zayne clamped his hands around your waist. His palms felt warm against your skin, holding you steady between his thighs.
"The skin requires warming first, If you touch her when she's cold, the muscles contract. It closes the blood vessels."
āHis hands slid higher, the friction of his palms catching against your ribcage. He paused when he reached your breasts, using his fingers to lift and shape them without any sudden squeezing. He kept his touch frustratingly light, his thumbs sweeping in slow arcs across the base before flicking directly over the tight tips.
āA gasp caught in your throat, slipping out as a sharp breath. You dug your fingers into his knees, squeezing just to keep from writhing away from his hands.
"Are those goosebumps?" Xavier asked from below before reaching out, his hand hovering an inch from your left knee before he dropped it back to the floor.
"Yes, but it's an involuntary reaction," Zayne leaned his head forward, his hair brushing against your earlobe. "It doesn't mean she's cold."
Caleb cleared his throat, looking down at his hands, then back at you.
The sudden loss of Zayne's touch on your breasts made you shiver, his hands already traveling down your abdomen to grip your inner thighs. He parted your legs wide, exposing you to the heavy stares of the room. Under the direct glow of the desk lamp, the skin of your inner thighs visibly trembled.
His knuckles dragged over your outer lips and he stalled there, his jaw tightening as he drew his hand back and stared down at the slight sheenānot nearly enough.
"Sheās nervous and that's completely normal. Any friction here would just cause irritation."
"So you're stuck," Rafayel said. He was leaning so far forward his chest rested against his knees, his eyes wide and tracking every movement of Zayneās hand.
"No."
Zayne brought his hand up to your face and pressed his middle and index finger against your bottom lip, forcing your mouth open. The scent of paper vanished under the wet heat of your mouth. "Wet them."
You took his fingers in, tongue curling around them. Zayne watched your lips close around his knuckles, his chest expanding against your back, before he pulled them out with a wet pop, a thin thread of saliva breaking between his hand and your mouth.
ā"You only need to do this once to get things moving," Zayne explained guiding his wet fingers back down between your thighs. "If a man needs to re wet his fingers or use lube over and over, it means heās doing something wrong."
He pressed his slick fingers directly against your clit, rubbing an agonizingly perfect circle.
A sharp cry broke from your lips and he rested the heel of his hand firmly against your pelvic bone, using that grounding weight to steady his touch while his index and middle fingers began a slow, testing exploration of the skin surrounding the swollen bud. He moved in light crescent shapes, mapping the outer edges first without touching the center directly.
Your hips moved, trying to force his hand to hit your favorite spots, but Zayne held your waist with his other hand, keeping you still.
"Not yet," his voice was losing its stiffness "Look at how she reacts when I go near it. She's so sensitive right here. Such a good girl for letting you all see." The bastard knew about your praise kink. Of course he knew.
He changed the strokes to a firm downward motion along the sides before gathering the slick that was beginning to coat his knuckles and smoothing it back up. He watched your skin change color under his fingers, his thumb finally making direct contact with your clit, pressing down and tracing a tight, clockwise circle.
Your thighs twitched, knees trying to clamp shut around his arm.
"Don't hide," his thumb switched direction, drawing slow figure eight that dragged across the very top of the bud before dipping into the soft groove underneath. "Let them watch how wet you get when someone actually takes their time with you. You look so pretty when you're dripping like this."
Across from you, Caleb's hands were gripping his own knees so hard the fabric of his sweatpants strained. His eyes were wide and fixed entirely on the gloss of your skin where Zayneās thumb was slicking the fluid back and forth, finding the exact weight that made your head fall back against his shoulder "Sheās... sheās shaking..." his voice sounded rough and uneven.
Rafayel moved to the edge of his seat, his fingers tangling in the hem of his shirt, his face had gone from pink to tomato red "And the color is different..."
"Because the blood is pooling exactly where itās supposed to," Zayne told them increasing the pressure just a fraction until you let out a broken whimper. "If you change the rhythm too fast, you lose the progress, so find the pattern she responds to, and you stay there."
From the floor, Xavier stared at the small twitches of your hole "Sheās pulling in, like she wants to wrap around something."
Sylus stepped away from the door, his hands were out of his pockets now, his knuckles white as he watched Zayneās fingers spread your folds apart, exposing the wet, pink interior completely "She's begging for it."
āZayne looked up at the four men watching.
ā"The manual rhythm is only the baseline, the tissue is highly receptive to temperature and texture. Anything you can execute with your hands, you can replicate, and enhance, with your mouth.
āHe brought his index finger directly to the very tip of your swollen clit, pressing with small, localized prods.
"If you use the tip of your tongue like this," Zayne explained, his finger mimicking the flicking motion against the sensitive bud, making your hips jump, "you target the isolated nerve clusters. It's high intensity and it forces the blood to the surface faster."
He then slid his index and middle fingers tightly together, flattening them against each other to create a wider, smoother surface. He pressed the flat length of both fingers firmly against your entire center, dragging them in a long upward stroke from your entrance all the way up to your clit.
"But when she gets overwhelmed, you switch," Zayne said as he repeated the stroke "You have to use the whole flat of your tongue like this. It dampens the sharp sting of the sensitivity while keeping the heat building. You alternate based on how much she's twitching."
He used his other hand to gently pull your lips apart "Look at the opening," Zayne's breath felt soooo hot against your neck. "When the nerves are active, the tissue swells. It opens on its own."
Behind you, something thick pressed firmly into the cleft of your ass. Zayne was completely hard. His glasses had slid down his nose, but he didn't take his hands away to fix them.
ā"Zaynie..." you moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder again. The sight of the guys watching you was winding the coil in your belly tighter and tighter.
ā"Tell them," Zayne ordered, his fingers digging harder into the top of your clit. "Tell them what it feels like."
ā"It's... it's so good," you sobbed out "I... Zayne, I need...fuck...."
Sylus moved closer.
ā"The internal contractions," Zayne told them, his words breaking as his thumb worked in a fast circle. "They will milk whatever is inside. Just one finger in. Now. Feel it."
ā"Now?" Rafayel stammered, his hand shaking as he reached out.
"Now!" you ripped the word straight from your chest,
āThey moved together, a crowded rush of limbs. Four fingers,all pushed into your wet pussy at once.
Your muscles clamped down in spasms. Caleb let out a low curse, his head dropping against your thigh as you squeezed his finger. "Fucking hell... tight little pussy."
"Keep your fingers still," Zayne's thumb was still holding pressure against your twitching clit while he kept your hips steady against his own shaking thighs. "Feel the rhythm. That's her release."
Rafayel didn't speak, his eyes were fixed on his finger buried inside you.
The silence returned slowly, punctuated only by the sound of you trying to catch your breath. One by one, the fingers withdrew, leaving your cunt open and drooling. You collapsed back into Zayne, your muscles humming with the aftershocks.
Four men stood around the bed, looking down at their wet hands. Zayne was breathing hard against your neck, one hand shaking visibly as he pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose.
He cleared his throat, his voice cracking slightly "Are there... any other questions?"
Xavier raised his hand slowly to his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste the wetness on his knuckle, his eyes completely dark as he stared at your open thighs.
"Yeah," he said "Can you teach us how to make her squirt?"
āā .ā¦ šššš°ššš¼š : valko holds you open. caleb takes you apart. and you're not sure which one is going to break you first.
āā .ā¦ š¶š°šššøšš šš“š šš¼ššŗš : explicit content (18+), minors dni, threesome, oral sex (f. reader receiving), cunnilingus, voyeurism, possessive behavior, praise kink, biting/marking, two uses of pup as a petname, rough handling, overstimulation, slight degradation if you squint. not proof read oopsie ><
š½ššš šš»š¼šš¾š¼ššŗ š“šµš°šš how Valko's nails feel just like claws in this moment āpressed into the soft, vulnerable dip of your hips, not quite breaking skin but promising they could, the points of them just shy of painful as he holds you open, keeping you spread wide and shamelessly for the other man kneeling in front of you at the foot of the bed. You're nestled against the warmth of Valko's bare chest, the fine dusting of chest hair tickling your backside, the sheets rough beneath your palms. He's nothing but solid, a warm wall against your back, his breath hot against the curve of your ear every time you try to squirm.
"Stop fidgeting." His voice is a low, gravelly rasp that buzzes against your skin, and you feel itāthat vibration traveling down your spine, settling low in your belly where it curls and churns into something deeper. Neediness. Want... You can't pinpoint what you're feeling, your head cloudy with thoughts that only circled back to the two men and the sticky wetness between your thighs.
Valko nips at the shell of your ear and you whimper. "I said you'd take what he gives you. Didn't I?"
Caleb is between your thighs, and he hasn't even touched you yet. He's just looking, those eyes of his heavy lidded and insatiable, letting his gaze drag over you like he's memorizing every detail ā from the soft little twitch of your cunt to the way your folds glisten with your slick, irrefutable evidence of your aching want. He keeps his hands resting on your kneesāwarm, steady, but still despite how much you try to squirm beneath his palms. His breath ghosts across your cunt, and you feel it, that little whisper of heat, that anticipation that makes your thighs tremble, promoting Valko to tighten his hold to keep you right where both men wanted you.
"Look at her," Caleb murmurs in a saccharine tone, and his voice is low, almost distracted, like he's talking to himself. "She's alreadyā" He pauses, and you feel his thumb trace the inside of your thigh, up from the crease of skin all the way to your twitching little bud, featherlight, a question more than a touch as he tilts his head. "Fuck."
And then his mouth is on you.
Not fast. Not eager. Slow. His tongue flattens against you, broad and hot, and he tastes youājust once, just a sampleāand the sound he makes afterwards has you melting helplessly against Valkoā that low, helpless hum in the back of his throat... it might have been the sexiest thing you've ever heard. His hands tighten on your thighs, fingers pressing into the soft flesh, and he's breathing you in, his nose brushing your clit with every lazy stroke of his tongue, drinking in every drop of your taste, insistent on imprinting it on his tastebuds.
"Stop holding your breath." Valko's teeth graze your shoulder and he huffs something that sounds like a laugh when your head falls back against his huff shoulder, and his nails press deeperājust enough for you to feel them, to remember who's in control, keeping you pinned against him. "He can't eat you properly if you're tensed up. Relax for me, pretty pup."
And you try. You really do.
You try to relax, but Caleb's tongue is circling your clit, slow and deliberate, tracing the shape of you like he's painting, like he's got all night and he's determined to use every second. His hair is soft against your inner thighs, tickling the sensitive skin, his breath is hot and uneven, and when he moans against you the vibration of it shoots through your clit and for a moment you you feel the sound in all the way up in your teeth.
"That's it," Valko murmurs when you let out something akin to a sob and a moan all mixed into one pathetic little sound, and his voice is softer now, almost reverent, his lips brushing your hair. "That's my girl. Taking it so well. Let him have you."
You're faintly aware of how Valko grinds against you everytime Caleb dips down to slurp at your juices.
Caleb pulls back just enough to breathe, and his chin is slick, glossy in the dim light, his lips parted and reddened. He looks up at you, meets your eyes, and grins, a dark shadow glazing over his eyes, something that makes you feel like prey. "She's dripping," he says, and his voice is shot, wrecked, barely a whisper as he makes a show of his eyes locking with Valko's behind you, licking his lips. "Everywhere. Valko, she'sā"
"I know." Valko's hand slides from your hip to your stomach, splaying flat, feeling the way you clench. "I can feel her." He presses a kiss to the corner of your jaw, soft, almost gentle. "She's so responsive, isn't she? Gets so wet when we both look at her."
Caleb doesn't answer ā he looks so fucked out already that you don't think he can ā he just dives back in, and this time he's faster, greedier, his tongue fucking into you while his thumb presses against your clit, circling, pressing, finding that rhythm that has your toes curling and your back arching against Valko's chest. The more you try to run from the zinging pleasure of Caleb's mouth the harder Valko pushes you right into it.
"Pleaseā" you gasp, and your voice is broken, barely coherent and more pathetic than you've ever heard it sound, "āplease, I can'tā"
"Yes, you can." Valko's voice is flat, calm, like he's telling you the weather. "You can take it. You're going to cum on his tongue like the good girl you are, and then I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name. That's what you wanted, isn't it?" His claws drag down your hip, leaving pale lines that bloom pink. "That's why you're here, pup."
And when you come, hard, fast and shaking, with Caleb's name in your mouth ā when you finally break, your whole body shaking and your vision goes white with pleasure āCaleb doesn't stop. He drinks you, his tongue relentless, his hands gripping your thighs so hard you know there will be bruises to discover the next morning, and Valko is right there, murmuring against your ear.
"Atta girl. That's it. That's my perfect girl."
You slump helplessly against him, your body still humming with embers of pleasure Valko decides tips your chin up, forcing you to look at Caleb and his current state... dark eyed and soaked from his nose to his chin in your juices that he makes a show of licking up, his grin sharpening when he sees Valko stiffening behind you.
"We're not done with you yet. You know that, right?" Valko murmurs, dragging his tongue against the side of your neck, collecting a bead of sweat that had pooled at your collarbone. His one hand slides up to embrace the side of your jaw, tilting your head forward. "Why don't you give your boyfriend a nice big kiss, hm? Have a taste."
he's such an asshole at work. he micro-manages everything you do and scrutinises your work to an unfairly harsh degree. he doesn't pay attention when you speak, or he just rolls his eyes and dismisses what you say. he talks shit about you behind your back but never leaves a trail so you can't report him to HR.
you didn't want to attend this stupid work night-out, if he was going to be there.
hence, it's honestly quite jarring how the night spins from laughing and having one-too-many glasses of wine with your colleuge at the bar, to you sprawled across his bed while he hits it from behind.
all your clothes have been discarded, and you're so drunk you can't remember whether you took your shoes off at his door or if you lost them during your uber ride home (during which you could hardly keep your hands off each other; the poor driver was probably mortified.)
regardless, none of that mattered now that you were collapsed on his sheets, letting his fat cock ram into your hole over and over, abusing that senisitive spot inside you. he stood at the edge of the bed, holding your hips firmly in place while he drilled into you, but he was so hammered that he was on the verge of losing balance with each rough thrust of his hips. the only way he could steady himself was by leaning forward, so his chest was against your back and his body is pressed closely against yours.
you can feel his laboured breathing against the shell of your ears as he groans, "you'reā" his voice hitches, "so, so pretty. my sweet angel." he lazily scatters kisses against your back, pecking at your neck and working his way around your shoulders while his cock continues to plow into your pussy at a delirious rate. the cold lenses of his glasses against your skin almost causes you to shudder.
"kei.." you moan, toes curling at the way he keeps stretching out your creamy cunt. you couldn't get enough of him, hence you arched back into his touch, craving more friction to send you over the edge.
"hm? baby.." he rumbles against your skin, lips dragging lazily against the tender flesh of your neck, "what is it? talk to me."
so sensitive, and barely able to contain yourself, you choke, " 'm close.." the only words your intoxicated mind is able to grasp. and you can feel as the corners of tsukishima's lips tug into a smirk at your pathetic little whimper.
"close? my cute little assistant is ready to cum? that right?" he taunts, running a hand down your bare body and gripping at the meat of your thigh, causing to mewl into his sheets. "want me to fill up that tight hole, huh?" the speed of his thrusts begin to decrease and his hips rock carefully into you, each movement deliberate and teasing, "my perfect angel. that's what you want, right? to be mine. such a good girl."
you nod frantically into the duvet, and try to grind back against his cock but his lethal one-handed grip on your waist prevents you from doing so. but your desperation for stimulation is somewhat satisfied when his other hand trails down to toy with your needy clit, "don't know why i call you names. you're not a stupid whore, are you, baby?" he presses a messy kiss against the angle of your jaw, "no, whores aren't this fucking tight. no, you're an angel. the prettiest angel i've ever seen." his hot breath tickles your skin as he chuckles.
he jovially slaps your clit, the jolt of short-lived escasty causing you to cry out, "please, kei! i need you, please fuck me!" your voice is shaky and there's genuine desperation in your tone, which tsukishima is able to pick up on, even in his inebriated state.
"want more, princess?" he says in a low voice.
"yes.."
he gives you another drunken kiss, against your cheek this time, just at the corner of your lips, "how could i say no to you, beautiful. you're too hot to ignore." his final chuckles echoes through your head as that's the last sounds you're able to process before your brain is fucked straight out of your skull.
he splits you in half and your whole body trembles with each fierce thrust of his dick into your slobbering pussy. his tip doesn't relent at that rough spot on your walls that he knows drives you crazy , and although his aim is inhibited by the several drinks he's had, the pure urgency of his pace alone is enough to cause you cum before you even know what's going on.
"ah, perfect little slut. just like that. cumming all pretty for your boss. so behaved." he groans, caressing your waist lovingly. spasming around his cock, your fluttering walls are not able to prevent tsukishima from continually rutting into you. he's chasing his own high now, aching for a release just as badly as you were, and stopping at nothing until he's climaxed, even as if that means using you as his personal fleshlight for hours while you lay there ā overstimulated and fucked-out ā under him. well, maybe you weren't there for hours, that could be an exaggeration but truthfully, you're unsure. after your orgasm, you were so hazed and blank that your body's internal clock had broken. perhaps you were there for hours, maybe you were only there for a couple seconds.
regardless, the end result was the same. his sticky seed spilling through your insides, coating your slick walls. feeling his cock throb within you ignited something in the pit of your stomach, but he yanked himself out of your pussy before the sensation had an opportunity to foster. not by choice though, he'd keep his cock buried in your tight cunt all night if he could. but the sheer volume of his load that he had deposited inside you, left you so conjested with no room for his dick. instead, he had to heave himself upright so he could watch your puckered little pussy drip with his cum.
"nice n' full." he muses, using his finger to guide whatever cum was staining your folds back into your hole, with a lewd squelch. "my sweet angel."
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although that encounter was surreal and left you with an strong (yet entirely inappropriate) yearning for your asshole co-worker, the awkward part was that come the next morning, he didn't seem to remember a single thing.
after the main event, you both collapsed and fell asleep. however, you woke up in the middle of the night to collect your stuff and stagger home, and despite how it's all a little fuzzy, you still retain the majority of your memories from that night.
tsukishima on the other hand, doesn't seem to remember a thing. he didn't acknowledge it once when he saw you in person at work the next day, not even a nudge or a knowing glance. nothing. albeit, he did act a bit more demure in the few days following the incident, but that was likely due to the embarrassment of drinking, and he was back to acting as cruel and irritating-self in no time. with no awareness to the fact he stuffed your cunt full with his seed at the work night-out.
how grim. but perhaps this was for the best, at least his amnesia erases the chance of a HR nightmare. still, you can't help but feel a bit jaded that your entire relationship with him was exactly where it started, because he couldn't remember a thing.
or, at least, that's what you thought. until he notices you working overtime one evening, and drops a box of cream-filled doughnuts at your desk. there's no one around, so he's already snacking on one, and he opens the box to reveal the rest to you. "here." he states bluntly.
you perk up from your desk, and glance between him and box, eyes wide with hope (and suspicion), "for me? why?"
tsukishima shrugs, sauntering away from your desk. but not without first motioning to the part of the doughtnut where the cream poked out, and commenting,
you shouldāve known it would come to this, really.
the comforter, previously dumped unceremoniously on the floor from prior activities, now acts as a makeshift bed when xavier hikes one leg of yours over his shoulder. his silver hair lays a bit matted across his forehead, still warm from the shower you two took, but the hunger in his eyes is all the sameādark, prevalent, and ever growing.
āmy hair is still wetā¦!ā you try to complain, though it trails off into a small squeak when you feel the press of xavierās blunt cock against your entrance. āxavie, we justāhnng, we just cleaned up.ā
as you say this, your boyfriend only rocks his hips deeper, causing a soft moan to fall from your lips. your cunt weeps, still sore from the past few rounds, but yet graciously welcomes him home all the same.
xavier, to his credit, does pause when considering the situation you two are in: on the carpet of his room, his rock-hard dick partially in you, the bedsheets a soaked-through messā¦
he blinks once. twice.
āwe can always clean up again,ā comes his soft yet firm decision.
then heās pushing all the way in, stretching your gummy walls until the only think you can think of is how deliciously full you feel. your lips part in a whiny moan, one that xavier responds to by grabbing your other leg and hoisting it up onto his other shoulder.
āf-fuck, starlight,ā xavier pants, head dipping lower as he loses control. āfeels sāgood, i just canāt get enough of youāplease. please cum fāme again, haaah!ā
you, meanwhile, are now scrambling for purchase, knuckles whitening as they grip the comforter for dear life. āxavie! please donāt stop, sh-shitāgonna cumāā
he gives the fat of your hips a tight squeeze, one that you hope leaves bruises, while his cock drills into your sopping pussy. at this point heās got you in a mating press seeing stars, and you wouldnāt have it any other way.
youāre so close, and he must be able to tell, because suddenly his thumb is on your puffy little clit rubbing circles, and thatās all it takesāyou cum with a wail of a moan and a bowing arch, whimpers high and needy. he follows soon after, thick ropes of cum painting your walls, hot and gooey and dripping when he slowly pulls out.
xavier inspects the mess you two made with the casual interest of a man engaging in the newsā daily weather report.
lads LIs: if you were their video game character š®
xavier
forgets to teleport you out of a monster camp before he logs out. next time he logs back in, he dies
has really good rng luck. has top tier gear without even trying
is really good actually and no one knows how. he can do it all: one shot a boss, 0 cycle a mob, finish domains in 10 secondsāyou name it
his characters arenāt even maxed out
people beg him to co-op
he happily agrees except sometimes his group starts a game and his character just completely freezes on the screen (he has fallen asleep)
zayne
flinches when you get hit. apologizes, either verbally or mentally, each time
vows to protect you the first time you die in-game
chronic overhealerĀ
has a shielder and healer on his team in boss fights. just in case.Ā
his damage suffers as a result. he either wins with seconds to spare or has to do multiple attempts
heās actually underestimating his skills. if he werenāt so cautious trying to keep you safe, heād clear all content with ease
does not care too much for outfits or skinsāno, his weakness is animals. has to own any cute pet or animal companion the game offers. is not above the occasional credit card swipeĀ
sylus
whales on you
he gets you and your weapon maxed out. keeps pulling for you even after that to show off
has millions of the rarest currency in the game that nobody else ever has because of this
obliterates everything because heās spent so much money. never losesĀ
half of the gameās community has him blocked because theyāre tired of seeing him win
keeps posting his highlight reels anyway
if thereās a housing feature, you have a mansion
heās actually really invested in the gameās lore and likes to experience the story you
rafayel
whales on your outfits/skins
doesnāt care too much about damage, fights based on aesthetics. what weapon looks best on you, what team members look best with you, etc. yes his main team is 4 single-target dpses
only really tries when you have a new upgrade coming out and he has to speedrun all the content he hasnāt cleared
sometimes logs on just to teleport you to pretty locations and take in-game pictures
uses the pictures he takes as references for paintings
defends your design with his life. doesnāt care how detailed the newest character is, they have nothing on you. you hear him? nothing.Ā
always logs out near the water and greets you there each day
caleb
self-destructive play style
torn between his love for you and his thrill-seeking natureĀ
will forego a healer or shielder if it gives him an edge in combat
youāre on 1 hp more times than he can count. he makes it up to you by farming endlessly for the best gear
you are the only character he has everything maxed out for. everybody else has a mid build
addicted to seeing the damage numbers pop up and doing all the little gear calculations and comparisons (āohoho, if i use this instead, iāll get a two percent damage boostā)
yes itās that serious.Ā
valko
oh my god youāre so beautiful and your attack style is so amaziā squirrel
Inspired by the dreamcatcher rooted in Ojibwe culture, the legends of Spider Woman Asibikaashi, Nanabozhoās tales of sugar maple syrup, and his epic battle with the giant serpent Mishe Nahma.
romaincrisis
dededos
blakekathryn
germansingergirl
turnnoffyourmind
andulkaphoto
