"women don't have a refractory period after orgasm. which would imply that there isn't an established maximum number of orgasms a woman can have in one session." you explain.
"makes one wonder what it's like for men, no?"
he exhales through his nose, taking his glasses off. “I must ask,” lips twitching to suppress a fond smile. “where you’re sourcing these facts.”
how you get to the bedroom afterward is just a blurry mess of tongue and teeth and spit.
What part of you hadn’t fucked his still-hard cock? He was well past coherent thought now, senses dulled, pliant. as if drunk.
his thighs twitch as you keep pumping him slow and tight. his forearm drapes over his eyes, mouth parting as pretty sounds spill free.
“we’re at four,” you remind him, generous enough to keep count for him. you doubt he still can.
“h-how long do you plan on—mmh—going?” he drags his arm down just to watch your hand work him.
“till you shoot blanks," you hum, just as affected as him.
The way his length jumps at every touch to his mess-slick tip, cum already frothing thick lewdly at the base, the way his whimpers keep slipping loose—has you pulsing around nothing. zayne’s fingers find your folds, gathering the slick mix of your translucent arousal and his creamy spend as it dribbles down, pooling on the sheets.
his knuckles brush your clit. it makes you jolt and you swat his hand away. his cock jerks hard in your grip. Oh. is he into that?
“don’t distract me,” you murmur, lifting his hand to your mouth instead. You kiss his fingertips, slow.
His gaze goes glassy. you take two of his fingers in, sucking gently. The sound he makes is wrecked. downright sinful—something you've never heard before. his jaw clenches to hold back sounds. still, you bite the tip of his fingers.
and that's all it takes. he lets out a shuddered whimper as thick jets of cum spurt into your hand.
you give him a moment to breathe, to ride out his orgasm, before you straddle him. He opens his mouth to protest but it dies in his throat as soon as your juicy pussy lips rub over his hardening length.
"just one more and then we stop." you promise. seeing his state, he likely wouldn't be able to see the endeavor through. his cock stiffens once you slip it in you.
"your dedication to your work," a lazy smirk plays on his face, hands finding your hips as you begin to move on him. "Is very attractive."
"god—you're way too big," you savour the fullness that comes with being impaled on his perfectly chubby cock. zayne pulls you into a sloppy, messy kiss, his sticky spend stretching in obscene strings against your ass each time you bounce on him, wet plaps filling the room.
"push me—hah!—as far as you want." he murmurs into the kiss, before he lets out a small moan when you keep tightening at his words, gripping his poor, oversensitive dick like a vice.
your pace grows insistent. desperate. his swollen head drags along every ridge of your tight walls so wonderfully that your vision blurs. zayne's lips go lower, placing open mouthed kisses on your collarbone, the curve of your tits, eating up his drying cum.
how can you last long when he's like this? One brush to your clit and you’re breaking, sobbing as you clamp down and milk him for another orgasm. he groans, spilling again.
still, zayne manages to spread your folds apart, watching your hole twitch around him, until his cum creams hot around the stretched rim of you.
his fingers trace it, where your hole pulses around him in the last throes of your release.
"wanna take a picture?" You tease.
part 3 of the FOR SCIENCE series
"no. this sight—" his eyes never leave the place you're joined. "Is for my eyes alone."
Grand Duke!Zayne and you are so loud during sex that there is an unofficial consensus among the staff to avoid your wing at night completely, and most of the times during day after finishing essential housekeeping💀;
The heavy oak door to your chambers had barely clicked shut before Zayne's lips found your neck, his large hands already working at the laces of your nightgown.
"You're impatient tonight, Your Grace," you breathed, though you made no move to stop him.
"Hush." His voice was a low rumble against your skin. "I've been in council meetings for six hours listening to the old baron droning about grain taxes. Let me have this."
It doesn't take long till both your moans shadow the ominous creaking of the bed and the rattling of various ornaments in the room.
...
Your two handmaidens, Elara and Mina, look up as they hear the noise, before facing each other and shaking their heads, scurrying out before they traumatise their poor ears.
"I swear by the gods," Mina whispered, her cheeks flushed crimson even as she pressed a hand to her chest, "last week I went up to fetch my embroidery scissors. I forgot he'd returned from the border. The things I heard..."
Elara winced. "How long did it take you to recover?"
"Three days. I walked past the door at the wrong moment." Mina's voice dropped to a horrified hush.
They rounded the corner into the servants' stairwell, where the stone walls offered blessed, deadened silence.
"The new stable boy asked me yesterday why no one goes to the east wing after supper," Elara said, adjusting her wimple. "I told him it was being renovated."
"Renovated." Mina let out a choked laugh. "That's one word for it."
...
Down in the kitchen, the cook had taken to serving late-night tea with a knowing look and a sympathetic pat on the shoulder for any servant who emerged from the upper floors looking particularly haunted. The head housekeeper had a rotation schedule that mysteriously exempted the entire eastern corridor from evening duties. Even the guards had been known to draw straws for who had to walk the night patrol past the Grand Duke's chambers.
"The chandelier," one guard had whispered to another just last week, his face pale. "I watched it swaying. And no windows were open."
...
Upstairs, oblivious to the quiet terror they had inspired among the staff, Zayne's hand braced against the headboard as the bed (solid oak, reinforced twice by a skeptical carpenter) protested loudly beneath you two.
"Ah...Zayne...the bed..." He drove deeper, hooked his hips just so, and your warning dissolved into a sound that would have made a nun blush to the tip of her toes.
"Don't worry about the bed, my duchess," Zayne growls against your throat. "It's not more valuable than your pleasure."
He hikes your leg up higher over his shoulder and thrusts deeper, dissolving whatever you were about to say into a loud moan.
...
There is a thud and a sprinkle of plaster and ash, and a porcelain vase wobbling dangerously close to the edge of its console table, and your handmaidens, chef and two of the night guards stare at each other awkwardly.
"Do you think," whispered Elara, "they realize we can hear them from the kitchen?"
Mina finishes her tea, and produces a pack of earplugs "Not if I can help it. Take some, and goodnight." she stuffs two into her own and walks back to her quarters.
do they prefer ass or tits? (or is there a secret option?)
xavier!
xavier prefers tits. he loves it when he gets to bury his face in your soft, squishy tits. when he gets sleepy during movie marathon at night with you, he rests his head on your shoulder first, before that freak suddenly turned his head to your chest and breathe you in as if he couldn’t live without having his face squeezed in between your soft tits. oh he doesn’t forget to cup one, or maybe two of your tits with his big hands if he’s feeling greedy (which he always does). when cuddling, his hands would always slipped under your shirt and if you’re wearing bra, he would just unhook it so he could cup it with his hands. “what do you need a bra for? i can hold it for you. i can keep it warm too.” oh another reason he prefers your tits is probably because he loves boobjob. he could feel his precum dripping out more and more when he placed his hard cock between your soft tits. the way your soft skin rubbed his cock and the heat between them makes him want to burst right at your face. you would let him tho, wouldn’t you?
zayne!
it’s known that zayne likes your back. he would always gets and spoils you with outfits and suspiciously all of it somehow has a way to show off your back. you figured it out yourself with the way he would always has you on all fours and him taking you from behind. he gets the meanest and roughest in that position. if he didn’t have any self control, he would love to breed you in that position too. but that’s his dirty secret and let it be that way. zayne wouldn’t hesitate to say your back if you asked him which part of your body is his favourite. but if you specifically asked, ass or tits, the doctor would probably go for ass. he loves how it jiggles whenever his hip thrusts into you. when the soft skin of your ass turned red from his spankings whenever you’re being bratty, he feels like being meaner. “you love getting on my nerves, don’t you? it’s like you actually want me to punish you.” it’s okay, zayne will just spanks you while he pounds you from behind! after all, you do love getting punished by him.
rafayel!
it is hard to tell which part of your body rafayel is into. the artist loves to worship every inch of your skin and body. he gives all of them equal love and affection, never forgetting to kiss every part of you. however, you do notice he gives your tummy a little more attention than the others. you don’t understand how he would love your tummy more, you don’t really like it but oh well. whenever you are cuddling with him, he loves to give a little rub to your belly. when things get heated, he would lower his head down to your tummy to give it kisses. if he’s feeling possessive, you would find him leaving a few bite marks and hickeys. he could get off to your belly alone. you would lay there feeling exposed, looking up at him while he strokes his throbbing cock above your stomach. “how could you dislike a part of you that i really love, cutie? i’m offended.” he would make sure to paint your belly with his warm cum so that you know how he really loves it and shouldn’t dare to dislike his favourite thing. ass or tits? tummy.
sylus!
sylus makes it obvious how he loves your thighs. his eyes shine bright whenever you wear shorts, mini skirts or a slit dress (bonus if the colour of the dress is red). he is shameless about it too, practically gawking when you dressed the way he likes it for your date with him. sometimes you wouldn’t even make it to the date! bad, greedy sylus is to blame. or is it you for wearing those? his favourite view is when you pair your shorts with one of his shirts. walking around the house, completely clueless that a certain predator is watching you from the corner. be careful to not bend over with that outfit. since he’s also fond of ass, that action isn’t helping you! the moment you bend over, you would feel your feet lifted off the ground, before getting thrown on the bed. “did you do that on purpose, sweetie? what a naughty kitten.” you would see the stars with how he’s eating you out after. his tongue shoved inside your hole while his finger keeps rubbing your clit. oh if you want to make him see stars too (and cums untouched), you should squeeze him with your thighs! he would die a happy man.
caleb!
caleb wasn’t breastfed as a child. that poor boy doesn’t get enough love when he was a kid. thank god you’re here tho! caleb loves to bury his face in your chest whenever you’re cuddling together. he loves how safe being in your embrace makes him feel. when he gets his hands on you, he never wants to let go. he wants you and him to fuse together, so he doesn’t have to worry about you leaving him. and vice versa. you loves burying your face in his chest. that’s the thing you two have in common, finding comfort in inhaling each other’s warmness. but caleb has it quite different. while he loves to rest his face in your chest, he loves it more to suck on them. he has this imagination when you bare his kids, and your tits gets all swollen with milk, he would love to help the ache go away with emptying the milk. he wanna be a good and useful husband. he’s also a pervert who sneak up from behind and grope your tits. he does this all the time, while you were doing your laundry, washing your face, or getting ready. you protested but it means nothing to caleb. he wanna touch you all the time. when you got mad, he would just gave you his stupid puppy eyes. “don’t be mad at me pips, please? i just love you so much… need you…” sometimes you’re grateful when the harmless groping didn’t turned out to both of you fucking like animals because most of the time, it did.
zayne who makes out with you to lull you to sleep.
he knows it’s not easy for you to fall asleep. he’s woken up to you wide awake at 3am, scrolling on your phone that’s way too close to your face. he’s tried every remedy out there—warm milk before bed, tea before bed, no gadgets before bed, reading before bed—yet not a single one has been effective. it always ends with you staying up until it’s time for him to wake up.
only one thing ever worked, though. kissing you until you pass out.
as soon as you finish your nighttime routine, zayne is already ushering you to his lap. he sets his book down on the bedside table, slips his glasses off, and lets his hands run up and down your sides in slow, soothing motions. in the summer, he even uses his evol, a gentle coolness settling over your skin just enough to make you relax.
once you’re on top of him, it starts with a kiss to your cheek. then another along your jaw, before he drags his lips down your neck. after that, he comes back up to meet your mouth, slotting his lips with yours. he doesn’t rush it. doesn’t deepen it more than necessary. just steady, unhurried kisses meant to calm your breathing rather than steal it away.
without breaking contact, he eases you down onto the bed, movements careful and practiced. one hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing softly against your skin while the other keeps you close. his kisses grow slower, softer, lingering just a second longer each time.
he murmurs quietly inbetween—nothing dramatic, just low reassurances, reminders that he’s here, you’re safe, that you don’t have to think about anything else. eventually, he turns the two of you onto your sides, pulling you flush against his chest.
his hand slips under your sleep shirt, meticulous fingertips tracing circles along your back. his nails scratch lightly, rhythmically, exactly the way he knows you like. your breathing eventually evens out without you realizing it, body melting into his.
there’s a small smile on his lips when he feels you go slack against him.
and as your eyes finally flutter closed, zayne doesn’t stop right away. he presses one last kiss to your lips, thumb brushing beneath your eye as if to make sure you’re really asleep. only then does he still, arm tightening around you just slightly.
you fall asleep to the sound of his steady breathing and the cool comfort of his presence—while zayne stays awake a little longer, making sure you don’t wake again.
Zayne tries to run every morning. Even when you are cozy in bed, warm in your cocoon of blankets. Zayne will rise out of bed and go on a run. This morning you woke up early though. Usually, you’re still in bed when he comes back, but today you’ve migrated your bundle of blankets to the couch.
The sofa that gives you a perfect view of the front door. The very same one Zayne walks into, taking off his shoes. Your eyes glaze over his body. Tight-fitted black shirt, hair tousled with sweat, and his shorts that end right above the knee.
“You run every morning looking like that?” You smile from the couch, leaning over the arm rest. Zayne tugs out his earphone,
“What?”
“You run. Every morning, looking like that.” You point at him, raising and lowering your finger.
“Do I look bad?” He asks, sliding his earphones into his pocket before treading towards you on the couch. Up close, you can see the sweat dripping down his neck and the way his shirt outlines his chest just right.
You’re salivating.
“Worse. You look amazing.” He stands in front of you as you sit on your knees. Your hands rest on his chest, smoothing over his lean arms and shoulders.
“You’re staring.” Zayne chides, but there’s no malice in his voice. He likes your praise, your attention. Sometimes you catch him making himself prettier for you. You massage his shoulders softly, leaning in to smell him. Zayne stiffens under you, "What are you—"
"You smell nice too." You smile against his skin. Zayne's hands stabilize your waist, rubbing circles into your skin. "You smell like me." Your chest swirls with pride, scraping his scalp softly with your nails. Zayne hums in reply, his eyes softly closing. He dips his head into your neck, pressing a kiss against your exposed skin.
"I should leave a mark on you." You mutter, running a finger up and down his chest. Zayne lets you touch up on him, running your hands along his abdomen and chest. He watches your hands, the way your face twinkles. He hums once again, raising a brow. "Anyone passing should know you're taken." Zayne chuckles, looping his arms around you. You pull him on top of you, a drop of his sweat dripping onto your collarbone.
"The ring on my finger isn't enough?" He's amused, pride swirling in his chest over you. You shake your head, arms curled around his neck.
"That doesn't stop anyone." You plainly reply, running your knees between his legs. Zayne breathes into you, lips pressed against yours before softly pulling away. You chase him, forcing him back to you with a hand against his nape. "They have to know…" You speak between kisses. "You're taken. That you're mine."
"Yes. Perhaps you should…" Zayne murmurs against your lips, softly biting your bottom lip. You part your lips, letting his tongue slide against yours. Zayne rises, his hands sliding against the trim of his shirt. You stop him, pulling his hands under your shirt instead.
Includes the Brat creator, the Brat enabler, the Brat, the Brat tamer and the Brat breaker.
CW: P in V sex. Rough sex. Jealousy. Oral sex. Edging. Spanking. So many creampies we could open a bakery (lol I saw that one on the unhinged aO3 tags and had to use it) 🔞MDNI🔞
WC: 7.106
Repost from my old account (Applecaviar)
THE BRAT CREATOR
After a long day at work, you were already in a bad mood, especially with the extra responsibilities coming up next week. Then, hearing about Caleb's new mission just made it worse. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, just out of the shower, you felt Caleb's arms wrap around your waist from behind. His warmth radiated against your damp skin as he pulled you in closer, resting his chin on the top of your head.
"I'm gonna be away for a week, are you going to miss me, baby?" Caleb asked nipping your earlobe.
"Not really," you replied casually, smoothing face cream onto your cheeks and jawline. "I have plenty of things to keep me occupied while you're away."
"Yeah?" He tightened his hold around your waist slightly. "Like what?"
You smirked at his inquisitive nature, knowing he was fishing for details. "I'm pretty sure my vibrator is around here somewhere," you said, continuing to apply the luxurious cream.
Caleb chuckled softly "Will you let me watch?" he asked, a playful grin spreading across his face in the mirror's reflection "Will you call to show me how much you miss me?"
"No" you answered bluntly, slipping out of his embrace and stepping away from the sink.
—
An hour later he called out to you, urging you to come downstairs for dinner. Just as you were about to head down, a sharp knock sounded at the door. You hurried over and swung it open, retrieving the takeout you had secretly ordered without Caleb knowing. You knew he wasn't a fan of takeout, especially when he could make dinner for you.
As you placed the bags on the kitchen counter, Caleb's arms suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind again. This time, however, there was an undeniable hardness pressing insistently against the cleft of your ass, through the thin fabric of your shorts.
"You know I love it when you get all bratty like this? It makes me so fucking hard" Caleb said lowly in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck.
Startled by his boldness, you turned to face him "Caleb! This is not..."
Just as you were about to finish your thought, Caleb lifted you onto the kitchen counter, your hips resting on the cool marble surface. His hands gripped your hips, squeezing the soft flesh as he stepped between your parted thighs.
"Do you need me to make you cum, pretty baby?"
Being the brat you were, you shook your head defiantly.
"Are you suuure?" he questioned, his hands slowly moving to your inner thighs, teasing you with his touch.
You braced your hands behind you on the counter and deliberately widened your legs, a clear invitation. "I'm sure"
"I wouldn't do that if I were you"
"Why not?" you taunted and moved to the very edge of the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist, dragging your clothed cunt along the length of his cock through the fabric of his jeans.
"Because you are making me hard as fuck right now"
"I like you hard like this though," you purred, nipping at his earlobe, feeling his dick twitch in response, eagerly seeking more of your touch.
"Y/N..."
You let out a breathy moan in his ear, lips brushing against the sensitive shell.
"You’re such a brat, you know that?" In an instant, Caleb had pulled your shorts and panties down to your ankles and then dropped to his knees.
Proving his point, you spread your legs again, inviting him to feast on the glistening sight before him. He wasted no time, he leaned in, letting one finger glide through your slit before bringing it to his lips, his tongue flicking out to savor your arousal, accompanied by a satisfied groan
"You created this brat, Cay" you accused breathlessly, chest heaving with anticipation. "You're the one who's always spoiling me, giving me everything I want."
Caleb didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned in closer and dragged the flat of his tongue along your slit, his cock jumping against the inside of his jeans.
"My brat," he said before sealing his lips around your clit and sucking hard. Between each draw of his mouth, he punctuated his claim with a word. "My," suck, "spoiled," suck, "petulant," suck, "disobedient," suck, "brat," suck.
"Oh my god!" you cried out, fingers tangling in his hair. You tugged slightly at the strands, anchoring yourself to him as he worked you over with his mouth.
Caleb responded by pinching your sensitive clit between his tongue and teeth before rubbing his tongue rapidly back and forth.
You came hard and fast, walls clenching around nothing, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter for dear life, knuckles turning white from the force of your grasp. As your body shuddered you felt the slick countertop slip and slide beneath your ass, coated in a mix of Caleb's spit and your own arousal.
Before you could even begin to come down from your high, Caleb had sprung to his feet. He lowered his zipper to pull out his leaking cock from the confines of his jeans and in one thrust plunged into your still quivering cunt.
A moan tore from your throat, your walls stretching deliciously around his thick dick. He didn't give you time to adjust, immediately setting a hard and fast pace as he fucked you standing up. He spread your legs wider, resting them against the crook of his elbows to pick you up while he moved in and out of you.
You held on tight to his neck, your nails digging into his skin as he pounded into you relentlessly. With every drive of his hips, you felt the head of his cock kissing your cervix, the deep penetration sending sparks of pleasure and pain shooting up your spine.
"Fuck, Pips," Caleb grunted, hips never stopping "You're going to call me, right? Show me how much this pretty pussy misses me while you use your toys?"
He rested his forehead against yours, his hot breath mingling with your own as you both panted and gasped for air. Drool began to escape the corner of your open mouth "I will, I'll show you"
"That's my good fucking brat" Caleb praised before he dragged his tongue along the trail of drool, lapping it up before sealing his lips over yours in a filthy kiss.
He knew you craved that edge of pain to send you flying over the edge. Glancing down, he spotted your hardened nipples, always a clear sign that you were close, and made a split second decision.
His teeth sank into your lower lip, biting down until the coppery taste of blood exploded across your tongue. With a scream, muffled against Caleb's mouth, you came undone.
After a few more thrusts, Caleb let out a groan, his cock throbbing inside you, finding his own release. Once spent, he gently placed you back down on the counter, your trembling legs unable to support you just yet and he carefully pulled out, his softening cock slipping from your pussy. He watched with a satisfied smirk as his cum began to leak out of you, trickling down the crack of your ass and onto the kitchen counter.
"Let me clean you up, then we can eat all of this takeout before it gets cold"
THE BRAT TAMER
You frown as you stare at your phone, confusion and a twinge of hurt flashing across your face. You had sent Zayne some flirty pictures and a message, hoping to brighten up his day at work... but he never answered. At all. Not even to your bare pussy pic.
First, you had teased him with a glimpse of your cleavage, your breasts almost spilling out of your low cut top. You knew he liked your tits, always sneaking glances when he thought you weren't looking. But your boobs alone hadn't been enough to draw him out of work mode this time.
So you tried again, sending him a picture of your covered pussy in his favorite light blue panties, surely that would catch his attention. But your inbox remained frustratingly empty.
Growing bolder, you decided to kick things up a notch. You tugged the crotch of your panties aside, revealing your bare pussy to the camera. You hoped your lewd display would be just the thing to lure Zayne away from the hospital and back into your arms.
He came home an hour later, but not straight to your arms.
—
You squirmed uncomfortably on his lap, your panties pulled taut between ass cheeks, the damp fabric rubbing against your sensitive folds with each twitch of your body. Zayne's hand rested heavily on the reddening globes of your ass, his fingers digging in possessively as he held you in place over his knees. You could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing insistently against your stomach, separated only by the thin layers of fabric.
Your chest heaved with shuddering breaths, tears stinging the corners of your eyes as you stared at the floor, trying to process the stinging pain radiating from your ass. The sharp crack of his palm against your skin echoed through the room, mixing with the blood rushing in your ears and your own needy whimpers.
"If you insist on being a cock tease, my love, you're going to have to face the consequences" His fingers dug into the tender globes of your ass again, kneading the abused flesh roughly, grinding the rigid length of his erection against your stomach.
Another harsh spank landed on your right cheek and you couldn't hold back the moan that spilled from your lips, eyes squeezing shut as your fingers clawed desperately at his thigh. The pain blossomed into pleasure, clit throbbing in time with your racing heart as arousal leaked from your cunt to your trembling inner thighs.
You were dizzy with shock and lust, mind hazing over with the need to be filled, stretched, fucked... anything to relieve the aching emptiness.
Zayne spanked you again, his hand landing with a resounding smack on your left cheek. The force of it made your whole body jolt and your tits bounce beneath your shirt. Your nipples were hard, straining against the thin fabric begging for his touch.
Suddenly, Zayne moved you from his knees, roughly pushing your upper body down into the couch cushions. The soft fabric muffled your whimpers as he forced your ass up and out. The cool air of the room making goosebumps prickle across your skin.
His breath felt hot and heavy against your folds, his proximity alone enough to make your hips twitch. You gasped and moaned wantonly into the cushions when he roughly tugged your panties down, the scrap of fabric sliding between your ass cheeks before being yanked away entirely.
"What did I say the other day about teasing me while I'm at work, specially during important meetings?" The reminder of your actions made your stomach twist with nerves and shameful arousal.
You whined desperately when you felt the first slow, teasing lick of his tongue gliding up your slit, avoiding the throbbing bud that cried out for his attention. It took every ounce of your willpower not to grind your hips back against his face.
Zayne's hand cracked down on your left cheek in a sharp, stinging slap that made you clench your teeth. You gasped out your answer, voice muffled and breathless as you admitted, "I'm not supposed to tease you at work!"
"Good girl"
The tiny, fleeting reward of his tongue flicking against your clit was too much. A choked sob of pleasure escaped your lips as your body trembled in his grip, your core clenching greedily around nothing. Zayne's lips curled into a smirk against your skin, clearly pleased by your responsiveness.
He gripped your thighs tightly and forced your legs apart to slowly drag the flat of his tongue along your inner thighs. He took his time, savoring the taste of you as he licked and nipped his way upward, leaving a trail of tingling flesh. Your heart raced as he crept closer and closer to your plump pussy.
When his tongue reached the apex of your thighs, you let out a high pitched squeal, your back arching as much as the position allowed. The long, slow lick through your slit made your eyes roll back and your toes curl, your fingers scrabbling at the couch cushions.
The moment you felt his tongue tease the sensitive skin between your cunt and the tight, puckered bud of your asshole, you panicked, your body instinctively tensed and you tried to pull away from him, a choked whimper escaping your constricted throat.
The sudden movement earned you a sharp, stinging slap to your right ass cheek "Why are you interrupting my meal Y/N?"
The sound of his zipper descending made you clench and a moan slipped past your lips when you felt his fingers twist into your hair, gripping the strands tightly as he positioned his cock at your entrance.
"You know your safe word darling, use it if you need to"
The knowledge that you could stop this at any time sent a thrill of dark excitement coursing through your veins, even when a part of you knew you would never use it. This was what you craved, what you'd been aching for all day, Zayne's dominant, punishing touch and the pleasure it brought.
You let out a sharp gasp that turned into a moan as he pushed forward, entering you with enough force to make your teeth rattle.
You both groaned out at the sudden sensation, your voice mixing with his in a symphony of carnal bliss. Zayne's dick stretched you deliciously, filling and completing you in a way that left you breathless and trembling. He twisted his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back as he began to move, setting a fast rhythm that had your tits bouncing with each thrust.
He fucked you just the way you liked, the way he always did when your bratty behavior pushed him to his limits, hard, fast, and without mercy. Days of pent up frustration fueled his lust, his hips slamming into the flesh of your ass with stinging force.
His other hand gripped your hip hard, holding you in place, eyes locked on the sight of his cock disappearing between your folds, swallowed up by your hungry pussy.
"Come on, love," His hips slowed "Beg for it, beg for it the way I taught you. I want to hear you moan for me." The denial of your climax was torture, your body wound tighter and tighter like a coil ready to snap.
"Pleaseee!" Your voice was raw and shaky, dripping with anguished need. Zayne's low chuckle sent shivers racing down your spine, the sound laced with cruel amusement at your pitiful plea.
"You are being punished, remember?" he reminded you. His hand cracked down on the tender flesh of your ass in a final, stinging slap "Beg properly"
Tears of frustration stung your eyes as you choked out the words he demanded, "Please Dr. Zayne, make me cum!"
"That's my good girl"
He bent over you, chest pressing against your back, his hand snaked between your thighs, fingers finding your puffy clit with unerring accuracy. Your hips jerked at the first electric touch, a strangled moan tearing from your throat.
"Say you won't do it again," he demanded, his fingers circled your clit with slow strokes.
Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed out your promise, "I won't, I promise I won't do it again... Please!" His hips never faltered, fucking into you with satisfying force.
With a scream of his name, your body finally shattered. The devastating orgasm made your body shake almost violently beneath Zayne. The rhythmic clenching and fluttering of your cunt milked his cock, triggering his own peak. With one, two, three more thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt and spilled himself inside you.
When the aftershocks faded, Zayne hand slid up your body to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing over your lips with a gentleness that belied the ruthless fucking of moments before. "Such a good girl," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to the racing pulse beneath your ear. "You took your punishment so well, love."
THE BRAT
What the actual fuck, Rafayel?
The words screamed in your head as you stared at the video feed, jaw slack and eyes wide. There he was, shirtless and sprawled out on the bed, a sheen of sweat glazing his lean torso. His hand was a blur on his cock, pumping furiously as he chased his release. And god, the sounds spilling from his lips, harsh pants and breathy moans, broken up by the occasional filthy word. Then with a guttural groan, he tipped over. Thick ropes of cum painted his stomach and chest, breath sawing in and out of his throat as he slowly came down.
The timestamp flashed at the bottom of the screen. 14:33. Over two hours ago.
That fucking liar. That goddamn, sexy, infuriating liar.
You had specifically told him not to touch himself until you got back. Had spelled it out plainly in your text, the words crystal clear on the screen. You can't touch yourself until I'm home Raf, I mean it. And yet here he was, not only touching himself but fucking filming it too.
He wanted to be a brat? Well, two could play that game.
—
"Please cutie," he whimpered. He looked like he'd clawed his way out of his skin if he could, so desperate for your touch. For you.
"Please what, Raf?" you asked, pressing your forehead to his, breath mingling with his as you invaded his space. Up close, you could see the way his pupils were blown wide and dark, leaving only a thin ring of striking blue-pink. "What are you asking for, hmm?"
"I don't know," he whined, the sound catching in his throat. His hands clenched at his sides, fists curling into the sheets, fighting the urge to grab you, to pull you down on top of him and rut against you like an animal in heat. "I just...I need..."
He broke off, swallowing hard, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, catching on his hairline before disappearing into the dark locks. He was burning up, feverish with want and desperate for your touch.
"More," he finished lamely, the single syllable a broken plea.
"Oh, you need more? But you already jerked off today, baby. Was that not enough?" you asked, voice dripping with mock sympathy.
He was a debauched mess, and the sight of him like this, so hungry for your touch, so consumed by lust, made your core throb.
"Please, just let me eat you out, yeah?" he begged "I feel like I could die if I don't."
You let your soaked panties drop to the floor with a soft rustle, the damp fabric proof to how badly you wanted this too. His eyes turned feral the moment they landed on your glistening pussy when you laid on the bed beside him. He looked like a man starved, and you were a feast laid out before him.
"You can eat now" you granted, spreading your legs in invitation. The position left you feeling exposed, vulnerable in a way that made your heart race. But more than that, it made you feel powerful. To have this effect on Rafayel, to reduce a god like him to a begging, desperate mess...it was headier than any drug.
But he didn't immediately dive in like you expected. No, he had other plans. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your lips, and captured your mouth in a kiss. It was filthy and urgent, his tongue delving deep to taste you. All the while, his fingers stroked along your slit, teasing through the slick gathered there.
"So fucking soft" he muttered against your lips "So wet"
Then he pulled back, and before you could blink he brought his fingers to his mouth. Your eyes widened as you watched him lick your arousal from his skin. His eyes flared as the taste hit his tongue, a low moan rumbling in his chest.
Brat
Then he moved down to your cunt, and finally, blessedly, you felt the first swipe of his tongue along your dripping slit. A moan tore from your throat at the contact, your back arching off the bed as pleasure sparked through you like lightning. Rafayel groaned against your flesh, the sound vibrating so good it made your clit throb.
He licked you like a man possessed, tongue delving deep to lap up every drop. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging into the soft skin as he held you open for his feast.
"Fuck, you taste....mmmmhhh" he said between licks, words muffled against your pussy.
His words sent a fresh flood of wetness gushing from your sex, body responding eagerly to his filthy praise. He licked it up greedily.
"Get your hand back on your cock, Raf. Stroke it like you did on that video, I want to see you"
Rafayel loved being bossed around, and he was more than eager to obey. His hand flew to his cock, gripping it tightly as he began to pump his fist along the hard length. He matched the pace with two of his fingers thrusting deep inside you, curling them just right to hit a spot that made you toes curl.
"Fuck, you are such a good boy" you praised and he sucked your clit hard, his lips sealing around the sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing his fingers in harder.
Your fingers joined the fray, spreading your folds open for his mouth. You gave him the perfect view of your pussy, of the way your entrance clenched and fluttered around his fingers. He groaned in appreciation, flat tongue laving over your clit.
"I'm gonna—ah, fuck! Raf, yes!" Your words dissolved into a scream as you came. Your cunt clamped down on his fingers, rippling and gushing when pleasure exploded through every nerve ending.
He latched onto your pussy, mouth sealed tight to drink down every drop of your release. All the while, his hand never ceased its pace on his cock, chasing his peak.
When you finally tugged him away, his eyes were glazed over, pupils blown wide with lust. He pulled his fingers from your core, bringing them to his mouth again.
"I can't get enough of you."
"Look at your dick, so fucking hard" you teased "Looks like my pussy isn't the only slutty thing here."
Rafayel's hand twitched, aching to touch himself again, but you had removed his hand from his cock, leaving him wanting. He almost whined at the loss, his hips bucking up slightly.
"You seem quite desperate for more, Raf?"
"I am"
He didn't expect what happened next. Didn't expect you to lean forward and spit directly onto his straining cock. "Now you're ready for me"
Rafayel was pretty sure he died and went to heaven. Every nerve ending in his dick screamed with sensation, and when it leaked precum, he knew his cock agreed wholeheartedly.
But Rafayel didn't actually reach paradise until you climbed on top of him, straddling his hips with your cunt poised above his throbbing erection. He watched, enraptured and panting, as you slowly sank down. Inch by inch, until your ass finally pressed against his heavy, cum filled balls.
He groaned long and low, head falling back against the pillow as pleasure exploded through every cell in his body. His hips lifted reflexively, driving himself deeper into your welcoming heat.
"Fuck, cutie! You feel...ungh...incredible!" he grunted, fingers digging into the sheets beneath him.
Caught up in the hypnotic bounce of your breasts as you rode him and the way his cock disappeared inside your perfect, clenching pussy over and over again, vanishing only to reappear slick and glistening, he came.
His hips jerked erratically, his cock pulsing and throbbing as it pumped spurt after spurt of his hot cum deep inside you.
But he didn't let you miss out on your own release. He reached between your bodies and found your clit, he rubbed the sensitive nub with quick, firm circles, determined to drag you over the edge with him.
It only took a few strokes, a few perfectly placed caresses before you were crying out his name. Your pussy clenched down on his spurting cock, milking Rafayel for every last drop of his release.
Together you rode out the aftershocks, trembling and gasping in each other's arms as the last waves of pleasure rolled through you.
THE BRAT ENABLER
You feel Sylus's strong arms tighten around you as he holds you over his shoulder, your body bouncing with each of his long strides. Anger courses through your veins, demanding to be put down.
"Damn it, Sylus! Put. Me. Down!" Your breath comes in short gasps. "You can't just pull me out in the middle of a hunt!"
He just chuckles, one hand kneading the soft flesh of your ass. "I forgot how tiny you are. Barely a little thing."
You scoff, twisting in his grip. "Or maybe you're just a damn giant!"
"You didn't mind last night, when you were begging me not to stop, screaming my name while I was buried balls deep inside your tight little-"
"Sylus!" you hiss, face flushing hotly
He puts you down and your lips part on a gasp, eyes widening. He takes advantage, rubbing the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, tracing the soft swell. You bite down hard, teeth sinking into his skin.
He doesn't even flinch, just leans in closer, hot breath fanning your face. "Careful, kitten. You know I bite back, harder."
Storming towards his motorcycle, you feel Sylus's gaze burning into your back like a brand. He won't let you go back, and you know it. He's made that abundantly clear.
Sylus stops you with a hand on your shoulder. "Not so fast sweetie, why the sudden anger, hmmm?"
You grit your teeth, glaring up at him. "Don't call me that, not now"
"Would you prefer I call you the little witch who tried to stab me once?"
Your face burns hot at the memory of his blood on your hands, and the way he touched you afterwards. How his fingers traced your body, smearing his own blood across your skin. Marking you.
"Shut up," you mutter, trying to pull away. But Sylus holds firm, fingers digging into your shoulder, keeping you in place.
"Ah ah ah, not until you tell me why you're so angry." His thumb rubs slow circles on your shoulder, a maddening distraction. "Did I not tire you enough last night? Is that why you're trying to run off and play hero?"
You glare at him, but there's no real venom behind it now. "You're impossible," you mutter.
"And you're not going back to fight those wonderers" he counters, unyielding.
"So be angry all you want.. Give me hell if it makes you feel better. But you're not going back out there. Not today." He's not asking for your permission, he's telling you how it will be.
You glance furtively around the deserted area, ensuring no prying eyes witness your brazen actions. The adrenaline from the battle still courses through your veins, and you're looking for a new outlet. Your hand finds Sylus's hardening bulge, and you palm it roughly through his pants.
"Tell me, Sy," you murmur with false innocence as you squeeze his clothed erection. "Do you get off on me talking back to you like this? Does it turn you on to see me defy you?" Your fingers work at his zipper, tugging it down with a soft rasp that seems unnaturally loud in the quiet.
"You know it does" he smirks, his crimson eyes darkening with lust. "I love when you try to push my buttons. It makes me want to put you in your place."
You yank his pants and underwear down in one go, allowing his cock to spring free. It's already rock hard, and pulsing with need. You wrap your fingers around it, stroking him slowly before you drop to your knees and give the head a small lick "Mmm, looks like you're already so worked up"
You take him into your mouth, like you have done it countless times before, but it never fails to make your jaw ache and your throat burn. He's so damn big making you work for every inch. You breathe through your nose as you take him deeper, your nose pressing against the coarse hair at the base of his cock. You hold yourself there for a moment before pulling back slowly, tongue dragging along the thick vein on the underside.
He throbs against your tongue, cock pulsing with each beat of his heart. The taste of him, the weight of him heavy on your tongue, it's intoxicating. It makes your head spin and your pussy ache with a need that mirrors his own.
You know he loves this, loves the way you submit to him, the way you let him use your mouth for his pleasure. But you also know he loves it when you fight back, when you push him to the brink with your sharp tongue and your defiant eyes.
So as you pull back, your lips popping off the head of his cock with a pop, you look at him with a challenging glint in your eyes. "Like this, big boy?" your hand pumps his dick as you speak. "Or would you rather fuck me properly?
You plunge back down before he can answer, taking him deep, swallowing around him. You hold him there, looking up at him with tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
The sight of your tears streaking down your flushed cheeks, your makeup smeared and ruined from the force of his thrusts, his undoing. A groan tears from his throat and he throws his head back, eyes squeezing shut as spurt after thick spurt of his cum pumps directly down your throat. You swallow it down, your throat working to accommodate the volume of his release. The taste of him floods your senses, the salty, slightly bitter flavor coating your tongue as you gulp and swallow, not wanting to waste a single drop.
When the last spurts of his climax taper off, you slowly pull your mouth off his softening cock, and sit back on your heels, looking up at him with a satisfied smirk, your chin glistening with a few stray drops of cum.
"You taste even better when you're bossy, Sy" You giggle impishly, enjoying the way he's still trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving with the force of his orgasm.
He wastes no time in taking off your pants and panties after he hauls you up and off your feet, setting you down on the leather seat of his motorcycle.
He kneels between your splayed thighs, pushing them further apart to make room for his broad shoulders. Without warning, he leans in and spits directly on your pussy, the sudden wet heat startling a gasp from your throat.
He chuckles at your reaction "Let me hear you. Don't hold back, kitten. Give me everything."
His words are barely out of his mouth when he's licking a slow fat stripe up your slit, his tongue parting your lips to delve deep into your soaked folds. The feeling is so intense and so unexpected, that you arch clean off the motorcycle seat, a choked cry tearing from your throat.
"Ohmyfuckinggod!" You moan into your hand, your eyes rolling back and fluttering shut as his tongue works magic on your pussy.
The corners of his eyes crinkle with amusement at your reaction, clearly pleased by the effect he's having on you. "You were running that pretty little mouth of yours so eloquently just moments ago, use it again for me now"
You let your hand fall away from your mouth, your cries of pleasure filling the air unabashedly. Each flick of his tongue against your clit draws a shameless moan from your lips.
You can feel your arousal, mixed with Sylus's spit, dripping down your ass to the leather seat of his motorcycle. It's filthy, it's wrong, but it feels so unbelievably good.
He grips your thighs tighter, holding you open, keeping you exposed to his mouth and tongue. He's not going to let you close them, not until he's had his fill of your sweet nectar.
He suckles harder, his lips sealing around your clit as he draws it into his mouth, tongue swirling and flicking mercilessly. Your fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth leather as your body begins to tremble.
He nips your clit, soothing the sting with a long, slow lick before suckling harder pushing you over the edge.
He doesn't let up, continuing to lap at your spasming flesh, helping you ride out each glorious aftershock.
Finally, as the last waves of your climax begin to ebb, he pulls back and looks up at you with a smug, self satisfied grin, his eyes devouring the sight of your fucked out expression.
"Such a good girl"
THE BRAT BREAKER
He knew, he always did. When you teased him on purpose, and today you did.
Your flirtation with Nero was anything but subtle. Sitting on his desk, twirling your hair, chatting away about random nothings, it was clear you were putting on a show.
Poor Nero, ever the nice guy, fell for your charms hook, line, and sinker. He engaged with your playful banter, until a sharp glare from across the room pierced through the haze of his amiability. Xavier's look was enough to make the poor man scramble for an excuse, any excuse, to extract himself from the increasingly awkward situation. With a mumbled "I just remembered, I have that...thing..." Nero high tailed out of there faster than a Wanderer fleeing a Hunter's blade.
You turned to look at Xavier then, a coy smile on your lips. It was a smile that said, There, I hope that was enough to make you squirm.
Your little performance with Nero had only fueled Xavier's frustrations. The heat of his glare followed you as you sauntered away, a sway in your hips that spoke of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing.
And now, here you are. Kneeling before him, tears streaming down your cheeks as he thrusts deeper into your mouth. The strand of hair he pulls behind your ear is a gentle gesture amidst the rough treatment, a fleeting moment of tenderness.
"Look up at me when your mouth is full, Y/N" he commands, voice rough with desire and something darker. Something that says he's reached the end of his rope.
You obey, gazing up at him with watery eyes as he hilts himself fully in your mouth. The sensation of him hitting the back of your throat draws a gag from your lips.
"Good girl" he praises, thumb brushing away a tear.
"I love that my voice has you under my control" you squeeze your eyes shut and he continues "Yeah? Bet it feels good, doesn't it? Do you think Nero felt the same way when you were twirling your hair and flirting with him?" he pulls out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air.
His tone turns sharp, accusatory. The jealousy is still there, simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to boil over.
Before you can do anything, he's lifting you up and tossing you onto the bed. The world tilts and spins before you land on the soft mattress, your hair fanning out around you. For a moment, just a fleeting instant, you think this is it, this is when he'll finally fuck you.
But Xavier has other plans. He settles himself between your thighs, close enough that you can feel the whisper of his breath against your cunt. It makes you shiver and ache.
"You want to cum, don't you?"
"Yes, Xavie, please"
He chuckles, mocking and cruel. "I'm not going to put my mouth on a spoiled brat," he scoffs, one hand coming up to grip your hip "You want to cum, you work for it."
Your hands shake as you reach down, fingers brushing against your folds. You're dripping, absolutely soaked, your arousal coating your fingers as you part your lips and expose your puffy clit. A moan tumbles from your lips at the first touch, back arching slightly off the bed.
"That's it," he encourages "Show me how badly you want it.
You use your fingers to dip inside, running your palm over your clit at the same time. Your other hand moves up to your breast to pinch your nipple while you work yourself up.
Xavier watches, his face so close to where you are touching yourself, the back of your hand brushes against his chin and lips with each thrust of your fingers.
"So fucking needy. Go on, bunny, fuck your pretty little cunt. Make yourself cum all over your fingers"
Your fingers move faster, plunging harder, your palm grinding against your clit with each pass. Your breathing grows ragged, chest heaving, back arching as the pressure inside you builds to a fever pitch. You're so close, teetering on the edge, your walls starting to flutter and clench around your fingers.
And then, just as you're about to tumble over into sweet oblivion, you feel his hands on yours. Strong fingers curling around your wrist, pulling your hand away from your pussy. Your eyes fly open and you stare at him in disbelief.
"A-Xavie, please!" you keen as you stare up at him pleadingly, silently begging for relief.
Xavier moves over you, his body covering yours completely. He hooks his arms under your knees, pulling them up and back until your legs are pressed against your chest, knees by your ears. The new position leaves you exposed, completely open and vulnerable to him. The weight of his body settles over you, stealing your breath away, making it difficult to draw in air.
The moment you start to feel lightheaded, he finally gives you what you need. With one brutal thrust, he buries himself inside you, stretching you wide around his fat cock. The sudden penetration draws a scream of pleasure from your throat.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight" He doesn't give you a moment to adjust before he starts moving, hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm. Each thrust punches the air from your lungs, leaving you gasping and mewling with each drive of his cock deep inside you.
"Let's get one thing straight," he growls "No one fucking touches you but me. No one makes this pretty pussy theirs but me," he snarls, one hand fisting in your hair and giving it a sharp tug. The slight pain only heightens the overwhelming pleasure.
"Yes Xav! It's just you, only ever you! Please, please please!" you babble mindlessly, too far gone to care about anything but the feel of him moving inside you.
He leans down, teeth finding the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder, biting and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. He's branding you, marking you, making sure everyone knows that you belong to him and him alone. His free hand finds your clit, rubbing it in tight, rough circles, pushing you closer to the edge of oblivion.
"You're mine, say it. Tell me who this cunt belongs to," he demands as he pinches your clit hard, the mix of pleasure and pain drawing a scream from your throat.
"Yours!" you wail "It's yours, Xavi! All yours!" Your pussy clamps down around him, rippling and fluttering as you come undone beneath him. You gush around his cock, making the obscene squelching noises even louder.
He fucks you through your high, drawing out your pleasure until you're a boneless mess beneath him. Only then does he allow himself to find his own release.
His hips give a few more shallow thrusts, working himself through the aftershocks and then collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his softening cock still nestled deep inside your cunt.
Your lungs burn, body aching in the best way possible, but one thing is crystal clear, you belong to him, utterly and completely. And he won't let anyone, not even you, forget it.
It’s something you didn’t realize until Yvonne pointed it out shortly after Zayne had rushed off for an emergency operation. “You two are very reminiscent of cats.”
“Huh?” You only turned to look at her after Zayne had disappeared from your sight. Cheeks a little warm as she smiled at you. “You two said goodbye, but when Dr. Zayne kissed your cheek, he nuzzled you with his nose… you nuzzled him right back. It was pretty cute.”
You can't even say anything in response, your mind slightly malfunctioning as you think back on all the times you and Zayne have subconsciously nuzzled into each other.
You mean to tell Zayne about it when he gets home, just to see his ears grow red and his cheeks pink as he realizes his own habit.
Except, you forget about it when he gets hime. It's not until he's on top of you, his face buried in your neck, that it dawns on you. "You're like a kitten, Z." His body weight is settled snuggly on top of you, a slight hum sounding from his mouth as he processes your words.
"So are you." It vibrates your skin, makes you giggle a little harder and your nails scratch his scalp a little harder. "Yvonne pointed it out today, y'know. I couldn't even come up with a response."
Now, Zayne is chuckling too. The warmth of his face against your neck growing a little hotter. "You've softened me, my love. Ruined me, even. Now I can't help myself when my colleagues are present." The kiss that lands on the top of his head only ruins him further.
