Okay, I haven't been writing AT ALL this past month. Work had dried my brain and I just couldn't find it in me.
But just now, in a horny epiphany, I imagined mc/you coming back to Zayne's house from a café date with your friends.
You looked a little anxious, giving him a quick peck and storming out to the bathroom. Maybe something you ate had upset your stomach? Zayne's thought was interrupted when he saw something on your thigh just beneath the hem of your skirt.
You were almost to the bathroom, away from prying eyes, when he stops you and you feel him before you hear him:
"Wait, you've got something here." He says as he collects the creamy substance slipping between your thighs, with his fingers (he was out of napkins in the living room). And being the sugar creep that he was, he thought it was maybe cream from some cream puff you'd eaten earlier.
Instead, he tastes none other than himself. And he freezes, his oupils dilating.
In slow motion, you turn your head towards him, clutching your bag as if your life depended on it. You watch as he struggles to understand until he comes to the conclusion.
Earlier, when you'd had sex that morning, you'd refused his aftercare and stumbled into the bathroom, saying you would do it yourself this time. Instead, you had made sure that his cum wouldn't slide out of you, keeping it in until the café reunion when you started feeling it wetting your panties, starting to drip down your thighs.
And so now, it was your turn to realise just how much of this diligence turned Zayne on. Especially the fact of you wanting to keep his cum inside you.
Bonus for my multi girlies: Zayne and Caleb usually take turns with you, and you make sure to clean yourself up every time you go from one of their houses to the other.
Today, though, Caleb had challenged you to keep his cum inside you for as long as you could, without Zayne noticing. Spoiler: it didn't take long. Spoiler #2: he made sure to fuck Caleb’s cum out of your system.
