Lemon oneshots

Eve X 2B X Reader (male)

Eve's thin frame reared up, her bosom contained in a deep black bra, as well as matching panties: her hair of a healthy brown, ponytail's end trickling off the edge of your bed, occasionally allowed stragglers loose, reigning against both of your abdomens.
Sunset leaked through your slitted blinds, turning a dim yellow as it crashed against the lazily set curtains.
"Damn, Eve!" You sighed, thrusting your hips against her private.
"I know!" She breathed; rocking to and fro atop you; her eyes lidded, turning up in a haze of lust, then down, catching your expression of ecstasy: caught between piles of pillows, upturned sheets, and a single loose, if half-scorched, playboy.

Your hands caress her thighs; squeezing, once under her knees, then again just above.
"Oh - tickles!" She giggled, shivering gently.
"Does it now?" You say, smirking, before squeezing again.
"Stoooop!" She laughs. "Seriously!"
"Why should I?"
Eve, adorning a large smile, and reaching down, claps her hands over your wrists bringing them up and together.
"Now what?" She says proudly.
"Now?" You answer. A moment passing, the two of you staring in both anticipation and adoration; you tug at your constrained wrists - Eve pouting - shaking her head.
"Well," you say. "Only one thing to do."
Shifting, you roll your hips so the bulge from within your boxers presses further into her.
"Oh!" Eve gasps, jerking up with your arms still bound. Her teeth chewing her bottom-lip, and as you roll again, her lips part in gasping pleads.
"More," her words quiet. "Do it more."
There the two of you push and pull: Eve, pressing down on your waist, eliciting deeper grunts from her, and you, pressing harder, groans filling, mixing well with Eve's.
"I think I've enough teasing," she chuckles.
"Then stop me."
Eve laughs, jerking your arms hard bringing you up; her lips meet yours, and she allowing your arms shoot around her frame, holding her closely.
The heroine's breath contains traces of a tart aroma; strawberry, if ever-more diluted for a tougher meal.
As well as her lips soft enough for an elegant treat - in utter defiance of her stature.
Her nails cling into your waist with a strength unbelievable - if not for your intimate knowledge of whom caressed you.

Pulling away your eyes meet; yet Eve's caring hold turns hostile, pressing you down, her lips on yours again.
Breathless journeys across cheek, collar, throat; teeth meeting sensitive flesh; kisses of the upmost kind afterwards leaving trails of saliva as soothing appreciations.
Your hands glide up her back halting upon the back of her neck, one stays, the other travels back down as to press into her rear.
She reciprocates your opposed position: one hand on your chest with the other snaking underneath your head.
"I needed this," she cooes into your lips, now hovering over them.
"I did too," you say. "I was hoping you'd wear that cheerleader outfit though."
"Oh?"
"Mh-hmm; your legs look great in it."
"Can't just be a simple man: a bra and panties aren't enough?"
"They are!" You say quickly; your fingers squeezing her plump cheek. "But, variety, y'know."
"It's a spice." Eve's lips meet yours again, however, in place of another passionate bout, she sits up, digging both sets of fingers under your boxers and pulling.

A quick click, another following, alongside another tall, thin, pale figure, standing before you: clear hair, blindfolded, in a simple black blouse and matching leggings.
"Excuse me?" She says. "You started already?"
"Well we weren't gonna just wait and do nothing!" Eve laughs. "Come on, he's already hard!"
She reaches down flicking the tip of your engorged girth. You flinch, squeeze her waist tighter as well as release a deep groan.
"I just pulled them down - now come on!"
Eve leans back allowing your size stand tall, twitching occasionally, a deep crimson forming around its tip, turning paler towards the base.
2B sighs rolling her head before leaning down over you: her lips above yours, and her fingers prancing around your wanting size.
"Tease!" You laugh.
2B smiles; her fingers clamp around you; immediately pumping, wet slaps filling the space between her and Eve.
Moans involuntary roll off your lips into hers; you grip her arm with one hand, the other clawing at the sheets.
"Fuck!" Is all you can manage.
"Slow down!" Eve exclaims with an obviously jealous tone.
"If he can't last like this!" 2B states, her knuckles damp, each repetitive slap growing in its wet echoe. "How can he last in us?"
Your teeth chatter in failed attempts at a retort.
"I'm sure he'll keep going - even if it is just to satisfy us!" Eve says. She lifts her weight off connecting her gaze with yours: nodding, as though devising an elaborate ploy.
"B!" You manage. "B - please!"
2B chuckles, closing her lips on yours for only a moment, before releasing them, whispering. "Can't last through a simple hand job?"
Your head rolls back, breath huffing with effort.
"P-please!" You whimper.
She chuckles again.