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cozy afternoon! zayne

Content: NSFW content, masturbation (solo), no actual intercourse.

Plot: So, there's this line in which the game states that the MC forgot her clothes within the bathroom... what if she forgot something else?...

Note: Non-proof reader, sorry for not posting for a while. Hope you all like it :).

Number of words: 1,8K.

It was quite sudden, to be honest.

Just as you had finished your shower, there was a sudden knock on your door. When you looked through the small peephole, you were able to see Zayne there, waiting at your front door, his hair drenched by the sudden storm that started while he went out with some of his work mates after being pestered by almost each single female that worked there (as well as most males that actually saw him as some kind of idol) during around three whole weeks.

It took you a few seconds realize that Zayne was indeed there, at your door, his face was a bit flushed, and he was still wearing his formal attire which he used while he was at work. Luckily, he had been able to finish most of the paperwork he had, so he could allow himself to get some rest (not like he was taking advantage of the sudden storm, of course not). Your eyes were nailed to his pretty face, although something else quickly gained your attention, his clothes were completely drenched, making his shirt a bit translucent, just enough for you to be able to see his chest and fit body. He must have noticed it, as he suddenly got a bit flushed, his hands trying to hide his body just a bit. Finally, you were able to answer him, "Oh yeah! Of course, just enter the bathroom, you should have a shower, I'll try to search for something that may fit you." Just as you were about to run towards your room, Zayne spoke, "Are you sure you haven't left anything inside the bathroom?" You quickly denied it, rushing to your bedroom without allowing him to say whatever he was about to say.

After a few minutes, you were finally able to calm down, you took the clothes that could perhaps fit him (they were Xavier’s clothes, left by him in case he wanted to take a comfy nap in your own apartment), after clearing one of the main issues, you decided to start to prepare dinner, as it was already past eleven o’clock. While you were already cutting up the ingredients, a realization came to you. Your clothes! You had left your clothes (including your underwear) inside the bathroom, of course Zayne would have seen it by now! Despite that, you once again rushed, this time to the bathroom, you tried to be as quiet as a mouse, opening the door slowly, perhaps Zayne was still in the bathroom, sadly, this was not the case, as when you opened the door you found quite a sight.

Zayne, Zayne with his hair drenched, little droplets of water running down his body, his hand was wrapped around his shaft, your pretty underwear was also wrapped around it, his hand moving it up and down his length, as he tried to cover his soft moans by biting his lips. Just as you were about to leave the bathroom, he quickly turned around, his face completely flushed as he attempted to cover himself (unable to do so despite how hard he tried), you tried to explain yourself, “Oh, I just—remembered I had left my…clothes here, but it seems I was mistaken, I will search for them around my house, leave when you feel like it!” Of course that was a failed attempt to flee, as he quickly took you by your wrist. The towel was hiding his raging erection, but he still tried to remain as calmed as he was able to: “I’m…I’m sorry, I don’t know what took over me, you must be quite disgusted, I would completely understand if you wanted me to leave right now.” Well, how could you put it? Disgusted? Far from it, you were actually kinda (maybe way too) horny, I mean, seeing the man you loved losing it just because of your clothes? …Let’s be honest you were about to lose your mind, who could imagine someone as serious and “correct” as Zayne would lose his temper just from seeing the underwear of the person he loved. Just as he tried to make way for him to leave the bathroom, you got on his way, stopping him midway. “I don’t find you disgusting nor I want you to leave, Zayne, you-you are nothing if not precious to me.” Zayne’s hands tightened against the towel that was tied around his waist, almost as if trying to hold back. “I…I really don’t want you to feel somewhat pressured by this…this event” His face was much more flushed than before, perhaps it was just because of the embarrassment of being extremely close to you (of course not because of the little distance between his naked body and you).

You didn’t allow him to think it for longer, as you quickly pressed your lips against his. It was just a poor attempt of a real kiss, but it worked just as a spark, quickly making the doubtfulness of Zayne be blown away, his hands moved to your waist, caressing it as if it was the finest piece of art. His lips corresponded yours, swiftly taking charge of the kiss while his hands kept going up and down your back, sending small shivers down your spine. Who could image how experienced Zayne seemed at that moment?

Before you were able to respond, he had already taken both of you out of the small bathroom, having you on top of his lap as he made you a mess just through his tender hands and slightly cold lips, almost feeling as if you were about to melt on his hands. Despite Zayne had remained silent for a few minutes, it seemed that having you there all for himself gave him just enough confidence for him to actually state his feelings: “I have been trying so hard to simply ignore it, even to the point of wishing we had never met, but I have realized it is impossible, my soul is far too attached to you to even think about not meeting in our next lives. I no longer try to hide or avoid my own feelings, as I am well aware of them, I just… I don’t want to have you carry my own burden.” His eyes seemed to glisten with a mixture of nostalgia, desire and pure love. Regardless of that, you knew that he would refuse to develop that complex gaze, he did indeed avoid it, as his lips were once again kissing yours, the sudden warmth making your head spin a bit.

His little game kept going for a few minutes, sometimes allowing himself to play with your covered nipples over the little t-shirt you were wearing, making Zayne lose a bit more of his control every time your lips parted letting those soft pants and moans leave your mouth, or when you are slowly grinded against him, his hips rising just for him get a bit more friction, just a bit more.

The situation got even worse when you suddenly pulled away, leaving Zayne all high on the feeling, his cold hands tightly gripping your waist, not allowing you to move even an inch away from him, almost as if he was afraid of you disappearing from his grasp. His once cold hands were quite warm, perhaps as a result of the mixture between the alcohol in his veins and the extremely… sticky situation. He got you closer to him, keeping his hands just where they had been, “Why are you trying to run away from me?... Don’t you love me?” The cold exterior of Zayne was suddenly melting, his expression turning even softer against you, his head resting against your shoulder, as he whispered those soft words, a slightly possessive undertone kept lingering around his words, almost as if he was trying to enchant you with his velvety voice whispering sweet nothings against you. Zayne hands kept going up your back, starting to play with the fastener. When did he learn to be so…cute?

Despite his tactics, you tried to recover the composure, yes, you both may have kissed (perhaps even more kissing…), but you shouldn’t cross that kind of line, not when Zayne was barely able to keep his eyes open, Sadly, Zayne didn’t even flinch, regardless of how many times you tried to make him understand that you did in fact like him, but you preferred doing this type of stuff when he was completely there, not just half of his conscience. Making a small fuss, Zayne kept playing with your soft chest, finally getting rid of your bra and starting to play with your pretty nipples, pinching them every time you tried to re-explain why doing that kind of thing right now could be a bad idea, and how he should wait for some other day. He put one of his hands over your mouth, getting on top of you and lowering his face just enough for his lips to caress one of your nipples, starting to play with it, sucking on it as he smiled wickedly, his other hand  playing with your other nipple, making you let out soft moans despite you knew how you should try to stop him before he could regret it the following morning. He stopped for a second, speaking way too close to your chest and letting his warm breath against your skin. “Would you let me pleasure you…? Just a little, I promise.” He looked just like a lost puppy; how could you refuse him? So of course, you (once again) gave in, allowing him to get rid of your soft pyjama pants together with your underwear. He moved away from you, lowering so he could align his mouth with your sweet cunt, allowing his tongue to enter you slowly, sucking on your clit while one of his hands started to play with your entrance, other times caressing your clit until it was all sensitive, making you cry out every time he decided to act mean, sucking on it while his finger entered you, wiping the tears that fell down your cheeks due to the overstimulation.

He prologued this sweet torture until you became just a crying mess, babbling incoherent words as you tried to get him to move away, just enough for you to feel less lightheaded. Unfortunately, it didn’t matter how much you tried to move him, his sturdy arms were keeping you at your place, not allowing you to move even an inch without him pressing down on you, making you feel breathless as his body towered over your frame. “Please…my mind is hazy…” Your words seemed to fall into deaf ears, as his tongue and fingers kept torturing your sweet cunt, making you cum over and over his mouth, swallowing your alluring fluids, only stopping when you were on the verge of passing out. His warm hands took your limp body, switching positions and letting you rest on his chest. He took the soft blanket that was placed on the other duvet, covering both of you and interlocking his arms around his beloved one.

“Oh my fucking god, Zayne!”

You cried out as he bounced you on his cock like you weighed nothing.

“Shhhh, you asked for this, didn’t you?”

You may have misbehaved a bit too much in the pool hall.

You might have pushed him just a bit too much… but it’s not like he didn’t warn you.

Zayne’s nonchalance never wavered as he delivered a harsh smack to your ass as you bent down to hit the ball with your cue.

Catching eyes straying down to the crotch of his tight pants, you set one of your many last minute plans into action.

He had surprised you… sure you went out of your way to tease him but you didn’t think he’d bite so soon.

You really couldn’t help yourself. Zayne just looked so good in that suit.

He had ordered you to pull down the panties you wore under your playfully short skirt, which he stashed away in his pocket.

Fleetingly, you wondered if you’d ever see them again.

Sitting down, Zayne wasted no time pulling you into his lap and pushing his dick up into you, causing a deep moan from you both.

He really was fucking you like he was punishing you. That’s one of Zayne’s many positive traits; he was always a man of his word.

All the strength has long since left your knees, prompting Zayne to move you up and down on his cock like a human flesh toy.

And you were both absolutely loving it.

“Zayne please please pleaseee,” the last plead had been dragged out due to him slowing down his thrusts.

He was fucking you so deep and hard you could see stars.

You could feel every inch of his dick as he slowly fucked himself in and out of you.

“Fuck,” he curses, one of the rare times he does, with a deep groan. “You’re going to make me cum.”

“Cum inside please cum inside,” you babbled dumbly, as if you really do need it. “Cumming I’m cumming!”

You could’ve sworn your vision went white as you came, with your orgasm being just that intense.

What can you say? Dr. Zayne has a big dick and he knows how to use it.

You wrap your arms around his neck and grind yourself on him to draw out your orgasm, causing another euphoric sound from Zayne.

Reaching down to pinch your clit to intensify your feelings even more.

You damn near screamed at the sensation. “Zayne!”

That seemed to have did it for him, you felt his hips stutter before a blissful warmth spread all over your lower abdomen.

He was cumming inside you.

Strings of curses and groans left his lips as his grip on both your clit and your ass cheek tightened.

“Zayne… Zayne…” You chanted his name like a prayer.

“Yes,” he finally catches his breath. “I’m here.”

He finally let go of your erogenous zones, and instead pulled you into a tight hug, which you readily albeit tiredly reciprocated.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

You hum, pretending to think as you feel his cock throb and pulse inside of you.

“I think you might have to teach me again.”

“Shhhh.”

“Dr. Zayne…”

He put his thumb on the bridge of your glasses, pushing them up before moving it to your bottom lip.

His piercing green gaze followed his touch, staring intently at your flushed face.

“Suck.”

Well, I guess this is what you get for your incessant teasing.

But you couldn’t help it when Zayne looks so damn fine.

So now here you both were… pool cues abandoned to the side, with Zayne leaning back on the sides of the pool table and you on your knees in front of him.

His cock positioned right at your lips.

The red tip never looked so appealing, your eyes fleetingly followed the vein on the underside of his lengthy dick.

All you had done was innocently declare that you needed to powder your nose and you would be back soon.

It wasn’t your fault that you couldn’t help but to have the idea to take your panties off while you were in there and unabashedly slipped them into his pockets upon your return.

Who knew he would react so viscerally? Who knew he would drop his pool cue and pull you into such a passionate kiss?

Who knew he’d bring his hands into your hair and tug softly at it, sending shivers down your spine? Who knew he’d drag his hands to your shoulders and gently push you down to your knees?

Clearly none of this was your fault… although your actions undoubtedly did lead you to where you are now.

“But Zayne,” you feigned worry to make yourself seem at least a little responsible. “What if someone walks in?”

“You choose to worry about that now? Where was this sense of awareness five minutes ago?”

Fuck. He got you there.

Ugh, whatever. You loved being a hot messy slut anyways.

Not breaking eye contact, you slowly took the tip of his cock into your mouth, causing him to hiss softly.

“My godddd,” you thought to yourself, eyes rolling back. “He tastes so fucking good.”

You temporarily got caught up in licking all the precum from the tip of his pretty cock, causing him to grab your chin and tip your head upwards to look back at him.

You peered up at him from the top of your frames.

“Concentrate.”

You smiled to the best of your ability, as well as you could with his cock in your mouth.

You felt the grip on your chin tense. You got him right where you want him.

Taking the hand on your chin into your own hand, you moved his hand to the back of your head.

Once again looking up at him over the top of your glasses, you slowly took his entire length into your mouth.

“Fuck…” he cursed, throwing his head back.

Hearing the sounds he was making and looking up at his flushed face made you wanna cum right then and there.

You kept at a steady rhythm for quite a while, bobbing your head up and down on his cock.

Running your tongue along the vein adorning his pretty dick, and giving an extra attentive suck to the tip every time you reached it.

Occasionally, you felt his hips stutter and buck forward to get even more of his dick down your throat.

His deep groans echoed through the room.

You knew exactly what he wanted.

Taking every inch of him in your mouth, you slowly released him and jerked him off while you briefly spoke.

You pushed up your glasses.

“Fuck my mouth, Dr. Zayne.”

Shivers went down his spine. He knew you were bold, but hearing it in such an intense moment made his knees weak.

Thank god he has a stellar poker face.

The room went silent for a few moments. You really couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

He moved the hand that was jerking him off so eagerly.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He said, almost breathlessly.

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out; his invitation to begin.

Fuck, he felt like he could cum at just the sight of you.

He slowly pushed his cock back into your mouth, rubbing his tip back and forth a few times on your tongue, making you moan.

Once he was bottomed out in your throat, he started fucking your mouth in earnest.

Surely the sounds you two were making were audible from outside the room… but neither of you cared right now.

Each drag of his dick over your tongue and into your throat made you moan and gasp.

You’d always loved giving him head.

Zayne was making a fair amount of noise too. He was always relatively quiet but how could he be so in this situation?

Neither of your broke eye contact as he used you like a sex toy.

Your glasses moving with each thrust, and your eyes watering with tears running down your cheeks and ruining your mascara.

“I’m close.”

You hummed appreciatively, desperately. You wanted to make him cum so bad.

“If you look at me like that…” he groaned once again, started to speed up and get rougher.

A mixture of spit and precum slid past your plump lips and down your chin and he fucked your throat.

Suddenly grabbing the back of your head, he pushed his cock all the way down your throat as he came, making small thrusts to drag out his orgasm.

You swallowed every bit of his cum that he spilled down your throat.

Pulling himself out of your mouth, his cock twitched once more as another spurt of cum leaked out, this time landing on your face and glasses.

Usually Zayne would move quick to assist you, but neither of you moved.

He used his thumb and smeared the cum that landed on your cheek to the corner of your lips on into your mouth, which you readily accepted.

Once again looking up into his gorgeous eyes, you sucked on his thumb obediently.

Zayne exhaled softly.

“What am I going to do with you?”

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐄???

𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝟏-𝟏𝟎!!!

𝐃𝐑. 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄: 11/10 best ride guaranteed!!

I’m not biased I swear. Have you seen that dorsal hump?? Everything is perfect about his nose. The height is sure to reach your clit, so no need to worry about that. Width wise it’s also great, the thickness is just perfect for rubbing between your folds. The tip of his nose is nice and round so it’ll feel great rubbing on your clit and also through your folds. The dorsal hump is another wave of stimulation as he grabs your hips to make you grind on his face. After poking and prodding him all over and paying extra attention to his beautiful nose, Zayne had a proposition for you. “If you want it next time, tell me directly.” He’d probably have you straddle his head, gripping your thighs as you steady yourself. You asked him multiple times if he was really as okay with this as he seemed, to which he made a dissatisfied sound and said something along the lines of, “just sit down please.” You’d hover above his face for a moment, unsure about if you’d hurt him or not. Zayne sighs before grabbing your thighs and pulling you down. He got to work IMMEDIATELY. Firstly licking between your folds to lubricate you, making his perfect nose bump and slide against your clit. A few minutes later you were riding his face in earnest, moaning and screaming his name. He groaned as you tugged his hair, “more… faster please! Zayne!” Who is he to deny you?

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑: 8/10 smooth calm ride that’ll put you to sleep!!

A little bit of a longer nose so you have more stimulation time, being as to it’ll take you longer to grind up and down. The tip is at a good height, making it reachable without him having to strain his neck. The width is a littleeee thin, but what he lacks in thickness he makes up for in height. He’s definitely an eater. You’d tell him that you had a bad day in your unit, and he’d immediately flop back on the bed and offer his face as a seat. He mistook your shock at his vulgarity for confusion, before uttering very cutely, “well, you like my nose, right?” That was enough for you tbh. Slowly, you steady yourself as you straddle his face. “Fucking god…” He’d moan as he started eating you like you were his last meal. A string of curses and moans spilled from your lips as he tongue fucked you. And then you felt it… his nose bumping up against your clit perfectly. It truly was a stress reliever. How lucky are you?

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋: 0/10 nope!!

You bitches get nothing. I grinded for a ten draw and ended up getting fucking Fish Boy’s card so I’m taking this anger out on yall.

It’s no secret that Zayne is always busy.

You know this, his coworkers know this, even his patients know this.

One con of dating Zayne, if you could even name one, is the constant business trips and crazy work hours.

But as you both foster your relationship, and both learn to work around each other; you both found ways around this.

And that’s how you ended up how you were now.

Taking risqué pictures for your boyfriend, who was currently in another state.

Pictures of you arched over on the bed with your panties pulled to the side.

Pictures of your breasts pushed together with your arms with your nipples just barely peaking out of your bra.

And pictures of your legs spread playing with your clit.

Now, Zayne doesn’t show it outwardly, but while you were sending these pictures he was inwardly going insane.

It took some serious restraint not to hop on the soonest flight back home and fuck your brains out all night.

Luckily for him, restraint was a skill that he finely honed for eons.

The best he could do for now is try and drive you crazy as well.

So that’s how he ended up where he is now.

He almost felt stupid trying to get the right angle.

You felt your phone vibrate, and a wide grin spread across your face.

One that was quickly replaced once it our mouth went dry as you looked at the picture Zayne sent you.

You could see his stern face, and his beautiful green eyes that you could get lost in for hours.

He was shirtless, with his slacks unbuttoned and slightly lowered on his hips so you could see the band of his luxury boxers.

One hand adorned with a watch you had gifted him was holding the phone to take said picture, it was a mirror pic.

His other hand was holding the absolutely maddening print of his cock.

There was even a visible stain of precum.

It seems Zayne couldn’t fully comprehend the nature of his picture, and how sexy it was; but you absolutely could.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of your phone ringing, and the feeling of the vibrations in your hand.

Zayne was video calling you.

He’d also sent you another text.

“Answer the phone so I can show you exactly what you do to me.”

“Zayneeee oh my god!” You cried out as his thick cock repeatedly slammed into your g spot.

The pleasure was almost incomprehensible as he fucked into you from the back, his hips colliding with the flesh of your plump ass, your glasses practically jumping up and down from the force.

What had started as an innocent trip to Zayne’s office to deliver him a dessert you picked out that you thought he’d particularly like quickly turned into something much filthier.

It was record breakingly hot outside, and you had dressed accordingly.

A powder blue, backless, spaghetti strapped mini dress. A tight one at that, that emphasized your curves.

Upon seeing you in such a garment, in his favorite color no less, Zayne had a rare moment of spontaneity.

You should’ve known something was up when he stretched your greeting kiss out longer than your usual peck.

You seem to always end up in these situations; at the mercy of the pleasure he gave.

Upon fucking your thighs and making you cum once from the delicious friction on your clit, he wasted no time bending you over the desk.

The desk creaked under the movement of both of you.

“Please you need to be… quiet…” Zayne was struggling to be quiet himself.

You were so warm and tight inside, he was losing his fucking mind.

Especially since he waited years to have you again.

Zayne stopped thrusting for a moment, making you whine at the loss of such a mind numbing feeling.

“Why’d you stop?” You peered back at him, looking over your glasses that had been knocked lower on your nose, a sight he simply adored.

He simply couldn’t help but tease you.

Zayne chuckled lightly before grabbing both your wrists and pinning them to your sides.

“Wha-” You were cut off by Zayne grinding his dick into your walls.

It felt like he was in your guts.

You practically screamed before muffling yourself by biting your bottom lip.

“Do you want it?”

“Yes, Zayne, please!” You barely managed to get out before he sped up.

“Fuck back on me. Show me how you want it, (Y/N).”

You tightened around his dick at his words. He was so filthy sometimes.

Who knew Dr. Zayne got down like this?

You whined before doing exactly as he said. You could probably fuck better than him anyways.

He kept your arms pinned at your sides, which made the position all the more tantalizing.

“Hurry,” He breathed out with a groan. “I have an, mmph, 4 o’clock soon.”

Though he smothered his own sounds and barely showed it outwardly, Zayne was feeling it as much as you.

The sight of your disheveled hair and flustered face nearly made him cum right then and there.

He was simply that attracted to you.

He was significantly louder now, enjoying the feeling of you throwing it back on him plus the visual stimulation.

“Yes, just like that,” He threw his head back, letting go of your wrists and instead opting to grab your hips. “That’s so good.”

“Fuck…” You moaned as you sped up. His praise was pushing your further to your orgasm as you angled your thrusts to hit your g spot every time.

“Zayne… gonna cum… I can’t take it anymore…” You once again barely managed to get your words out through the gasps and moans.

This pushed Zayne over the edge that he was barely holding on to.

He completely pulled out before grabbing you by the neck and pulling you upwards, making you gasp.

“I’m sorry.” He gave gave you a short kiss before letting go of your neck.

He didn’t even give you enough time to wonder what for before covering your mouth with his palm and slamming back in to you.

The force of this motion knocking your glasses off your face and onto his desk.

Your screams and moans were muffled as he pounded into you fast, hard, and deep.

He had literally never fucked you like this before, it was like he hated you.

The sheer pleasure of how good he was fucking you made tears run down your face, ruining your mascara.

Your sobs were also muffled into his palm.

Zayne was right in your ear; huffing and moaning louder than he ever has before.

“Inside,” he gasps. “You want it inside?”

You nodded frantically, shouting muffled “yes’s” into his palm.

His thrusts got sloppier as you tightened around him, both your orgasms impending.

His breathing got heavier before he reached down and pinched your clit as he came deep inside you, making you squirt all of his cock.

“Fuckkkk (Y/N).”

You had never heard him gasp and pant like this.

And you’d never felt this level of pleasure before.

You came hard as he slowly fucked into you, riding out your orgasms.

You both relaxed your tensed muscles as your orgasms ended, and Zayne took his palm off your mouth to give you a deep searing kiss.

He pulled away, wiping away some of your mascara riddled tears.

“Thank you for the dessert.”

Sweet and slow.

They say good things come to those who wait. And you particularly agreed with this statement.

It truly was a testament to your relationship with Zayne.

The process of meeting again… talking… exchanging pleasantries and getting to know each other was timeless.

In every life you’d wait for each other. Every single time.

Having sex with him was the most intimate act you could fathom.

Getting to know each other’s bodies after so much time apart was so invigorating.

Sometimes the act was fueled vigorously by lust.

Exchanging glances and touches during the day… and both anticipating what was to come at night.

Zayne would pin you down and grind into you so desperately, mumbling filthy things about how much he wanted to fuck you for hours.

Foreplay was quick and passionate; so eager to get to the main act.

He would pin you on your back and hold your legs open while he sucked your clit, sneaking a finger in to rub over your g spot.

“Zayne… Zayne,” You’d whine, growing oh so impatient. “Please just fuck me already!”

And that he would.

Fast and hard at a bruising pace, bringing you to your respective orgasms quickly.

But what if… you two were in a sweeter mood?

Don’t get me wrong. Filthy, lustful, and downright nasty sex is amazing and extremely common between you two.

But what if Zayne just wanted to express how happy he was to have you again?

Or you wanted to express how grateful you are for his sweetness towards you?

Making love, not just having sex, was also nice sometimes.

“Like that,” Zayne whispered right into your ear. “Is that how you want it?”

You two were in missionary in bed, your head on the pillow and leg on Zayne’s shoulder.

“Yeah… just like that… don’t stop…” You reached for his hand to hold it.

Zayne was fucking you so deep and slow it was making you see stars.

It was these moments between you two you truly cherished. Moments of pure intimacy and love.

You were so happy to be here with him.

Zayne kissed your leg that was on his shoulder before leaning forward.

You happily wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer. You wanted to feel him everywhere.

“I love you Zayne.” You said breathlessly.

An unexplainable expression came over his face before he moved his arms to wrap around you and embrace you before kissing you passionately.

You knew Zayne had difficulties expressing his love for you due to all that he’s been through, but his actions said everything for him.

Moaning into the kiss, you both ran your hands all over each other, grounding yourselves in the feeling.

“Mmph!” You moaned loudly before wrapping your legs around Zayne’s waist and breaking the kiss.

“Gonna cum,” You said, gasping for air in between. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Me too. Can I cum inside you?”

His request made you tighten inside around him, making him shut his eyes and groan.

“Please.”

You caught his lips again in a searing kiss, pouring all your love for him into it.

Zayne’s pace sped up gradually as you both came closer to your orgasms.

Moaning louder and louder into the kiss, you both came together, hugging each other tightly.

He stayed inside you, cock still throbbing and twitching as you both held each other.

“(Y/N).”

“Hmm?”

“I love you too.”

“You’re such a fucking brat.”

“Fuck you… mmph!”

Sylus chuckled lowly at you attempting to muffle your voice.

It always started with a little bit of an argument.

It’s not that you two didn’t get along; it’s just that you didn’t always get along. Arguably because of him.

For whatever fucking reason, Sylus loved to tease you and get under your skin.

Whether this be by stealing the glasses right off your face and holding them high above your head, even going as far as to suspend them in air with his evol, or generally just poking and prodding at you verbally until you snapped; he got an odd kick out of pissing you off.

And then turning around and acting as if you were the unreasonable one.

You often pondered what his redeemable traits were, if he had any. Nonetheless you made a deal, and it would hurt your pride not to fulfill it.

Annoying as he was, he was stupidly handsome, and his deep voice and tantalizing stature sent chills down your spine.

Sometimes you liked it when he bullied you. Just a little bit… not a lot.

Especially when it progressed on to a charged type of banter.

“Watch your mouth, kitten.” He’d pretend to warn you ever so sternly. As if his cock wasn’t aching in his pants at your defiance.

He found you so hot when you got like this.

“Or what, Sylus? What are you gonna do?” And you’d egg him on every single time.

Then he’d get up, walk over to you, grab your neck and slam you into the wall behind you.

He’d grip the sides of your neck harshly and force you to look up at him, which made your glasses shift.

“You’re aching for it that bad, huh? Maybe you’re useless at seducing me, because this seems to be the only way you know how to get me to fuck you.”

You looked up at a him with hooded eyes, your hands gripping arm he was using to choke you.

Sylus wasn’t oblivious to how you were trying to hide how pleased you were with yourself.

He knew you loved it as much as him. Riling each other up like this. Matching each others energy.

“Fucking hell,” He threw his head back, feeling his cock throb at just the look you were giving him. “Open.”

You did exactly as he said, not breaking eye contact as you opened your mouth for him.

Sylus wasted no time in moving the hand around your neck and running his thumb over your lips and tongue before spitting in your mouth.

“Swallow.”

You did exactly as he said, not missing the glint in his eye and the palpable bulge in his pants as he watched you.

“Say you liked it.”

“I liked it, Sylus. Please give me more.”

“You’re such a dirty little bitch.” He put his hand over his face, trying to hide his smile.

Suppressing the urge to roll your eyes at how much he was clearly enjoying this and how you were enjoying playing into him, you take the hand he put over his face and move it to the back of your head as you get on your knees.

You couldn’t mistake how wet you were, annoying and hurtful to your pride as it was.

This dynamic was so invigorating, and you were so attracted to him.

Once again not breaking eye contact, you licked the expanse of his hard on through his black slacks, sending a shiver down his spine.

“That’s a good girl. Keep going, just like that.” He breathed out.

Unbuttoning his pants, you made quick work of taking his cock out.

That was another thing about him… his size was annoyingly impressive.

His dick was thick and lengthy, and he knew exactly how to use it. That’s why you even bothered entertaining his fuckery in the first place.

“Want me to fuck your mouth?”

You hummed, more eager to have his dick inside of you than anything.

“I think I want to fuck you first,” He quickly reached down and grabbed your arm, pulling you up. “Turn around.”

It was times like this you were sure Sylus had a sixth sense for you and your desires.

You once again did exactly as you were told, making quick work of your mini skirt and the panties you were wearing underneath.

Pulling your skirt up and pushing your panties to the side, you reached back between your legs for his cock, making him chuckle.

“So eager,” He rubbed his tip up and down your folds, making you moan lightly. “You want it that bad?”

You huffed. Your attitude returning due to him fucking around again.

“Sylus for fucks sake,” You whipped your head around to look at him, staring at him pointedly. “Get the fuck on with it already!”

“You were so nice earlier,” He began to push the tip inside you before pulling out, teasing you as he loves to do. “I’m starting to think you don’t like me anymore.”

“Sylus-”

“Alright alright I’ll give you what you want.”

He finally pushed his entire cock into you, making your jaw drop.

Fuck it was so big. It was like he was in your guts.

“Oh… my god…” You whimpered, feeling your knees buckle.

Grabbing you by the waist, Sylus held you up.

“Easy there sweetie,” You practically could hear the smirk in his voice. “We barely started.”

“Shut up…!”

He laughed. He couldn’t help it, look how tough you were trying to act like his dick wasn’t making your knees weak.

He leaned forward, lips grazing your ear as he spoke, “Allow me to help you out.”

Taking both your hands in his, he bent you forward, pulling your arms up behind you and holding your wrists together with one hand.

You moaned at how deep he was in you in this position.

“Like that?” He ground his dick into you lightly, making you gasp. “Is that good?”

“Yesss Sylus,” You moaned out. “So good!”

That’s all it took for him to start fucking you in earnest.

Moans spilled from your lips with every thrust uncontrollably, the pleasure of him pounding into you was undeniable.

“So fucking tight, my god.” Sylus threw his head back and groaned.

He was just as loud in bed as you, he truly had no shame in his game in any aspect.

“You’re such a fucking slut you know that?” He grunted through clenched teeth.

“Yes… right there!” You practically screamed as he slammed right into your g-spot.

“Here?” He started fucking you even harder, aiming for that spot in specific.

Your mouth fell open into a silent gasp as your eyes rolled back.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to answer his question.

The pleasure make your clench down on him desperately, making him groan loudly.

“Keep doing that and you’ll make me cum.”

“Inside.” You babbled mindlessly, trying desperately to get your words out.

“What was that?” He smirked, using your arms as leverage to pull you back into his thrusts. “Couldn’t understand you.”

“Need you… to cum inside… Sylus!”

“Hm?”

You felt your orgasm impending as he continued to fuck into that one spot that made your vision go white.

You knew you weren’t gonna last much longer.

“Please please cum inside me!”

Sylus knew he couldn’t hold back anymore. Picking up the pace of his brutal thrusts, he felt that familiar knot in his abdomen tightening.

“Cumming… I’m cumming!”

He barely had time to respond before you were cumming all over his cock, squeezing him even tighter than before.

“Fuck…”

He felt your spend dripping down his balls every time he thrusted back into you.

Feeling his own orgasm quickly approaching, he thrust deep inside of you.

Moaning right in your ear, he came deep inside of you, feeling his cock twitch and throb with every spurt of thick cum.

It was so utterly satisfying to the both of you.

Sylus observed the milky white ring around his cock and he weakly thrust in and out of you, riding out his orgasm.

A content silence fell over the both of you.

That is, of course, until Sylus decided to ruin it.

“You’re so much cuter when you’re quiet, sweetie.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Backlash.

It was the consequence of overusing your evol.

Not everyone experienced it, but most powerful evolvers have.

And unlucky for you; your evol was quite strong.

You knew this. The Hunters Association knew this. Zayne knew especially well, as to the effects it had on your body.

But nobody knew exactly what your backlash was. People always tried to guess, but to no avail.

Heightened body temperature? No.

Extreme fatigue? No.

Madness, even? Well… not quite.

Your backlash was as unique and strong as you.

Many people faced minor symptoms thiat only impaired them for hours at most.

Yours lasted for at least a day. At most two.

Your backlash made you feel as though the most potent aphrodisiac had been dropped into your body.

It was… beyond embarrassing.

You preferred not to take more than a day off at a time, saving most of your vacation time for Zayne.

So you’d mastered the art of hiding it.

Or so you thought.

You find yourself laying in bed after your strange behavior post mission had been noticed by Tara.

After much poking and prodding at what was wrong with you, she alerted Jenna of your odd symptoms.

After a brief inspection, Jenna sent you home on sick leave and told you not to come in the next day either.

“What a pain,” you thought fleetingly. “I hope they don’t think I’m weird.”

You turn over on your side and groan.

It was like you were burning up. You felt hot and sticky… and there was this ache you couldn’t seem to get rid of.

Sure you could handle your arousal yourself, but that never satisfied you. For long, anyways.

Just as you were about to throw in the towel, a knock on your door interrupted your thoughts.

No… oh no…

It was 5PM on a Thursday… it could only be one person.

You hastily get out of bed, haphazardly throw on your glasses, and speed walk to your front door.

Standing on your tippy toes, you look out the peephole.

FUCK IT WAS ZAYNE

You quickly turn around and put your back against the door, leaning against it in your shock.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed a little too loud.

“I knew you were home,” his voice sounded from the other side of the door. “Let me in.”

“Uhhh no I’m not home. Leave a message okay bye-”

“Stop with your games and just open the door. Your coworkers contacted me and said you were sick. I just want to check on you.”

The concern in his deep, monotonous voice made your resolve crumble.

Exhaling before fixing your hair and pushing up your glasses, you open the door.

His piercing green eyes bore into yours, making your knees go a little weak.

He’s so handsome…

You shook those thoughts from your head.

It seems he came right from the hospital. He was still wearing his white button up, black slacks, and his glasses.

“Thanks for the concern, but really Zayne I’m fine.”

Ignoring your blatant lie, he gently put a hand on your forehead.

“You’re burning up,” he frowns. “Go back inside.”

Not particularly having the energy to argue, you trudge back to your room and flop down on your bed.

You had the impression that Zayne was right behind you, but it seemed like he had gone elsewhere in the house.

Moments later, he emerged from wherever the fuck he’d gone with a glass of water and two pills.

Zayne sat down on the edge of your bed and handed both items to you.

“Here, take these.”

You hastily do as he says, wanting to get him in and out as quick as possible while you were in this state.

It’s not that you didn’t want to see him; you didn’t want him to see you like this.

“Finished. You must be super busy so I don’t wanna keep you long. Why don’t you-”

“Aren’t you going to tell me what’s wrong first? I’m your primary care physician.”

Damn him and his… sweet and caring concern.

You heart swelled, but once again you groaned and turned away from him on your side.

You had two options right now.

Option one: be honest and tell him everything. He wouldn’t judge you… probably…

Option two: play into being sick and evade any and all questions until he left.

You turned your head to look back at him, and his concerned gaze looked back at you.

Zayne was your best friend. He wouldn’t do anything to harm you. Or say anything to hurt you.

He only ever wanted the best for you. And tried his best to take care of you and make you happy.

And you loved him. And you were pretty sure he loved you.

You decided to just be honest. He is your doctor after all… maybe he could help you.

“Zayne do you experience backlash symptoms after using your evol?”

He nods. “My body temperature drops dangerously low.”

You sighed. You fucking wish you had his backlash.

“Why? Are you experiencing backlash right now?”

Now it was your turn to nod.

“My backlash isn’t temperature irregularities or fatigue or nausea,” you turned over again. You didn’t wanna look him the eyes for this one. “It’s a little- well a lot different. Very different.”

There was a pause before Zayne’s response.

“Go on.” He tone seemed skeptical.

“It’s arousal.” You mumbled quickly, gripping the sheets and squeezing your eyes shut.

“Pardon?” Zayne either didn’t hear you at all, or seemed not to hear you correctly.

“It’s…” you sighed again, tears brimming from the sheer embarrassment of your confession. “Arousal. My backlash is arousal. And I can’t control it.”

Another pause.

“I see.” He said solemnly. You felt him move on the bed, and assumed he was doing that stupid ass thing where he puts his hand on his chin.

His reaction, or lack thereof, was the nail in the coffin for you.

You started to snuffle as tears ran down your face.

Zayne was immediately startled by this.

“Are you crying?”

“No, you idiot.” You clearly weren’t a good liar. Why do you keep trying?

Zayne sighs before you feel him move once again, and suddenly he’s hugging you from behind.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” his voice took on a much softer tone now that he sees your upset. “There are many different types of backlashes. Some more extreme than others.”

You leaned in to his hug, finding comfort in his calm voice and cool body.

“I was so afraid you were going to judge me.” You looked over your shoulder at him, glasses clinking against each others.

“I would never.”

You both seemed relieved as you say in silence. Hugging each other as you calmed down.

As comforting as Zayne’s hold was, it was doing nothing for your backlash.

You shifted in his hold.

Alright, now you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Zayne, please,” you pleaded, looking back at him one again and peering up at him from the top of your glasses, “I can’t take it anymore.”

Another pause… a longer one this time.

Usually Zayne doesn’t take that long to think. He must really be plotting this time.

Suddenly, you feel his ice cold hands running all over your body.

You just barely stifled the moan that threatened to leave your lips.

“Zayne…” You whimper his name, and you heard his breathing pick up.

“Do you want my help?”

You felt like you just had cold water dumped all over you.

“W… what?” Surely he was fucking around.

“Do you want my help, Y/N?”

Him saying your name sent shivers down your spine.

“You don’t have to.”

“But I want to.” While his gaze once held concern, now held something else.

Something new in him you’d never seen before.

“Zayne… are you sure?” This time you fully turn around to face him.

This time he doesn’t respond. He just wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you on top of him.

You squeal as he positions you so that you’re straddling him.

And then… you feel it.

Your eyes widen and you look down.

His dick straining against his pants. Right under you.

It was deliciously hard against you, and you could feel the warmth through the layers you both have on.

“Does that answer your question?”

Now you really couldn’t hold back.

You quickly bent down to catch his lips in a desperate kiss.

It was nasty and sloppy. All tongue and lips… something you’d never expect from him.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you bring him to sit up with you.

Instinctively he grabbed your waist, dragging his hands down your back and ass as he fervently kissed you back.

Once again feeling his cold hands on you, you moaned freely at his touch.

Grabbing your hips, he pulled them forward, causing you to grind down on his erection.

This caused you to break the kiss with a pleasured sob.

“Oh my god, Zayne-!” He was hitting just the right spot.

This was enough motivation for him apparently, so he kept going.

Gripping his shoulders for dear life, you kept dragging your cunt against that one spot that sent waves through your body, as Zayne kissed down your neck.

It was all becoming too much… Zayne sucking that sweet spot on your neck and his cock grinding against your clit so deliciously.

“Wait,” you pushed him away weakly. “Zayne wait…”

He immediately halted his actions.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m gonna cum like this,” you gripped his shoulders again as you looked away. “I wanna do… other things too.”

Zayne chuckles, something he rarely does, before leaning back to loosen his tie.

You shifted in his lap again at the sight, making his exhale sharply.

“What do you want to do?” He looks up at you, the ghost of a smile on his face.

Shit. You didn’t think you’d get this far.

“I… don’t know.” You bashfully admit. You don’t dare meet his gaze.

You feel him grip your chin and turn your head towards his and forces you to look into his eyes.

He made you so nervous.

“I can take the lead if you want. Just let me take care of you.” Zayne’s soft tone of voice almost puts you at ease.

But how could you truly relax when you were literally sitting on his hard dick?

You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

“Okay,” you nod, finally looking right at him. “I trust you.”

Zayne smiles fully this time, before running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“That’s my girl.”

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭?

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- He finds you so amusing.

- It’s fun, watching you meander about recklessly; not a thought behind those shiny eyes.

- Pink, girly, Hello Kitty, hyperfem fun!!

- The first time he used his eye to see what you desired most, it was revealed that your deepest desire was a pair of shoes you hadn’t managed to get your hands on yet.

- He later bought those exact shoes just for you.

- Protective af!!

-Matching outfits.

- Lets you do skincare on him and style his hair.

- Holding hands so you don’t get lost. You’ve gotten lost before. He acts from experience.

- Having to save you from the twins’ pranks.

- “Wait you can see them too?”

- “What? The twins?”

- “They’re twins????”

- You know you can trust Sylus to take care of everything, so you were able to turn your brain off and just focus on looking pretty next to him.

- Spoils you!

- Love shopping? He’ll go with you.

- Sylus has alllllll the stamina in the world for your shopping sprees.

- Knows how much you love dressing up, so he makes a point to take you out and show you off.

- “You look so pretty, sweetie. Turn around. Let me see.”

- This ends with you pressed against the wall, bent over as Sylus is behind you eating you out.

- Lets you call him daddy.

- Loves to tease you, and make fun of how ditzy you can be, but would snap someone’s neck if they did the same.

- “Was someone mean to you? Give me a list. I’ll take care of the rest.”

- He knew you could take care of yourself of course, but just in case.

- Not insecure. They can stare all they want, you were all his after all.

- Sometimes he feels that you look a bit too pretty.

- But on days like those he takes you wherever you want, spoils you rotten, takes you back to his house and fucks your brains out.

- Not that you had any in the first place lol.

- Sylus thinks you look cutest begging to be stuffed full of his cock.

- “Please Sylussss, I can’t take it anymore!”

- “It’s all yours kitten.”

- Whew he’s good in bed.

- Match made in heaven!!

You were driving him fucking crazy.

Surely he wasn’t that intimidating… right?

For the first time in his life, Sylus was jealous.

The man who had it all, could have it all, and could have anyone he wanted was jealous beyond reproach.

He wanted you so fucking bad. But it seemed like you were pulling farther and farther away from him every day.

Seemed as though you much preferred Luke and Kieran too.

He would invite you over to bond over the aether cores a bit more, and you’d spend 90% of your time fucking around with the twins.

Sylus could hear your laughter all the way from his office.

Through the emotions of jealousy, he also felt a tinge of sadness. Did you truly detest him that much?

Were you scared of him? Did you have someone else?

You two had resonated before. Surely that meant something. Anything.

He was beyond frustrated. Sad. And insecure. All things he’s never felt before.

And from your perspective, it looked like he didn’t give a fuck about you.

Sylus would invite you over, let you in, and disappear into his office.

He was such a damn workaholic.

You were apparently supposed to be “spending time” together and he’s cooped up in his office plotting on next mans downfall.

You just didn’t get him. At all.

The times you two did spend together were extremely fun. And fulfilling.

And you had grown to really like him. And develop a particular attraction to him.

But the worst part about everything was that you weren’t sure how Sylus felt about you at all.

It was so painstaking, and he was so intimidating.

He had invited you over again, which you had opened the message, read it, and ignored it.

You were so sick of the emotional turmoil brought about by your possible one sided crush.

All you wanted to do was stay home and rot in bed with all your plushies.

You’d deal with all the rest another day, you figured.

“Is this girlhood?” You thought to yourself as you ran your hands across the soft material of grumpy crow’s faux feathers.

You stood like this for another thirty minutes before you heard a knock at your door.

Groaning, you get up. Taking the time to put your glasses back on to answer, you conclude that today was really not your day.

Swinging your door open with all the vigor and confidence in the world, looking at what or better yet who was behind the door made your blood run cold.

It was Sylus.

And he looked pissed.

This did nothing but fuel your own rage. What did he have to be mad about? He was the one pushing you away!

After staring at each other sideways for a good minute, you finally decided to break the silence.

“The fuck do you want?”

Sylus’s lip twitched a little at your curse at him.

“Drop the attitude, kitten,” He stared down at you sternly. “You know why I’m here.”

“Why are you here, then?”

“Why are you ignoring me?”

“Answer my question.” You took a step closer to him, seething.

“Answer mine first.” He decided to match your energy, also taking a step closer.

“That’s childish of you,” You laughed dryly. “Not that I don’t expect it.”

Oh, you were testing him.

Sylus closed his eyes, running his hand through his hair, and counted to ten in his head.

“What’s your problem, Y/N?”

You flinched at his use of your name, but nonetheless never wavered.

He rarely ever actually called you by your name.

But you were done being intimidated by him.

“No, Sylus what’s your problem? Why do you keep inviting me over just to waste my time and hole yourself up in your office? You think I enjoy just being an afterthought to you?” Tears had begun to well up in your eyes out of anger.

This had taken Sylus aback. He always expected you to follow him to his office. He didn’t expect you to just stay in the lobby and do fuck all.

He sighed, which you took as him becoming annoyed with you.

“It’s not that I hole myself up,” he spoke through gritted teeth. “Obviously you’re supposed to come with me. You’d rather just spend all your time fucking around with those two.”

You take your hand and angrily plant your hand on his chest, giving him a good shove.

“Fuck you!”

He caught your wrist, quickly taking a look around your surroundings and making sure nobody was watching you two.

All of your previous convo had been taking place right at your front door.

Opening your door further, Sylus dragged you into your apartment, closing and locking the door behind him.

“What’re you-”

You could barely get the words out before Sylus’s fist slammed into the wall next to your head, effectively pinning you against it.

“Sylus-”

“You’re so fucking aggravating, you know that?” Now he was the one seething. “You got so butthurt over a misunderstanding and instead of just talking to me, you decided to throw a hissy fit instead. How fitting.”

It was only so angry someone could make you. It seemed as though Sylus danced on his own special nerve of yours, though.

“Hissy fit? I’m not the one getting jealous of my own damn henchmen!” You poked your sharp nail into his chest with every word. “I only hung with them because you were too scatterbrained to ask me to follow you to your stupid ass office!”

Sylus grabbed the hand that you were poking at him with and pinned it to the wall above your head.

“You’re such a needy kitten,” He got even closer than he already was. “Sometimes I wonder why I even like you.”

“You fucking- wait.” You’d stopped dead in your tracks.

Sylus furrowed his brows and looked at you completely confused. “What?”

“You like me??” You said, also completely confused.

“Christ to god you’re so dumb.” He shook his head. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Not at all.”

“What?” His confusion turned into disbelief. “What else do you think I bought you all that stuff for?”

“I don’t know! To like,” You looked away from him, embarrassed. “Get on my good side so we can resonate or whatever.”

Silence.

Silence filled the room.

He looked down at you in silence for a good minute.

You looked down at the floor in silence for a good minute.

You two both stood like this before you heard his deep chuckle.

“Are you… laughing?!”

This only made him laugh harder.

“Just answer me this one time, it’s a yes or no question, sweetie,” He let go of your hand and instead grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Do you like me too?”

You blushed hard at his hand placement. You didn’t think things would take such harsh turns today.

Pushing up your glasses, you finally mustered up all your courage and looking him right in his eyes.

He has that stupid ass smirk on his face, like always.

“Yes. I do.”

Sylus wasted no time pulling you into a deep kiss.

The suddenness and intensity of the kiss made you moan, which he immediately took as an opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss even further.

He was running his hands all over your body, it was as if his touch was setting you on fire.

Breaking away from him to catch your breath, you both made eye contact once again.

“Sylus…” You moaned his name, pulling him down once again into another kiss.

“Wait,” He smiled against your lips, turning you around so you were bent over with the support of your palms on the wall, and positioned himself right behind you. “Like this?”

“Oh…!” You arched your back, chills running down your spine as you felt his hard cock pressing right against your ass.

It was so tantalizing… feeling just how much he wanted you.

“Is this what you wanted, kitten?”

You nodded vigorously.

You felt a harsh smack come down on your right ass cheek, making you jump.

“I want to hear you say it.”

It was like the words were caught in your throat. Everything was so stimulating… it was like you couldn’t think straight.

“Actually,” He rubbed his hand over the area he smacked to soothe it. “I’ve teased you enough already. I’ll give you what you want.”

You were initially confused by this statement, but his next actions cleared things up for you rather quickly.

Kneeling behind you, Sylus made quick work of tugging your pants and panties down in one fell swoop.

“Sylus!” You looked back at him with your jaw dropped. “You could at least warn me next time.”

“I prefer to take the initiative.”

He wasted no time getting to work.

Running his tongue up and down your slit to lubricate you, he ran his hands up and down your thighs.

Sylus has barely done anything to you yet and already you were a moaning dripping mess.

He felt his cock throb painfully at the noises you were making.

“Where do you want me to touch?” You felt his lips move against your skin as he talked, making you shudder.

Mustering up all the composure you had left, you found the strength to answer him.

“My clit.” You said quietly and rather bashfully.

You heard his deep, satisfied chuckle once again before feeling one of his long fingers finally dip into you as he laid a gentle kiss on your clit.

“That’s my girl.”

(requested by @athelonewolfuniverse)

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭:

𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬… 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭??

⋅ ˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬:

It was no secret that Sylus’s dexterity was finely tuned.

He always spoke about how if your fingers were more sensitive, you’d have an advantage over your opponent or… something like that? You weren’t really listening.

Sylus didn’t miss how your eyes lit up a bit when you glanced at his hands. He’s teased you about it endlessly.

As much as he loved to mess with you, he also loved giving you exactly what you wanted.

Which is how you both wound up here, in your current position.

“Sylus… oh… my god!” You nearly fell forward onto the table as he delivered a harsh smack to your ass.

“Easy sweetie,” He rubbed his hand over the bruised skin. “I’ve barely even started.”

You two had been sitting together in his dining room when you had stared as his beautiful hands a bit too long.

You broke your gaze away from them, looking up and accidentally catching eyes with him.

“You’re too far away,” he beckoned you closer with his infamous smirk. “Come closer. I don’t bite. Surely the big bad hunter isn’t afraid of me?”

As many times as you’ve blown his stupid proposals off with a, “reverse psychology doesn’t work on me,” it unfortunately did work this one time.

You decided to match his bold disposition. Maybe it’d finally shut him up. Sylus talked too much.

Walking right around the table to where he was sitting; you mustered up your sexiest saunter over to him and sat right in his lap.

“Satisfied?”

“Fuck,” You felt him exhale against you, carefully wrapping his arms around you. “You don’t even know.”

He pulled you into one of the most passionate kisses you’ve ever had.

Then one kiss turned into a make out. And then you two started to grope each other all over, and things got more and more heated.

Running your palm back and forth over the bulge in his black slacks, you bit his neck as you felt him gently push you away as he huffed out a groan.

“Wait,” He grabbed you by your shoulders. “Bend over the table for me, kitten.”

You licked your lips before doing exactly what he said, not daring to break eye contact.

While you were once hesitant to look him in the eye, you now adored being the only one in his gaze.

You see him palming himself through his slacks as he watched you bend over, making you even wetter than you were before.

“Yeah, just like that. Pull your panties to the side.”

You once again did exactly as he said, still looking into his encapsulating red eyes.

Sylus reaches forward and gives you a good spank, making you sensually gasp.

You feel both of his hands on your ass, and then you feel him give you another smack.

“Sylus please...”

He kisses the spot he previously hit.

“Hm?” You hear him chuckle behind you. “Tell me what you want.”

“I wanna know what your fingers would feel like inside me.”

Sylus felt himself be taken aback, something he found himself to be often in your presence.

Everything with you was so new to him.

“What my sweet girl wants,” He kisses the red, sore spot once more. “She will get.”

You felt him dip one of his long fingers into you, finally, making your jaw drop.

“Tell me where it feels good.”

Bending his finger forward, Sylus starts off with slow pumps in and out of you, a feeling that has you struggling to stay still.

“Oh… my god…” You felt a harsh shiver make its way down your spine. “Just like that… feels so good…”

“Yeah?” He starts to pick up the pace, building up a delicious friction inside of you. “Want more?”

“Please!” It had come out louder than you intended, but that was the last thing on your mind at this point.

Wait the door was locked… right?

Just as you were about to deepen what was supposed to be a fleeting thought, you feel your mind nearly melt out of your ears as Sylus smoothly stuck another finger inside you.

Curling both fingers forward, you felt him start to prod around inside you for your gspot.

Everything he was doing to you was turning you into a mess of moans and gasps.

Then he found your gspot.

You felt the tips of his fingers rub against that one spot that made your knees weak.

“There!” You nearly screamed, knees almost giving out under you. “Right there… so good Sylus don’t stop…!”

“Here?” He pressed the spot extra hard, making you gasp loudly once again.

“Yesss yeah right there!”

You heard him laugh once again before feeling his thumb on your clit.

“Sylus… Sylus…”

Eyes screwed shut, you couldn’t stop chanting his name as he sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body.

“Keep calling out my name, sweetie.” He felt his cock throbbing painfully in his pants.

But he wouldn’t stop until you were cumming all over his fingers.

And then he’d make you beg to be stuffed full of his dick. Every single inch.

He thought of making you count the inches out loud as he sunk himself into you painfully slow.

This filthy train of thought was quickly derailed by your pussy tightening delightfully around his fingers.

“Sylussss,” He felt you fuck back onto his fingers. “More…”

Not missing a beat, he stuck a third finger inside you and started to rub your clit in tight, quick circles.

You practically screamed out the moan previously caught in your throat.

The entire base had to know what you two were doing by now.

“Oh my god… I think I’m gonna cum!”

Sylus started to move his fingers even faster in and out of your, rubbing right over your gspot with every single thrust.

“Go ahead. I want to see you cum all over my fingers.”

And you did just that.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞:

“Mmm… mmm!”

You moaned against Zayne’s lips as he rubbed your clit with his thumb over the material of your jeans.

Being that he was a surgeon, a top surgeon at that; Zayne’s dexterity was finely honed over the years.

He could hold even the tiniest and thinnest of tools. Get into nooks and crannies that no other could.

And his hands… they were beautiful.

So much skill and devotion captured in every movement.

The silver scars adorning them only made them so much more appealing.

He often caught you staring during your quality time together… times when you were supposed to be finishing up work reports or studying.

“Concentrate.”

“Sorry…”

Ever so often, he loved to indulge you.

Zayne knew just how good he was with his hands. And he’d let you know too.

“I feel bad for impeding your work efficacy,” You could see the ghost of a smile on his face. “No matter. I’m sure I can make it up to you tonight.”

“Zayne…”

He stopped touching you, making you whine at the loss of his touch.

He instead took each of your hands in his, lacing his fingers through yours and pinning your hands on the bed next to your head.

“Tell me what you were thinking about earlier, Y/N.” He didn’t break eye contact as he dipped down to kiss along your neck.

You felt the heat rush to your face at the ticklish sensation.

“I was thinking about…” You turned your head away, not being able to bear the intense eye contact much longer. “Your fingers inside me. And how good it feels.”

“Hm.” You heard the vague amusement in his voice.

Oh, how you had a love hate relationship with this side of him.

“Well, you did finish all your work earlier. That should be rewarded, no?”

Zayne gave a few more kisses to your neck, making you squirm, before sitting up and taking your pants and panties off.

“I never get sick of this sight.” He sighed affectionately.

You felt so exposed under him. But you trusted Zayne more than anyone else. You were safe with him.

Pushing up his glasses, Zayne wasted no time getting to work.

Running his middle finger up and down your slit, he gathered the wetness on his finger before slowly pushing it inside you.

This made your jaw drop. You threw your head back with your eyes screwed shut tightly.

You had been wet all day. You had been waiting for this all day.

"Oh my fucking god Zayne.." You couldn't help but toss and turn at the feeling. His fingers were so long.

You opened your eyes and looked down fleetingly. He felt so deep inside you with just one finger.

“Like that?”

“Yes… please…”

Smoothly adding a second finger into you, he began to make scissoring motions with his two fingers inside you.

Zayne felt his cock throbbing in his pants. But he knew discipline more than anyone else.

He wouldn’t stop until his job was done.

Deepening and intensifying his movements inside you, he watched your facial expressions change and react to his every action.

Going off of this he found the best ways to pleasure you.

“How about a third finger?”

"Yes, yes... please..!" You babbled dumbly as his thrusts sped up.

Doing just as you asked, he carefully added a third finger to the two already inside you.

Fuck, he wished he could give himself even a little bit of relief. Watching you so enthusiastically receive the pleasure he was giving you was turning him on unbearably.

What Zayne really wanted to do was pull his cock out and jerk himself off while still continuing his ministrations on you.

But he wouldn’t allow himself to get distracted. He knew he’d cum in seconds if he were to do that.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, he opted to dip down and give you a quick kiss on the lips instead.

"How about right here?" He asked before reaching down between the two of you to rub circles into your clit.

"Yes!"

He always knew the right spots and how to touch them. He knew you inside and out. No pun intended.

He knew right where your gspot was too.

Slightly twisting his fingers as he pulled them in and out of you, he curled them forward into your gspot with a substantial press every time he passed it.

Your jaw was dropped into a permanent gasp, your hands thinking with a mind of their own as they reached down to grab Zayne’s wrist.

Not even stopping his motions in and out of you, he quickly took both of your hands with his one free and pinned them above your head.

“Oh… Zayne… I can’t take it anymore!”

“I know you can. Do it for me.”

The sound of his voice… what he was saying… what he was doing to you.

It was all too much. Poor you.

"Zayne I'm gonna cum!" You threw your head back on the pillow and gripped as his shoulders harshly.

"Cum for me,” He said breathlessly, watching you with adorably red ears. “So I can fuck you after.”

He grabbed your chin and pulled you into a passionate kiss as he brought you to your climax.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭:

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝…!

⋅ ˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬:

“Yes,” Sylus threw his head back, exposing his adam’s apple. “Just like that.”

Things had gotten a little heated on the couch in the living room.

You two had been watching this old ass movie tied to a soundtrack in Sylus’s vinyl collection as a pastime, and had clearly gotten distracted.

He had been very periodic and methodical with his caresses and touched, before finally leaning over and whispering in your ear, “instead of watching a movie, why don’t we make one?”

Stupid. How predictable.

Sylus was beyond hot though, so you let it slide.

Turning away for a moment to roll your eyes, you swing your leg over his lap to straddle him.

And that’s how you two ended up here.

You’d never had a makeout session so intense.

You felt his hands all over you… you felt like you were on fire.

You were also more than positive that your wetness had leaked all the way through your panties and pants.

“Oh!”

Your train of thought was interrupted when Sylus thrusted right up into you.

It felt so good… you could feel his hard dick pressing right into your clit.

“You shouldn’t give away what you like so easily, sweetie,” He gave one last squeeze to your tits before moving his hands down to grip your waist. “You’re giving me such a large advantage.”

Jesus Christ he talks too damn much.

You didn’t particularly feel like arguing with him today. Sure, it could be fun, but what you really wanted was to shut him up.

Deciding to take the initiative, you repositioned yourself to sit right on his hard dick, and started to roll your hips back and forth.

Sylus inhaled sharply, something you didn’t miss.

Grinding on him slowly and sensually, you feel his hands twitch on your waist as you kissed down his jawline to give his neck a sharp bite.

The sound of Sylus’s heavy breathing and moaning only egged you on further.

“Fuck, kitten,” He shut his eyes tightly, throwing his head back. “Wait…”

Sylus was going fucking crazy.

Why did it feel so good? It was just a little kissing and grinding.

He suddenly felt like a horny teenager all over again.

But it felt so fucking good… you felt so fucking good. Rarely did you ever have the chance to get on top like this.

Maybe he should let you do it more often.

It was so out of character for him, to be moaning and panting like this. His head was a mess.

His boxers were a mess too, all the precum he had been leaking.

The electrifying feeling of your wet cunt dragging over his cock was driving him over the edge quicker than he’d like to admit.

“Wait, please,” Sylus felt fucking neurotic, begging like this. “Y/N… wait…”

It wasn’t long after that Sylus felt himself cum in his pants. Hard.

Holding you tightly by the waist and panting up a storm.

Oh my god… there’s no way he…?

You quickly sat up on your knees, lifting yourself off of his lap to see with your own two eyes.

And he did! There was an unmistakable wet spot right where his dick was.

Fuck… it was so erotic.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞:

Unintentional dry spells. It was common between you and Zayne.

He was always busy at the hospital and you were constantly running around to kick wanderer ass.

But you two always made that lost time up.

In fact; you can say with full confidence that you preferred the sex after the build up.

There was a particular intensity that came with it that simply couldn’t be replicated.

Nobody else saw Zayne with this level of passion but you.

It was his day off and he had invited you over.

While you two had been once sitting on his couch, things had began to get heated after Zayne initiated a kiss with you, stating how much he missed you.

It was rare for him to verbalize exactly what he felt so boldly.

Oh he was so sweet. The sweetest man you’d ever met.

Cut to you being on top of him with him laying on the couch below you.

You don’t even remember when you got on top of him. Well… not that it mattered.

Not when he was making you feel this good. He was the only thing on your mind at the moment.

“Y/N… please,” You felt his grip on your waist tighten as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Wait…”

Hearing him beg and plead with you was making you unbelievably wet.

You didn’t want to stop. You couldn’t stop. It was too good. And you’d been waiting for him for hours.

With every pass of Zayne’s hard cock over your clothed clit you became more and more aggressive.

“I’m not going to last like this,” He said breathlessly. “Please, my love, enough…!”

Oh my god was it your birthday?

Making Zayne cum in his pants sounded maddening.

He was under you losing his mind.

Zayne could feel how wet you were through all the layers you two were wearing.

The delicious friction of how perfectly you were grinding on him was bringing him to his climax all too quickly.

“Y/N… I’m-”

Digging his fingers into your hips, Zayne came all into his boxers.

Shit… you drove him crazy.

your hyper!fem reader x sylus fics are so good, didn't know i needed that. can you make an nsfw one, if you don't mind

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭:

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐱𝐁𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨!𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒!!

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧

- Fucks your brains out. Whatever little brains you had.

- His stamina is insane.

- The most rounds you two have ever gone in a row is seven.

- Insists on taking you on dates.

- Wear what you want! He’ll protect you.

- Surprisingly doesn’t want you to dress for him. He’s happier when you dress for yourself.

- Sylus will think you look absolutely gorgeous anyways.

- Sometimes you two don’t even make it out the door.

- Sylus always blames you for that.

- “You just looked too pretty, sweetie.”

- Absolutely has a daddy kink.

- Sometimes forgets that you don’t pick up on hints.

- “Pink is a shade of red, you know.”

- Loves to pick out your gstrings. Got you a custom one with his name on it.

- Has to pretend he doesn’t love it when you get bratty.

- “Watch your mouth, kitten.”

- Sometimes says no to you to get you to react.

- Pulls you over his lap to spank you if you get too bold. Won’t stop until there’s mascara riddled tears running down your face and you’re babbling out apologies.

- Loves to see the ring of lip gloss you leave around his cock after a blow job.

- Gladly walks around with your sparkly kiss marks all over your face.

- He loves fucking you in the mating press position so he can watch you cry and scream and ruin your makeup.

- You love when he gives you facials.

- And Sylus loves it too. Seeing his cum all over your face does something carnal to him.

- “Yeah? Does my pretty girl want me to ruin her makeup?”

- Has an album full of pictures of you. Appropriate and inappropriate.

- Loves it when people stare at you. Take a good look. You’re all his.

- Amazing sexual chemistry.

- Sylus loves watching you ride his cock. Bonus points if you do it in reverse cowgirl in a mini skirt.

- You drive him wild.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭:

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭!!

⋅ ˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬:

“You must be out of your damn mind if you think that’s gonna fit in me.”

Sylus looked almost offended as you pointed down at his obnoxiously large appendage.

“I’m sorry, I thought you said you liked big dicks?”

You and Sylus had finally gotten in the mood to go all the way… until he pulled his pants and boxers down.

The pure shock on your face was an ego booster for him.

Then he developed his own look of pure shock upon you proclaiming that the sex was off.

And upon asking why, your reasoning was, “it won’t fit. Are you stupid?”

Which he immediately responded with, “I’ll make it fit, sweetie. Don’t worry your pretty little head.”

This only serves to piss you off more.

However… you couldn’t deny the fact that you were extremely curious.

How would it feel? How deep would it go? Could you actually take it?

All this pondering led to you begrudgingly taking him up on his offer.

“Sylus, please, enough! Just fuck me… already…!”

It felt like he had been eating you out for hours.

Sucking on your clit, sticking his tongue into you, and occasionally slipping a finger in.

“You think you’re ready for my cock?” He fixed his sanguine gaze right onto your beautiful face.

You nodded vigorously.

“Alright,” He gave your clit on more kiss before sitting up, palming himself a bit for some kind of relief. “Can you turn over for me, kitten?”

Doing exactly as he asked, you didn’t miss a beat. You were more than eager for it at this point.

You felt Sylus’s warm, hard, heavy body embrace yours, as you two were in the prone bone position.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay, Y/N?” You felt him kiss your shoulder tenderly.

“Yes sir.”

“You promise?”

Oh here he goes. You could sense Sylus’s bullshit from a mile away.

“Yes I promise.”

“You sure?”

“Get the fuck on with it already!”

“I’m gonna count down from three.” You felt him run his tip up and down, paying extra attention to your sensitive clit.

“Nnngh… whatever!” He chuckled at your increasing frustration. You were just so cute like this.

“One…”

You felt Sylus thrust his entire cock in at once, making you gasp as tears welled up in your eyes.

“Sylus what the fuck?!” You looked back at him over your shoulder in disbelief.

“It’s better like this, trust me.”

If you were in a state to argue with him, you would. But right now in this moment, you were in no state to tell him off.

You felt so fucking full. It felt like he was in your guts. Big. So big.

And oddly enough… you loved it.

It felt so warm and intimate. Made you wonder what a creampie could be like.

The sensation of Sylus beginning to move inside of you knocked you out of your thoughts.

He was going so incredibly slow… you could feel every single inch, vein, and curve as he slowly pulled half of himself out and thrusted all of it back in.

“Oh my god, it’s so good,” You said breathlessly, barely able to register the feeling of anything but being stuffed to the brim. “It’s so good… what do I do?”

You heard Sylus groan deeply before a dark chuckle escaped his throat.

“Sit back and enjoy, kitten. That’s all you need to do.”

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞:

“No Zayne, it’s not gonna fit, I’m serious!”

“We haven’t even tried yet, Y/N. Relax, please.”

While Zayne’s calm demeanor was often grounding, right now you found it nothing short of annoying.

Your little heart was about to beat right out of your chest… you were sure he could practically hear your heartbeats right now. No stethoscope needed!

It was your first time together… neither of you two had seen each other naked before.

So imagine your surprise when Zayne casually pulls his boxers down to reveal the absolute weapon in his pants.

It wasn’t just big length wise… it was thick. Very thick.

And so so pretty. His dick was so incredibly pretty.

A gorgeous pink tip that faded in color towards the base. Like it was made just for you.

You always caught glimpses of his bulge through his slacks, but you didn’t expect it to be so… huge?

A jaw dropping reveal.

Knowing you like the back of his hand, Zayne obviously felt your concerned gaze on him.

And he promised to get you ready for him properly.

Fingering you for a good hour… making you cum multiple times and stretching you out like the good man he was.

“Do you think you’re ready now?” He was between your legs in missionary, staring down at you.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You sighed.

“I’ll go slow, I promise.” Zayne kissed you lovingly on the cheek.

You nodded, skin brushing against his as he pulled away.

Gasping as you felt his tip rub up and down your folds, you felt him experimentally push into you to see how much force it would take to enter you.

“Zayne…”

“I know. I’ve got you.”

His soothing words did nothing but assure you. Zayne had every bit of your trust, and he had earned it all.

He entered you slowly, using exact force to get just the tip in.

The sensation of that alone made you toss and turn.

He kept pulling out, and pushing in… and pulling out and pushing in… each time inching a bit more of his cock inside you.

“So big… Zayne it’s so big…” You whined out, eyes shut as you weakly pressed as his pelvis with your palm.

“If you’re saying it’s big when I’ve just managed to fit half of my cock inside you,” Zayne struggled to muffle his own sounds between words. “You’re in for a much harder time than you think.”

He continued his method from before… slowly inching more and more of his cock in a he fucked in and out of you slowly.

The pain was undeniable. But something else was also undeniable.

You felt so incredibly full inside. It felt amazing. The fullness mixed with the invigorating friction of each thrust was intensifying by the minute.

“So good… I think… it’s so good… more please…!”

Zayne chuckled at your admission.

“How about this?” Zayne leaned forward to lean on his forearms above you, grinding his thick cock into you with each stroke. “Does that feel good?”

“Yessss… yeah! Feels so good… Zayne!” You’re pretty sure you were babbling like an idiot, but you just couldn’t help it.

Dipping down, he caught your lips with his for a deep kiss.

Pulling away, his eyes bore deep into yours. So deep that you could see yourself reflected in them.

“Do you want me to go faster now?”

“Yes… please… Zayne…!”

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭:

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨? 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨… 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫!!

⋅ ˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬:

“Nnngh, Sylus,” You groaned, tossing your head back into the pillow. “It hurts!”

“I know I know. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Things had gotten a little toooo intense last time the two of you had sex.

You really did have a knack for riling Sylus up. And he played into you every single time. Without fail.

You had been loving it in the moment, throwing your ass back on him and asking him for more.

Sylus rooted a hand in the back of your hair, pulling your back to make eye contact with him.

“Are you going to be a good girl? Hm? Or do I have to punish you again?” He spoke through gritted teeth, speeding up his thrusts.

“Punish me! Oh my… fucking god Sylus please punish me…!”

And he did just that. Making you count each hard smack to your ass as he pounded you into the mattress.

As I said earlier, you were absolutely loving it, creaming all over his cock and driving him just as crazy.

It was after you two had finished, and resorted to cuddling in bed together that your problem had started.

At first it was light stinging… nothing out of the ordinary. This was usual after he spanked you.

But then the stinging evolved to a deeper pain. Slightly deeper than other times, and a little more intense than you cared to deal with.

Awww, poor you.

“Fuck, this is all your fault!” You swatted at Sylus weakly, something he easily dodged.

And the nerve of this asshole… he chuckled in response.

“The fuck are you laughing at? Do something you stupid prick!” Oh if looks could kill.

“Alright. As you wish.” He responded almost immediately, raising your suspicions. Usually he would try and fuck with you more.

You felt the bed dip as he moved, and then you felt him pull your hips off the bed so you were in a slight arch.

“What are you- ack!” You were even more surprised as he pulled your panties down with one swift movement.

“I’m kissing it better, sweetie,” You felt him fondle your ass cheeks before giving the sore red spot a gentle kiss. “Didn’t you want me to do something?”

One kiss. And another. And another. To all the areas that were aching and tender.

You were extra sensitive in those spots, making the feeling all the more intense.

“Sylus…” You sighed out dreamily once he started to knead at your lower back in tandem with the kisses.

Well… it actually felt quite soothing.

“Oh? My kitten finally stopped hissing and scratching. Have I finally pacified her?” You felt the deep rumble of his laughter against your skin.

With his gentle touches and light massage to your lower back… you felt yourself relax and allow yourself to be indulged in his care.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞:

“I’m sorry Y/N. I should’ve had more restraint. Forgive me.”

The look of remorse in Zayne’s eyes was unmistakable.

He had let a moment of raw passion in the bedroom get to him.

Zayne had just gotten back from one of his business trips in the arctic. He barely had time for himself in those few days… let alone you.

Just the whiff of your perfume as you jumped into his arms at the airport was enough to drive him insane.

You thought that Zayne had been even more quiet than usual on the way back to his place… and just as you were about to ask him what was wrong, he practically jumped you.

Peeling off all your clothes and quickly warming you up to take his cock.

Bouncing you on his lap and using you like a human fleshlight… Zayne got an exclusively good view of your neck and chest.

And then he had a thought. One that bore deep into his brain and stripped him of reason.

“I want to mark you,” He said breathlessly, running his hand up your body to grip at your neck. “Can I? May I?”

Trying to make sense of his request through the shockwaves of pleasure, you nodded fervently.

That was all the confirmation Zayne needed.

One hickey on your neck. Another on your chest. And then another. And another. And another.

Soon after you had too many to count. It looked like a rash had spread over your collarbones.

“I’m sorry, I really am.” Zayne took your hands in his as he looked you in the eye.

He was being so serious about something so small… it honestly made you laugh.

“Zayne, it doesn’t particularly hurt. You don’t have to apologize. I feel fine.” You caressed his face with your hands, which he leaned into.

“You say that, but still,” Zayne sighed. “I should have restrained myself.”

Little did he know you fucking loved it when he didn’t restrain himself.

You found yourself giggling again.

“If you feel that bad,” You leaned forward to bite his bottom lip playfully. “Kiss it better. Yeah?”

Zayne gave you an odd look before pulling you closer.

Leaning your head to the side to give him access, you held his shoulders as he leaned into you.

Feeling his soft lips kiss at the hickeys he left on you, you gasped and dug your nails into him.

The marks were so sensitive… it felt so good.

“Like that,” He pressed another kiss to a hickey on your collarbone. “Does that make it better?”

You hugged him even closer than before.

“A little more.”

And he did just as you asked as you melted into his touch.

Dr. Zayne's Apartment

So, I know there isn't much shown of Zayne's apartment in Love and Deepspace as of yet, but there are a couple snippets shown that interest me!

Thank you reddit for supplying the images and the idea to make these headcanons!

Reddit

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Reddit

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OKAY, SO

we know Zayne is a simple guy

let's be honest, he more than likely lives in the office than his actual residence

so I think his minimalism reflects that a bit. In his office we can see work piles put in order but it still looks more lived in

it definitely does now that you go in there and nap on the couch (he always makes sure there is a blanket and a pillow)

but his actual apartment is very clean, sterile, honestly

he knows how to decorate, he just doesn't

he's a doctor...the man has $$$, so you know he has some very expenive items in his apartment

he prefers to spend time at your place because he finds it homey, but on the occasion you guys do spend time at his place, he moves things around

he won't admit it, but when he is anticipating your arrival, he does more around the place

it's no longer just work , sleep, and repeat

he gets out the wine glasses he bought 2 years ago and hasn't used

he cooks that recipe he's had tabbed for months

he lays a blanket for when you inevitably get cold

Zayne is the type to really make an effort to make you comfortable

He knows it's not your home (yet *wink*), but he wants to create a comforting environment

to him, his apartment is a place that he goes when he's not at work

to you, it's a home away from home

and he wants it to be that way

he'll decorate for the holidays if you say his place is too dreary

he'll take your opinion into account if you say he should get flowers to liven up the dining area

he definitely has plants, but he's more fond of Monsteras and and Jasmine, but if you say peonies would be a nice addition, he's running to the florist immediately

his place is very high class and fancy due to his financial situation, but he always wants it to be a place you feel like coming to

he wants it to be a space where you know that you can use the spare key he gave you and come in to crash after a mission

sleep on the couch or the bed, eat the food he's prepared - just take care of yourself

even if that means coming into his space to feel safe enough to do so