i do write for kpop groups but i would like to start writing for anime and video games! ive been really into lads lately (as well as gachiakuta/hq!!/blue lock/demon slayer/etc)
astrology asks are always appreciated <3
i do like writing things like pegging, dom/sub themes, bodily fluids (cum/sweat/blood), cheating/infidelity, pet play, hybrids, i'm chill with omegaverse stuff, darker content is cool but it's mostly on my other blog ;p
will not write: any vomit, scat, incest, eating disorders, or things that do trigger me :/
some kinks im more lenient on, send an ask abt something if ur unsure :]
if an anon/ask is sent in with weird stuff I don't like i'll just delete the ask <3
do not repost my works, please! i know there is little i can do abt that, but pls dont ^^
all moodboards are found on pinterest, all graphics/dividers are from @saradika-graphics
warning: smut! protected sex, masturbation, cunnilingus, missionary -> doggy, pre explosion but we’re still adults! (<- not canon compliant)
wc: 3.3k
a/n: we did not make it to 5k 😔 but happy caleb day! i havent written anything long in a while so i hope this isnt buns
You’d think growing up in this annual heat meant you’d get used to it. Contrary to your previous thought, it was even harder to bear than your childhood.
The yearly visit to grandma was always nice but those visits were usually around the fall and winter, when you’d huddle together by her fireplace and cooking together in the kitchen. You were used to when her house wasn’t warm enough.
Polarizing compared to now, where the news reports triple digit heatwaves and every window opened to let some draft in. The usual memories of summer in Linkon were erasing the oven of a house grandma owned. The brick exterior was trapping all warmth inside, making you feel like you were being slow roasted.
You were in the living room, sat in front of the small window AC unit. The small breeze of coolant and your paper fan did something to cool you down but the back of your neck and small of your back still felt sweaty and overheated.
“Hogging the AC as always, pipsqueak.”
“Quiet, it’s too hot for this.”
Caleb laughed, sitting down beside you as you began waving your fan to cool the both of you down.
“Don’t you think it’d be easier to cool off in your own room?”
“Doesn’t hot air rise? You should know that, Caleb.”
Caleb humphed.
“So,” you turned to face him, “how’s the DAA treating you? Have you finished your hazing rituals?”
“They don’t do that, pips, that’s a hefty violation.” Caleb leaned in close to emphasize the word ‘hefty.’
“Makes me question if the Hunters Association’s doin’ the same to you.”
“No way, they’re strict but not bullies.”
“That’s good to hear.”
You’d almost forgotten how much the both of you have changed. Caleb’s been in the DAA for a good while now, grown way stronger. You remember how he’d tease you during the beginning of your training for the Hunter’s Association, your arms and legs were always sore as he’d tease you about overworking yourself.
Your look through your peripheral, seeing just how muscular Caleb’s gotten. He was always taller and wider than yours and his classmates but he’s bulked up so much. You’re sure his one bicep is two, almost three of your own.
“Still with me, pips?”
“Too hot, I’m spacing out.”
Your days have been passing by like that. As the Association’s training program went on summer vacation, you were thinking of how nice it’d be to go back home. Texting Caleb about visiting grandma always made him pop in and stay with you.
It’s only been a week but you honestly don’t know how much of this you can handle. It’s too hot, even at night. You’ve thankfully found some cooling pajamas but it’s still blistering hot. Even showering in ice cold water doesn’t do much.
You shower every night before bed, the hot weather turned the water lukewarm as you scrubbed your scalp with shampoo and lathered your skin with soap. After showering your hair would drip with semi-cold drops of water, something that could actually cool you down.
Wrapped in a towel, you walk back to your bedroom, dressing only in your underwear before lotioning your skin. Kicking on your window unit, you embrace the chills that form over your body as the lotion almost freezes your overheated skin.
A brief knock sounds on your door before it’s opened.
“Pips, you left-”
Caleb froze, seeing you only in your underwear, his eyes roamed over your exposed skin. He stopped at the curve of your hip before shutting the door.
“Sorry! You left your phone in the bathroom!”
You were too overheated to even remember to grab your phone.
“Thank you!”
You hear him walk away, his footsteps gradually disappearing before his door opened and closed. You walk over to your door, seeing your cellphone on the floor before grabbing it.
“Shit.” You say aloud.
You walk over to your closet, grabbing an oversized t-shirt to throw on. You sit back down in front of the unit, drying your hair with the breeze blowing out. The smell of coolant reminded you of growing up here, the long summers that were spent outside before cooling down in front of fans and AC vents.
Sat with your thoughts, the memory of Caleb walking in on you stuck no matter how much you tried distracting yourself. You saw the immediate blush, the scan over your body. The last thing you needed right now was the be hot from masturbating but too much was pulling you into that.
“Fuck it.”
Checking how dry your hair was, you turned the lights off, plopping into bed and trying your best to fall asleep. Blue balls be damned, you were not gonna get sweaty right after showering.
After an hour of tossing and getting up to cool off, you finally fell asleep. You were met with a dream of Caleb. Tank top, low rise jeans, towering over you as you were breathless in way less than him.
“Pips, I know it’s hot but really?”
His thumb swiped over your nipple. You could feel the tank top fabric stimulate your breast as he teased you.
“Caleb.” You grabbed at his arm, feeling how thick his arm muscles were.
“Look at you,” his eyes were blown out, almost like a predator catching it’s prey.
“Please,”
His hips slotted between yours, a heavy bulge grinding against your hips. You felt your hips move on their own, grinding up against him.
“Ca-”
You were woken up, overheated and sweating.
“-leb.”
Your chest began heaving, your underwear bordering on soiled as you threw your blanket off. When did you put that on you?
You grabbed your phone. 3:47 am. You fell back against your bed, might as well masturbate now.
You threw off your underwear and shirt, fully exposed as your fingers swiftly circled your folds. God, you were soaked. Nothing even happened and you’re drenched. You felt your essence drip down onto your bed, making you whine before pushing your fingers in.
“Mmm.”
Your free hand circled your clit, feeling the muscle become slippery between your fingers. Small noises slipped out of your mouth, knowing it’s so late gave you some confidence that no one was up to hear you.
Your legs folded, adding a little pressure to your stomach as your fingers sped up.
“There,” you moaned.
You felt a fire spread throughout your body, burning you up before that cold-hot orgasm hit. Your skin rippled in goosebumps as you lost your breath, gasping for air as you relaxed.
Knock. Knock.
“Pips, are you alright?”
You almost choked as a gasp of air was caught in your throat.
“Yes!” You replied, scurrying for your clothing.
You quickly pulled your damp panties back on and threw your t-shirt on.
“Can I come in?”
“Don’t.” You spoke too fast, he’ll be suspicious.
“You sounded like you were having a nightmare or something, are you sure?”
“Yeah, Caleb, I’m fine.”
You heard him let go of the doorknob, “Okay.”
His footsteps gradually faded, you fell against your bed as you found it impossible to sleep that night.
As summer blossomed, the heat got worse. Nearly weeks of 100 to 105 degree weather, making it so uncomfortable or nearly impossible to sleep. As your sleep turned worse, the thought of waking Caleb up to help you sleep become more apparent. As nice as that sound, you wouldn’t wanna disturb him, it must be unbearable for him, too.
As you got ready for another night of fitful sleep, you felt Caleb drag you to his bedroom.
“It’s too hot,” you complained.
“Yeah but your eyebags keep getting worse and I’m worried about you.”
Caleb had a few cooling blankets laid out on his silk sheets.
“I prepared something so it was easier to sleep for you.”
He help you close, even though his body heat was warm the cool bedding below you helped drift you into slumber. You’d thought sleeping in the same bed as Caleb was something you’d only want to remember doing before the age of 13, but as you relax against him everything felt too good to not enjoy. His cologne is everywhere, his arms feel protective around you, as you fell asleep you lay your head against his shoulder as you drift off.
Maybe being surrounded by Caleb before bed wasn’t such a good idea because you dreamt of him again. The same one of him clad in a tank top and jeans, cheekily leaning over you as you dripped in your shorts as Caleb teased you. You’d whine as you always did and your hips chased his as you wanted to grab as him and kiss him.
You woke up against, chest heaving and underwear soaked as you felt disoriented. You looked around, seeing walls that weren’t familiar and a masculine smell you’d never spray in your bedroom. Sobering up you realized you weren’t in your own bed. Fuck.
You felt Caleb pull you against him chest. Sometime at night you’d turned away from him, so his chest was against your back.
“You okay, pips? I thought you were having a nightmare at first.”
“At first,”
You felt your face heat up, embarassment and disgust turning your stomach.
“I’m sorry.” You wanted to curl into a ball and disappear.
“Don’t apologize, things like this happen.” His hand rubbed your exposed arm.
“I was worried until you,” His words drifted off, unsure if you wanted to hear what your unconscious body was doing.
“I should-“
Caleb held you close, pulling you against him as you tried leaving his bed.
“Don’t. Please.”
Caleb kissed the top of your head, “If it makes you feel better, I’ve had those dreams, too.”
You grabbed his hand, squeezing it nervously, “About who.”
Your irritation was obvious. Even barely awake you couldn’t stand the thought of Caleb dreaming of someone else.
“You.”
You could hear the amusement in his voice.
“I really thought you were having some bad fever dream until you said my name,” he confessed, “and you just sounded so cute.”
Your heart pounded in your chest. Was he really saying this or were you dreaming right now?
You turned to face him, embarassment making you bury your face into his chest. You could feel his hands rub your shoulder, moving down to your waist. Each inch towards new territory made your body shake, a shiver running up and down your spine.
“You can leave but only if you really wanna.”
You shook your head, feeling your heart pound so strongly he could probably feel it.
“I do wanna stay, I just,”
How can you say it? You were biting your bottom lip, searching for the right words to say.
“Take as long as you need.” Caleb reassured you.
He pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head then to your temple and onto your cheekbone.
“Caleb,”
“What?”
“I wanna say but I’m scared I care too much to say it out loud.”
Caleb pulled you closer, almost cheek to cheek with him, “I think that’s always been our problem. Too close to let anything happen but never close enough to let anything fade.”
You felt him press kisses along your face, mostly along your cheeks and slowly inching towards your lips. God, why couldn’t he be faster with this.
You tilted your head, lips crashing against teeth before you pulled away giggling. His hearty laugh reminding you of all the things you love about him.
Your hand moved to his cheek, “Kiss me, please.”
“That’s never been something you’ve begged for,” he laughed, “you’ve always demanded kisses from me.”
“Stop,” you laughed.
Caleb shifted to half lean over you, “You used to wait outside my door for goodnight kisses and goodbye kisses.”
Caleb leaned down, kissing you slowly before melting into the bed. Your fingers laced through his hair, holding him in place.
For as chaste that they started, the longer you kissed the more desperate it became. Caleb had his arms caging you under him, your tongues already molding against each other, softs moans and whines leaving your mouth. You could feel his erection poke at your core but only you were grinding against him. Soaked panties drenching his boxers as you two kissed.
“Y/n,”
“Caleb,”
Your mouth traveled from Caleb’s mouth down to his neck. Desperately biting and nipping onto his skin, anything to finally mark him as yours. Years of pining and yearning, finally coming together to claim him as yours.
“Y/n, I don’t want to stop but-“
“Please don’t.” You swore your voice would’ve broken, “Please, we both have waited too long for something like this.”
“Okay, it’s okay, pips. I just want us to be on the same page. And before we continue with anything we gotta be a little quieter, you know there’s a third person in the house.”
You felt a whine escape you, still pressing kisses onto Caleb as his hands rested onto your waist.
“Sometimes I do wish it was just us, no one else in the world to bother us.”
Caleb laughed, “And for right now, that wish can come true.”
He leaned over over, pulling your legs around his hips before pulling his shirt off. Your lips were already sore, probably red and swolen, but you swore nothing was stopping you from this. Too long have you both been waiting for something to blossom between the two of you.
As you felt his hips sink against yours, feeling the full weight of Caleb’s erection against you, you couldn’t stop squirming. Glossy lips melting together as your panties ground against him.
You felt Caleb’s hands pull at your shirt, pulling it off before flinging it across his room. His large hands cupping your breasts before his lips trailed down, nipping and sucking along your skin. Latching onto your nipple, Caleb swirled his tongue around, loving the sounds that sang from you. The tight grip your fingers had on his hair, the constant grind from your hips, and even if there wasn’t any taste the feeling of you on his tongue was indescribable.
Caleb moved down, holding your legs open as he stared at your soaked panties.
“Always had a bad habit of wearing too little to bed.”
He leaned in and pressed a kiss right on top of your clothed clit. Your thighs jerked to close around his head. Tongue poking out to tease your folds.
“So sweet.”
His tongue was so warm, warmer than any toy or either of your hands could mimic. Warm and wet as Caleb practically drooled over your pussy. He pulled your panties down, tongue quick to slot itself between your folds.
“Does it feel good?” He asked, eyes beaming up at you. He looked so eager to please you, like it was just as satisfying to him as it was to you.
“You’re so good at this, Caleb.”
“I can help you finish,” before his head could dip down again you pulled him back up.
“Please, I’d love that but I need you more.”
Caleb crawled up, “Are you sure?”
You nod, hands already grabbing at his boxers. He pulled them down, his erection bobbing before pointing outward. He was incredibly girthy, an almost purple-red tip that was already leaking everywhere as he lined up with your folds.
“Wait, fuck,” He said. “I don’t have any condom.”
“Just pull out, please.”
You swore you never needed dick this badly. You needed him here and now.
“Pips,”
“Oh!” you sat up.
“Wait here, I might have some.”
You walked over, feeling his hand grab your arm.
“Why do you have condoms?” He asked.
“The hunter’s training program gave them out, they wanted us to stay safe.”
“Okay,”
You threw on your t-shirt and crept back into your bedroom, walking towards your dufflebag and searched for the foil packs.
“Yes!”
You grabbed at the two condoms you had, you’d been giving them to your friends after they ran through theirs.
Slowly walking back to Caleb’s bedroom, you showed him the condoms before getting back on the bed.
“Only two?”
“I had friends who were crazy during our training.”
Caleb rolled the condom on and slid his tip between your folds. He was so big, almost too big. Grabbing your hand, he pressed into you and slowly sank inside.
“Caleb,” your head fell against his pillow.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, not at all.” You looked down at how far he’s pushed in, “I feel so full and you’re not even halfway in.”
Caleb leaned in and kissed you. Slowly pushing in as his lips moved against yours. Your nails pressed into his shoulders, small crescents marking his skin as he stretched you impossibly wide. Feeling his skin connect with yours, hip bones pressed against your thighs, you felt stuffed.
You could already feel your hips try to grind against his, slowly rocking to feel his length move inside you. His hands planted themself onto your hips.
“Y/n, you have to stay still, even just a minute.”
“It feels too good, please move, even just slowly.”
You felt Caleb slowly pull out, it was agonizing. Too gentle, taking his time to remove everything but his tip. But the push back in made it worth it.
“Caleb,” you mewled.
“Keep it down,” he whispered.
Slowly, but surely, Caleb’s rhythm sped up. From a snail’s pace to a steady flick of his hips, you found it far more pleasurable but far more difficult to contain yourself.
“God, you’re clenching too much.”
Caleb’s thrusts would stutter and push a little more than he’d usually let. Clamping around him, you’d pull him closer before begging to go faster.
“Please, Caleb.”
“Fine, I’ll do you one better.”
He flipped you around, letting your face fall into his pillow and he pressed your thighs together between his legs. You were drenched, folds so wet it was easy to slip inside you. He pulled your hips up, finally pumping into you at a faster pace.
Just as Caleb suspected, you started getting loud. Hands gripping his pillow, moaning spilling out from under him, and a wet ‘schlick’ sound echoing from between your thighs. He held your hips tightly, thighs almost pressing yours together even tighter, feeling you in this position was even better than he’d expected. His only wish was to last a minute longer.
But feeling his legs hold yours together, the rocking from his thrusts, your thighs were already stimulating your clit and you were more than sure your orgasm was a few thrusts away.
“Caleb,” You turned your head to the side, face red and twisted in pleasure, “Caleb, please, I’m gonna cum.”
“Already?”
He leaned down, thrusting even faster. Your moans were broken by the way he shook you, each pump rocking you forward and wobbling your voice.
Easily, you felt that knot snap and clench around him. Both of you grabbing onto to each other and holding, gripping each other to stay as impossibly close as you could. You could feel his dick twitch, cumming in the condom as you squeezed around him.
Finally letting go, you both fell against the bed, gasping for air and relaxed into the mattress.
“Are you okay?”
Caleb rubbed your back, still laying flat on your stomach. You nodded, looking over at him.
“I’m so exhausted but I’m good.”
“Let me get something for you to clean up.”
Caleb pulled himself up, walking to the bathroom to grab a rag. Coming back he rolled you onto your back, wiping you clean before helping you dress.
“Stay here,” He said.
“I don’t know if my legs even work,” you joked.
Caleb pulled you close to him, throwing a thin blanket over the two of you.
“Did you have anything you wanted to do tomorrow?” He asked, watching you already drift off to sleep.
“Sleep in, complain about the heat.”
Caleb laughed, kissing your forehead before drifting off himself.
Warning: suggestive, pseudo crossdressing? Not proofread, we horny as hell!!!!
Wc: 0.8k
A/n: who up putting panties on they #nerd
You heard the front door unlock, the sound of shoes shuffling before Zayne appeared weary after his shift at the hospital.
“You’re home!”
Zayne sat down on the sofa, relaxing his body after hours on his feet. He wasn’t supposed to be home for another thirty minutes to an hour.
“You’re cooking, it smells good in here.”
You giggled, “I thought it’d be nice to come home to a warm meal. It’s almost done.”
Zayne got up to change, removing his uniform and changing into more comfortable clothing. To you, a button up and trousers was always quite dressed up but you suppressed your thoughts regardless.
You moved the pots to the dining table, handmade pot holders sat beneath the just finished meal as you and Zayne chatted. With every bite he relaxed more and more.
As you finished and cleaned up, Zayne was nearly tugging you towards the bedroom. “I’m exhausted, let’s lay together.” He explained.
You followed him, laying down in bed as you two cuddled up. You laid on your side as he wrapped his arms around your waist, head laying on your arm as his face was pressing into your chest. Your hand moved to lace your fingers into his hair. Massaging along his neck and near his temples.
You could feel his mouth begin to kissing along your exposed chest, chaste kisses along your collarbones and the tops of your breasts.
You stifled your laugh,
“What?” He asked.
“You can be bold with me, Zayne.”
“I know.”
“And you know I won’t judge you.”
“But I have something for you.”
“Oh?”
Zayne shifted to lay along his back, his shirt unbuttoned along the top, eyes heavy lidded with the the usual green color being just an eclipse along his blown out pupils.
You crawled on top of him, “So it’s a game to find out my prize now?”
“You’re gonna enjoy it whether I tell you or not.”
“Hm.”
You slowly unbuttoned his shirt, watching his face flush and chest rise. Each button being carefully undone by you before he sits up to pull it off for you.
Your hands slide from his shoulders down to his waist, right at his belt.
“This seems like a reward by itself.”
“There’s more.”
Your eyes looked up at him, more?
Your hands hesitated before grabbing onto his belt, slowly unbuckling it before sliding it off of his hips. Your eyes trailed down as you were nervous about this surprise. What did he do?
You grabbed onto his hips, if he can tease you then you should tease him back. Your thumbs massaging along his hipbones, and rubbing up and down before you had an idea pop in your head.
You leaned over to Zayne, kissing his lips. His hands grabbing onto you for any kind of anchor. Your lips moved down to his jaw, soft nips along the underside and down his neck. You could feel his pulse beating beneath your lips as you left a trail of wet kisses down his collarbones and pecs, along his abs and down to his happy trail. You could see his visible erection under his pants, straining against the fabric as a tiny wet spot began showing.
You moved lower, laying a kiss along the strained fabric and you could feel his penis switch. You laid open mouth kisses as you moved up to the button, biting onto the fabric before pulling it open.
Your free hand unzipped his pants, displaying the patch of hair that traveled down to lacy underwear. Lacy?
You froze, looking up at Zayne as you pulled his pants lower.
“Are you,” your question didn’t finish, your eyes were too fixated on the light blue lace that barely concealed his erect penis. Your eyes never peeled from your present. It was lacy and thin, nearly transparent and barely covered anything on him. They were cute and definitely not yours. You’d know if you owned a pair like that. Did he buy them for himself?
Your mind was playing through a hundred scenarios at once while simultaneously blanking altogether.
“Do you like it?”
You nodded your head, unable to say anything.
“I’m so in love with you.”
Zayne chuckled, kicking off his pants before pulling you closer.
“I’m glad you like it, I thought of buying them for you.”
“Oh?”
You were processing everything with a two second delay. You were already shirtless before you realized it. Barely noticing the wet patch along your own panties as Zayne pulled your bottoms off. You were on your back as Zayne hooked your legs along his hips.
But then I thought of how good you’ve been. You’ve cut down on energy drinks, you’d listen so well when I’ve recommended meal plans, even when I’m edging you for too long and I’m being mean you take everything.”
You could barely hear anything, only his hands and words are processing through your brain. Your thighs are becoming way more damp than they were a minute ago.
“So I thought of buying you a treat.”
“Thank you.” You said.
You could hear your pulse in your ears. Everything was at one hundred.
“I’m glad you like it, I’m beginning to like it, too.”
hi t it’s been a while :D how have you been doing? i like your new theme a lot it’s like calming night sky :3
hii lychee!! i’ve been good, my job has been going into the slower season so i found more time to actually be on here hehe and thank you <3<3 im glad people are liking it, it’s a nice change
Warning: suggestive, pseudo crossdressing? Not proofread, we horny as hell!!!!
Wc: 0.8k
A/n: who up putting panties on they #nerd
You heard the front door unlock, the sound of shoes shuffling before Zayne appeared weary after his shift at the hospital.
“You’re home!”
Zayne sat down on the sofa, relaxing his body after hours on his feet. He wasn’t supposed to be home for another thirty minutes to an hour.
“You’re cooking, it smells good in here.”
You giggled, “I thought it’d be nice to come home to a warm meal. It’s almost done.”
Zayne got up to change, removing his uniform and changing into more comfortable clothing. To you, a button up and trousers was always quite dressed up but you suppressed your thoughts regardless.
You moved the pots to the dining table, handmade pot holders sat beneath the just finished meal as you and Zayne chatted. With every bite he relaxed more and more.
As you finished and cleaned up, Zayne was nearly tugging you towards the bedroom. “I’m exhausted, let’s lay together.” He explained.
You followed him, laying down in bed as you two cuddled up. You laid on your side as he wrapped his arms around your waist, head laying on your arm as his face was pressing into your chest. Your hand moved to lace your fingers into his hair. Massaging along his neck and near his temples.
You could feel his mouth begin to kissing along your exposed chest, chaste kisses along your collarbones and the tops of your breasts.
You stifled your laugh,
“What?” He asked.
“You can be bold with me, Zayne.”
“I know.”
“And you know I won’t judge you.”
“But I have something for you.”
“Oh?”
Zayne shifted to lay along his back, his shirt unbuttoned along the top, eyes heavy lidded with the the usual green color being just an eclipse along his blown out pupils.
You crawled on top of him, “So it’s a game to find out my prize now?”
“You’re gonna enjoy it whether I tell you or not.”
“Hm.”
You slowly unbuttoned his shirt, watching his face flush and chest rise. Each button being carefully undone by you before he sits up to pull it off for you.
Your hands slide from his shoulders down to his waist, right at his belt.
“This seems like a reward by itself.”
“There’s more.”
Your eyes looked up at him, more?
Your hands hesitated before grabbing onto his belt, slowly unbuckling it before sliding it off of his hips. Your eyes trailed down as you were nervous about this surprise. What did he do?
You grabbed onto his hips, if he can tease you then you should tease him back. Your thumbs massaging along his hipbones, and rubbing up and down before you had an idea pop in your head.
You leaned over to Zayne, kissing his lips. His hands grabbing onto you for any kind of anchor. Your lips moved down to his jaw, soft nips along the underside and down his neck. You could feel his pulse beating beneath your lips as you left a trail of wet kisses down his collarbones and pecs, along his abs and down to his happy trail. You could see his visible erection under his pants, straining against the fabric as a tiny wet spot began showing.
You moved lower, laying a kiss along the strained fabric and you could feel his penis switch. You laid open mouth kisses as you moved up to the button, biting onto the fabric before pulling it open.
Your free hand unzipped his pants, displaying the patch of hair that traveled down to lacy underwear. Lacy?
You froze, looking up at Zayne as you pulled his pants lower.
“Are you,” your question didn’t finish, your eyes were too fixated on the light blue lace that barely concealed his erect penis. Your eyes never peeled from your present. It was lacy and thin, nearly transparent and barely covered anything on him. They were cute and definitely not yours. You’d know if you owned a pair like that. Did he buy them for himself?
Your mind was playing through a hundred scenarios at once while simultaneously blanking altogether.
“Do you like it?”
You nodded your head, unable to say anything.
“I’m so in love with you.”
Zayne chuckled, kicking off his pants before pulling you closer.
“I’m glad you like it, I thought of buying them for you.”
“Oh?”
You were processing everything with a two second delay. You were already shirtless before you realized it. Barely noticing the wet patch along your own panties as Zayne pulled your bottoms off. You were on your back as Zayne hooked your legs along his hips.
But then I thought of how good you’ve been. You’ve cut down on energy drinks, you’d listen so well when I’ve recommended meal plans, even when I’m edging you for too long and I’m being mean you take everything.”
You could barely hear anything, only his hands and words are processing through your brain. Your thighs are becoming way more damp than they were a minute ago.
“So I thought of buying you a treat.”
“Thank you.” You said.
You could hear your pulse in your ears. Everything was at one hundred.
“I’m glad you like it, I’m beginning to like it, too.”
genuinely so sad that mc gets to have fragmented memories of the main 3, remembering pieces of being a lightseeker and meeting rafayel for the first time, but has one brief memory of sylus. not even a brief memory just a fragment of her bloody hands.
i have such a genuine soft spot for sylus it’s not fair that he wants her to remember him so badly but there’s nothing, NOTHING
