cw jealousy, blowjobs, throat/face fucking đâđŠ disclaimer this is a tweaked repost from my old account :-) a warm-up for my upcoming @zaynezone workweek!
"D-darlingânnggh," Zayne whimpers as you take him deeper in your mouth, stretching your lips to accomodate his length.
You're knelt in front of him in his office, the doorknob frozen over with ice. He sits, flushed and chest heaving, while you hum around his cock, hollowing out your cheeks to give a harsh and illegally slow suck.
All Zayne wants to do is fuck your little throat until it holds him in place like a vice and see your expression choke up as you try to fit him entirelyâhe wants to watch you crumble, to grip your hair in his fingers and make you take it like the good girl you are.
But he doesn't. He doesn't.
Instead, he remembers your sultry words before you sunk down to your knees, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to his leaky cockhead.
"No touching me," you had purred, lips vibrating against his slit. He had sucked in a sharp inhale, fingers trembling as he listened to what you had to say. "Or touching yourself, for that matter. Let me show you what your patients are capable of."
And so it had started: the teasing smear of his pre on your cheek, fat tip slapping along your bottom lip once, twice, before you took him into your mouth. Now, here you were, slippery fingers jerking what can't fit down your throat, the column constricting around him just right and making his legs shake violently untilâ
Pop!
You pull off, a glistening rope of saliva connecting your plump lips to vein on the underside of his dick. Zayne lets out a strangled, almost desperate groan.
"Sweetheart," he manages, voice raw with need. "Please. Enough. Let me touch you."
"HmmâŚ" You pretend to think, eyes flitting to the ceiling while you absentmindedly begin to give him shallow, breathless strokes that leave him heaving. "But, Dr. Zayne, I'm just your patient. Shouldn't we maintain a more⌠professional relationship?"
Gasping out a huff, Zayne shakes his head. "Says the one with my cock in their mouth," he chuckles darkly, having his fill of your silly games.
Your boyfriend grips the nape of your neck with a familiar force, guiding your lips to his weeping cock. You gag on his length but quickly comply, relaxing your jaw to let his tip prod at the back of your throat, and Zayne could cum right then and there with how fucking warm you feel wrapped around him.
"So perfect." He admires your watery eyes, wiping away a runaway tear with a calloused thumb. "Now sit back and relax, like a good patient does."
His thrusts are slow but strong, making you gulp down his cock like it would be your last meal. There's so much spit that oozes out of your mouth, dribbling down your chin and landing to form a tiny puddle on the floor.
He pulls back so just the head rests against your bottom lip. Tap, tap, tap. With each smack of his swollen, mushroom tip, more precum leaks out, and you lap it up with hungry eyesâsomething that he takes heavy pride in.
You give a kitten suckle to his cockhead and he suddenly groans. "I guess I will, as long as my doctor can take good care of me in return."
Zayne's so closeâyou can tell in the way his balls are tightening up, thigh muscles flexing with restraint, and you give him a ditzy, cockdrunk smile. "You are going to take care of me, right, Dr. Zayne?"
"Y-yes, yeees," he lets out a long, drawn out moan, forcing your head back down on him with barely contained control. "Fuck, take aaallll of me, darling, just like thatâhaaaahh!"
His hips jerk once, twice, and then he's shooting creamy loads of cum down your waiting throat, bucking up weakly into your mouth when you just don't stop sucking. It's like you're trying to milk him for all he's worth, not letting a drop go to waste even as you pull off of him with a satisfied lick to your lips.
He looks down at you with heavy, lidded eyes, thumb stroking your jaw so tenderly you nuzzle into his palm. You're still basking in the warmth of his sticky release down your throat that you aren't ready for his sudden manhandling of youâheaving you up, up, up in his arms and pushing his papers aside to make room for you on his desk.
"Now," Zayne whispers huskily, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss to taste himself on your tongue. "I believe it is time for your doctor to finally attend to your needs. Wouldn't you agree?"
Heâs âjust stretchingâ when he reaches over and pulls you into his lap while youâre trying to fold laundry. Heâs âjust making sure youâre warmâ when he wraps his big arms around you and tucks you against his chest. Heâs âjust checkingâ when he leans down to nuzzle the top of your head for the fifth time in ten minutes.
Youâre not even mad. How could you be?
Especially when his tail is wagging so hard behind him itâs practically creating a breeze, and his ears keep twitching happily every time you relax into him.
âYouâre clingy today,â you tease, tilting your head back to look up at him.
âAm not,â he mumbles, but the way he immediately tightens his hold around your waist says otherwise. He buries his face in your neck, breathing you in like he needs it to survive. âJust like having you close. Thatâs all.â
You giggle and reach up to scratch behind one of his ears. The second you do, a low, happy rumble vibrates in his chest and his tail starts thumping even faster against the couch.
âUh huh. Sure, big guy.â
He pretends to huff but ends up pressing a bunch of soft kisses along your shoulder instead, tail still going crazy. Youâre both smiling like idiots.
Eventually he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes soft and warm.
ââŚCan we stay like this a little longer?â he asks, suddenly shy.
You melt instantly, cupping his face and pulling him down for a proper kiss.
âOf course, baby. As long as you want.â
Valkoâs tail does a full happy spin behind him as he tucks you closer again, perfectly content being your personal radiator.
18+ I just know Sylus is low key mean during sex when he's frustrated. Now, I know that sounds redundant, like of course he'd be mean if he's already in a bad mood. But like, not the mean you're probably imagining.
He's condescending.
Heâs holding you down on the bed with his evol so his hands are completely free. Heâs purposely spreading you open nice and wide, exposing you almost embarrassingly. Watching you squirm as he blows on your exposed clit.
âAww, too sensitive? My poor baby.â You want to argue back, you want to squeeze your thighs closed. But something about this feels so good, too good.
âSheâs so pretty all spread like this. Just for me.â Your head tilts back, eyes squeezed shut as heat floods your face. Heâs studying you too intensely, for some reason it feels more intimate than his mouth being on you.
âY-youâre so meanâŚ!â But itâs weak, youâre barely able to take yourself seriously as Sylus chuckles. âOh I know, Iâm so mean. Sitting here complimenting your pretty cuntâŚâ
Weâre slowly returning to our regularly scheduled program yâall⌠I miss my man⌠but I am a hyperfixater at heart so plz bear with me with the Valko content I assure you it should die down once he debuts. Because I really do miss Sylus </3 - Soul
You weren't dating Zayne for his pool, but it sure was an incredible bonus.
"It's so nice out today." You remark as you slip your sunglasses on, laying back onto the chair. Your eyes have barely shut when you hear the splash of Zayne slipping out of the pool. Immediately, you're grateful for the sunglasses hiding your hungry gaze.
Seriously, the guy could be a swimwear model with those washboard abs.
"Did you put on sunscreen?" He stands over you, blocking the sun. The sight nearly makes your mouth water, droplets tracing the planes of his abdomen.
"The bottle is too far away. Could you put it on for me?" He doesn't need much convincing, retrieving the bottle of sunscreen and joining you on the chair.
He starts at your legs, smoothing the lotion onto your skin. His touch is nice and cool on your warm skin, a sigh slipping out almost involuntarily. His motions pause for a moment, but then he continues on.
"Could you do my chest too? I'm tired now." The coy smile on your lips may give you away, but Zayne doesn't comment on it. Instead, his sunscreen coated hands slide up your waist and under your top, squeezing the soft flesh before deft fingers find your nipples and circle them.
"I-fuck-I d-don't think I need sunscreen there..." Your words trail off into a moan as he moves closer, settling between your open legs and pressing his bulge against your now soaked bikini bottoms.
"No? So you want me to stop?" He murmurs, face dangerously close to yours as he unties your top and tosses it aside.
I need to vent because I canât with all this rumors đ why do you have to put more myths this year? Iâm so tired of this grandpa. Canât we just make this entire year about Valkoâs myths and some other contents? I canât even pull at the reruns it is too much already đŤŠđ
You think Sylus nuzzles his cock between the folds of your cunt when heâs in the mood to tease you? Like holding your thighs open with his evol, using a free hand to guide the fat length of his dick between your throbbing lips and just letting it sit there. Ever so slightly rocking his hips, purposely positioning his tip to notch on the hood of your clit. Just to smirk and chuckle when you whine for more.
Zayne doesn't glance at you, brushing his teeth with one hand and reaching for your towel with the other. It's only once he turns to hand it to you do his eyes meet yours, then slowly drift downwards.
It's not shocking by any means. But when his face is painted by surprise, you glance down in confusion. Did you knick yourself? Get a bruise? What could possibly be surprising him so mu-
Oh. Right.
"You...shaved." He notes, setting his toothbrush down. You wrap the towel around yourself, smirking a little.
"I did. It's getting warmer out, and who knows when we'll get the chance to go to the beach! I gotta stay prepared." You dry yourself off, stepping into the bedroom. Unsurprisingly, Zayne stays on your heels.
"Of course. But I hope you know that if you don't want to, you shouldn't feel pressured for the sake of societal norms." He sounds so matter of fact that you just have to laugh.
"Zayne. We both know you don't care about that. It's okay to admit that you like it when I don't shave." By the time you turn back around, his ears have gone bright red and he nervously adjusts the neckline of his shirt.
"Well...I-I simply don't want you to be uncomfortable."
You pull on your pyjamas, walking over to him until you're almost touching. He's so cute when he's flustered, especially over something so ridiculous as your bush.
"Don't be embarrassed. I'm glad you like me how I am." Your saccharine tone makes him relax a little, hands resting on your towel clad waist.
"Besides, I'm sure we can come up with a way for you to adjust...right?"
"I've never done it even though I've attempted to multiple times." You sigh, slumping next to him on the couch. "In the end, all I could achieve was a cramped wrist and pruny fingers."
Zayne takes off his glasses and really looks at you. "I see."
"quite the dilemma you have there." He raises a brow, but more so at your lit up expression.
"This is only to satisfy my intellectual curiosity." You see zayne's lips quirk up.
"thanks to your last experiment, I'm well acquainted with that, my love." He looks oddly proud as he says that.
"I'm treating myself as a test subject to see whether countless articles, testimonials and... Ahem visuals were accurate."
"will you be publishing your study?" He plays along.
"focus, zayne. Besides I'll pay you handsomely." You attempt a corny wink. He laughs softly.
"seeing you gush on my fingers would be sufficient compensation."
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"squirting and female ejaculation are two different phenomenon." his voice is buttery soft as his fingers glide over your slit, gathering your slick to spread it over your glistening lips.
"nghâreleased from the skene's glands and urethrâah! respectively." you manage, lifting your head to see the way his slender fingers disappear into your syrupy hole.
"Its commendable how well informed you are. however, I'd rather you lost your mind on my fingers right now, darling." with that, his digits hook up, rubbing the swollen spot inside you.
his thumb finds your clit, making your walls quiver and melt around him. Your brain is melting into a mush. He hasn't moved his fingers. He's just caressing your sweet spot intently.
a strange weight accumulates in your stomach each time he does it, making you squirm under him.
"zayneâi feel something here..." your palm comes to your lower tummy.
"good. we're making progress." he mumbles, leaning down to replace his thumb with his lips. he nips and sucks your clit, mouth opening to lick broad stripe over your pebbled nub.
his fingers stop moving. His wrist does instead. Fingers he keeps hooked tight, massaging your sweet spot with pin-point precision.
"focus on the anterior wall is key." he tells you, taking your clit back in his mouth for a deep suckle, making your thighs tremble with need. his fingers trickle up your skin, to your navel, planting kisses alongside his touches.
"a little pressure here..." The heel of his palm presses down on your lower stomach. gently at first, slowly growing. You nearly choke on a moan. "Do you feel it?"
Feel what? The way you want to pee? cum? Or both?
"oh-oh god!" your fingers find purchase in his hair as he scissors you open. you're sucking him in, spasming around him wildly.
His fingers jab your g spot. He can feel them against his palm. that alone has him pathetically leaking pre in his pants as he ruts himself against the mattress.
"this makes your g spot more accessible. Paired with the pressure on your anterior wall..." He emphasizes it with his arm moving up and down, prodding that spongy spot, making your pussy gurgle and squelch lewdly. the intensity grows. his entire arm works now, making you quake violently with every movement.
"oh shitshit-zayneeâ" the heat in your stomach is growing, coilingâa little more and you'll snap so hard. the thought alone has you letting out a perverted laugh.
"zayne... I think I'm about toâ" you're so perfectly fucked out right now.
"I can feel it." He murmurs, leaning down to kiss your thigh. "Relax your pelvic muscles."
"y-youre gonna get sprayed in your faceâ"
"perhaps I want that." he admits, mesmerized. "after all, the female ejaculate contains high amounts of glucose." whaat a fuckin perv
but that's all it takes to maul your restraint. you gush around him with a silent cry, spraying so hard that your back arches off the mattress. his fingers keep going. rightly so because something else approaches. that familiar coil in your stomach.
mother of all things good. are you cumming? you see white before you can ruminate on it further. he groans in delight, mouth latching on to your creaming pussy. it makes you squeal in overstimulation.
when he finally lifts his face, licking your cream off his fingersâyou see itâface dripping wet and dazed.
zayne never refuses to assist your research after that.
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