gonna write when i come home from gym, i can’t stop thinking about this zayne drabble ….whoever requested zayne with these two prompts…i owe you my life
19. getting turned on by their partner's new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit
cw: inappropriate use of evol, handcuffs
note: first time writing for caleb !! i'll admit i've been putting off writing for him bc aahh he's such a hard character for me to figure out for some reason, i cant seem to get into his head as well as i can with others! but i hope i've done him justice for the caleb enjoyers!
When you walk into your apartment after work one night, you expect to find Caleb draped across some piece of furniture, watching tv maybe. It's pretty common for him to come over, especially when he's home for the short time he has from the Farspace Fleet.
What you don't expect, however, is to walk in to find the room bathed in the warm glow of candle light. The flickering light illuminating a single, dark figure standing beside a chair in the centre of your apartment. For a few brief moments, you're almost tempted to call the police - because, what the fuck - but soon you recognise the broad cut of figure's shoulders, the outline of the peaked cap he wears with his uniform.
Instantly you relax, and then your gut pulls tight with anticipation, curiosity lacing your words as you step further into the apartment, closing the door behind you.
"Caleb?"
"You'll address me as Colonel, and nothing else," He steps forward, voice hard and authoritative, brandishing something silver that gleams even in the low light, "hold out your hands. I need to ask you some questions, and it will be better for you if you are restrained,"
Oh, you think, so this is what we're doing. "Yes, Colonel," is your reply, excitement bubbling deep in your gut, warmth dusting your cheeks. You should have known Caleb would do something like this as soon as you told him how sexy you found him in his new uniform.
Holding out your hands as told, Caleb clips one of the cuffs onto your wrist, leaving the other free before dragging you over to the waiting chair behind him. He tugs you, roughly, into the chair before moving around to your back and cuffing your hands. You're mostly immobile, except for your legs of course, and you're attached to the chair thanks to the cuffs. It's a concept that would probably frighten some people - being restricted in such a way - but for you, it only manages to fan the flames flickering to life in your stomach, the warmth travelling between your legs and through your thighs.
When Caleb steps back to the spot in front of you, he kicks your feet so your knees part for him. He gazes down at you, though thanks to the low lighting in the room, you can't see much of his face under his cap. Just the slight tilt of his lips, a smirk that seems to mock you in your submissive state.
You're sweating.
Bending at the waist, he lifts a hand to cup your face, squeezing your cheeks in the leather claps of his gloves. His eyes are dark, heated as he trails a look over your face before moving lower, lingering on the way your thighs are draped either side of him. You can already feel how wet you are, underwear clinging uncomfortably to the skin between your legs, but you play along.
"Colonel, I don't understand -"
Caleb's hand shifts slightly, his thumb pressing against your lips to keep them closed, "I don't remember saying you could talk," his eyes drift from yours to land on your parted lips beneath his thumb. He watches closely as he slowly parts your lips further, forcing his thumb into your mouth. You gasp, the taste of the leather hitting your tongue as Caleb caresses it, pushing further, just enough to have you on the edge of gagging.
"Are you going to be obedient?" He asks, his fingers digging into your face just a little more as he removes his thumb from your mouth, smearing your lipstick with your own saliva. You nod, eyes bleary as your thighs shift around Caleb's legs, itching to press together and soothe the ache between them. He watches the whole thing, scoffing quietly before moving away and waving his hand. Instantly, his evol parts your thighs again, holding them open, almost uncomfortably so. Your skirt rides up, and you know by now your underwear is probably exposed to his wandering eyes.
Caleb moves away for a moment, his evol still gripping you tight, keeping your legs parted despite your attempts to shift. Sweat begins to mist your skin as your gut squeezes like a fist, pulling down and down. Your clit throbs, begging for mercy, a touch to sooth the persistent ache.
When Caleb turns back to face you again, he's holding his baton. The long, thin weapon is usually closed up, hanging from his belt, but he has opened it to its full span, holding the object out and pressing under your chin. He lifts your face to greet his own, his body bending so he can kiss you sloppily, his tongue licking heat into your mouth. You gasp into the kiss, already eager for this torture to end and for Caleb to fuck you already.
He shows no signs of giving into such demands yet, however, as he pulls away, leaving your lips wet and shiny in the low light of the room. His violet eyes appear almost black as he watches you beneath heavy lids. Instead, he steps forward, hand dropping to your shirt as he begins to undo each button deftly with nimble fingers, even in the thick leather gloves. Soon, your bra is bared to him, breasts heaving to escape the confines of the black lace.
"You think I haven't noticed how you act when I am wearing this?" He murmurs, bringing the baton up until its resting on your lower lip, "Suck. Get it wet,"
You oblige only too eagerly, wishing it was him instead, allowing your eyes to meet so Caleb can imagine you suckling just as greedily and messily on his cock. His jaw clenches, eyes hazy for a second as if the idea might be enough to tempt him into giving up this whole charade, but the expression fades just as quick as it appeared. He drags the baton from your lips, the wet tip of it tracing a path down between your breasts, over your stomach. It stops briefly at your skirt, and Caleb's lips twitch at the way your hips shift slightly.
"Cale- Colonel, please," You whine, and Caleb tilts his head, "please touch me. Please do something,"
"Watch your mouth," He replies, voice lethally soft, "I never said you could speak," he tuts gently, lifting the baton and bringing it down quickly against your thigh. Pain flashes hot against your skin, melting into something liquid, something addictive. You moan softly.
"So disobedient," Caleb murmurs. He drops the baton, kneeling at your feet, quite unlike the cold colonel. His leather-clad hands find your thighs in a rough grip, hard enough to leave marks, and you hope they do. Caleb lifts your skirt, giving him a clear view of your black underwear, the lace so damp now that he can see the wet spot on the seat below, "Messy too,"
You try not to beg him, trying to keep silent and stay obedient so that he might touch you. His lips grow wet as he drags his tongue over them, staring intently at your parted thighs like he might wish to lick you clean himself, though he doesn't move. His hand makes its way up your thigh, over the reddened mark where he'd smacked you with the baton. The skin, sensitive now, hums under his tough as he runs a thumb over it, a soothing gesture cutting through his act.
"You've thought about this a lot," He says, voice softer now, "I have noticed every time your eyes watch me when I leave. Whenever I wear this uniform your eyes seem to glaze over like you're in the middle of a daydream," his hand moves further towards your clothed pussy, the leather soft and cool on your heated skin, "Is this what you were thinking about?"
You nod eagerly, unsure if he will stop if you were to speak. He smiles, almost looking like the Caleb you know again, though the grin soon sharpens with an edge as his fingers meet their mark. He presses hard against your clit, rubbing the wet lace against your skin in a slow, taunting circle. He does this twice, taking his touch away and observing the shiny wetness on his gloves. He pauses, like he might bring the fingers to his own lips for a taste, but instead he lifts them to your own mouth, pushing them past the seam of your lips.
"Taste it," He speaks, gruffer than a moment ago, "Taste the mess you've made,"
You moan around his gloved fingers, the familiar bitter taste of the leather soothed slightly by the salty tang of your own arousal. You lick every drop, sucking hard until your cheeks hollow, and Caleb's lips part to accommodate a low, quiet moan. When he pulls his fingers out, he returns them in a swift movement, rubbing your clit again and again.
"Come," He grits out, watching your face hungrily, the cool, calm pretence from earlier vanishing with each second, "Fuck, come nice and quick for me and I'll reward you with my cock,"
Your thighs tremble against the hold his evol still has on you, hips barely managing to chase his fingers, though you seem to crash into your climax unexpectedly. The force of it takes the air from your lungs leaving your lips parted on a silent moan before you drag in a broken gasp, "Oh- oh god, fuck, Caleb -"
"Good," He says, dazed, "So good, you did so good for me,"
His evol vanishes, your thighs clamping around his hand as he continues to rub and rub and rub until you're leaning forward, biting into the material of his jacket to quell the scream building in your throat. When you come a second time, Caleb seems to moan with you, so attuned to your body that he can feel your pleasure for himself.
He stands as you begin to gather yourself, panting in the chair and watching his movements with teary eyes. He doesn't bother removing his uniform, pulling out his cock through the slit in his trousers. It's hard, almost angrily red and shiny - your mouth waters with the need to taste, and thankfully, Caleb doesn't keep you waiting. He parts your lips with the head, gripping your hair in one hand while the other braces on the back of the chair you're sitting on.
"Oh fuck, oh god -" He's throbbing in your mouth already, hips stuttering as he shallowly fucks into your mouth, "Gonna come, oh fuck, gonna come. Yeah, yeah -" you suck hard, hollowing out your cheeks in order to bring about his release quicker. He comes with a broken groan of your name, chair creaking in his vice-like grip, and he uses the hold on your hair to pull you up and down his cock slowly, dragging out every thick rope of come he has to give.
When you're both panting, Caleb braces himself on the kitchen counter, dragging in deep lungfuls of air before he walks over on shaky legs to uncuff you. When you're both feeling human again, he brushes your hair from your face and looks down at you with wide, glassy eyes.
"Did I do good?" He says, "Did you like it?"
You shake your head, laughing, "You did really good, believe me,"
Caleb nods, satisfied, his playful demeanour so at odds with his uniform that it makes you laugh. The two of you shower and spend the rest of the night watching movies, though you make it known that should he want to welcome you home like that in the future, you are more than willing to play along again.
19. getting turned on by their partner's new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit
cw: inappropriate use of evol, handcuffs
note: first time writing for caleb !! i'll admit i've been putting off writing for him bc aahh he's such a hard character for me to figure out for some reason, i cant seem to get into his head as well as i can with others! but i hope i've done him justice for the caleb enjoyers!
When you walk into your apartment after work one night, you expect to find Caleb draped across some piece of furniture, watching tv maybe. It's pretty common for him to come over, especially when he's home for the short time he has from the Farspace Fleet.
What you don't expect, however, is to walk in to find the room bathed in the warm glow of candle light. The flickering light illuminating a single, dark figure standing beside a chair in the centre of your apartment. For a few brief moments, you're almost tempted to call the police - because, what the fuck - but soon you recognise the broad cut of figure's shoulders, the outline of the peaked cap he wears with his uniform.
Instantly you relax, and then your gut pulls tight with anticipation, curiosity lacing your words as you step further into the apartment, closing the door behind you.
"Caleb?"
"You'll address me as Colonel, and nothing else," He steps forward, voice hard and authoritative, brandishing something silver that gleams even in the low light, "hold out your hands. I need to ask you some questions, and it will be better for you if you are restrained,"
Oh, you think, so this is what we're doing. "Yes, Colonel," is your reply, excitement bubbling deep in your gut, warmth dusting your cheeks. You should have known Caleb would do something like this as soon as you told him how sexy you found him in his new uniform.
Holding out your hands as told, Caleb clips one of the cuffs onto your wrist, leaving the other free before dragging you over to the waiting chair behind him. He tugs you, roughly, into the chair before moving around to your back and cuffing your hands. You're mostly immobile, except for your legs of course, and you're attached to the chair thanks to the cuffs. It's a concept that would probably frighten some people - being restricted in such a way - but for you, it only manages to fan the flames flickering to life in your stomach, the warmth travelling between your legs and through your thighs.
When Caleb steps back to the spot in front of you, he kicks your feet so your knees part for him. He gazes down at you, though thanks to the low lighting in the room, you can't see much of his face under his cap. Just the slight tilt of his lips, a smirk that seems to mock you in your submissive state.
You're sweating.
Bending at the waist, he lifts a hand to cup your face, squeezing your cheeks in the leather claps of his gloves. His eyes are dark, heated as he trails a look over your face before moving lower, lingering on the way your thighs are draped either side of him. You can already feel how wet you are, underwear clinging uncomfortably to the skin between your legs, but you play along.
"Colonel, I don't understand -"
Caleb's hand shifts slightly, his thumb pressing against your lips to keep them closed, "I don't remember saying you could talk," his eyes drift from yours to land on your parted lips beneath his thumb. He watches closely as he slowly parts your lips further, forcing his thumb into your mouth. You gasp, the taste of the leather hitting your tongue as Caleb caresses it, pushing further, just enough to have you on the edge of gagging.
"Are you going to be obedient?" He asks, his fingers digging into your face just a little more as he removes his thumb from your mouth, smearing your lipstick with your own saliva. You nod, eyes bleary as your thighs shift around Caleb's legs, itching to press together and soothe the ache between them. He watches the whole thing, scoffing quietly before moving away and waving his hand. Instantly, his evol parts your thighs again, holding them open, almost uncomfortably so. Your skirt rides up, and you know by now your underwear is probably exposed to his wandering eyes.
Caleb moves away for a moment, his evol still gripping you tight, keeping your legs parted despite your attempts to shift. Sweat begins to mist your skin as your gut squeezes like a fist, pulling down and down. Your clit throbs, begging for mercy, a touch to sooth the persistent ache.
When Caleb turns back to face you again, he's holding his baton. The long, thin weapon is usually closed up, hanging from his belt, but he has opened it to its full span, holding the object out and pressing under your chin. He lifts your face to greet his own, his body bending so he can kiss you sloppily, his tongue licking heat into your mouth. You gasp into the kiss, already eager for this torture to end and for Caleb to fuck you already.
He shows no signs of giving into such demands yet, however, as he pulls away, leaving your lips wet and shiny in the low light of the room. His violet eyes appear almost black as he watches you beneath heavy lids. Instead, he steps forward, hand dropping to your shirt as he begins to undo each button deftly with nimble fingers, even in the thick leather gloves. Soon, your bra is bared to him, breasts heaving to escape the confines of the black lace.
"You think I haven't noticed how you act when I am wearing this?" He murmurs, bringing the baton up until its resting on your lower lip, "Suck. Get it wet,"
You oblige only too eagerly, wishing it was him instead, allowing your eyes to meet so Caleb can imagine you suckling just as greedily and messily on his cock. His jaw clenches, eyes hazy for a second as if the idea might be enough to tempt him into giving up this whole charade, but the expression fades just as quick as it appeared. He drags the baton from your lips, the wet tip of it tracing a path down between your breasts, over your stomach. It stops briefly at your skirt, and Caleb's lips twitch at the way your hips shift slightly.
"Cale- Colonel, please," You whine, and Caleb tilts his head, "please touch me. Please do something,"
"Watch your mouth," He replies, voice lethally soft, "I never said you could speak," he tuts gently, lifting the baton and bringing it down quickly against your thigh. Pain flashes hot against your skin, melting into something liquid, something addictive. You moan softly.
"So disobedient," Caleb murmurs. He drops the baton, kneeling at your feet, quite unlike the cold colonel. His leather-clad hands find your thighs in a rough grip, hard enough to leave marks, and you hope they do. Caleb lifts your skirt, giving him a clear view of your black underwear, the lace so damp now that he can see the wet spot on the seat below, "Messy too,"
You try not to beg him, trying to keep silent and stay obedient so that he might touch you. His lips grow wet as he drags his tongue over them, staring intently at your parted thighs like he might wish to lick you clean himself, though he doesn't move. His hand makes its way up your thigh, over the reddened mark where he'd smacked you with the baton. The skin, sensitive now, hums under his tough as he runs a thumb over it, a soothing gesture cutting through his act.
"You've thought about this a lot," He says, voice softer now, "I have noticed every time your eyes watch me when I leave. Whenever I wear this uniform your eyes seem to glaze over like you're in the middle of a daydream," his hand moves further towards your clothed pussy, the leather soft and cool on your heated skin, "Is this what you were thinking about?"
You nod eagerly, unsure if he will stop if you were to speak. He smiles, almost looking like the Caleb you know again, though the grin soon sharpens with an edge as his fingers meet their mark. He presses hard against your clit, rubbing the wet lace against your skin in a slow, taunting circle. He does this twice, taking his touch away and observing the shiny wetness on his gloves. He pauses, like he might bring the fingers to his own lips for a taste, but instead he lifts them to your own mouth, pushing them past the seam of your lips.
"Taste it," He speaks, gruffer than a moment ago, "Taste the mess you've made,"
You moan around his gloved fingers, the familiar bitter taste of the leather soothed slightly by the salty tang of your own arousal. You lick every drop, sucking hard until your cheeks hollow, and Caleb's lips part to accommodate a low, quiet moan. When he pulls his fingers out, he returns them in a swift movement, rubbing your clit again and again.
"Come," He grits out, watching your face hungrily, the cool, calm pretence from earlier vanishing with each second, "Fuck, come nice and quick for me and I'll reward you with my cock,"
Your thighs tremble against the hold his evol still has on you, hips barely managing to chase his fingers, though you seem to crash into your climax unexpectedly. The force of it takes the air from your lungs leaving your lips parted on a silent moan before you drag in a broken gasp, "Oh- oh god, fuck, Caleb -"
"Good," He says, dazed, "So good, you did so good for me,"
His evol vanishes, your thighs clamping around his hand as he continues to rub and rub and rub until you're leaning forward, biting into the material of his jacket to quell the scream building in your throat. When you come a second time, Caleb seems to moan with you, so attuned to your body that he can feel your pleasure for himself.
He stands as you begin to gather yourself, panting in the chair and watching his movements with teary eyes. He doesn't bother removing his uniform, pulling out his cock through the slit in his trousers. It's hard, almost angrily red and shiny - your mouth waters with the need to taste, and thankfully, Caleb doesn't keep you waiting. He parts your lips with the head, gripping your hair in one hand while the other braces on the back of the chair you're sitting on.
"Oh fuck, oh god -" He's throbbing in your mouth already, hips stuttering as he shallowly fucks into your mouth, "Gonna come, oh fuck, gonna come. Yeah, yeah -" you suck hard, hollowing out your cheeks in order to bring about his release quicker. He comes with a broken groan of your name, chair creaking in his vice-like grip, and he uses the hold on your hair to pull you up and down his cock slowly, dragging out every thick rope of come he has to give.
When you're both panting, Caleb braces himself on the kitchen counter, dragging in deep lungfuls of air before he walks over on shaky legs to uncuff you. When you're both feeling human again, he brushes your hair from your face and looks down at you with wide, glassy eyes.
"Did I do good?" He says, "Did you like it?"
You shake your head, laughing, "You did really good, believe me,"
Caleb nods, satisfied, his playful demeanour so at odds with his uniform that it makes you laugh. The two of you shower and spend the rest of the night watching movies, though you make it known that should he want to welcome you home like that in the future, you are more than willing to play along again.
cw: somnophilia
note: never written somnophilia before so hopefully i've done an okay job for those who enjoy that kinda thing! listened to zayne's "silent poem" audio again last night and the beginning of that definitely gave me the vibe that this is smth zayne would lowkey be into...
send a lads guy and a prompt!
Zayne can't resist when you're like this; sprawled half-naked in his bed, hair fanning over his pillows, t-shirt riding up just enough to show the underside of your breast. He aches to sink his teeth into the skin there.
When he first brought up his little fantasy to you, he had worried you would run for the hills. After all, it took him a while to reconcile with the idea himself - worried about the grey area surrounding your consent, worried that you would want him to stop and be unsure how to tell him. But, after a long discussion, the two of you came to the understanding that you liked the idea.
It didn't take long for Zayne to propose testing the theory, and he was relieved at your enthusiastic response.
Though he'd never admit it to anyone but you, it's one of his favourite ways to pleasure you. He enjoys waking you up with his mouth, or his fingers, teasing you until you're stuck between dreaming and reality, moaning his name. He gets off on you being here, waiting for him, willing and ready for him to have his wicked way with you, for you to wake up coming around his fingers.
He watches you now, dreaming, snoring softly against his pillow. It's still dark out, nowhere near morning yet, but he's well aware that the two of you have the day off work tomorrow. Zayne can't deny the low tug in his gut, the thickening of his cock already in his briefs as he watches your chest rise and fall slowly, your stomach and hips bare. The sheet prevents him seeing any further, but he knows you're bare for him under there too - he left you that way last night. The two of you had been too exhausted to even leave the bed afterwards, falling asleep in each others arms.
It's only been a few hours and already Zayne wants you again. He's addicted to you.
He moves gently, not wanting to jostle you from sleep just yet. Lifting the sheet just so he can slip underneath, nudging himself between your thighs. The scent of you welcomes him, the heady aroma of sweat and sex still lingering from your earlier activities. Moving in closer, he places his hands on your thighs, grinning when they twitch in your slumber. When he's sure you're still asleep, he licks his way up the seam of your cunt, tasting himself there still as well as you. His cock twitches against the mattress, and he just barely stops himself from grinding himself against it.
He wants to save himself for you, wants to lose himself between your thighs again and again, as many times as you'll allow before the sun rises. Zayne's tongue licks a slow path up the centre of you again, pausing at the top where he laps gently at your clit. It doesn't take long for you to respond; your legs shifting on either side of his shoulders, hips twitching to greet his waiting mouth. He can just barely hear your soft sleepy sighs as he kisses your cunt slowly, sloppily, just the way you like it. He groans into your wet flesh, savouring the taste of you.
Sometimes Zayne sees it as a challenge, to see if he can get you to come before you wake up properly. He likes the way you moan his name when you're sleeping, like you can do so with abandon and without the fear of being embarrassed. His hands cradle your hips now, lifting them just enough so he can angle you exactly right, to lap at you greedily like a starved man.
You're fidgeting now, breathing harshly into the quiet darkness of the bedroom. He can hear your muffled whimpers from his place under the sheets and he supresses a smile, relishing in it, only wishing that he could see you. But it's much more fun when he hides under the sheet like this, enjoying the thrill that courses through him, the idea that he is doing something wicked without you knowing.
He doesn't have long, he thinks as he rubs his tongue against the underside of your clit. Soon you'll wake up, and if he can, he really wants to get you to come before then. He lets one of his hands leave where it had moved to your lower tummy, pressing a finger into your wet heat and groaning at the clench you welcome him with. You gasp, still not quite awake yet, and Zayne enters another digit, fucking them both into you as your juices gather on his finger, slick and sweet.
You come blissfully, beautifully, on the fourth thrust of his fingers, spasming wildly around him. Zayne slowly fucks you through it, kissing softly at your clit as you tremble with the aftershocks. When he feels your hand rest on the crown of his head through the blanket, he knows you're awake now. He crawls his way up your body, ducking from under the sheets to be greeted with your sleepy smile, bright even in the dark.
"Good morning," You say, throat scratchy from sleep.
"Not quite morning yet," Zayne murmurs, lowering his head to your neck, suckling on the skin there and moaning softly when you arch against him, "we still have plenty of time,"
You hum softly, and for a moment Zayne wonders if you've fallen back to sleep. When you tug at the neck of his t-shirt, however, he is relieved. He obliges your silent request, gripping the back of the shirt and tugging it over his head, kneeling over you and feeling quite lucky indeed to see you suddenly naked under him, your shirt abandoned on his side of the bed.
Your hands are greedy in their perusal of his torso, smoothing over the planes of his stomach as if you've never seen him like this before. It makes his cheeks grow a little warm, that you still react like this even after so long. Soon, you're pulling at his briefs, other palm stroking at his forgotten erection through the thin material.
"Didn't have enough earlier?" You ask with a wry smirk, lifting up on your elbows to watch Zayne, somewhat ungracefully, divest himself of his underwear.
When he's back over you, you're both wonderfully bare, skin on skin. Zayne doesn't think he will ever get used to it.
"I'll never get enough," He says simply, suckling on your lower lip in a long kiss, "I could have you every hour of every day and it still wouldn't be enough to satisfy me,"
Your hands thread in his hair, smooth down his back all while your thighs brush impatiently against his hips, "Glad we agree on something,"
His cock brushes your pussy, still wet and swollen from his mouth, and he shivers a little. It doesn't take much for him to forgo taking you slowly, romantically. Instead he rears back, flipping you over until you're on your knees in front of him, elbows caging your pillow as you lay your head on it to peer back at him with a smile. He intends to change that expression - he loves you smiling, but he also loves to see you fucked-out, eyes rolling back, mouth open. His cock throbs at the mental image, and it has him fisting his length, pushing his way into you with a hiss as you welcome him, hot and soaked.
You fall face-first into your pillow on that first thrust, hands gripping the sheets. Zayne isn't interested in working you in slow - he needs to feel you hugging his cock as you come messily around it. So, he fucks into you in quick, hard slaps of his hips, the headboard above you beginning to softly thud against the wall with his movements. You arch your back deliciously, allowing him to hit even deeper spots inside you.
"Oh, yes, yes - yesyesyes -" You're a mess already, moaning wantonly into the pillow, though Zayne soon puts a stop to that. He wants to hear you, after all. His hand reaches forward, threading through your hair to pull you up. When your back meets his front, cock rubbing snugly against that sweet spot inside you, he can feel your entire body shaking. He feels an insatiable need to map your entire body with his palms, cupping your breasts, smoothing over your stomach, slipping between your spread thighs to play with your clit. It all sends a wave of pleasure cashing into you, your head falling back against his shoulder as you climax loudly, wetly all over his cock.
It send's Zayne's head into a tailspin, his hips already chasing your own in a jagged pattern, "Beautiful, so- gorgeous. I love when you c-come like that for me, my love," he can barely get the words out, teeth clenched tight as he pushes you back down. Needing the leverage of tugging your hips back into him in a few hard thrusts so he can fill you up perfectly.
And he does, coming hard inside the still spasming walls of your cunt. You clench a couple times, rendering him speechless as he grips your hip tighter in warning. When he feels that his soul has returned to his body, he pulls out of you slowly, reaching over to the bed to grab the towel from earlier to clean you both up.
Once he's done, he flops back down onto the bed, welcoming you into his arms. He rests his chin on top of your head, feeling the exhaustion deep in his bones just as the light in the room begins to change from a deep indigo to a pale blue.
cw: somnophilia
note: never written somnophilia before so hopefully i've done an okay job for those who enjoy that kinda thing! listened to zayne's "silent poem" audio again last night and the beginning of that definitely gave me the vibe that this is smth zayne would lowkey be into...
send a lads guy and a prompt!
Zayne can't resist when you're like this; sprawled half-naked in his bed, hair fanning over his pillows, t-shirt riding up just enough to show the underside of your breast. He aches to sink his teeth into the skin there.
When he first brought up his little fantasy to you, he had worried you would run for the hills. After all, it took him a while to reconcile with the idea himself - worried about the grey area surrounding your consent, worried that you would want him to stop and be unsure how to tell him. But, after a long discussion, the two of you came to the understanding that you liked the idea.
It didn't take long for Zayne to propose testing the theory, and he was relieved at your enthusiastic response.
Though he'd never admit it to anyone but you, it's one of his favourite ways to pleasure you. He enjoys waking you up with his mouth, or his fingers, teasing you until you're stuck between dreaming and reality, moaning his name. He gets off on you being here, waiting for him, willing and ready for him to have his wicked way with you, for you to wake up coming around his fingers.
He watches you now, dreaming, snoring softly against his pillow. It's still dark out, nowhere near morning yet, but he's well aware that the two of you have the day off work tomorrow. Zayne can't deny the low tug in his gut, the thickening of his cock already in his briefs as he watches your chest rise and fall slowly, your stomach and hips bare. The sheet prevents him seeing any further, but he knows you're bare for him under there too - he left you that way last night. The two of you had been too exhausted to even leave the bed afterwards, falling asleep in each others arms.
It's only been a few hours and already Zayne wants you again. He's addicted to you.
He moves gently, not wanting to jostle you from sleep just yet. Lifting the sheet just so he can slip underneath, nudging himself between your thighs. The scent of you welcomes him, the heady aroma of sweat and sex still lingering from your earlier activities. Moving in closer, he places his hands on your thighs, grinning when they twitch in your slumber. When he's sure you're still asleep, he licks his way up the seam of your cunt, tasting himself there still as well as you. His cock twitches against the mattress, and he just barely stops himself from grinding himself against it.
He wants to save himself for you, wants to lose himself between your thighs again and again, as many times as you'll allow before the sun rises. Zayne's tongue licks a slow path up the centre of you again, pausing at the top where he laps gently at your clit. It doesn't take long for you to respond; your legs shifting on either side of his shoulders, hips twitching to greet his waiting mouth. He can just barely hear your soft sleepy sighs as he kisses your cunt slowly, sloppily, just the way you like it. He groans into your wet flesh, savouring the taste of you.
Sometimes Zayne sees it as a challenge, to see if he can get you to come before you wake up properly. He likes the way you moan his name when you're sleeping, like you can do so with abandon and without the fear of being embarrassed. His hands cradle your hips now, lifting them just enough so he can angle you exactly right, to lap at you greedily like a starved man.
You're fidgeting now, breathing harshly into the quiet darkness of the bedroom. He can hear your muffled whimpers from his place under the sheets and he supresses a smile, relishing in it, only wishing that he could see you. But it's much more fun when he hides under the sheet like this, enjoying the thrill that courses through him, the idea that he is doing something wicked without you knowing.
He doesn't have long, he thinks as he rubs his tongue against the underside of your clit. Soon you'll wake up, and if he can, he really wants to get you to come before then. He lets one of his hands leave where it had moved to your lower tummy, pressing a finger into your wet heat and groaning at the clench you welcome him with. You gasp, still not quite awake yet, and Zayne enters another digit, fucking them both into you as your juices gather on his finger, slick and sweet.
You come blissfully, beautifully, on the fourth thrust of his fingers, spasming wildly around him. Zayne slowly fucks you through it, kissing softly at your clit as you tremble with the aftershocks. When he feels your hand rest on the crown of his head through the blanket, he knows you're awake now. He crawls his way up your body, ducking from under the sheets to be greeted with your sleepy smile, bright even in the dark.
"Good morning," You say, throat scratchy from sleep.
"Not quite morning yet," Zayne murmurs, lowering his head to your neck, suckling on the skin there and moaning softly when you arch against him, "we still have plenty of time,"
You hum softly, and for a moment Zayne wonders if you've fallen back to sleep. When you tug at the neck of his t-shirt, however, he is relieved. He obliges your silent request, gripping the back of the shirt and tugging it over his head, kneeling over you and feeling quite lucky indeed to see you suddenly naked under him, your shirt abandoned on his side of the bed.
Your hands are greedy in their perusal of his torso, smoothing over the planes of his stomach as if you've never seen him like this before. It makes his cheeks grow a little warm, that you still react like this even after so long. Soon, you're pulling at his briefs, other palm stroking at his forgotten erection through the thin material.
"Didn't have enough earlier?" You ask with a wry smirk, lifting up on your elbows to watch Zayne, somewhat ungracefully, divest himself of his underwear.
When he's back over you, you're both wonderfully bare, skin on skin. Zayne doesn't think he will ever get used to it.
"I'll never get enough," He says simply, suckling on your lower lip in a long kiss, "I could have you every hour of every day and it still wouldn't be enough to satisfy me,"
Your hands thread in his hair, smooth down his back all while your thighs brush impatiently against his hips, "Glad we agree on something,"
His cock brushes your pussy, still wet and swollen from his mouth, and he shivers a little. It doesn't take much for him to forgo taking you slowly, romantically. Instead he rears back, flipping you over until you're on your knees in front of him, elbows caging your pillow as you lay your head on it to peer back at him with a smile. He intends to change that expression - he loves you smiling, but he also loves to see you fucked-out, eyes rolling back, mouth open. His cock throbs at the mental image, and it has him fisting his length, pushing his way into you with a hiss as you welcome him, hot and soaked.
You fall face-first into your pillow on that first thrust, hands gripping the sheets. Zayne isn't interested in working you in slow - he needs to feel you hugging his cock as you come messily around it. So, he fucks into you in quick, hard slaps of his hips, the headboard above you beginning to softly thud against the wall with his movements. You arch your back deliciously, allowing him to hit even deeper spots inside you.
"Oh, yes, yes - yesyesyes -" You're a mess already, moaning wantonly into the pillow, though Zayne soon puts a stop to that. He wants to hear you, after all. His hand reaches forward, threading through your hair to pull you up. When your back meets his front, cock rubbing snugly against that sweet spot inside you, he can feel your entire body shaking. He feels an insatiable need to map your entire body with his palms, cupping your breasts, smoothing over your stomach, slipping between your spread thighs to play with your clit. It all sends a wave of pleasure cashing into you, your head falling back against his shoulder as you climax loudly, wetly all over his cock.
It send's Zayne's head into a tailspin, his hips already chasing your own in a jagged pattern, "Beautiful, so- gorgeous. I love when you c-come like that for me, my love," he can barely get the words out, teeth clenched tight as he pushes you back down. Needing the leverage of tugging your hips back into him in a few hard thrusts so he can fill you up perfectly.
And he does, coming hard inside the still spasming walls of your cunt. You clench a couple times, rendering him speechless as he grips your hip tighter in warning. When he feels that his soul has returned to his body, he pulls out of you slowly, reaching over to the bed to grab the towel from earlier to clean you both up.
Once he's done, he flops back down onto the bed, welcoming you into his arms. He rests his chin on top of your head, feeling the exhaustion deep in his bones just as the light in the room begins to change from a deep indigo to a pale blue.
2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them
3) fully clothed x stark naked
4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)
5) body worshipping
6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)
7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)
8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck
9) revenge sex
10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them
11) quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials
12) fucking, but one is still trying to keep all of their attention on the game they are playing
13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor
14) library sex for those dark academia vibes
15) jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar
16) accidental i love you’s during sex
17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place
18) a/b/o
19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit
4. slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if its after a battle or after they've patched up each other's wounds)
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"Xaver, I -" You gasp, "I don't know if this is a good idea,"
He smiles softly against your jaw, hands tightening their hold on your hips, and it's clear that as far as Xavier is concerned, you're not going anywhere, "It's a great idea. The perfect medicine," he punctuates his words with a long suck at the skin of your neck, your eyes rolling back as your whole body seems to clench.
You hadn't intended for this to happen when Xavier stumbled into your apartment looking worse for wear; bloodied and bruised from another encounter with a wanderer. Doing your best, you had tidied him up, taking care of the wounds as best you could and urging Xavier to go and see a doctor. He had declined of course - "Hospitals make me nervous" - was all he had said. You sensed you were getting nowhere and so you had dropped it, not expecting Xavier to pull you down beside him and lay on your chest.
Now, he braces himself over you on your sofa, shirt long since discarded thanks to the bloodstains. His arms barely even tremble, as if he's completely unarmed, the wry tilt of his lips and the burn of his gaze distracting you from his previously injured state. As you look up at him, he dips his head to press more heated kisses to your collarbone, suckling and nipping on the skin until you're sure you are just as bruised as him.
"Y-you should rest," The words barely make it out, another gasp cutting you off as Xavier's hand smooths up the material of your shirt, finding the underwire of your bra with practiced ease.
He hums in response to your suggestion, wiggling his fingers under your bra to twist and roll a nipple between his fingers; when you arch against him, he smiles, eyes trailing over your body, "After,"
Then, he drops down to press his lips to yours, slow, deep kisses robbing you of breath and sanity as he grinds his hips against yours, the thick ridge of his erection rubbing tauntingly against your thigh. Every responsible and appropriate thought is slowly plucked from your mind with every twist and tug of your nipple, every swipe of Xavier's tongue in your mouth. Your hands reach up to thread through his hair, damp from sweat after the long fight he had, and use the leverage to pull him further into you, moaning when his kisses grow hungrier, sloppier.
He pulls off of you for a moment, breathless and blushing, his eyes burning as he tugs off your shirt and bra all in one swift motion. He tosses the clothing somewhere in the room, their destination unknown to you as Xavier distracts you once more, a large palm cupping one breast as the other makes quick work of your jeans.
"Off," He pants, "take them off. Now,"
You obey his rushed demand, slipping off your jeans and letting them fall beside the couch. Panties come off next, the obvious wet mark in the dark cotton not escaping Xavier's notice as he lets his tongue flick out for a taste. He groans softly, throwing them across the room before tugging you up, manoeuvring you until you're straddling him.
"Wish I wasn't injured," He murmured, his fingers trailing down the centre of your torso. Your stomach clenches as he moves lower, through the small patch of hair at your centre towards the wet, swollen bud beneath, "I would love to get a taste of this right now,"
You bite your lip, any reply swiftly forgotten as Xavier's fingers continue their explorations, rubbing tight circles into your clit before dipping down to press inside you. The stretch is snug at first - it's been a while since you and Xavier have had any time for moments like this - but he soon warms you up, his middle finger crooked until it taps gently at your g-spot. You whimper, rocking your hips gently on his hand while your own clench his shoulders, nails digging into the skin, though Xavier doesn't seem to mind. His eyes watch you with a keen fascination, licking his lips and flicking his gaze over the flushed skin of your naked body as you straddle him. Breasts jiggling slightly with your laboured breaths.
"God, Xavier, there - there, fuck,"
He smiles, soft and satisfied, his voice gentle despite the quickening of his movements between your legs, "Here? Is that it? Yeah, that's right isn't it, baby?"
You nod frantically, thighs begin to tremble around his hips as they always do, the first sign of your impending orgasm. Your throat dries up with each pant and moan, head thrown back as you cry out into the quiet of your apartment. Xavier doesn't slow, though, fingers fucking you deeply until you squirm with discomfort. Sometimes, he keeps going, wringing every last orgasm out of you until you're nothing but a sweat-soaked heap in the centre of his bed.
Tonight, though, he seems to be eager to have you properly. He removes his fingers from inside you, lifting them to press at your lips before you open for him, the salty taste of your own arousal sitting on your tongue. Suckling them, you watch as Xavier undoes his belt and slides his cock out from his briefs, giving the thick shaft a few pumps as you cling onto his wrist, licking your essence from his fingers with a diligence that makes his erection twitch.
He pulls you until you're above him, his head smoothing through the slick mess left from your first orgasm. His chest rumbles on a groan, head falling back against the sofa when you take over, impatience winning out when you slide yourself down, taking him inside you. The stretch is still present, a slight sting erring just on the edge of uncomfortable, but you get used to it quickly, Xavier's hand reaching around to grip your ass cheek in his large palm. He presses and moulds the roundness there, pressing and pulling you back until you're rocking against him, slower than your usual pace, though you allow him to set the rhythm. At this point you're just happy to finally be full of him, the thickness hitting you at exactly the right angle.
"So good," You murmur, breathless between quiet moans. Xavier knows your body so well, knows exactly where to touch or where to bite that gets you clenching good and tight around his cock, and he does just that, raking his teeth along the skin of your breast as you ride him.
He seems lost in it for a moment, eyes fluttering against the sweet pull of your cunt with the delicious way you roll your hips against him. He throbs inside you, balls growing heavy far too fast for his liking, and so he reaches up, gripping your chin and forcing your eyes onto his own.
"Eyes on me, baby," He speaks, hoarse and wrecked as you clench on him once more, fixing that fucked-out gaze on him, "Keep those pretty eyes on me while you bounce on this cock,"
"Yes," You gasp, obeying immediately in a way that has Xavier reaching around once more to deliver a quick slap to your ass, wishing he had the strength to flip you over and fuck you from behind just so he could watch the way it ripples with each slap of his hips. He does it a few more times, knowing that the pain will drive you closer to your climax, and he's right from the way your cunt flutters around him.
The soft silence of the room is broken only by your scattered breaths and the creak of the sofa, your hips undulating, almost jerking as you grow closer to your orgasm. You reach down, pressing the flat of your fingers to your clit and rubbing in quick circles. The view of it has Xavier's balls tightening, his own release making itself known, "That's right, baby. Make yourself come, make a mess on it. Good girl,"
"Oh- oh god, fuck," You groan, movements stalling as that first delicious wave hits you, the persistent clench of your cunt hugging Xavier like a vice as he stops holding off. His eyes roll back just as you roll once more against him for good measure, his cum filling you up until it leaks from between you both, dribbling onto the sofa below.
Pushing his hair off his sweaty face, Xavier looks up at you with a satiated grin, "Sorry for making a mess," he leans forward and presses a long kiss to your parted lips, "worth it, though,"
When he leans back with a wince, you sigh, finally catching your breath and slapping him on the chest, "You're still in pain, I told you,"
"Hm," Is his only reply as he lays back, watching you pull yourself off his softening cock. The sight of his release leaking out of you is enough to get his blood pumping for round two, but he figures he won't be able to convince you a second time.
Instead, Xavier indulges you, allowing you play nurse. He watches with amusement as you fuss over him before getting the two of you cleaned up and into your bed with a movie and a hot, steaming pizza from the place down the street.
4. slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if its after a battle or after they've patched up each other's wounds)
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"Xaver, I -" You gasp, "I don't know if this is a good idea,"
He smiles softly against your jaw, hands tightening their hold on your hips, and it's clear that as far as Xavier is concerned, you're not going anywhere, "It's a great idea. The perfect medicine," he punctuates his words with a long suck at the skin of your neck, your eyes rolling back as your whole body seems to clench.
You hadn't intended for this to happen when Xavier stumbled into your apartment looking worse for wear; bloodied and bruised from another encounter with a wanderer. Doing your best, you had tidied him up, taking care of the wounds as best you could and urging Xavier to go and see a doctor. He had declined of course - "Hospitals make me nervous" - was all he had said. You sensed you were getting nowhere and so you had dropped it, not expecting Xavier to pull you down beside him and lay on your chest.
Now, he braces himself over you on your sofa, shirt long since discarded thanks to the bloodstains. His arms barely even tremble, as if he's completely unarmed, the wry tilt of his lips and the burn of his gaze distracting you from his previously injured state. As you look up at him, he dips his head to press more heated kisses to your collarbone, suckling and nipping on the skin until you're sure you are just as bruised as him.
"Y-you should rest," The words barely make it out, another gasp cutting you off as Xavier's hand smooths up the material of your shirt, finding the underwire of your bra with practiced ease.
He hums in response to your suggestion, wiggling his fingers under your bra to twist and roll a nipple between his fingers; when you arch against him, he smiles, eyes trailing over your body, "After,"
Then, he drops down to press his lips to yours, slow, deep kisses robbing you of breath and sanity as he grinds his hips against yours, the thick ridge of his erection rubbing tauntingly against your thigh. Every responsible and appropriate thought is slowly plucked from your mind with every twist and tug of your nipple, every swipe of Xavier's tongue in your mouth. Your hands reach up to thread through his hair, damp from sweat after the long fight he had, and use the leverage to pull him further into you, moaning when his kisses grow hungrier, sloppier.
He pulls off of you for a moment, breathless and blushing, his eyes burning as he tugs off your shirt and bra all in one swift motion. He tosses the clothing somewhere in the room, their destination unknown to you as Xavier distracts you once more, a large palm cupping one breast as the other makes quick work of your jeans.
"Off," He pants, "take them off. Now,"
You obey his rushed demand, slipping off your jeans and letting them fall beside the couch. Panties come off next, the obvious wet mark in the dark cotton not escaping Xavier's notice as he lets his tongue flick out for a taste. He groans softly, throwing them across the room before tugging you up, manoeuvring you until you're straddling him.
"Wish I wasn't injured," He murmured, his fingers trailing down the centre of your torso. Your stomach clenches as he moves lower, through the small patch of hair at your centre towards the wet, swollen bud beneath, "I would love to get a taste of this right now,"
You bite your lip, any reply swiftly forgotten as Xavier's fingers continue their explorations, rubbing tight circles into your clit before dipping down to press inside you. The stretch is snug at first - it's been a while since you and Xavier have had any time for moments like this - but he soon warms you up, his middle finger crooked until it taps gently at your g-spot. You whimper, rocking your hips gently on his hand while your own clench his shoulders, nails digging into the skin, though Xavier doesn't seem to mind. His eyes watch you with a keen fascination, licking his lips and flicking his gaze over the flushed skin of your naked body as you straddle him. Breasts jiggling slightly with your laboured breaths.
"God, Xavier, there - there, fuck,"
He smiles, soft and satisfied, his voice gentle despite the quickening of his movements between your legs, "Here? Is that it? Yeah, that's right isn't it, baby?"
You nod frantically, thighs begin to tremble around his hips as they always do, the first sign of your impending orgasm. Your throat dries up with each pant and moan, head thrown back as you cry out into the quiet of your apartment. Xavier doesn't slow, though, fingers fucking you deeply until you squirm with discomfort. Sometimes, he keeps going, wringing every last orgasm out of you until you're nothing but a sweat-soaked heap in the centre of his bed.
Tonight, though, he seems to be eager to have you properly. He removes his fingers from inside you, lifting them to press at your lips before you open for him, the salty taste of your own arousal sitting on your tongue. Suckling them, you watch as Xavier undoes his belt and slides his cock out from his briefs, giving the thick shaft a few pumps as you cling onto his wrist, licking your essence from his fingers with a diligence that makes his erection twitch.
He pulls you until you're above him, his head smoothing through the slick mess left from your first orgasm. His chest rumbles on a groan, head falling back against the sofa when you take over, impatience winning out when you slide yourself down, taking him inside you. The stretch is still present, a slight sting erring just on the edge of uncomfortable, but you get used to it quickly, Xavier's hand reaching around to grip your ass cheek in his large palm. He presses and moulds the roundness there, pressing and pulling you back until you're rocking against him, slower than your usual pace, though you allow him to set the rhythm. At this point you're just happy to finally be full of him, the thickness hitting you at exactly the right angle.
"So good," You murmur, breathless between quiet moans. Xavier knows your body so well, knows exactly where to touch or where to bite that gets you clenching good and tight around his cock, and he does just that, raking his teeth along the skin of your breast as you ride him.
He seems lost in it for a moment, eyes fluttering against the sweet pull of your cunt with the delicious way you roll your hips against him. He throbs inside you, balls growing heavy far too fast for his liking, and so he reaches up, gripping your chin and forcing your eyes onto his own.
"Eyes on me, baby," He speaks, hoarse and wrecked as you clench on him once more, fixing that fucked-out gaze on him, "Keep those pretty eyes on me while you bounce on this cock,"
"Yes," You gasp, obeying immediately in a way that has Xavier reaching around once more to deliver a quick slap to your ass, wishing he had the strength to flip you over and fuck you from behind just so he could watch the way it ripples with each slap of his hips. He does it a few more times, knowing that the pain will drive you closer to your climax, and he's right from the way your cunt flutters around him.
The soft silence of the room is broken only by your scattered breaths and the creak of the sofa, your hips undulating, almost jerking as you grow closer to your orgasm. You reach down, pressing the flat of your fingers to your clit and rubbing in quick circles. The view of it has Xavier's balls tightening, his own release making itself known, "That's right, baby. Make yourself come, make a mess on it. Good girl,"
"Oh- oh god, fuck," You groan, movements stalling as that first delicious wave hits you, the persistent clench of your cunt hugging Xavier like a vice as he stops holding off. His eyes roll back just as you roll once more against him for good measure, his cum filling you up until it leaks from between you both, dribbling onto the sofa below.
Pushing his hair off his sweaty face, Xavier looks up at you with a satiated grin, "Sorry for making a mess," he leans forward and presses a long kiss to your parted lips, "worth it, though,"
When he leans back with a wince, you sigh, finally catching your breath and slapping him on the chest, "You're still in pain, I told you,"
"Hm," Is his only reply as he lays back, watching you pull yourself off his softening cock. The sight of his release leaking out of you is enough to get his blood pumping for round two, but he figures he won't be able to convince you a second time.
Instead, Xavier indulges you, allowing you play nurse. He watches with amusement as you fuss over him before getting the two of you cleaned up and into your bed with a movie and a hot, steaming pizza from the place down the street.
2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them
3) fully clothed x stark naked
4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)
5) body worshipping
6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)
7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)
8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck
9) revenge sex
10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them
11) quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials
12) fucking, but one is still trying to keep all of their attention on the game they are playing
13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor
14) library sex for those dark academia vibes
15) jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar
16) accidental i love you’s during sex
17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place
18) a/b/o
19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit
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