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The most surprising thing about Sylus is not his obscene wealth, not his secret soft spot for stray cats, not even the fact that he likes to walk his mechanical bird in the middle of the night.
No, it's his sex drive. Or rather, lack thereof.
At first, you chalked it up to him being respectful. Surely he just didn't want to seem too eager and overwhelm you. After all, he looks like that. He's practically walking sex on a stick. You're sure he knows it, just like you're sure he wants more.
But as months of you being the only initiator drags on, worry starts to find its' way in your mind. Did he not want to have sex with you at all? Was he only going along with it because you wanted to?
Maybe you just weren't good enough for him.
"Are you okay?" Sylus nudges you with his shoulder, the movie paused. You pull yourself from your racing mind, pressing your lips together. A part of you wants to lie and pretend nothing's the matter, but you're tired of feeling like this.
"I've just been wondering...you never seem to initiate sex. Am I not..." He cuts you off quickly.
"It's nothing to do with you. I suppose...sex is only one form of physical intimacy. I feel the same type of pleasure from your mere presence as I do when we have sex." He says it almost casually, while you stare at him in shock.
"So like...right now. You're as happy as you would be if I was naked on top of you?"
"Yes." He answers easily, while your jaw drops.
"Are you sure you're a human male?" Your question makes him smirk, leaning in until his nose nearly brushes yours.
thinking really hard about dawnbreaker zayne right now
i have this hc that when he appeared in the main story, he was so desperately afraid of hurting mc that he was purposely pushing her away to 'keep her safe'. and everytime mc would show him unconditional love and care, knowing full well he wasn't exactly her zayne, it hurt him even more because he also fell in love with this mc through dreaming of this specific au.
he so badly wants to love our mc, but that moment in EVER's lab was horrifying, it shook him to his core, thinking he's the reason why mc is unsafe around him. he blames himself each and everytime something doesn't go their way. but once they escaped—together no less—a part of him was relieved. that, if given the chance, mc can fight beside him.
idk i'm just going off of a tangent about why i really love dawnbreaker. maybe he's an acquired taste, but i really want a card where we just spend time with him and show him more care, to ease his worries, to let him know that he'll be loved, even if he's not our au's zayne 😭
He always called before coming, sometimes just to ask if you needed something from the store he was passing by.
So when you opened your door at 2 am and found him soaked in the rain, his sleep clothes drenched and water dripping from his hair onto your doormat—you stepped aside to let him in.
You didn't protest when his arms wrapped around you before you could reach for the light switch. He clung to your body like something was still trying to take you away from him.
It didn't take too long to understand why he was here at this hour of the night without even bothering to change into something else. "Another one of your nightmares?" you murmured into his shoulder.
He doesn't answer but you felt the way his hands pressed flat against your back and around your neck like he was checking your pulse, making sure you were breathing.
You let him again.
When he finally pulled back, the green of his eyes shone like emeralds behind tears. “I'm sorry-”
"Don't," you said.
You took his hand and led him further inside, sitting him down before getting a towel.
When you came back he was tracing the scars on his arms like each mark was a tale of your separations across different timelines he wanted to erase.
You sat down beside him, draping the towel over his head and shoulders. Then you took his palm in yours as you pressed a small kiss to his temple. "I'm here. I won't leave you."
He pressed his forehead to your joined hands. "I know you won't leave. I just needed these scars to know it too.”
a.n.: hi i'm back and i'm sorry i took a long time to even post again, i started focusing on comms and bsky 😭. but i came back cause >>this<< tiktok popped up and i thought it'd fit caleb to the T
cw: not proofread, nsfw, sub!caleb, use of the nickname "puppy" and "baby", cowgirl/riding, edging(?), he's a whimpering mess as he should be
tears were practically overflowing from his eyes with how long you two have been at it. his wrists felt sore with the way he tugged and pulled at his restraints that kept him from touching you, he was trembling at how sensitive he was underneath you, whimpering out your name in that familiar and desperate high pitched tone that spurs you on.
"please, baby... please, i can't take it anymore, please...!" he babbles on, those beautiful sunset purple eyes barely able to keep open as they meet yours, begging for mercy as you continued to ride him like there's no tomorrow.
he was beautiful like this, his slightly tanned skin covered in sweat, his pink, chapped lips constantly agaped as he panted like a dog, his wrists tied to the head of the bed, leaving him at your mercy. it made him look appetizing, so appetizing you could devour him right then and there.
wanting to tease him, your movements slowed to a turterous grind, your hands resting on caleb's chest as you leaned forward. "what was that, puppy?" your tone carried a certain degrading confidence to it despite you panting slightly, one that makes caleb's brain melt further, a whine escaping him as he was granted some form of mercy.
but just when he was about to tell you that he was close—which you already knew about—you gathered his wrists in your hands and pin it against the bed, using it for support as you lifted yourself before slamming back down, starting to ride him roughly once more. a half scream, half moan was forced out of caleb with his eyes closed tight as his climax hits him with the force of a truck, blinding and unexpected. his back arches beautifully with his head thrown back.
what a beautiful, broken man.
he spurts load after load into you, filling you until his seed oozes out of you while he's still inside. you continued to ride him of his worth until you, too, finish. making a mess around his cock, a satisfied moan leaving you. both of your releases soaking into the bedsheet below as caleb whines underneath you, feeling thoroughly used and in absolute bliss.
his vision was blarey when you checked in on him moments later. "caleb? you okay, puppy?" you lower yourself slowly onto him once you've untied his restraints, your hands cupping his cheeks to bring him back to you. he catches his breath a moment longer, his own trembling arms wrapping around your waist.
"yeah..." caleb answered with a tired smile, his eyes finally focusing back on you. "that was.. that was amazing, baby" his pupils were blown and filled with adoration, if he had a tail right now, he would be wagging it. a sigh of relief comes from you, happy that you hadn't gone too far this time. you're definitely going to have to do this again.
there's nothing more i ache for right now than zayne holding me tight and whispering comforting words into my hair, rocking the both of us back and forth as i sob in his arms
sometimes you just gotta have a good cry with your husband
bad boy werewolf caleb time! he promises he does his best to control his hunter instincts, please believe him!! please take off the muzzle, he won't bite… too hard!
it's justine bieb- uh- xavier's birthday week!! i hope that your pulls were successful and if you haven't pulled for him yet, i hope that he comes home early <333
i am shameless for using this as a reference for his pose 😂
deciding to enjoy the last of summer's warmth, Caleb and MC rented out a place all to themselves that had a pool for some well deserved one on one time 😘
also i'm goin feral over caleb's tan lines and chest hair shhdgbufhugv
You thought you had it all. Good grades, friends, the best boyfriend anyone could ever dream of! Turns out your existence was based on shallow relationships, and you had jumped in head first. A nasty breakup turned you into a pariah on campus — drowned by whispers and rumors isolating you from anything that could breathe. Thankfully there is someone who is capable of rising above pointless gossip and he doesn't mind being left breathless...
●●● Zayne x Reader (Xavier x Rafayel cameo)
●●● Read on ao3 ll Word count: 9.6k
●●● University au, friends to lovers, toxic ex, rumors, loneliness, mild angst, hurt/comfort, smut, virgin Zayne, oral (m receiving), piv, safe sex, MDNI
You know that expression about not putting all your eggs in one basket? Sounds silly, until it doesn’t. Too bad you put all your eggs in a basket named Viper and trusted him to ‘handle with care’. With a name like that you probably shouldn’t have been surprised when he tipped the basket, broke all the eggs and then ran them over with his motorcycle for good measure.
Excusing his behavior became second nature. Turns out you must have done a damn good job convincing yourself and everyone else that he was a good guy, because when you finally decided that you deserved better, everyone seemed to disagree.
Of course you’d told him about Xavier and Rafayel, your friends you hung out with every summer when visiting Whitesand Bay, and how happy you were when they announced their relationship! The happy news came with a bittersweet aftertaste when Viper decided to use them to ruin your reputation.
Suddenly ‘hanging out with Xavier and Rafayel over the summer’ turned into ‘she cheated on me with two guys’ as he essentially told anyone who’d listen to do their worst.
Too many years with Viper had resulted in a rather carefully curated circle of friends, all of them his obviously. If only you’d realized that sooner. You thought they’d grown into mutual friends over the years, but it turns out you had been steadily poisoned and it had severely clouded your judge of character.
So, now you were alone. Stuck at a college you chose to attend because he wanted you close. It wasn’t a bad place to study, but it did feel pretty shitty to be stuck here for another year surrounded by him and his minions.
Your only solace had become the quiet, aloof enigma that is Zayne Li. Shunned by your peers and banished to the front row in every auditorium, his perfectly tussled black hair and mesmerizing golden green eyes had become your only positive anchor — ironic considering he barely speaks and looks at you like he’s silently critiquing the shoddy state of your dry skin and dark under eyes.
Admittedly your self preservation skills had regressed quite drastically over the last months. At least he didn’t recoil when you inconspicuously moved your chosen seat closer and closer to his preferred one, not satisfied until there were only two empty seats between you.
Loneliness got the better of you and Zayne suffered for it. But when it feels like half of campus is calling you a slut behind your back (or directly to your face) the quiet boy judging your dark circles had, unbeknownst to him, become a safe haven.
“Are you satisfied now?”
“What?”
Zayne tilted slightly toward you, leaning across those two empty seats to whisper. Him being the one to start a conversation was so rare that the other early birds in the back row probably heard your surprised and slightly startled gasp.
“You’ve been playing musical chairs for the last two weeks. Have you finally found the seat with the best view?”
‘Well, from here it can look like I’m paying very close attention to the professor when in reality I’m secretly staring at your sharp jawline, perfectly curved nose and the way your lips move when you answer a question. So, yeah, best view.’
“Yeah, it’s at a great angle.” You smile, not entirely honest but nowhere near a lie.
“There is a draft a few seats over. You can move a bit closer if you like? I was going to suggest it last week, fearing you’d catch a cold if you chose to remain in that seat.”
“Oh, I’m ok.” Was that a flicker of disappointment on his face? “… Actually, it is a bit chilly over here. You don’t mind, do you?” You loosely gesture to the two seats in between you.
One empty, one holding his jacket and backpack.
He instantly picks up his belongings and moves them over to his right side before wiping the now empty chair with the back of his hand, inviting you into the seat closest to him.
You clumsily scoot across the narrow space, only slightly losing your balance when your right foot chose to betray your left. Apparently, Zayne thought this was another great opportunity to show off his chivalrousness as he gracefully steadied you with one hand on your waist and the other protectively cupping your knee, absorbing the inevitable impact.
A soft ‘hmpf’ rumbles in his throat and his brows constrict when your knee forces his knuckle into the edge of the wooden seat.
“Shit, Zayne. I’m so sorry!” You shout in a whisper, wide eyed and flustered.
“It’s fine. I assure you there is no need to apologize.” And then he smiles, almost. A slightly uncertain uptilt of one corner of his mouth that probably would not classify as a smile on most others. On him it was pure reassurance and comfort.
“Good thing class hasn’t started yet, I would have embarrassed us.” You mumble when your clumsy ass is finally seated.
Right on cue, several footsteps erupt from the back as students enter to ready themselves for the academic punishment of their midweek drinking. Loud groans and annoyed murmurs of headaches and mutual disdain for early mornings surrounds you both. You sink further and further into your seat when a few familiar voices announce their presence. A few of Viper’s closest, who somehow made it into this class. You were convinced he’d gotten a hold of your schedule and somehow ensured that at least one of his goons would be present for each class, just to remind you of your misery.
“Yo, slut! If you’re gonna taste frosty’s popsicle you need to go lower than that!” They laughed and high fived each other a few rows behind you, likely staying close enough to gauge your reaction. Not just yours though, Zayne’s too.
You did what you always do; swallow the tears before they get the satisfaction of seeing them drop. This time though, you were distracted by the sudden tension in the man next to you.
“… I’m sorry.”
“Its not your fault, you cannot be responsible for their lack of decorum.” He tried to offer you another reassuring smile, and although it was highly appreciated, it was admittedly slightly less effective now than earlier.
His hands flex and fist under the desk, the soreness lingering on his knuckles from helping you increasing and decreasing with his movements. A welcomed distraction from the lewd comments spewing from the foul mouths of lesser organisms.
“Why do they call you that?” Zayne asked when the two of you entered the courtyard after class, both desperate for fresh air.
‘Slut…’
“Because my ex didn’t like that I left him so he told everyone I cheated on him.” You answered truthfully, fully aware that this might be the last conversation the two of you ever have if he chose to judge you as harshly as everyone else. Something told you he wouldn’t…
“Did you?”
“No. But he used two friends of mine and the knowledge I’ve shared with him about them over the years to add some weight to his lies, guess they grew into something undeniable aided by the late summer sun.”
“Moron.”
“Me?”
“No, darling. Him of course. The vermin who clearly didn’t treat you the way he should have.”
The midday sun reflected in his eyes amplifying the gold behind his silver rimmed glasses. He wore a black shirt only rolled up once or twice around his forearms, clearly less affected by the surprisingly high temperatures of early autumn than yourself. Or, perhaps it was the temperature of him that had yours rising.
‘Darling..?’
“Have you really not heard the rumors?” You hesitantly question.
“I keep to myself, most of the time.” He takes a breath as if to brace himself. “In case you didn’t notice, you’re not the only one with a nickname.”
‘Is he talking about slut or darling, cause I’d gladly be called darling again as long as you’re the one saying it, Zaynie.’
“I don’t think you’re cold, Zayne. Being quiet and shy doesn’t make you cold.”
“Thank you. Not a lot of people have tried to dispute that assumption.”
“Well, do you believe me? Or do I need to gather some more evidence? I’d gladly write a report on this.” You nudge his shoulder playfully with yours.
“I suppose some additional research might be necessary then. I hope you brought a coat, just in case your theory is disproven.”
‘He can joke. Warmth noted.’
Funnily enough, the jokes surrounding his supposed coldness became a great icebreaker. The seat next to his became your permanent spot in any class you shared. Ignoring the disgusting namecalling and degrading insults shouted in your direction became easier now that you weren’t alone to face them.
The library was fairly packed, not uncommon considering the time of year with end of term exams right around the corner. Most people maintained a library appropriate volume, but there was still the occasional loud ‘shh!’ needed.
Large floor to ceiling windows framed the courtyard as it shed the last memories of autumn. Only a few shriveled up brown leaves stubbornly clung to the trees before succumbing to the crisp breeze. Snow had yet to kiss the ground, but it was close. You could almost feel it in the air.
Having a study buddy was something you had missed greatly, and honestly, there was no better one than Zayne. He had complete control over every topic in every subject and patiently aided you along that same path. Borrowing his techniques proved to be ridiculously helpful and you were nailing every single quiz and assignment, which made you worry – what if he doesn’t feel as good anymore, now that your control has improved so greatly?
“Zayne, can you explain this one again?” You pout, pointing to a theory you’re already familiar with. He looks at you with a slightly puzzled expression and you instantly feel small.
You’re not used to feeling small with Zayne, not like this…
“You know this one, I know you do. Don’t doubt yourself, darling.” You blink at him, dumbfounded and confused. Did he not want you to make him feel accomplished?. He takes note of your suddenly quite timid expression and takes your hand in his. “What is the matter?”
“I… I just thought… Maybe you liked helping me.”
“I do. But that doesn’t mean I want you to pretend to not understand something.”
You’re quiet. Unsure of what move to make next. Is he testing you? Is he saying this to see if you’ll relent before he launches an attack of unpleasantries for making him seem inferior? That doesn’t seem like something Zayne would do… It reeks of Viper.
“I… Sorry, I won’t do it again.” You don’t dare face him, keeping your gaze low and fixed on how his thumb moves along the back of your hand.
“Why do you feel the need to apologize so often?” He leans in closer, trying to catch your eyes that refuse to find his.
You shrug, ashamed of the realization that perhaps Viper being your only experience with a man has skewed your view on the rest of them. Another lasting imprint he left behind…
A familiar voice snaps you out of your internal pity party causing you to immediately retract your hand from Zayne’s warm grasp and scan the room for the source. Zayne doesn’t say anything yet, although he has questions. Some of them will be answered soon enough.
“Well, well, well, fancy ssseeing you here misssy.” Viper’s sharp tongue trickles down the back of your neck before one of his hands plants itself on the desk next to you, caging you in. “How are thingsss?”
“Fine.” You mumble through gritted teeth.
“Just fine, huh? Ssso, I’m guessing you’re still pining for me then? Don’t worry, I can improve that ‘fine’ for you very easssily.” His breath is warm against your neck, all smoke and gasoline with a hint of alcohol.
You freeze, fear and anger muddled together into an unbearable mixture only intensified by the memories associated with his stench. He hasn’t touched you, yet, but you know his hand is itching to reclaim what was once his.
Then you feel it; his cold knuckles gliding along your arm against your jaw. “What do you say, misssy. Wanna make me feel good?”
“I think we’re done here.” Zayn suddenly rises to his feet, pushing his chair back with so much force it almost gets knocked over.
You’d almost forgotten he was there, trapped by the pressure of your past literally breathing down your neck. You turn to face him, away from Viper, shocked and indescribably thankful for his presence.
“Frosssty! Didn’t see you there.” Viper says nonchalantly, earning a few sly laughs from whoever he brought along as an audience. “I hope she’s paying you enough for thisss, that head of hers isssn’t really built to retain information.”
“I –” Zayne says, before being rudely cut off.
“Unlesss, she’s paying you in her own ssspecial way. That mouth of hers was only ever good for one thing.” His venomous words slither their way into your insecurities. You bite your lip, too hard, but it can’t contain the tears that silently begin to trickle down your cheeks.
“We’re leaving.” Zayne says, ignoring Viper completely as he begins packing up both your things. You nod, a barely noticeable movement, but it does not aid you out of your chair as Viper still looms close by.
Zayne slings his backpack over his shoulders and carries yours in his right hand whilst offering you his left. Even with your back facing him, you know Viper’s gaze is fixed upon Zayne’s hand ready to spew more unwelcome commentary whether you accept Zayne’s help or not. You take his hand as it seems your shaky legs wouldn’t have let you leave the library without his help.
“Yeah! You take that slut home, frosty!” Viper shouts, unable to hide the anger of seeing your hand in someone else’s.
His loud outburst draws attention to your departure causing several eyes to follow your hurried steps toward the door. When the door to the library slams shut behind you, a series of strangled breaths finally find their way out of your lungs.
“I swear I’m not usually like this. I-I’m not some damsel, and I’m definitely not pining for him or anything like that.” You’re furious. Not just at Viper, but at yourself for not having a more proactive response to his antagonizing.
“Did I overstep by speaking up?” Zayne crouches down a little bit, but keeps his body at a safe distance.
“No, no, that’s not what I mean. Thank you for that. I just…” You begin before taking a moment to contemplate further admitting to vulnerability. “ …He broke something in me.”
“I know. I’ll fix it.” He says confidently and without hesitation.
“What?”
“If you’ll let me, I want to fix whatever he broke.” There is a sense of softness to his gaze, an almost vulnerable side you haven’t seen in him before.
You don’t speak, too stunned by this new side to him. Was that a confession? Does he feel something for you too? That crush you had kept hidden for the last few months, too scared of the idea of having to face rejection from your only remaining friend on campus, now roared with hope inside you.
Reaching forward you wrap your arms around his shoulders and bury your face in the crook of his neck, mumbling a ‘thank you’ into his hair.
He lets out a sigh of relief and wraps his free hand around your back. You can’t see his smile, but you can feel how his nose nuzzles against you and the warmth of his breath on your skin. Surely he wouldn’t do that as an innocent friendly gesture, right? It has to be something more.
“As the first step of your recovery plan, I suggest getting you out of here.”
You release him from your embrace so that he can see your smile of approval. He offers you his hand again, but this time it’s not to help keep you steady. This time his slightly more timid hand holds more emotion rather than urgency. You happily take it and supply whatever confidence he lost along the way through the firmness of your grasp.
“What?! Cutie, why didn’t you say anything?” Rafayel exclaims from his spot on the couch, legs lazily resting over Xavier’s lap.
The fire was warm and necessary with the bite of winter just outside the walls. Whitesand Bay looked so different during the coldest months. All grey and wet, but still safe and like home. Xavier and Rafayel had wanted to rent a place right after Christmas, eager to meet your new, mysterious boyfriend.
“I didn’t want you to feel bad for being used in Viper’s plot to get back at me for leaving him. I also wasn’t in the mood for any smug ‘I told you so’s –” You glance at Rafayel, who simply rolls his eyes. “ – and a campus murder would probably have inconvenienced my last year.” This time your gaze lands firmly on Xavier’s very innocent silence.
“Murder would be too kind.” He says calmly, before flashing you a gentle smile.
“What about you, Zayne? Did you plot Viper’s murder when you found out about all the shit he put her through?” Rafayel asks as he takes a languid sip of his drink.
“I must admit I didn’t develop any murderous tendencies, but I did contemplate physical violence and restraining myself has been difficult at times.”
You flick your head up at him from your position at his side with his arm securely wrapped around you.This man had shown so much physical restraint through the last four weeks that the two of you hadn’t even moved past cuddles and handholding. He had expressed a desire to take things slow, which you accepted. Both of you were determined to make it through the semester with top marks and although you spent almost every waking moment together reading and rereading the necessary material, nothing happened. Eventually you ached so badly for his hands and lips on you that the lack of his touch became distracting. But getting physical with Viper, that he had time to think about…
“Really?” You raise one eyebrow at him, almost feeling something akin to jealousy that he had struggled to restrain himself with Viper but you were still a victim to his impressive selfcontrol.
“Yes. Recent events have caused my focus and priorities to shift slightly, it seems my wavering restraint is a consequence I did not quite anticipate.” He gazes down at you and subconsciously tightens his hold on you as he whispers “It’s getting harder to resist my more primal urges.”
A warmth instantly spreads across your chest, steadily surging with the increased thrum of your heart.
Rafayel and Xavier glance at each other knowingly before downing whatever was left of their drinks.
“Ugh, get a room.” Rafayel smirks, instantly drawing yours and Zayne’s attention.
That smugness quickly disappears when Xavier suddenly pounces at him, kissing him with a feral hunger leaving the purple haired man breathless.
“Who’s getting a room?” Xavier mumbles against Rafayel’s lips.
“Me… And… You.” He mumbles back, too lost in desire to form a complete sentence.
Zayne shifts uncomfortably next to you, lightly clearing his throat and pulling at his collar. A sweet tinge of pink along the tips of his ears matches your own response to the very physical public display of affection on the couch parallel to yours.
Xavier pulls Rafayel along toward the stairs. Xavier winks at you before the two of them disappear around the corner followed by a stampede of hurried steps up the stairs.
“Night, cutie!” Rafayel shouts in the distance before a door slams and the faint tick of a lock echoes in the empty hallway.
Neither of you speak for a while, unsure of how to appropriately proceed. You could only hope that his mind was traveling down the same path as your own, but considering he was the one to suggest going slow you wanted him to make the first move.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” He questions calmly.
“... No, not really.”
“Are you tired?”
“Are you?”
“A little.” And with that your heart sinks, giving up hope of finally crossing that line with him.
You got ready for bed next to each other, not together. This new unwanted distance that suddenly appeared made you worry that seeing Xavier and Rafayel like that had somehow made him uncomfortable. Perhaps he was scared of intimacy? Maybe he simply didn’t enjoy sex?
Exiting the bathroom, you find Zayne propped up on the bed with a book in his hands. The room is dark apart from the warm glow of the lamp on his nightstand. He’s wearing those silly snowman pajamas you got him for Christmas and you can’t help but smile at the sight.
You’re about to open your mouth to speak when the very recognizable sounds from the room next door slowly seep through the walls. Zayne pinches the bridge of his nose before placing both the book and his glasses on the nightstand. Worried he’s annoyed and inconvenienced by your shameless friends, you say the only thing you can think of in the moment.
“I’m sorry.”
“Darling…” He warns “We’ve talked about this. You do not need to apologize, you’ve done nothing wrong.”
‘At least I’m still worthy of being called darling, that’s good to know…’
“I brought you here. They’re my friends. It sort of feels like your discontent is my fault.” You carefully climb onto the bed, sitting upright at a safe distance away from him.
“Discontent?” He questions.
You nod hesitantly, worried you might have misjudged his feelings. The faint sounds of Xavier and Rafayel fills the space between you further adding to your creeping arousal.
“I –” He pauses to clear his throat “ – I envy their bold displays of affection.”
“Oh?”
“Mhm. I have wanted to explore the more physical aspects that often come with being in a secure relationship for quite some time now, but I find myself held back by… Incexperience.” He speaks so clinically that you don’t fully grasp the meaning of his words right away.
“You mean you haven’t..? Zayne, are you a virgin?” You question, unable to hide your disbelief and surprise at his confession.
A particularly loud moan from beyond the wall causes Zayne to fully sit up on the bed and run a frustrated hand through his hair. His silence paired with increased restlessness makes you assume your assumption was correct.
You scoot closer, still maintaining enough distance so that he can pull away if he wants to, and gently cup his cheek in your hand. He leans into your touch, like he always does.
“You look ridiculous.” You whisper with a soft laugh, referring to his pajamas.
“This outfit is a consequence of your own actions, Darling. You should never have given it to me if you couldn’t handle it.” A barely there smirk plays on his lips as leans forward, slowly decreasing the distance between you. “But I suppose if this is too much for you, I’ll be forced to take it off.”
His right hand wraps behind your lower back as both of yours find their way to the nape of his neck. Your eyes flicker from his lips and back up to those enigmatic eyes of his that never fail to leave you breathless. The dim but warm lighting in the room makes the green much deeper and the gold even richer.
Finally your lips find his. A quiet and almost hesitant hunger is slowly satiated as your lips move against each other. His timid hands tenderly caress your waist, desperate to pull you closer but hesitating to do so.
Another moment passes before the long awaited kiss has to break in favor of your need for oxygen. You don’t move far, still craving closeness, and rest your forehead against his. Your fingers tangle in the black strands at his nape where you gently run them along his scalp. Zayne exhales deeply at the comforting gesture as he silently praises your continued patience.
Now it becomes so very clear to him that always focusing on his education and never indulging in matters of the heart has paid off in more ways than just good grades and scholarships — ‘That was one hell of a first kiss…’
Then he is immediately struck with a sense of worry; you are far too important for him to use as practice. Mutual exploration of lust and desire was one thing, the fact that the physicality of intercorse remained foreign to him felt like showing up for a final exam without any preparation. No, this was much worse…
This involved emotions, powerful and bold emotions that he had not yet been brave enough to share with you or himself. To make matters worse, he’d be naked… And so would you.
“Zayne? Where did you disappear to just now?” The calming sound of your whispers slows his exhilarated heartrate to a more manageable pace.
“I apologize, I —”
“Nuh uh, no unwarranted apologies, remember?” You tease before leaning back in for another kiss.
Zayne melts instantly. The familiar physical reactions of arousal clouding his mind and hiding anything that exists beyond the feeling of your hands and lips on him. He should have talked about this with you earlier, hiding it was immature and unnecessary. There wasn’t even a particular reason as to why the information hadn’t been shared, it simply hadn’t come up. It wasn’t until this trip was suggested that Zayne thought something might happen but by that point he had worked up far too many nerves. For once in his life he decided to attempt spontaneity – live life in the moment and not plan ahead for something that should happen naturally and not forced onto a list with checkpoints. He wanted this, desperately.
Boldened by his desires, Zayne drags his warm hands down to cup your rear. He enjoys feeling the supple flesh with a firm squeeze before using his strong grip to maneuver you into his lap, straddling him.
There is no more hiding now as this new position presses his erection firmly against your core. Each kiss leaves you more breathless than the previous and the rapidly increasing confidence Zayne displays only makes you want more. But this isn’t about you, this is about him. It will be his choice to decide how far he wants to take this.
“Zayne…” You whisper against his lips. “We don’t have to do anything. Only whatever you want to do.”
“I want you.” He says as his fingers trace along the hem of your pajamas.
“How much of me?” Suddenly feeling shy, you frame the question as innocently as possible.
"You have no idea how badly I wish I was buried inside of you, darling."
Then his lips are back on yours and his hands tangle further into your pajama top. Sensing his hesitation, or perhaps your own impatience, you place your hands over his to guide the material over your head. It lands in a lump next to the bed, sad and lonely for only a moment before Zayne’s ridiculous snowman covered button up joins it.
He pauses. Not in hesitation, not regret or discomfort. His eyes take in the sight of your bare chest and flushed cheeks in utter amazement and adoration. The stillness only lasts for a moment, then he leans forward dragging languid kisses along your exposed chest. His hands wander up your ribs, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin, before joining his lips in their exploration of your soft mounds. The way his fingers gently skim the underside of your boob before firmly massaging the flesh has your entire body trembling. The weight of his undivided attention unlike anything you have ever experienced, unlike anything you thought you’d ever deserve.
A tentative lick followed by a shuddering exhale to your sensitive nipple sends movement through your whole body and your hips pressing further into his with a sudden grind.
“Did you like that?” He mumbles against your chest, accompanied by a deep growl when your hips move again. “F-fuck…”
He doesn’t wait for a verbal response, too lost in lust and the long suppressed ache to have you. One arm wraps around your back pulling you even closer whilst the other attends to the nipple that isn’t currently being cared for by his mouth. He rolls the sensitive nub between his fingers and flicks his tongue against the other. Kissing, sucking and gently scraping his teeth before soothing the sting with a tentative lap of his tongue.
Never did you imagine intimacy could feel like this. Giving a piece of your body to someone else has never made you feel safe and whole – and you’re not even naked yet. Your head falls back as a string of strained whimpers roll off your tongue. Fingers loosely tangled in his hair tense up in desperation eager for more. More skin, more closeness, more him.
“Zayne…” You stutter as you reluctantly pull him away from your chest. You can’t help but smile when his immediate reaction is to chase after your nipples, groaning at the unwanted distance.
“Why..?” He hums disapprovingly between the new onslaught of kisses. Then he pauses to rest his cheek against the soft flesh, lingering close enough to hear your increased heartbeat. “You like it, no?”
“Oh, believe me, Zayne, I do.” He moans softly when you tilt his head up with your grip on his hair and you immediately catalogue that reaction for future use.
His hands reluctantly slip away as you shift out of his lap. It looks like he’s about to trail after you, but he freezes at the edge of the bed when your fingers curl around the waistband of your pajamas and panties. Wide and hungry eyes glue to the material as it drops to the floor pooling around your ankles before they slowly crawl back up your naked form. Gold and emerald working their way through every scar, freckle and curve that make up your body. Everything will be committed to memory and cherished like no one but him will be able to. No one else will have you like this. Only him.
He gulps before finding your eyes again. “You’re beautiful.” He says. “...You’re mine.”
You close the distance, smiling at his gentle claim. “I’m yours. And you’re mine.”
He returns your smile with one of his own, filled with something akin to relief and pride. Gentle but confident hands roam your body, tracing every part he can reach from where you’re standing in between his legs.
There is a shift, a sudden tension that arises in him when you slowly drop to your knees. You notice, of course, and instantly pause.
“Do you not want this?” You question carefully, keeping your hands to yourself for now.
“I… Yes, but do you want to?” The response throws you off guard because you realize it was never really an option before. This was always expected and you performed accordingly. It had never been a choice before, but with Zayne there was always a choice. Not a transaction or expectation but because he cares, notices and appreciates you and your comfort.
You know what you want; you want to please him. Not because he expects it, cause he doesn’t, but because you want to make him feel good.
“I want to.”
He nods, slowly, before lifting his hips slightly to pull down his pajama pants and boxers. Now it is your turn to be utterly mesmerised by his body. Toned and chiseled, and large.
His chest rises and falls with shallow breaths rippling down his abs. His hard cock, aching and eager, stands proudly before you awaiting your touch. If he were any other man you would be intimidated. But this is your Zayne, and even in this rather vulnerable position you feel completely safe.
You start slowly, pressing soft kisses on his inner thighs, occasionally glancing up at him to gauge his expression. His eyes are closed and his brows furrowed; he’s tense. You don’t want him to be tense, you want him to enjoy this and relax under your touch.
“Hmm…” You murmur between kisses.
“What?” Finally he dares open his eyes and find yours. His brows soften slightly too.
“I kinda miss the snowmen now, they were cute.” You smile innocently and he huffs out a laugh. With a shake of his head at your silliness, the strained tension dissipates.
“You’re just as ridiculous as the snowmen, you will fill their absence with ease.”
A careful hand moves to grasp the base of his cock while you slowly move your kisses from his thighs to his firm length. You can hear his breath tremble above you. Glancing up at him you find his darkened eyes already fixed upon you. It's like he finally realized that this is not something he wants to miss out on due to unnecessary insecurities surrounding his own inexperience, this is a moment to be savored.
The first long swipe of your tongue is enough for his hips to shift forward ever so slightly, you repeat the action and his body responds the same. The third time you hear him groan loudly above you, laced with impatience.
“I may be lacking experience, but I assure you I am a quick learner –” You cut him off with another swipe, this time ending it with your lips parting slightly to kiss his tip. “ – Fuck, darling! Hmpf… I’ll remember this moment and figure out the best way to reward your… patience…”
“Oh? Is that a promise?” You tease, blinking up at him with innocent eyes.
“Yes, that’s a promise.” His voice rumbles, deep and hungry, spreading through you like lightning from a clear sky landing deep inside you.
Your breath hitches and your skin burns fiercely. A fire he is in complete control of, because you want him to control it. Because he gave you the choice and you willingly offered him every part of you.
Parting your lips again you slowly engulf him with your warmth. You hollow your cheeks, sucking and swirling your tongue interchangeably, peeking up at him to figure out which movements seem to please him the most. His hand twists into your hair, not to control or push, simply to anchor himself before he gets lost in pleasure.
Increasingly trembling breaths fill the room along with strangled moans and a string of curses. The tenseness slowly returning to the muscles in his thighs and the desperation in his hand still tangled in your hair further evidence his impending climax. The second you saw the size of him, you knew you wouldn’t be able to take everything. But the obvious pleasure you’re able to provide urges you to attempt another inch.
“Oh! Darling, I-ah. I’m…” But then he pulls you away, halting his own orgasm. You frown and find yourself chasing after him, like he did your chest earlier.
“Why?” You mimic his previous question with a little pout.
“Although I would very, very much like a repeat of this experience in the future, I would like to have a few more new experiences first.” He says flicking your pouty bottom lip.
He takes your hands in his and guides you both back onto the bed, settling on his side next to you.
“What would you like to experience first?” There is a teasing smile playing on your lips, not to mock or make him feel insecure, but just enough to make him squirm a little.
A calloused finger traces a line from your belly button down to where you need him the most. He remains quiet, but his actions make it obvious to assume what he wishes to explore next. He pauses, just above your slit, either awaiting your approval or he’s already planning to fulfill the promise he made earlier.
Unwilling to let him contemplate teasing you like you did him, you grab his hand and guide it further down. Unsurprisingly he knows exactly where he should touch and your clit is instantly located and tended to by his precise fingers. You sigh deeply, relaxing into the mattress succumbing to his caring touch.
“Is this alright?” He asks smugly as he plants lazy kisses along your neck and shoulder, never ceasing the thorough movements of his fingers. You mumble contently and feel his smirk against your skin, far too satisfied with himself for your liking. Wasn’t he supposed to be inexperienced? Not that you’re surprised he’s already excelling at this too, because of course he would.
His fingers venture lower until one of them slips inside your entrance, eagerly exploring the warm softness with meticulous movements and a steady rhythm. His warm breath on the side of your neck in combination with the continuous stream of kisses and soft nibbles makes you extra sensitive to his skilled fingers. The tension in building much too soon, surprising you with its sudden force.
“Z-Zayne!” You shout breathlessly as your hips jerk forward to meet his hand and your orgasm overtakes you.
The warm kisses and occasional little bites covering your neck don’t cease their generous affection. Your heavy breathing slowly settles, aided by his hand caressing your hip.
“You call that inexperience?” You chuckle, still a bit winded. His ears go bright red giving him an unfathomable wash of innocence again. “If this is ‘inexperienced Zayne’ I’m almost afraid of what ‘experienced Zayne’ will be like?”
“Well, experienced Zayne might try to ensure the night doesn’t begin in snowman pajamas.”
“But what if I find the snowman pajamas really attractive?”
“Then I suppose I’ll never take them off.”
“I would prefer if you eventually took them off.”
“Oh? Why is that?” Although his ears still maintain some of that flush of innocence, his gaze screams desire and eagerness.
You roll your eyes at him and tug at him to move his body over yours. With his long limbs he stretches a hand toward the nightstand. When the hand re-emerges with a condom clutched between its fingers, you can’t help yourself and tease him for it.
“Hm, you were that certain you’d get lucky on this trip?”
“I’ll admit, I was hopeful.” He answers your playful jab with a tone of sincerity and affection. “For a long time I didn’t really care to explore romantic relationships and that didn’t really change until you appeared in the front row and we started speaking. I had seen you around, obviously, but it was the way you spoke so controlled and eloquently clever that drew me in. It was like you had awoken a part of my brain that had remained dormant until then.”
A shuddered breath grazes your bottom lip, words to adequately respond to his heartfelt confession seeming foreign or completely unworthy of existence in his presence. You stare at him, almost gawking, before reaching to cup his cheeks in your hands. Your relationship had still been very new when you first realized how easily he melted under your touch, instantly turning his head into your warmth and placing a kiss to the palm of your hand.
“Thank you for wanting to shield me from that draft in the auditorium.” You smile, eyes shimmering softly with adoration.
“Thank you for letting me shield you.” And then his lips find yours again.
The kiss is still filled with aching want and unyielding trust, but there is also something even deeper in the way his tongue glides across yours and how his hands traces your body — a feeling you thought you were familiar with that Zayne had unknowingly, or perhaps with intention, changed your perspective on. To him though, it was brand new. The prospect of such an intense emotion had secretly been something he dreaded to experience, but with you he felt safe to welcome it with open arms.
“Zayne?” You mumble breathlessly.
“Yes, darling.”
“I… Need… You...”
He pulls back, almost reluctant to abandon your lips even with the excitement of what comes next. The condom is quickly unwrapped and rolled into his throbbing erection, flushed and impatiently awaiting its long overdue release.
With legs spread wide and tender hands roaming the hard panes of his torso, he positions himself and pushes in slowly. His eyes are glued to the sight of himself disappearing inside you, unable to tear themselves away from the fascinatingly enticing view.
Finally he had first hand experience in the field of physical intimacy. Not just the movements of two bodies coming together, but how it so heavily impacted his emotions too. You were in your most vulnerable state and had given yourself to him without any hesitation; not due to lack of self preservation skills, but because you felt safe to do so. Safe to allow a man back into your heart after it had been crushed at the hands of another. He wouldn’t do that to you, he’d make sure no one hurt you like that ever again. You were his, and he was yours.
“Please tell me if it hurts, darling.”
“It doesn’t. You’re wonderful, Zayne. Please keep going.” For the first time in your life it actually doesn’t hurt. Sure there was the initial sting, but pure pleasure washed that away almost instantly. Surprising considering the size of him.
‘Yet another realization that my previous relationship deviated from how a man should treat a romantic partner. Oh, he feels so damn good!’
"That's it, darling. Just a little bit more.” His eyes find yours for a moment before dipping to kiss you again. “Gods, you're such a good girl."
The new nickname has you keening, surprised at how strongly you respond to the praise.
“Oh, you feel so damn good.” He mumbles into your neck.
‘My thoughts exactly, Zaynie.’
His hips quickly find a steady rhythm, slightly slower than what you’d prefer but there would be time for that later. Right now you were elated just to have him like this, and whatever his preferred pace was would still please you beyond your dirtiest imagination.
Suddenly it hits you that you need him even closer, more skin and sweat and everything else. Your right hand makes it to the nape of his neck where you gently tug at the silky, black strands. Just like before, he practically growls in response. After locking your legs around his hips your left hand searches for his in need of another contact point. It almost saddens you for a moment when you realize it doesn’t really get much closer than this. Then, Zayne increases the speed at which he thrusts into you.
‘Perfect.’
“I need to hear you, darling. I need your voice.”
You instantly release a string of moans and whimpers you had unknowingly been holding back. Perhaps in some strange attempt to not distract from the beautiful serenity wrapping around you both.
“Oh! F-fuck… Don’t stop, please don’t stop, never stop!”
"Say my name." He whispers seductively. “Say my name. I need to hear it.”
“Ah! Zayne, fuck, Zaynie! You feel so good, you’re so good, Zayne.”
“Ooh-ah… Thank you, darling. You’re such a good girl. My good girl.”
Another orgasm is rapidly building with each thrust of his hips and every syllable that escapes his mouth. Your hands grip his tighter and your legs tremble and fall from their previously secure position around his waist.
“Zayne, I’m —”
“ — I’m gonna!”
You say in unison and terrible excuses of breathless laughter mixed with needy moans tickles your skin and his.
“Come with me, darling. Come… With… Me…” He kisses and thrusts and kisses and trusts until your head presses back into the pillows and your hips buck to meet his. You clench around him as your orgasm washes over you, each wave dragging him further into the deep with you until he finally gets his own release. After a few more stuttering thrusts, he falls forward and settles on top of you. Heavy and broad he practically leaves you breathless under his weight, but you don’t want him to move. Not now, not ever.
A few soft kisses find their way to your cheek and you gladly offer him some of your own in return. His eyes find yours and take in everything new; the light layer of perspiration on your forehead, a not so subtle tinge of pink stretching from your cheeks to your ears, lips so bright red and beautiful, with a few matching memories creeping up the side of your neck.
“Am I crushing you?” He asks.
“N-no, not at a-all.” You stutter, exposing your terrible attempt at a lie.
He narrows his eyes at you in mock disapproval before rolling onto his back with you tangled in his arms.
“Better?” You nod approvingly and settle against his chest. His heart beats in a steady rhythm against your cheek, soothing your own heart in its postorgasmic haze.
“Sooo? How are you feeling, Zayne?”
“You feel great…” His arms wrap around your bare back, squeezing a little as he hums contently.
“That’s not what I asked.” You lift your head off his chest to see him smirking with his eyes closed.
“… You… Feel… Great.” He repeats and leans forward to kiss your nose.
You poke his cheek a few times mumbling ‘silly dork’ against his chest after planting a few loving smooches on his warm skin.
“You are never leaving my arms, consider yourself trapped.”
“Oh no, what do I do now?” You reply sarcastically, nuzzling against his chest before settling there again.
“Thank you, for being patient with me.”
“Thank you, for trusting me with your first time.”
Zayne takes a moment to clear his throat before he blurts out “Is this a bad time to mention that this was also my first kiss?”
“What?” You stare at him wide eyed and slightly confused.
“… We should probably get cleaned up, yes?” He replies with playful avoidance.
True to his word, Zayne does not release you from his embrace, somehow managing to maneuver the both of you out of bed before guiding you backwards into the en-suite.
A shower of contradiction comes next. Soapy hands glide across your body sending bubbles cascading down from Zayne’s fingers to your chest and further down your limbs. By the time you finish your shower you have filled each other's minds with a new layer of filth that warm water cannot erase.
Turns out there are still a few more new experiences Zayne would like to have before this trip is over…
The next morning is rough. You wake up first, sore all over and nicely decorated in Zayne’s claims in the form of pretty, purple, kiss shaped bruises. He didn’t make it out of last nights escapades unscathed either as he too has a few kiss shaped marks on his pale skin.
Glancing over at his sleeping form still on the bed, the telling marks of your fingernails down his back brings forth the memories of your third orgasm. Or was it the fourth?
Just seeing the usually perfect, polished man who irons his socks and wears snowman pajamas in such a state after a night with you was enough to make your skin tingle. Even though this Christmas adventure with Xavier and Rafayel was coming to an end, there would be plenty more opportunities to see Zayne like this again.
Leaving the bed was hard, but you had to pee. It also seemed fair to make him breakfast after he had given you more orgasms in one night than you’d had the entire rest of the year.
After tiptoeing out into the hallway you softly shut the door behind you and turn toward the staircase. Before you take your second step you hear someone emerge from the bedroom next to yours.
“Did you sleep well?” Xavier asks once he catches up to you. Not much of an early bird, you're surprised to see him up before Raf and Zayne.
“Yes, very.” You smile. “How about you?”
“I barely slept at all.” He yawns exaggeratedly, giving you a knowing look and one of his famous little head tilts. “I think this place might be haunted. I heard bumping and moaning into the early hours of the morning. So when Rafayel tries to claim my tiredness as a consequence of his ‘insane tongue’, just know it wasn’t him – it was the ghosts.”
You blush profusely at his observation before he slings an arm over your shoulder, teasing you with a soft giggle.
“Are you happy? You seem happy.”
“Yeah, Xavie. I am happy. Are you?”
“Very.” He tucks you closer to his side and kisses your forehead as you make your way down the stairs toward the kitchen.
Time to see if Rafayel’s cooking skills have finally rubbed off on his blue eyed boyfriend…
The start of a new semester, yours and Zayne’s final one, brought a whole hoist of gatherings and get-togethers. Most of them you happily skipped. There was just this one event hosted by an acquaintance of Zayne where he felt obliged to attend.
Neither of you wanted to be there, but Zayne had assured you that he’d just say hello to Caleb and then you could head out. You hadn’t been to a party in so long, seeing as your social circle had promptly shunned you when Viper’s poisonous words spread like wildfire.
Caleb was actually a really nice guy who took the time to introduce you and Zayne to some friends of his. None of them seemed to know you or the rumors that haunted your every move which meant you got to just be you without fear of sudden attack. It was nice to just be you, even better with Zayne by your side.
Not really big on public displays of affection, Zayne kept his hands to himself mostly, save for a few instances where his warm palm lay flat on your lower back to guide you through a crowd.
Always warm, never cold. Safe and grounding.
You stayed much longer than you had planned until Zayne reluctantly reminded you that you both had class early in the morning. And so, you said your goodbyes and headed outside.
It was dark and wet, the pretty white snow had turned to dirty slush framing the roads. Now that you were outside and more private, Zayne wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close as you walked back toward your dorms. You relaxed against his side and even closed your eyes for a moment allowing him to guide you while you relished in his closeness.
At the sound of someone whistling close by your eyes snapped open searching for the source. Zayne did the same.
Then you saw him. Smug and disgusting, grinning like he was ready to ruin you again. Eager to break that part of you that Zayne offered to fix and had successfully been mending. Not that Viper knew that, although that secret might not be so secret for much longer.
“Hello, misssy. Long time no sssee.” He hisses, strolling up to your side as if he belongs there. Not too far behind him his closest group of friends linger, clearly eager for a show.
You want to scream at him, get back at him for all he’s put you through and all the damage he did. But you don’t, because you know your attention is exactly what he wants.
“Don’t you misss the fun we used to have, I’m willing to forgive you, you know?” His speech is slurred and his horrid alcohol laden breath suffocates you.
"You might want to consider heading home. You have clearly had far too much to drink." Zayne interjects.
"Let me and my girl have a moment. Thisss conversssation doesn't involve you, frosssty. "
How could he call you that, after everything he's put you through the last few months? How dare he! Your blood was boiling, not only does this idiot keep disrespecting you, but Zayne is being dragged through the mud along with you. Fuck...
Preparing yourself for a public outburst that probably would only further fuel their twisted impression of you, you take a deep breath and prepare for battle. Only, someone beats you to it.
"I don't think it should be necessary for me to remind you that she is not 'your girl' any more, she has not been for a long time. You lost your right to call her that when you decided that her rejection warranted spreading nasty rumors to up your own status without her to make you look good any more." His voice was a controlled weapon, stern and precise unlike anything you've heard before.
You knew Zayne's scolding would not be enough to get Viper to back down, this idiot who somehow convinced you he was perfection incarnate cared little for powerful words and intimidating stares.
"Oh, yeah? You jealousss, frosssty? Do you wish it was you who got to pound into her every other night? That is was your dick ssshowed down her throat, your name on her lipsss when she came?" Viper scoffed, his eyes flickering between you and Zayne, sizing you both up as if to judge the idea of the two of you engaging in such activities. You shuddered at the memories of being intimate with Viper, just the thought made your stomach uneasy. "Ha! Pathetic, really. The virgin and the slut, a likely ssstory."
Zayne took two steps forward, keeping a hand on your arm to ensure you stayed behind him. If looks could kill, Viper would have dropped dead in an instant. It seemed like something finally clicked inside his reptilian brain now that Zayne stood so close. Tall and broad with a deceptively calm exterior.
"I have no need for jealousy, I know exactly what she sounds like when properly pleasured."
"Aw, does she let you watch when she fucksss herself!" Viper's crew of delinquents burst out laughing, clearly not taking Zayne seriously.
You bit your lip, forcing yourself to remain quiet and not tempt Viper with more of your attention. Zayne still held your arm firmly, protectively, his thumb never ceasing its gentle caress.
"If you ever approach her again I —"
"What frosssty? You gonna throw a book at me?"
Then, his hand slipped from your arm as he took another step towards Viper's increasingly cowering figure. After spending so much time together, you had gotten to know Zayne pretty well. His routines, his favorite foods, all those little quirks and tells you only recognize when you really know someone. Yet, this was a side of him you had not gotten to familiarize yourself with.
A firm fist flies toward Viper's jaw with such force you could have sworn you heard bone breaking. The serpent tumbles to the ground with a hand on his face and fear in his eyes. You quickly scan the crowd to see if anyone is tempted to launch a counterattack, but it's like every one has been frozen in place.
"As I was saying — approach her again and I won't be so gentle." Zayne leans down slightly, ensuring he still has Viper's full attention. His voice remains as stern as before, although his volume increases slightly. Like this part of the conversation was one he wanted them all to hear. "She's mine."
The crowd murmurs, eyes flickering between you and Zayne, and Viper still on the ground. You step forward and lace your fingers with Zayne’s. Without even glancing at Viper you guide Zayne away from the ugliest piece of your past.
Safely away from everyone else, he pauses his long strides and turns to you. “I’m not like that, right?” His voice sounds surprisingly panicked.
“What do you mean, Zayne?”
“How he spoke about intimacy, I’m not –”
“Zayne! Believe me, you’re nothing like that. Having sex with him felt like a duty I had to fulfill because I was his girlfriend. Having sex with you, is…” For a moment you find yourself lost for words that could offer an accurate description of intimacy with Zayne. “Sex with you is right. It feels real and not like a performance to please someone else.”
He nods quickly before pulling you into his arms, one hand on the back of your head and the other around your back. You can feel his racing heart beating against your ear, clearly startled by the unpleasant interaction with Viper.
“Zayne… Thank you for standing up for me.”
“I know you’re not some damsel in distress waiting to be rescued, but I couldn’t just watch. I lost it, I’m sorry.”
Gazing up at his still slightly bewildered expression, you pull him down for a kiss. “I said ‘thank you’, don’t apologize for stepping in.”
“You don’t deserve any of that, darling. You deserve so much more.” He says, finally calming down with your soothing hands on his cheeks.
“I know I deserve more, you helped me realize that.”
“I…” He pauses, huffing out a laugh. “I think I love you.”
“You think?” Your brows furrow momentarily but your smile only grows along with his.
“No, I know… I love you.”
“I love you too, Zaynie.”
He pulls you close again as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. Suddenly your feet don’t touch the ground anymore as he hoists you up into his arms carrying you with ease.
No, you were never a damsel in distress, but Zayne was still your knight in shining armour…
AN: First time writing smut for Zayne and I made him a virgin, oops. Thanks for reading! Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! If anyone is interested in being added to the taglist, let me know!
I was cuddling with my mom and the moment she puts her hand on my head, I get so sleepy, it's like a switch.
Can you imagine reader still starting as a babysitter for the twins and she puts them on her lap and then they immediately fall asleep, and sylus is like
Hoe is u magical
soup let me just say i love your brain
this was one of those things that made sylus be like maybe marriage wouldn’t be too bad
he was sitting there for like three hours trying to get the twins to go to sleep. he’s tried the warm milk thing everyone talks about (its gross, why is that even a thing), he’s tried tiring them out with games, he’s tried boring them to sleep by reading old history books aloud, he’s even sang them a few lullabies.
their energy is unmatched, though, so he was very unsuccessful. while he’s mid-hypnosis video tutorial, reader strolls in and just starts stroking their hair or something and theyre out like a light
sylus is now drafting up multiple contracts so that she never leaves
a.n.: 4am writing let's gooo. had thoughts about Caleb's bad sleeping habits, i feel very emotional about this man lol
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Caleb is the type to have a bad habit of fighting off sleep. it's a learned habit ever since high school when he fully realized he cared for MC more than he thought he did. at first, he'd stay up late to finish all his homework within one night just so he could spend the remaining hours of the day helping MC with her own homework, or maybe just playing video games together in their free time
then when he became a DAA pilot, MC sometimes can't sleep at night so she'd call up Caleb just for her to fall asleep to the sound of his voice, only then does he let himself doze off
but everything changed when he got enlisted into the Farspace Fleet. throughout climbing the ranks at the speed that he did, people who aimed to sabotage Caleb's promotions were everywhere and at every corner. they were envious of EVER's favoritism over him, other people in power sneered at him while his colleagues who still hasn't had chips implanted into then hated his very existence
Caleb faced countless assassination attempts within a year, at least 2 a month and it's somewhat consistent. thus leading to the man to be on high alert all the time within the fleet, the very people he commanded loathed his fast succession towards claiming the title Colonel
and so when he's with MC, he knows to himself he has a target painted clearly on his back and if they get close enough to him, he fears that they'll realize who MC truly is. even though he now lies holding his sleeping childhood friend turned lover, Caleb's eyes and mind refuse to let him rest, not until absolute exhaustion takes over him yet again
