#azure's notebook

[azure-nevermore]

thinking about lord dilf zayne again. you're promised in marriage to his son, but your eyes can't help wandering to his father. your husband treats you horribly, but his father is kind and gentle. you can't stop yourself from falling in love with lord li.

when your husband dies young, lord li comes to you with a proposition. why not marry him? he's without an heir now, after all, and a young woman like you should have no problem concieving. you accept in a heartbeat.

and, well, if the sex is the best you've ever had, and you find out he's been in love with you ever since he laid eyes on you, no one needs to know.

[azure-nevermore]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

𝐳𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (18+ content ahead!!!) || explicit sexual content, arranged marriage AU, extremely dubious consent, age gaps, brief allusions to abuse and religious trauma, aphrodisiacs, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄: 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐓

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: please note that this fic contains potentially triggering topics such as dubious consent and non-consensual drug usage. check the tags and read at your own risk.

𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜-𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚘𝟹 | 𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

Lord Zayne Li prided himself on his self-control.

Twenty years of defending his country's northern borders against all sorts of threats certainly instills a sense of strictness with oneself. Time training as a priest under the Church of Astra in his youth would turn even the most aloof man into someone principled. He had known far too much loss to let it slip. Only once, during his young adulthood, had that control ever slipped. He was forty years of age now, far too hardened by life to lose control.

But, as he cast a glance towards you, he felt that control loosen around the edges for the second time in his life.

Nearly a year ago, he had recieved a letter from House Xia in the southern regions. Lord Xia had written to request that Zayne take his daughter, freshly inducted into adulthood, as his wife, in exchange for the financial support that House Li could offer the struggling family. An unusual request, to be certain, further compounded by the fact that Zayne Li was practically notorious for having never taken so much as a lover, let alone a wife. (This was, as most rumors are, untrue, but society did not need to be privy to his personal, long-past failings.)

He had his reservations about forging a connection with House Xia. Lord Xia and Lady Xia were well-known for being serial gamblers, squandering the family fortune ammassed by the former Lord Xia and managing to lose most of the family's trade contracts overseas. To make things worse, the current Lady Xia was a former courtesan, having been a long-term affair of Lord Xia's while his former wife and son were left neglected. Luckily for Lord Xia, his first wife died young, leaving him free to marry his second wife and have another child with her; a daughter, this time. You. Caleb Xia, the heir, had at least made a respectable man out of himself, earning a knighthood and a place for himself among His Majesty's most trusted generals. Not bad at all.

Of course, there was very little information available on you, the youngest child that Lord and Lady Xia had seemingly forgotten to introduce to polite society until this moment. How convenient for him.

He left that first letter unanswered.

A second letter arrived some time later, this time with better terms. Lord Xia's daughter, and control of the ports of the city of Skyhaven, a sunny place situated along the coast with easy access to other countries. One of House Xia's only remaining assets.

Snowcrest, House Li's seat, had always had a supply problem. It was situated deep in the Arctic, and the snowy conditions made it difficult to ensure that supplies could get to the remote city. There was a port, of course, but most ports refused to let ships sail there due to the icy nature of the waters of Snowcrest Bay. If Zayne could control Skyhaven's port, then he could, essentially, force supply ships to sail for Snowcrest. That would be, to put it lightly, a lifesaver for the soldiers stationed along the border.

With some hesitation, he accepted. (He couldn't imagine how Sir Xia felt about a random Northern man being handed some of his birthright, but it wasn't his problem, he supposed.)

He realized just how bad House Xia's financial situation was when he recieved Lord Xia's reply. A father should, at the very least, be able to provide his daughter with a suitable dowry—if not money, then clothes, jewels, assets, and so on. However, Lord Xia was asking that Zayne send money for his daughter's wedding dress. Appalling. He sent fabric instead, bolts of cream-colored silk woven in Snowcrest and envied by even the richest Southern nobles. While Snowcrest might not have been the ideal new home for a bride, at least the women who married into House Li would be well provided for. His own mother was when she married his father, at least.

Letters were exchanged, back and forth, over the course of the following months. Zayne requested that the ceremony take place in Snowcrest, as he couldn't afford to leave the border for too long, and Lord Xia accepted, probably too embarrassed at the state of his own estate to let Zayne see. More money was exchanged (House Xia was lucky that House Li had more money through His Majesty's gratitude for Zayne than Zayne could ever spend by himself), and Zayne finally learned something about his soon-to-be bride.

She was young. Barely two years into adulthood. Half his age. Lord Xia had been too busy prattling on about him and his wife's desperate condition to bother mentioning anything about his daughter.

This was concerning. For one thing, Zayne didn't hold much interest in people his own age, let alone someone so young. He was just starting his border defense career by then. He also had no idea what young women liked these days—pretty dresses? Jewels? How was he supposed to keep her happy, entertained, not miserable?

Naturally, he formulated a plan. He wasn't going to lay a finger on his new bride. Of course, he'd do everything he could to keep her comfortable. If she wanted to take a lover her own age, he'd look the other way. There was no way that she'd hold any sort of attraction towards him, and he didn't think he could love another again, so this felt like the rational course of action.

And so, he signed the final contract, getting ready to welcome you into his home.

Your dress was heavy.

The silk was pretty, and you were grateful that Lord Li had sent it at all (you were seriously getting worried that Mother and Father wouldn't be able to have a dress made), but holy Astra, it was thick and a little too warm to be comfortable.

You cast yet another glace at your fiancé—well, almost your husband, now. As much as you weren't happy (understatement of the century) about getting married to a man you barely knew, at least he was handsome. Dark hair, rich green eyes and a very nice nose. You could get used to this view.

To your surprise, he looked over at you, your gazes connecting for a split second before you looked away, suddenly nervous again. He let out a soft exhale beside you, barely audible over the droning of the priest in front of you.

Internally, you started to wish that the priest would just hurry up already. All of his talking was reminding of you of when you were a kid, and you and Caleb would sit in church on the rare occasion that Mother and Father would drag you to church. The two of you would whisper back and forth, talking about how the man behind you had fallen asleep or the funny hat the priest was wearing.

You missed Caleb. Your half-brother was your closest friend, protecting you when Father had a little too much to drink or when Mother got a little too angry and started to yell. He'd been gone for a year and a half, off fighting for His Majesty, and he hadn't responded to any of the letters you sent him. It wasn't normal for him to do that, but you guessed that they were getting lost in the mail, or something. (You hoped that was all it was.)

Frankly, you weren't sure if Caleb even knew you were getting married. He would probably throw a fit if he knew, so maybe it was good that he might not know, but a part of you was hurt that he wasn't here on your special day. You might not love the man beside you, but getting married was still an important moment in your life, and you wished he was here to experience it.

The priest finally wrapped up his monologue, and Lord Li turned to face you, holding out his hands. You slipped yours into his, having a bit of a freak-out over how large and calloused they were. Hot.

The two of your said your vows, and a pretty sapphire ring was slipped onto your finger. It was a little loose, but the stone caught the light beautifully. You then had to endure the humiliation of slipping a ring onto his finger, fumbling with it and almost dropping it as your hands shook.

Then, it was time for your first kiss.

Steady, calloused hands lifted the lace of your veil and softly tilted your chin upwards.

The kiss was gentle, barely there, a soft breeze against your lips. His thumb rubbed against your lower lip as he pulled away, and your eyes met for just a moment before he looked at the priest again.

You blinked up at him in awe, warmth flooding your cheeks.

Next thing you knew, your hand had been tucked into the crook of his arm and the two of you were walking back down the aisle. The wooden doors swung open, then closed, and then he paused.

You stopped in your tracks, looking up at him, and he opened his mouth to say—

"My lady!"

One of your mother's maids took your other arm, prying you away from Lord Li. "Come, come. We need to get you changed for the banquet." She then started to practically drag you away, and you looked at your husband once more, a mildly confused look on his face as he watched you leave.

Hours later, you sat in the place of honor in Snowcrest Castle's great hall, now clothed in the deep blues and silvers that House Li claimed as their own. The fabric was wool this time, thickly woven but soft and warm—something you appreciated in the chill of the large, drafty room. It even came with little hidden pockets that you could tuck your hands into if they got cold!

You had a sneaking suspicion that Lord Li had paid for this dress, too—there was no way your father could afford such fine wool on his own. As if your husband sending the fabric for your wedding dress wasn't embarassing enough, he'd had to pay for your other clothing too. If you ever got the chance, you'd give Lord Xia a hard, swift kick to the groin.

You did know, though, that the necklace and earrings you now wore were certainly paid for by House Li. The little wooden box they came in was sitting on your vanity when you came back to the room, with a short note explaining that they were a wedding gift written in strangely elegant chicken scratch. The sapphires, made to match your ring, were big enough to be impressive, but not large enough to be overpowering. You liked them.

What you didn't like was being seated here, in full view of everyone, like a pretty dressed-up doll in a store window. You knew everyone was looking at you, gossiping about you, your family, how far apart in age you were, and it made something uncomfortable twist in your gut.

A soft, rich voice called from next to you as you fiddled with your ring.

"My lady."

You looked over to find Lord Li looking at you, expression serious.

"Yes?" you asked, a little concerned about what he was going to say based on his face.

"Are you alright?"

Taken a bit aback, you blinked at him for a moment.

"You looked unwell. Is something wrong?"

You weighed your options in your head. You could be honest and possibly offend him, or you could lie and hope he wouldn't notice.

You chose the second option.

"I'm fine. Just a little cold."

"I see." Lord Li raised his hand and beckoned a servant over, and after exchanging a few quiet words, a wonderfully soft blanket of fur was draped over your lap. "Better?"

You nodded, but he didn't seem convinced.

"Are you sure? If something is wrong, please tell me. I'd like it if you were comfortable here."

He continued to look at you, and eventually, you gave in.

"I don't really like being the center of attention like this," you admitted, voice small. "I know everyone is talking about us, and I—I just don't like it."

You immediately regretted what you said as soon as you said it, and you let your gaze drop to the floor.

"I understand."

His hand covered yours, and you looked back at him to see a bit of kindness reflected in his eyes.

"I don't feel comfortable right now, either. Perhaps we could lean on each other for support?"

You smiled at him, then, feeling a sense of kinship. "That would be nice."

"If it's any comfort, my cook is quite skilled. I'm sure you will enjoy the feast, if nothing else."

As if on cue, servants began carrying in trays laden with food, and a heaping plate was placed in front of you, followed by a cup of steaming, translucent liquid.

Your husband leaned a little closer. "I don't drink alcohol, so I requested cider instead. It looks like the kitchen decided to give you some, as well."

He sat back up and took his cup as you reached for yours, lifting it to your lips. The cider was wonderfully flavorful, spiced to perfection and so warm that you felt that warmth spread through you with just one sip. Letting out a happy sigh, you relaxed into the cushions as you reached for your fork and knife.

Next to you, though, Zayne made a face into his cup. The cider tasted…off, somehow, to him. A little sweeter than normal, if he had to put a finger on it. However, the scent and color of it seemed normal, so he dismissed his thoughts with a shake of his head. It must be his misgivings about this marriage—nothing more.

"So good…" he heard you murmur to yourself as you lifted another forkful to your lips.

"Has my chef gained your approval?"

You jumped at the sound of his voice, looking over to find a mirthful smile on his lips.

"My lord!" you exclaimed a little too loudly. "You scared me!"

This earned you a laugh, a hand coming up to cover his mouth.

Lord Li had been correct—House Li's chef was incredibly good at their job. You didn't think you'd tasted a single thing that hadn't been good, at the very least. The cake was the best part, though, decadent and perfectly sweet. (You'd even gotten your revenge, startling Lord Li when you noticed how enthusiastically he was shoveling his cake into his mouth.)

Now, you were sat on perhaps the most luxurious bed you'd ever seen, clothed in just a thin nightgown. A fire roared in the fireplace, but you still shivered atop the coverlet. You'd tried to look around to distract yourself, but you'd only seen enough to determine that this was probably the lord's personal bedchamber before you got too cold to function.

Well, make it too cold and too nervous to function.

You knew, mechanically, how a wedding night was supposed to work. It was a fairly simple process—all you'd need to do was lay back and spread you legs. That didn't stop the nerves, though; you'd heard enough stories of how painful your first time could be to last a lifetime. Despite all of this, your father insisted that the marriage needed to be consumated as soon as possible, even going so far as to threaten you if you didn't let the lord bed you.

In an attempt to settle your nerves, you'd tried to prepare yourself by sticking your fingers inside yourself, thinking that maybe you could get it to hurt less that way. All you'd achieved in the end was finding a particular spot inside you that felt good when you pressed on it, and a spot on the outside that felt even better. Hopefully, your husband would know that those spots existed; you weren't sure you could work up the courage to tell him.

To make things even worse, there was a strange cramping taking root deep in your belly. You'd panicked at first, rushing to the necessary to make sure that your period hadn't come early, but there had been no blood when you'd checked. It wasn't too bad, just enough to be uncomfortable.

The door opened and closed, and you looked over to find Lord Li walking towards the bed, dressed in only a loose shirt and trousers.

"You're shivering. Is there a reason you didn't get in bed?" he asked lightly, gesturing to the head of the bed, where the covers had been turned up, beckoning you to climb in.

"I thought it would be better to wait."

"For?"

"You." He looked confused, so your elaborated, "so we could…you know, consumate…."

"Ah, I see." He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry. That won't be necessary."

"What?" you blurted out in disbelief. "You—you don't want to—?"

His hand left your shoulder in favor of cupping your cheek. "It can wait. We have the rest of our lives, do we not?"

"But—"

"You are still young, my dear. I have no desire to risk giving you a child just yet."

You opened your mouth to argue, knowing that your father would be furious if he found out, but he shushed you, patting your head. "You just got here, my dear. No need to rush."

Blushing at the pet name, you nodded.

"What a good girl you are."

His words send a new wave of cramping through your belly and ignited a strange heat between your legs. Your thighs pressed together unconciously as he gave you one last pat before going to pull the sheets further down. Understanding what he wanted, you crawled into bed, and he pulled the blankets up to your shoulder.

"See? Much better." He settled into the chair beside the bed, picking up a book from the nearest table.

"Are you going to read me a story?" you asked jokingly.

He smiled at you, seemingly not picking up on the joke. "If that's what you like—although I believe this might bore you to sleep rather than lull you."

With that, he began to read, voice filling the space between you as you settled in.

As he read, you started to feel weirder and weirder. The bed was warmer, sure, but you were starting to feel unnaturally, feverishly warm. There was also this intense ache between your legs that pressing your thighs did nothing to quell. Strangely, you felt….empty.

At some point, you couldn't take it anymore.

"My lord?" you asked softly.

Lord Li immediately stopped reading, focusing his gaze on you. "Is everything alright?"

"I feel weird…" It was an inadequate explanation for interrupting him, you knew, but you didn't know how to explain it otherwise. Another round of cramping ran through your belly, and you whimpered, legs coming closer to your stomach.

Little did you know, Zayne was having the same symptoms.

The cramping had started not long after dinner had ended, but he tried to ignore it, believing his stomach just wasn't agreeing with him because of something he'd eaten. He knew something was off, though, when he saw you in your thin little nightgown and instantly got hard. There was a warmth spreading through his body, too, and he wanted nothing more than to shuck his shirt off. It was like he'd been hit with an insanely strong bolt of arousal.

But you….you were so innocent, so young. So cute, cuddled up in his bed. His desires were sinful; he should not defile your purity with his lust.

"Weird how?" He shut his book, leaning forward so he could examine you.

"I feel really hot….and my belly feels weird. It keeps cramping up."

He pressed a hand to your forehead, before almost recoiling in shock at how warm you felt.

"And, um….it aches between my legs."

An idea entered his head with startling clarity.

The cider. It had to have been laced with some sort of drug—no, some sort of aphrodisiac. That's why it had tasted off at dinner. And, if his memory was serving him correctly, you'd had at least three glasses of cider throughout the meal. And he'd had two…Holy Astra, you'd both been drugged.

"Can you help?"

Your voice shocked him out of his realization as you gazed at him, a sense of fear present in your eyes. With horror, he realized that your eyes visibly dialated as you looked at him, darkening with arousal. The way his cock twitched at the sight of you, so helpless and trusting, was even more horrifying.

He shouldn't. He knew he shouldn't. You had just moved here. You needed time to adjust. You didn't need him to force himself onto you. You didn't need a child. You were barely more than a child yourself. You were half his age. You didn't need to shoulder his lust, shoulder his sin.

His traitorous body didn't care, getting harder by the second as he felt a cloud of lust filter into his brain. It would feel so good to just pin her down and fuck her, wouldn't it? Pound her into the mattress until she screamed and cried. Take that virgin cunt for himself and let his seed plant itself inside her womb.

Surely it wouldn't hurt to just look, right? Just to make sure she's fine.

"Show me where it aches," he commanded gently, voice raspy as he got up to sit on the bed.

Complying immediately—what a good girl, so obedient—you kicked the blankets off and spread you legs. Before he could stop himself, he reached over and pushed the hem of your nightgown to your hips, and sucked in a breath at what was revealed.

Your poor pussy was so soaked that it shined in the dim light, sensitive flesh swollen and clit visible through your folds.

"Here," you urged, reaching between your legs to spread your folds for his gaze.

"You poor thing," he breathed, hands landing on your knees and spreading them further as you whined. Zayne was nearly overcome by the urge to fuck you then and there, barely holding himself back from shucking his pants off and shoving his cock deep inside.

"Make it better, please!" Your voice sounded so pretty as you begged for him to touch you, didn't it? It wouldn't hurt to touch you just a little bit. Just enough to make you feel better.

One hand left your knee to trace your folds with one finger, and you let out a shuddering breath as your hips jerked. Even just the slightest contact felt incredible. He sunk a finger inside you, then another, and you let out a whine as they slid inside.

Gods, you were so hot inside, so deliciously wet. His cock twitched again as you squirmed, seeking more friction, and his instincts were screaming at him to stop holding back.

His fingers started to thrust in and out of you, curling up to rub at that spot inside of you, and you gasped, the cramping starting to subsde a bit as pleasure started to seep into you. Leaving your knee, his other hand went between your legs, and you soon felt calloused fingertips against your clit, rubbing in maddening circles. Your back arched as bliss flooded your belly, and you tried to press your thighs together, only to have the touch on your clit be yanked away.

"Hold your legs open," he ordered, voice low. You complied, hands coming up to grasp at the back of your knees.

The pressure against your clit resumed as his fingertips pressed even further into that spot, and you cried out, feeling something intense started to creep up on you. Your body started to move without your input, writhing against the mattress as he continued to carress your flesh.

"M-My lord—something's wrong—"

He didn't reply, only continued to rub you until something snapped within your belly. Suddenly, intense pleasure raced through you, lightning shooting up your spine as your body spasmed. The cramping was gone, suddenly, replaced by incredible bliss.

Zayne breathed heavily as you came, gaze fixed on your cunt as it squeezed his fingers. Slick seeped out of you, somehow even more than before, and he could almost smell it in the air. The urge to taste you bloomed, suddenly, and before he knew it, he was lifting your hips and bending down. Surely a little taste wouldn't be a bad thing.

You had just barely come down from the high of your orgasm, the cramps returning with a vengeance, when your hips moved, and you jerked when you felt something warm and wet stroke your entrance. Looking down, you gasped—he'd pressed his face between your legs, your shoulders sliding down the mattress as he pulled you further towards him.

"Wait!" You tried to squirm out of his grip, but he only held you tighter as his mouth latched onto your clit. "My lord, that's—that's dirty, don't—"

You were swiftly cut off as he sucked, the pleasure dizzying as you let out a loud moan. You'd never felt anything this good before. His tongue rolled against your clit, caressing it, before sucking it again, creating an unrelenting, almost cruel pattern. You could feel him moan against you, the vibrations adding another layer of bliss.

The feeling from earlier was building again, out of control, and you found that you didn't want to fight it now that you knew how good it felt. Instead, you tried to press your hips further against him, moving and rocking as he pleasured you with his tongue. Your second orgasm slammed into you, and you moaned again, shivering as his tongue lapped up the new wave of slick.

It was getting harder and harder for Zayne to have a coherent thought, let alone a sane thought. He eased your hips back down to the mattress, watching as you stilled, panting. His hands pulled off his shirt before moving to work at his trousers. The reasonable part of his brain grasped at straws in an attempt to wrestle back control, reminding him of your age, your virginity, that you hadn't agreed to this, that this was sinful—

You let out a soft, pained noise, hands going to clutch at your belly as the cramps returned again, even stronger than before. You could barely make sense of what was happening, now, only that you needed relief.

That was the final straw.

Zayne's composure shattered.

You felt your husband's hands on your hips before something started to press into you. There was a wave of pain, and you tensed, but a voice above you cooed softly.

"Shhhh. Relax, my dear. It'll fade in a moment."

You felt yourself relax at his words, feeling oddly reassured, as whatever it was continued to enter you, pressing gently yet insistently at your deepest spots. Looking down, you saw hips press against yours, a thin trail of dark hair trailing down between your legs.

Oh. Your husband was inside of you.

You didn't have much time to process this fact before he started to move, his thick cock dragging against your flesh, the feeling addictive. The pain was entirely blocked out by pleasure as he thrust deep inside of you, your thighs pressing together. Zayne grabbed your legs, letting them rest together on his shoulder as he rutted into you, eyes closed and head thrown back as he moaned.

It felt amazing, having something so hot, so hard, and so big nestled inside of you. His pace was unrelenting, your tits bouncing with each thrust as you writhed beneath him. You could barely think anymore, so wholly consumed by pleasure that your brain had simply shut off. At some point, you came, then came again, squeezing him so tightly that he cursed. Something warm and thick shot into you before he pulled out, rolling you onto your stomach and pressing back into you before you could even whine at the loss.

The pleasure was getting unbearable as the minutes ticked by, your body growing limp with each orgasm as your mind grew even more hazy. He was relentless, grunting and moaning as he pressed you further into the mattress and filled you with come. Weirdly enough, you felt….happy, like you were floating in your own floaty, soft little world where nothing mattered but the sensation between your legs.

You felt him come inside of you one last time before your vision went blank.

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!

[azure-nevermore]

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐳𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (18+ content ahead!!!) || explicit sexual content, sugar daddy!au, daddy kink, phone sex, age gap, PiV sex, cunnilingus, squirting

NOTE: this is the version with the daddy kink included; you can find the version without it here!

𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜-𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚘𝟹

This was a stupid idea.

Bathed in a stark white glow, you stared at the computer screen, the website's soft pink logo reflecting in your irises.

A couple of days ago, you and your lovely, charming, adorable best friend Tara had gone out to lunch together. The two of you had been absolutely swamped with work as of late and had barely seen each other in the office, let alone outside of it. Thankfully, the frequency of Wanderer attacks had seemingly dropped down, so you could finally hang out again.

You loved being a Hunter. Getting to help people every day was the highlight of your life, and the fact that it paid decently well didn't hurt. Subsidized housing, plenty of vacation days, and paid sick/injury leave all went a long way in curbing your frustration when you got called in for a 3AM Wanderer sighting.

The issue was that you wanted more cash. Twinkle Toys was releasing new plushies faster than you could preorder them. You kept seeing ads for that new game console, and the new games on it were recieving rave reviews. Even the damn cruise ship companies couldn't stop sending you coupons for 10k Gold off of a vacation in the Azurie Islands. It just wasn't fair.

You were bemoaning your lack of extra funds to Tara when, out of the blue, she gives you the most unexpected solution to your problem, possibly ever.

"You should get a sugar daddy!"

Mouth open, you stared at her in shock. What would possess her to say that? In a public cafe, no less!

"No, seriously! How do you think I got the money for those brand new cat ear headphones? Well, mine is a sugar mommy, but—"

"Hang on." You put your hand out in front of you, signaling for her to stop. "You have a sugar mommy?"

"Yeah!" She excitedly nodded. "Pays me and everything."

"And…what do you do to get this money, exactly?"

Tara leaned in close, cupping her hands around your ears so she could whisper. "Mostly just video calls, but sometimes I masturbate for her using the toys she bought me."

You were at a loss for words.

"It's fun! And I get lots of money for it," she finished, leaning back.

"I, um…how did you find her?"

"There's a website for it! Multiple, actually, but I use this one." Your best friend types an address into her phone and holds it out for you to look.

SugarConnection is printed at the top, in bold, curly baby pink lettering. The home page of the site displays a wall of photos of wannabe sugar daddies and mommies, along with their usernames and how much they're willing to pay. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head at the amount some people are willing to pay.

"Holy shit."

"Yeah! You should totally make an account. You can always delete it if you don't like it!"

And, for some godforsaken reason, you did.

Setting up your account was pretty easy—a lot of drop-down menus and things to check off. Luckily, they only asked for your date of birth in terms of personal info; you were glad they left the payment details up to the person, you really didn't want to give your banking info to a seedy website. You did have to provide photos of yourself to complete the process, so you ended up posting one of your more recent gym pics and made a casual selfie from your last vacation your icon.

The real issues started when you began looking for a sugar daddy. SugarConnection worked on a so-called "matching" system where the site would match you to the canidates you thought would be a good fit. You had input your age preferences to "within 5 years" on the profile creation tab, but for some reason, it kept recommending you men several decades older than you. To make things even worse, it kept showing you men who had "sex" marked as something they wanted, even after you triple-checked that you had unchecked that option.

You didn't go around telling people this, but the truth was that you were a virgin. You'd fooled around with a couple of guys in college, but since you started as a Hunter, you'd been too busy for any serious relationships. In all honestly, you'd never had anything bigger than two fingers inside of yourself. As such, you had some serious hesitations about having sex with a guy you barely knew, even if he was paying a boatload of money for it.

After about the 17th refresh, you were about to throw in the towel, when, like a message from the heavens, a new profile popped up.

DoctorSnowman.

You had to do a double take at the profile picture. This guy…he wasn't practically 80. You couldn't believe younger guys even used this site, after all the grandpas you'd seen.

And he was hot.

Instinctually, you clicked on his profile.

You were immediately greeted with a much larger version of his profile picture. Dark hair, a gorgeously aquiline nose and warm, pretty hazel eyes. It was a pretty standard picture—just a bedroom selfie in front of a full-length mirror—but his looks were so good that it made it ten times better.

Of course, you scrolled down to look at the rest.

The first surprise was his age. 37 years old. He did sort of look it when you scrolled back up, but 37 was an improvement over 77.

The second was that he somehow had every option checked in his Wishes list. Either this guy was some sort of closet freak or he didn't know that everything was checked by default. Probably the latter, if his sparse About Me section had anyone to do with it.

Looking for a companion. Payment amounts are open for negotiation.

That was barely more than the default text, but alright.

Luckily, he had a lot more to go off of in the Attachments section. The first picture was just the same mirror selfie again. The second was new—him sitting on a park bench, clad in a gray coat and black turtleneck, glasses balanced on his nose as he tried to feed…was that a squirrel? The third was just him sitting and sipping some coffee in a sunny cafe.

The fourth picture almost gave you a heart attack.

DoctorSnowman was ripped. Big biceps and even bigger pecs, hugged by a skintight white compression shirt, so tight in some spots that it almost looked like the fabric was barely hanging on. You could even see his nipples!!

God, I need him to put me in a headlock—

NO!! Horny thoughts, begone!!!!

Unfortunately, the horny thoughts did not go away, because you clicked on the Message button not ten seconds later.

You: Hi!! You're really hot

Of course, regret started to hit after about 30 seconds. Panicking, you sent a second message.

You: Sorry, that was the first time I've tried to connect on here, you can ignore that abhfksfjbsdv

Praying that he'd somehow never see the notification, you immediately closed the tab, shut your computer off, and threw yourself into your bed.

You weren't really feeling better about your situation the following morning. Getting so horny over a guy's tits that you tried to message him on a sugar daddy website, of all things, was certainly not your finest moment.

You were still bemoaning your stupidity when you unlocked your phone to find a SugarConnection notification email sitting in your inbox.

DoctorSnowman had actually messaged you back.

Resisting the urge to scream into your pillow, you input your login info and opened your inbox.

DoctorSnowman: Thank you.

DoctorSnowman: Your message was the first one I've recieved. It looks like we're in the same boat.

Momentarily hopping back to his profile, you check the creation date and realize that it was just a couple of weeks ago. There's no way people aren't fighting over this guy, given that he seems to be the only younger guy in existence on this godforsaken site. Also, he'd replied to your message at 2AM?? What kind of job does he have???

You: Oh hahaha

You: Sorry to bother you

DoctorSnowman: I take it you're not interested?

The new message popped up in seconds, and you almost jumped in your seat.

Now that you thought about it, you kind of felt bad for the guy. It was you that messaged first, after all. Besides, the website's filtering system was clearly so ass that it probably wasn't pushing his profile to people like it should. You could keep messaging him, at the very least.

You: I'm interested!

DoctorSnowman: Great. Nice to meet you.

You: You too!

A couple of minutes went by with no answer, and you realized he was probably waiting for you to say something.

You: Maybe you could tell me something about yourself?

DoctorSnowman is typing…

It took him enough time to reply that your breakfast was ready by the time you got the notification.

DoctorSnowman: I'm 37 years old and a cardiac surgeon. Fitness, sports, and reading are my main hobbies. I like snowboarding the best.

You could fucking tell his hobby was fitness, all right. Tits like that did not occur naturally.

You: Fun!! I'm a Hunter, so I also do a lot of fitness, lmao

DoctorSnowman: Ah, impressive. That must be a difficult job.

You: Yeah, but I like to help people

DoctorSnowman: We have something in common, then. :)

Okay, that was cute.

DoctorSnowman: Is there a specific reason why you've decided to become a sugar baby? I understand that the Hunter's Association pays a fair wage, but perhaps I am misinformed.

You: They pay plenty!! I just want some extra cash hbfvbfd

DoctorSnowman: I see.

Well, if he asked why would wanted to be a sugar baby, you guessed it was fine to ask him why he wanted to be a sugar daddy. Maybe we was a closet freak after all.

You: What about you?

It took him a couple of minutes to respond, and you got worried that you'd crossed a boundary somewhere. When the notification popped up, you instantly opened it.

DoctorSnowman: I want companionship. I would like a serious relationship at some point in the future, but my previous relationships have all ended poorly because I can't commit much time to my partner due to the nature of my job. Sex is optional; I will pay for your time regardless.

This poor, poor man. It must be really bad if he's looking for someone to talk to on a sugar baby site, of all places. You felt so bad for him!!

You: I'm so sorry

DoctorSnowman: Don't be. I am used to it.

You: Do you want to exchange contact info? I'd be down to meet up with you, just to try things out

DoctorSnowman: Of course.

The next message was his phone number. You tapped on it, adding it to your contacts, and once you sent the first message, it gave you the option to autofill the rest of his profile.

His name was Zayne Li, and his profile picture was a picture of him in an insanely tight turtleneck, the same pair of glasses perched on his nose. Holy fuck.

You couldn't help yourself. You took a screenshot.

Well, Zayne was certainly not lying when he said that his schedule made things difficult, because a month had gone by and you still hadn't managed to meet the man in person yet. You both tried to set up a time to meet, but almost every time he ended up having to handle an emergency surgery. It was like everyone in Linkon with a heart condition was dead-set on the two of you never meeting face-to-face. The one time he didn't have any surgeries, there was an emergency Wanderer attack that forced you to cancel. You were dying. You needed to see this guy's tits in person.

Of course, that didn't mean you didn't have any online fun.

Zayne was a surprisingly pleasant man to talk to. He was a little slow to respond to messages, sure, but he always had something interesting to say. The two of you once had a surprisingly in-depth conversation about the best cupcakes at the local bakery, for one thing. At some point along the way, your conversations had transcended texting into phone calls and then video calls. The first time you heard his voice, you thought you could faint with how hot it was.

The real fun started on a Friday afternoon. You had recieved a new dress in the mail (you'd bought it for your date with him, but he didn't need to know that), and you tried it on, extremely happy with how sexy and beautiful it made you feel. You snapped a picture and, spurred on by the ego boost it gave you, sent it to Zayne.

When you saw his reply, you almost dropped your phone.

Zayne Li sent $100!

Holy shit.

There had to be some mistake, right? It had to be easy to accidentally send someone $100 through text. Hopefully there was an easy way to return the money if it was an accident.

Zayne Li: Beautiful. Is that a new dress? It's very flattering on you.

You stared at the new message, mouth agape. Is he just ignoring that he accidentally sent you one hundred dollars??

You: Did you mean to send me $100????

Zayne Li: I did, yes.

There was no way.

Zayne Li: Think of it as compensation for your patience.

Zayne Li: Or a thank you for the picture. Either way.

Curious, you snapped another picture, one where you leaned forward so that your chest was on display, and sent it. Seconds later, you got another notification.

Zayne Li sent $100!

Oh, this could be fun.

The next picture exchange came a week later, with a post-gym selfie you'd taken, still in your workout gear. You'd been talking to Zayne earlier about your gym routine, and sent the picture without thinking. It was a bit of a jumpscare to see the Zayne Li sent $100! message in your notifications.

However, this time, he followed it up with a picture of his own.

The white compression shirt had made a reappearance, holding on for dear life, but this time Zayne had pulled the hem up to show off his glistening abs. A trail of trimmed dark hair led downward, disappearing into the waistband of his sweatpants.

You almost fell over.

Fuck, he's hot.

What the hell were you supposed to do with this? Send $100 back???

After a little bit of thinking, you shed your top and took a picture of yourself in just your sports bra. You were still a little shiny with sweat still, giving you a gentle glow in the ambient light of your bedroom.

Zayne quickly sent $150 in response. The more skin, the better, apparently. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head, and you practically ran to your computer, snickering.

You got a package in the mail a couple of days later. Cutting the box open, you smiled down at the ice blue lace waiting for you. You'd picked out a pretty lingerie set online; an interesting impulse buy, considering that your underwear tastes usually leaned a little more practical, but what was the harm in buying something nice for once? Even if it didn't elict the desired response from Zayne, it was still a nice treat for yourself.

You slipped it on, amazed at how soft and comfortable the material felt against your skin. It fit well, hugging your body perfectly and accentuating your features. You also slipped on a pair of sheer thigh-high stockings, a free gift from the lingerie company, and pulled on a robe to seal the deal, tying it so that it gave a gratuitous view of your chest.

After a couple minutes of posing and taking pictures, you sent your first text to Zayne.

You: Zayneeee

You: I bought something cute today

It took a couple of minutes for him to respond, so you busied yourself with taking some more pictures in the meantime, shooting a few to Tara and Simone.

Zayne Li: Oh? Did you buy those new headphones you were telling me about last week?

In response, you sent your first picture: you standing in front of the mirror, one leg tucked behind the other and one hand held behind your back.

His response was almost instantaneous.

Zayne Li sent $200!

Zayne Li: Wow. What a beautiful color on you.

You sent a second picture, this one with your back turned to the mirror, your back on full display as the fabric of your robe slipped down your arms.

Zayne Li sent $250!

Zayne Li: Incredible.

Zayne Li: Have you ever been told that the slope of your back is stunning? I'd like to trace it with my tongue.

You felt your face burn as you read his message. This was new; you'd certainly occasionally discussed things of a little more suggestive variety, but the two of you had never gone so far as to talk about actually doing sexual stuff to each other before.

You: Really???

Zayne Li: Yes.

Zayne Li: I like to use my mouth.

Dear God, okay. You were not expecting that.

Frankly, you had no idea what to say in response to that, so you sent a third picture instead; this time, one with you on your knees, robe fully open and hanging from your elbows.

Zayne Li sent $300!

Zayne Li: Gorgeous.

Zayne Li: You have such beautiful tits. And those thighs…I'd like to pull those panties down and put my cock between your thighs. Would you like that?

Suddenly feeling bold, you slipped the robe and bra off and snapped another picture, still on your knees. You were feeling so, so horny. Before you knew it, you'd spread your legs, your fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties to slide them through your wetness. You sent the pic before pressing your fingertips to your clit and rubbing gently, letting the pleasure slowly flow through you.

A ringing sound blared out through the room, and you jolted, surprised, as an incoming call from Zayne came up on your phone. You accepted the call, frozen.

"Hello," Zayne's smooth, soft voice said through the speaker. "Is there a reason why you've been stripping for my viewing pleasure while I'm in office?"

"I thought it would be fun," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady as you rubbed at your clit.

"Oh? Not for the money?" He let out a quiet chuckle, and you could feel yourself clench.

"I don't c-care about the money."

"Hm?"

You moved your hand to position your fingers at your entrance, two of them sinking inside with a loud, audible squelch.

You froze.

There was a moment of silence before Zayne spoke again. "My dear. Are you touching yourself?"

"Zayne," you moaned back, dropping all pretenses as you started to massage your G-spot.

The sound of a zipper being pulled down sounded through the speaker, followed by the rustling of fabric, and fuck, did that just make you more horny.

"Poor thing," he cooed, voice a little darker than before. "Did you rile yourself up?"

"Mmhmm."

"Can you tell me what you're doing?"

"My fingers are in my pussy," you moaned, pressing them harder into your G-spot as hot pleasure coiled in your stomach.

"Are you thrusting them in and out, or are you stimulating your G-spot?"

"G-spot—ahh—"

"Good girl. I bet it feels wonderful deep in your belly, doesn't it?" You could hear some vague wet noises in the background, but you weren't focusing on them, too keyed into the sensation of your fingers pressing against that sensitive spot inside you.

"Yes…"

"Good. Can you take them out and rub your clit for me?"

You obeyed, your fingers leaving your cunt with a squelch and trailing upwards. "Yes, Zayne—mmph—"

"That's my good girl." The wet sounds in the background sped up. "Go ahead and pet your clit, darling. Nice and slow. Don't rush; let it build."

Every inch of you was screaming to rub fast, not slow, but you did as he said regardless, letting the pleasure spread and build in slow, gentle waves.

"Feels so good," you moaned, head tilting back as you basked in the sensation, getting closer by the second.

"Keep going, dear," he urged, voice rough. The wet sounds on his end had gotten even louder, and they joined with the sounds that you were making to create an unholy symphony. As you continued to pleasure your clit, your brain imagined that it was his hand doing the work, skilled fingers pressing and rubbing against you as he murmured praises into your ear.

The thought was enough to send you over the edge, and you cried out as you came, pleasure racing through your body as warmth gathered between your thighs. You could vaguely hear him let out a pleased grunt from the other end as the wet noises ceased.

The two of you panted in tandem for a while, and you let your body relax, leaning against the mattress.

"We need to meet up soon," he said as his breath evened out. "I'll clear my schedule."

Meet up soon, you did, the two of you managing to carve out the next Friday evening from your busy schedules. He'd picked out a nice Italian spot for the two of you, a cozy, intimate restaurant tucked away in an alleyway that served the best spaghetti you'd ever had in your life.

Your dinner together went well—talking with Zayne had proved to be easy thus far, and you were surprised that your conversation flowed even better in person. He was attentive, making sure your drink was always full and wiping away a smear of pasta sauce that had gotten stuck on the corner of your lips. Of course, he also paid for your dinner, and even let you splurge on dessert (as long as you let him have a couple of bites, the greedy man).

You were both sat in his car, the radio playing soft jazz to fill the silence, when he dropped a bomb.

"Would you like to come back to my place?"

He said it lightly, almost as if there was no expectation for an answer at all. His eyes briefly glanced at you before returning to the road.

Ever since your phone sex situation, you'd been giving the idea of sex with Zayne some serious thought. He'd reassured you that there was no pressure for you to do anything sexual with him, despite the nature of your relationship, and you could tell that he meant it. Despite that, though, you felt like you owed him your body for the amount of money he'd been sending your way.

And….you wanted to sleep with him, if you were being honest. You found him incredibly attractive (his gym selfies lived rent-free in your mind), and the side of himself he'd displayed on your call was something you'd definitely like to see again. No harm in giving it a try, you figured.

There was just one hangup, though. Your virginity.

Logically, you knew it wasn't something to be self-concious about. It didn't change anything, in the end—you'd just never gone farther than touching someone else. That being said, you still felt a little shy about it.

"If you want to go on home, I'll happily take you," he added softly, perhaps sensing your thoughts.

"Can I tell you something?"

He looked at you as the car pulled to a stop at the red light.

"I'm a virgin," you admitted, clutching your hands together in your lap. "Is that—is that a problem?"

He blinked at you, silent, and anxiety started to build in your chest.

"I'm sorry—"

"Why would that be a problem?"

It was now your turn to blink at him.

"It just means we'll need to be careful. That's all." The light turned green, and he turned his attention back to the road.

You reached out to take his hand, easing it off the gearshift before placing it on the meat of you thigh. You'd worn a dress with a slit in the skirt, and part of his hand slid underneath the fabric, his skin warm against yours.

"I would love to come over."

He smiled, switching into a turn lane and heading towards the residential district.

Zayne's house was quite nice—small, but modern in a way that felt welcoming and luxurious rather than cold and impersonal. He opened the door for you, helping you out and guiding you inside with a hand on your lower back.

"Make yourself comfortable," he said as the two of you stepped inside, motioning towards the living room while he walked off to turn on the lights. You shucked off your heels and made a beeline for the couch, sinking into the cushions.

After a moment, he sat down beside you, taking the remote and turning the TV on to some travel channel before slinging an arm over the back of the couch. You leaned your head on your shoulder and let your hand rest on his upper thigh. Wow, that was one muscular thigh. Letting your curiosity get the best of you, you squeezed the flesh gently, relishing in how squishy it felt under your fingers.

"Did you agree to come just so you could grope me?" he teased, turning his face towards you.

"Maybe," you teased back with a grin.

You saw his gaze drop to your lips, and his hand lifted to brush his knuckles against your cheek.

"Does this mean I can grope you too, then?"

In lieu of a response, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. His other hand immediately went to your face, cupping your cheek as you sighed into the kiss. When you parted, he immediately went back for more, licking into your mouth and surging forward so that you eventually ended up under him against the cushions.

"If you don't like it, tell me to stop," he panted, letting his lips descend down to your throat as your hands landed on his shoulders. He kissed a wet trail down your skin, hands slipping beneath your back to undo the zipper of your dress. The fabric loosened, and he pulled it down, revealing the plain black bra you'd worn underneath. You started to mentally kick yourself for not wearing something sexier, but that line of thought was interrupted when his head slipped further down and started to softly lick at the tops of your breasts.

"Zayne," you gasped as he slipped one strap off your shoulder, exposing a nipple to the cold air.

"Even prettier in real life," he muttered to himself before drawing your nipple in his mouth. You let out a strained noise as he started to shower it with attention, sucking gently before lapping at it with his tongue. The hand that wasn't cradling your back slipped out from underneath you in order to slip the other cup of your bra down so he could squeeze your other tit.

"That feels nice," you sighed as he let your nipple slip from his mouth. "Keep going…"

In response, he sucked your other nipple into his mouth, rolling it against his tongue as your back arched into the contact. You could feel yourself grow wet between your thighs, a familiar ache settling there.

His hands slipped down to your waist, grabbing the bunched-up fabric of your dress before pulling away so he could slip it past your hips and down your waist. You felt your cheeks warm a little; at least your panties were black lace, a step up from your bra.

"Has anyone ever kissed you here?" he asked, nudging your thighs apart with his hands.

"Between my legs?" you squeaked as he started to lower his head and press kisses against the supple flesh of your thighs.

He hummed in acknowledgement. "It's a wonderful place to be kissed, my dear. Let me show you."

His hand slip between your legs, gently rubbing your sex through the fabric of your panties before easing the gusset to the side.

"You're pretty everywhere," he cooed, breath fanning against your wet, flushed skin.

Then, you felt something warm trace a path against your cunt, and you gasped, head falling back against a pillow. He continued to softly lick you, eliciting obscene wet noises as your thighs twitched.

"This-this isn't fair!" you panted as he tasted you, fingers tangling in his hair in an attempt to pull him away.

"Not fair?" He lifted his head to gaze at you, and your eyes widened as you noticed how shiny his mouth was. "Darling, you may not know this, but pleasuring you is extremely enjoyable."

One fingertip pressed against your clit, and you shuddered at the contact.

"It's good that it's me taking your first time, and not some boy who'd rather fuck you and forget you." He started to rub your clit, fingertip moving back and forth against the nub, and your hips moved of their own accord, pressing up into the contact. "Wouldn't you like me to teach you how being pleasured feels?"

His words went straight between your thighs as heat rushed through you. Looking at him and seeing the soft signs of age in his face, and listening to him talk to you like that, was arising new feelings in you. He felt almost….paternalistic in that moment.

He dipped back down, letting his tongue loll out to replace his fingertip on your clit, flicking and pressing down. When he sucked the sensitive flesh into his mouth, you felt pleasure shoot through you and cried out, louder than intended—

"Daddy!"

He hummed, the vibrations increasing your pleasure. "That's right, my dear. Let Daddy take care of you."

He continued to suck as his fingers pressed into you, immediately massaging into your G-spot, and you moaned, pulling at his hair and coaxing a groan from him. God, you'd never felt anything this good.

You started to writhe under him as you felt your orgasm start to build, a knot of pleasure tightening in your gut. He moved to thrust his fingers directly into your G-spot while lapping at your clit, and your knees automatically pulled up towards your stomach.

"Daddy—Daddy, please—close!!—"

"Go ahead and come, darling," he purred, sealing his mouth over your clit once more.

One more suck, and you were gone.

You came, hard, pleasure racing through you as you squeezed his head between your thighs and writhed, near sobbing at how good it felt. He continued to rock his fingers into you, pace slowing, as he let your clit slip out from his mouth, your slick shining on his chin.

Zayne had lifted himself to face you as you calmed, still panting.

"How was that?" he asked gently, almost infuriatingly peaceful after giving you the best orgasm you'd ever had.

You noticed that he, somehow, still had clothes on, so you started to grasp at the fabric, whining as shaky hands attempted to pull—or rip—it off.

"Take these off!"

"I assume you want more, then?" He leaned back, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it slip down his shoulders and arms. His body was even more sexy impressive in real life—it was like he'd been sculpted by some benevolent god just for your viewing pleasure. That chest!

You couldn't help yourself. Your hands shot up to grope his tits as he worked at his belt.

"Oh?" He met your gaze. "Is it your turn now?"

"Shut up."

He pushed his pants down his legs and shuffled out of them as you continued to squeeze as his chest. Your eyes trailed downward, and you followed the thin happy trail as it disappeared into the waistband of his boxers, then further down to the utterly massive bulge between his legs.

Holy shit.

You heard a chuckle from above you—Zayne must have seen the look on your face as you stared at the sizable tent in the fabric. "Do you want to see?"

Your head started to nod before you could even think, and he eased the waistband down, letting his cock spring out into the open.

His cock was long, thick, jutting out from a base framed in neatly trimmed black hair (with a couple of gray strands here and there, but you weren't going to comment on that). A bead of precum leaked out from the tip, shining prettily in the dim light.

You stared at it for a moment, then drew your legs apart, one hand reaching between your legs to spread your folds.

"Please put it in, Daddy," you asked in the sweetest voice you could muster. "I want Daddy's cock inside me."

His eyes darkened, pupils expanding, and you were being dragged towards him by your ankles before you knew it. He lifted your hips with one hand, shoving a pillow under them before grinding his cock against you.

"You little minx," he near growled. "What a sweet girl you are."

"Inside, ple—"

His cock started to slip inside you, and you tensed for a moment, the stretch stinging a little.

"Shhh," he cooed above you. "Relax for me, darling. Breathe."

You obeyed, letting air flow into your lungs, and felt yourself relax as he continued to rock into you. His cock felt better the further it traveled, pressing against good spots you didn't even know you had.

When his tip brushed you cervix, you gasped, feeling his hips finally meet yours. You felt so full, the pressure comforting in a strange way.

"There we go," he breathed. "Such a good girl for Daddy, aren't you?" He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead as you reached up to pull him closer.

"Daddy, move, please!"

He started to move, then, letting one of your legs relax as he pushed the other up and pulled his cock out, all the way to the tip, before slipping it back inside. You let out a moan, nails digging into the skin of his back. The friction felt utterly divine.

Zayne set an easy pace above you, rocking in and out of you slowly as you both savored the sensation. The position you were in let the head of his cock brush against your G-spot as he pushed it inside, coaxing soft moans and gasps out of you with each thrust. You didn't know that it could feel this heavenly.

You wanted more.

Earnestly, you pushed you hips downward as he thrust, crying out at the pleasure that the force brought you.

"Does my darling want it harder?" he purred into your ear.

"Yes, Daddy!"

He responded by thrusting with more force, and you started to moan louder, scraping your nails down his back as intense pleasure began to gather in your belly. You could get addicted to the feeling.

"So tight around me…what a wonderful girl you are for Daddy. Keep making those pretty sounds, dear." Zayne pressed kisses along your jawline, his gentle lips a stark contrast to the harsh movements of his hips. One of his hands slipped between your bodies to massage your clit, and you whined, your orgasm quickly approaching.

"I'm close," you panted, gripping him tightly as he moved above you.

"Mmmm, good," he groaned, speeding up a bit. "That's my girl. Make a mess for Daddy."

With a final swipe against your clit and brush against that spot inside of you, the pleasure in your belly burst, and you shuddered as pure bliss crashed into you, a wanton moan falling from your lips.

The two of you lay still for a moment, you coming down from your high, before you had a realization.

He hadn't come yet. There was a suspicious lack of warm, gooey fluid inside of you. That wouldn't do, not at all. You needed this man's cum inside of you.

"Again," you said suddenly.

Zayne looked at you, a little incredulous.

The more you thought about it, the more you were sure that you could take another round. Anything to get Daddy to cum. You'd probably let him fuck your ass if he wanted.

"Please?" you added, giving him a little pout.

He sighed, the action fond, before lifting himself. "Lay on your stomach, darling."

You disentangled yourself from him and did as he said, resting your lower belly and spreading your legs while he settled behind you. You could feel your clit brush up against the plush fabric of the pillow, and a little thrill of excitement shot through you.

The two of you let out a pleased sigh as he pressed back in, and you shivered at how sensitive you felt now. He was so large to begin with, and he felt even larger now, his length seemingly carressing every inch inside you. You didn't have words for how good it felt.

"Mmmm….Daddy's cock is so big! I feel so full…." you moaned, wiggling your hips a bit.

Taking the hint, Zayne pulled out just to thrust back in, the movement almost punishing. Fuck, it felt even better this time—were you still sensitive from your last orgasm? He pistoned in and out of you, his only intent chasing your mutual pleasure, as you cried out in sheer bliss. Your clit pressed against the pillow with each thrust, and you could already feel another orgasm starting to build.

"Ohhh—Daddy, please—"

"Does it feel good, darling?"

"Yes!!!" You were almost dizzy with pleasure now, the coil in your belly growing tight at an alarming rate. Each thrust sent him right into your G-spot, the pressure making your thighs shake.

"Do you want Daddy to come inside? Get you nice and full with his cum?"

"Fuck, please—" You gripped the cushions as his thrusts got even faster, his pace feeling almost inhuman. There was so much pressure inside of you, so much delicious friction, that you felt like you could explode. You felt a strange urge in your belly, like something was about to escape, and you started to desperately claw at the armrest of the couch, the sensation too much and not enough at the same time.

"Be a good girl and come all over Daddy, baby."

The coil snapped violently, and you felt something gush out of you as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, an actual sob escaping you as a tear ran down your cheeks. Scratch what you said earlier—this was the best orgasm of your life. Vaguely, only barely cutting through your pleasure, you heard Zayne grunt above you before something deliciously warm and thick shot inside of you.

You floated in a happy little world filled with cotton and feathers for a while, basking in pure happiness and bliss, before you slowly came up for air, still laying in the same position that he'd fucked you in.

Zayne shifted behind you, easing his cock out of you, and you whined and squirmed before freezing.

The entire couch—pillow and all—was wet underneath you.

Did you pee???

"Fuck," you cursed, scramling to get up. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Zay—"

"It's not urine."

You froze again, gaze snapping to Zayne.

"You ejaculated," he explained calmly, a soft smile on his lips. "Don't worry. It's very normal."

"I—what?"

"Another name for it is squirting."

Speechless, you blinked at him. You squirted?

"I've never known someone to do that during their first time," he added, "but perhaps you are more remarkable than I thought."

You stared at him for a moment before a laugh bubbled up from your chest. God, you sure did have a tendency to get yourself in crazy situations.

"Let me go get you some water." Zayne quickly retrieved a blanket and tossed it over you before walking to the kitchen, and you could hear the water running. Shakily, you wrapped the blanket around yourself, initially trying to scoot to a dry portion of the couch before a glob of cum slipped out of you and you decided that moving was a horrible idea.

"I'll pay for your couch to get cleaned," you said as he approached, reaching out to take the offered glass.

"No need. I will happily take care of it."

"…You're not mad that I ruined it?"

He chuckled, sitting down next to you. "Not at all. In fact, I might treasure this couch even more now that you've—"

Your hand quickly shot out to press against his mouth.

"Not another word."

There was laughter in his eyes, but he complied, smiling when you lowered your hand.

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!

divider credit: cursed-carmine

[azure-nevermore]

zayne AU where he's this really persistent duck and you're eating a slice of cake by a pond. he keeps coming up to you and quacking because he wants your cake. you keep going "oh what a cute duck!" and taking pictures of him instead. eventually he knocks the plate off the table and runs off with a massive chunk of cake in his beak while you cuss him out

[azure-nevermore]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬

xavier x reader (18+ content ahead!!!) || explicit sexual content, PiV sex, (consensual) somnophilia, cowgirl, female reader/AFAB terminology A/N: this was written as a submission for @veebeeboo109's server's Kink Bingo, but it's also a gift for the lovely @colonelkaboom 🩵

𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜-𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚘𝟹

You and Xavier wanted to try something new.

Well, specifically, he was the one to bring it up. Out of the blue, no less. He wanted you to wake him up with sex.

So that's what you were going to do. Wake him up with sex.

All day yesterday, he'd been flaunting his purple bracelet—your agreed-upon signal that you were down for whatever either of you wanted to do to the other while they slept. You both knew what he wanted, and you were going to give it to him.

Turning over in bed, you leaned in close. His breathing was slow, even, chest rising and falling in an easy rhythm. You tapped his nose a couple of times, then shoved his shoulder, wanting to make sure he was asleep. Nothing. No response.

It was go time.

"Xavier," you purred in his ear, softly stroking his chest over his sleep shirt. Your other hand reached down to lazily stroke your sex through your pajama pants. You hadn't been awake for too long, but the anticipation had already made you wet.

He didn't even flinch, but you expected that—he was a deep sleeper, after all. You quickly peeked underneath the covers to make sure his bracelet still encircled his wrist; the lilac thread stood out against his skin, and you grinned.

Suppressing a giggle, you slipped a hand underneath his shirt, carressing the skin there. He stirred a little, a sleepy mumble escaping his lips, but otherwise kept sleeping. Good.

You felt bold, so you pushed the comforter away and gripped the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to reveal his already half-hard cock. It wouldn't be too hard to get it to full hardness—just needed a little touch.

You let your hand trail down his body, past the trail of pale hair, then wrapped your hand around his cock. At first, you just held it in your hands, relishing in the feel of his skin and the weight of it against your palm. Your impatience quickly got the best of you, though, and you started to stroke him, squeezing his flesh gently.

His breath started to quicken a little under your touch, and you smiled, increasing your pace. You could feel his cock harden in your hand, and it gave you an ego boost, knowing that just a simple touch could get him going.

Shifting, you sat up, rubbing even faster. A drop of precum oozed out from the tip, and you gathered it in your thumb so you could smooth it over his skin. The ache between your thighs was growing.

A soft noise broke the silence in the room, and that was the final straw.

You quickly straddled him, skipping any foreplay on your part in favor of lining his cock up with your entrance and sinking down on it. The stretch stung at first, but as you lowered yourself, it quickly dissolved into pleasure as his length pressed up against all of your good spots. You would never get over how good he felt inside you.

Bracing your hands on his muscular thighs, you started to move your hips, softly lifting them only to drop back down. He was moaning now, the sound spurring you on as it echoed throughout the room, in harmony with the wet sounds from your combined flesh. One hand left his thigh so you could rub circles on your clit, carefully balancing your weight on the other hand as you sped up.

The power you had over him now was intoxicating. For all you knew, he thought he was having a very pleasant and oddly realistic wet dream in his unconcious state. He had no real way of knowing that you were bouncing on his cock, and that sent a jolt of pleasure through you.

He'd started to thrust up into you at some point, and you timed you movements so that he'd thrust up while you pushed down, sending his cock right into your g-spot. Each thrust sent a new wave of pleasure right through you, and the coil in your belly was getting tighter and tighter by the second. Your voice joined his, creating an exquisite melody of pleasure.

His hips sped up, movements getting harsher, and you knew he was close, too. You let the pleasure run through you, desperate to time it so that you came together.

You had the privilege of seeing the exact moment he woke up.

His eyes flew open, blue irises hazy with both sleep and pleasure, brows furrowed as his head tilted back into the pillow.

"S-Starlight?"

"Xavier," you moaned, right on the edge of your orgasm. His hands near flew to your hips as he sped up, both of you chasing your pleasure.

"You really—oh, God, fuck—"

The tension in your gut exploded, and you let out a loud moan, your pussy clenching around his cock desperately as you rode your high. You could feel something warm ooze into you as he cursed below you, slamming you back down and holding you there.

The two of you panted together for a moment before he moved, flipping you and pinning you to the mattress.

"H-huh?" you squeaked, eyes going wide.

"I want my breakfast now, Starlight. Won't you give it to me?"

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!

[azure-nevermore]

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫.)

𝐳𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (18+ content ahead!!!) || explicit sexual content, sugar daddy!au, age gap, phone sex, PiV sex, cunnilingus, squirting

NOTE: this is the version without the daddy kink; you can find the version with it here!

𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜-𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚘𝟹

This was a stupid idea.

Bathed in a stark white glow, you stared at the computer screen, the website's soft pink logo reflecting in your irises.

A couple of days ago, you and your lovely, charming, adorable best friend Tara had gone out to lunch together. The two of you had been absolutely swamped with work as of late and had barely seen each other in the office, let alone outside of it. Thankfully, the frequency of Wanderer attacks had seemingly dropped down, so you could finally hang out again.

You loved being a Hunter. Getting to help people every day was the highlight of your life, and the fact that it paid decently well didn't hurt. Subsidized housing, plenty of vacation days, and paid sick/injury leave all went a long way in curbing your frustration when you got called in for a 3AM Wanderer sighting.

The issue was that you wanted more cash. Twinkle Toys was releasing new plushies faster than you could preorder them. You kept seeing ads for that new game console, and the new games on it were recieving rave reviews. Even the damn cruise ship companies couldn't stop sending you coupons for 10k Gold off of a vacation in the Azurie Islands. It just wasn't fair.

You were bemoaning your lack of extra funds to Tara when, out of the blue, she gives you the most unexpected solution to your problem, possibly ever.

"You should get a sugar daddy!"

Mouth open, you stared at her in shock. What would possess her to say that? In a public cafe, no less!

"No, seriously! How do you think I got the money for those brand new cat ear headphones? Well, mine is a sugar mommy, but—"

"Hang on." You put your hand out in front of you, signaling for her to stop. "You have a sugar mommy?"

"Yeah!" She excitedly nodded. "Pays me and everything."

"And…what do you do to get this money, exactly?"

Tara leaned in close, cupping her hands around your ears so she could whisper. "Mostly just video calls, but sometimes I masturbate for her using the toys she bought me."

You were at a loss for words.

"It's fun! And I get lots of money for it," she finished, leaning back.

"I, um…how did you find her?"

"There's a website for it! Multiple, actually, but I use this one." Your best friend types an address into her phone and holds it out for you to look.

SugarConnection is printed at the top, in bold, curly baby pink lettering. The home page of the site displays a wall of photos of wannabe sugar daddies and mommies, along with their usernames and how much they're willing to pay. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head at the amount some people are willing to pay.

"Holy shit."

"Yeah! You should totally make an account. You can always delete it if you don't like it!"

And, for some godforsaken reason, you did.

Setting up your account was pretty easy—a lot of drop-down menus and things to check off. Luckily, they only asked for your date of birth in terms of personal info; you were glad they left the payment details up to the person, you really didn't want to give your banking info to a seedy website. You did have to provide photos of yourself to complete the process, so you ended up posting one of your more recent gym pics and made a casual selfie from your last vacation your icon.

The real issues started when you began looking for a sugar daddy. SugarConnection worked on a so-called "matching" system where the site would match you to the canidates you thought would be a good fit. You had input your age preferences to "within 5 years" on the profile creation tab, but for some reason, it kept recommending you men several decades older than you. To make things even worse, it kept showing you men who had "sex" marked as something they wanted, even after you triple-checked that you had unchecked that option.

You didn't go around telling people this, but the truth was that you were a virgin. You'd fooled around with a couple of guys in college, but since you started as a Hunter, you'd been too busy for any serious relationships. In all honestly, you'd never had anything bigger than two fingers inside of yourself. As such, you had some serious hesitations about having sex with a guy you barely knew, even if he was paying a boatload of money for it.

After about the 17th refresh, you were about to throw in the towel, when, like a message from the heavens, a new profile popped up.

DoctorSnowman.

You had to do a double take at the profile picture. This guy…he wasn't practically 80. You couldn't believe younger guys even used this site, after all the grandpas you'd seen.

And he was hot.

Instinctually, you clicked on his profile.

You were immediately greeted with a much larger version of his profile picture. Dark hair, a gorgeously aquiline nose and warm, pretty hazel eyes. It was a pretty standard picture—just a bedroom selfie in front of a full-length mirror—but his looks were so good that it made it ten times better.

Of course, you scrolled down to look at the rest.

The first surprise was his age. 37 years old. He did sort of look it when you scrolled back up, but 37 was an improvement over 77.

The second was that he somehow had every option checked in his Wishes list. Either this guy was some sort of closet freak or he didn't know that everything was checked by default. Probably the latter, if his sparse About Me section had anyone to do with it.

Looking for a companion. Payment amounts are open for negotiation.

That was barely more than the default text, but alright.

Luckily, he had a lot more to go off of in the Attachments section. The first picture was just the same mirror selfie again. The second was new—him sitting on a park bench, clad in a gray coat and black turtleneck, glasses balanced on his nose as he tried to feed…was that a squirrel? The third was just him sitting and sipping some coffee in a sunny cafe.

The fourth picture almost gave you a heart attack.

DoctorSnowman was ripped. Big biceps and even bigger pecs, hugged by a skintight white compression shirt, so tight in some spots that it almost looked like the fabric was barely hanging on. You could even see his nipples!!

God, I need him to put me in a headlock—

NO!! Horny thoughts, begone!!!!

Unfortunately, the horny thoughts did not go away, because you clicked on the Message button not ten seconds later.

You: Hi!! You're really hot

Of course, regret started to hit after about 30 seconds. Panicking, you sent a second message.

You: Sorry, that was the first time I've tried to connect on here, you can ignore that abhfksfjbsdv

Praying that he'd somehow never see the notification, you immediately closed the tab, shut your computer off, and threw yourself into your bed.

You weren't really feeling better about your situation the following morning. Getting so horny over a guy's tits that you tried to message him on a sugar daddy website, of all things, was certainly not your finest moment.

You were still bemoaning your stupidity when you unlocked your phone to find a SugarConnection notification email sitting in your inbox.

DoctorSnowman had actually messaged you back.

Resisting the urge to scream into your pillow, you input your login info and opened your inbox.

DoctorSnowman: Thank you.

DoctorSnowman: Your message was the first one I've recieved. It looks like we're in the same boat.

Momentarily hopping back to his profile, you check the creation date and realize that it was just a couple of weeks ago. There's no way people aren't fighting over this guy, given that he seems to be the only younger guy in existence on this godforsaken site. Also, he'd replied to your message at 2AM?? What kind of job does he have???

You: Oh hahaha

You: Sorry to bother you

DoctorSnowman: I take it you're not interested?

The new message popped up in seconds, and you almost jumped in your seat.

Now that you thought about it, you kind of felt bad for the guy. It was you that messaged first, after all. Besides, the website's filtering system was clearly so ass that it probably wasn't pushing his profile to people like it should. You could keep messaging him, at the very least.

You: I'm interested!

DoctorSnowman: Great. Nice to meet you.

You: You too!

A couple of minutes went by with no answer, and you realized he was probably waiting for you to say something.

You: Maybe you could tell me something about yourself?

DoctorSnowman is typing…

It took him enough time to reply that your breakfast was ready by the time you got the notification.

DoctorSnowman: I'm 37 years old and a cardiac surgeon. Fitness, sports, and reading are my main hobbies. I like snowboarding the best.

You could fucking tell his hobby was fitness, all right. Tits like that did not occur naturally.

You: Fun!! I'm a Hunter, so I also do a lot of fitness, lmao

DoctorSnowman: Ah, impressive. That must be a difficult job.

You: Yeah, but I like to help people

DoctorSnowman: We have something in common, then. :)

Okay, that was cute.

DoctorSnowman: Is there a specific reason why you've decided to become a sugar baby? I understand that the Hunter's Association pays a fair wage, but perhaps I am misinformed.

You: They pay plenty!! I just want some extra cash hbfvbfd

DoctorSnowman: I see.

Well, if he asked why would wanted to be a sugar baby, you guessed it was fine to ask him why he wanted to be a sugar daddy. Maybe we was a closet freak after all.

You: What about you?

It took him a couple of minutes to respond, and you got worried that you'd crossed a boundary somewhere. When the notification popped up, you instantly opened it.

DoctorSnowman: I want companionship. I would like a serious relationship at some point in the future, but my previous relationships have all ended poorly because I can't commit much time to my partner due to the nature of my job. Sex is optional; I will pay for your time regardless.

This poor, poor man. It must be really bad if he's looking for someone to talk to on a sugar baby site, of all places. You felt so bad for him!!

You: I'm so sorry

DoctorSnowman: Don't be. I am used to it.

You: Do you want to exchange contact info? I'd be down to meet up with you, just to try things out

DoctorSnowman: Of course.

The next message was his phone number. You tapped on it, adding it to your contacts, and once you sent the first message, it gave you the option to autofill the rest of his profile.

His name was Zayne Li, and his profile picture was a picture of him in an insanely tight turtleneck, the same pair of glasses perched on his nose. Holy fuck.

You couldn't help yourself. You took a screenshot.

Well, Zayne was certainly not lying when he said that his schedule made things difficult, because a month had gone by and you still hadn't managed to meet the man in person yet. You both tried to set up a time to meet, but almost every time he ended up having to handle an emergency surgery. It was like everyone in Linkon with a heart condition was dead-set on the two of you never meeting face-to-face. The one time he didn't have any surgeries, there was an emergency Wanderer attack that forced you to cancel. You were dying. You needed to see this guy's tits in person.

Of course, that didn't mean you didn't have any online fun.

Zayne was a surprisingly pleasant man to talk to. He was a little slow to respond to messages, sure, but he always had something interesting to say. The two of you once had a surprisingly in-depth conversation about the best cupcakes at the local bakery, for one thing. At some point along the way, your conversations had transcended texting into phone calls and then video calls. The first time you heard his voice, you thought you could faint with how hot it was.

The real fun started on a Friday afternoon. You had recieved a new dress in the mail (you'd bought it for your date with him, but he didn't need to know that), and you tried it on, extremely happy with how sexy and beautiful it made you feel. You snapped a picture and, spurred on by the ego boost it gave you, sent it to Zayne.

When you saw his reply, you almost dropped your phone.

Zayne Li sent $100!

Holy shit.

There had to be some mistake, right? It had to be easy to accidentally send someone $100 through text. Hopefully there was an easy way to return the money if it was an accident.

Zayne Li: Beautiful. Is that a new dress? It's very flattering on you.

You stared at the new message, mouth agape. Is he just ignoring that he accidentally sent you one hundred dollars??

You: Did you mean to send me $100????

Zayne Li: I did, yes.

There was no way.

Zayne Li: Think of it as compensation for your patience.

Zayne Li: Or a thank you for the picture. Either way.

Curious, you snapped another picture, one where you leaned forward so that your chest was on display, and sent it. Seconds later, you got another notification.

Zayne Li sent $100!

Oh, this could be fun.

The next picture exchange came a week later, with a post-gym selfie you'd taken, still in your workout gear. You'd been talking to Zayne earlier about your gym routine, and sent the picture without thinking. It was a bit of a jumpscare to see the Zayne Li sent $100! message in your notifications.

However, this time, he followed it up with a picture of his own.

The white compression shirt had made a reappearance, holding on for dear life, but this time Zayne had pulled the hem up to show off his glistening abs. A trail of trimmed dark hair led downward, disappearing into the waistband of his sweatpants.

You almost fell over.

Fuck, he's hot.

What the hell were you supposed to do with this? Send $100 back???

After a little bit of thinking, you shed your top and took a picture of yourself in just your sports bra. You were still a little shiny with sweat still, giving you a gentle glow in the ambient light of your bedroom.

Zayne quickly sent $150 in response. The more skin, the better, apparently. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head, and you practically ran to your computer, snickering.

You got a package in the mail a couple of days later. Cutting the box open, you smiled down at the ice blue lace waiting for you. You'd picked out a pretty lingerie set online; an interesting impulse buy, considering that your underwear tastes usually leaned a little more practical, but what was the harm in buying something nice for once? Even if it didn't elict the desired response from Zayne, it was still a nice treat for yourself.

You slipped it on, amazed at how soft and comfortable the material felt against your skin. It fit well, hugging your body perfectly and accentuating your features. You also slipped on a pair of sheer thigh-high stockings, a free gift from the lingerie company, and pulled on a robe to seal the deal, tying it so that it gave a gratuitous view of your chest.

After a couple minutes of posing and taking pictures, you sent your first text to Zayne.

You: Zayneeee

You: I bought something cute today

It took a couple of minutes for him to respond, so you busied yourself with taking some more pictures in the meantime, shooting a few to Tara and Simone.

Zayne Li: Oh? Did you buy those new headphones you were telling me about last week?

In response, you sent your first picture: you standing in front of the mirror, one leg tucked behind the other and one hand held behind your back.

His response was almost instantaneous.

Zayne Li sent $200!

Zayne Li: Wow. What a beautiful color on you.

You sent a second picture, this one with your back turned to the mirror, your back on full display as the fabric of your robe slipped down your arms.

Zayne Li sent $250!

Zayne Li: Incredible.

Zayne Li: Have you ever been told that the slope of your back is stunning? I'd like to trace it with my tongue.

You felt your face burn as you read his message. This was new; you'd certainly occasionally discussed things of a little more suggestive variety, but the two of you had never gone so far as to talk about actually doing sexual stuff to each other before.

You: Really???

Zayne Li: Yes.

Zayne Li: I like to use my mouth.

Dear God, okay. You were not expecting that.

Frankly, you had no idea what to say in response to that, so you sent a third picture instead; this time, one with you on your knees, robe fully open and hanging from your elbows.

Zayne Li sent $300!

Zayne Li: Gorgeous.

Zayne Li: You have such beautiful tits. And those thighs…I'd like to pull those panties down and put my cock between your thighs. Would you like that?

Suddenly feeling bold, you slipped the robe and bra off and snapped another picture, still on your knees. You were feeling so, so horny. Before you knew it, you'd spread your legs, your fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties to slide them through your wetness. You sent the pic before pressing your fingertips to your clit and rubbing gently, letting the pleasure slowly flow through you.

A ringing sound blared out through the room, and you jolted, surprised, as an incoming call from Zayne came up on your phone. You accepted the call, frozen.

"Hello," Zayne's smooth, soft voice said through the speaker. "Is there a reason why you've been stripping for my viewing pleasure while I'm in office?"

"I thought it would be fun," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady as you rubbed at your clit.

"Oh? Not for the money?" He let out a quiet chuckle, and you could feel yourself clench.

"I don't c-care about the money."

"Hm?"

You moved your hand to position your fingers at your entrance, two of them sinking inside with a loud, audible squelch.

You froze.

There was a moment of silence before Zayne spoke again. "My dear. Are you touching yourself?"

"Zayne," you moaned back, dropping all pretenses as you started to massage your G-spot.

The sound of a zipper being pulled down sounded through the speaker, followed by the rustling of fabric, and fuck, did that just make you more horny.

"Poor thing," he cooed, voice a little darker than before. "Did you rile yourself up?"

"Mmhmm."

"Can you tell me what you're doing?"

"My fingers are in my pussy," you moaned, pressing them harder into your G-spot as hot pleasure coiled in your stomach.

"Are you thrusting them in and out, or are you stimulating your G-spot?"

"G-spot—ahh—"

"Good girl. I bet it feels wonderful deep in your belly, doesn't it?" You could hear some vague wet noises in the background, but you weren't focusing on them, too keyed into the sensation of your fingers pressing against that sensitive spot inside you.

"Yes…"

"Good. Can you take them out and rub your clit for me?"

You obeyed, your fingers leaving your cunt with a squelch and trailing upwards. "Yes, Zayne—mmph—"

"That's my good girl." The wet sounds in the background sped up. "Go ahead and pet your clit, darling. Nice and slow. Don't rush; let it build."

Every inch of you was screaming to rub fast, not slow, but you did as he said regardless, letting the pleasure spread and build in slow, gentle waves.

"Feels so good," you moaned, head tilting back as you basked in the sensation, getting closer by the second.

"Keep going, dear," he urged, voice rough. The wet sounds on his end had gotten even louder, and they joined with the sounds that you were making to create an unholy symphony. As you continued to pleasure your clit, your brain imagined that it was his hand doing the work, skilled fingers pressing and rubbing against you as he murmured praises into your ear.

The thought was enough to send you over the edge, and you cried out as you came, pleasure racing through your body as warmth gathered between your thighs. You could vaguely hear him let out a pleased grunt from the other end as the wet noises ceased.

The two of you panted in tandem for a while, and you let your body relax, leaning against the mattress.

"We need to meet up soon," he said as his breath evened out. "I'll clear my schedule."

Meet up soon, you did, the two of you managing to carve out the next Friday evening from your busy schedules. He'd picked out a nice Italian spot for the two of you, a cozy, intimate restaurant tucked away in an alleyway that served the best spaghetti you'd ever had in your life.

Your dinner together went well—talking with Zayne had proved to be easy thus far, and you were surprised that your conversation flowed even better in person. He was attentive, making sure your drink was always full and wiping away a smear of pasta sauce that had gotten stuck on the corner of your lips. Of course, he also paid for your dinner, and even let you splurge on dessert (as long as you let him have a couple of bites, the greedy man).

You were both sat in his car, the radio playing soft jazz to fill the silence, when he dropped a bomb.

"Would you like to come back to my place?"

He said it lightly, almost as if there was no expectation for an answer at all. His eyes briefly glanced at you before returning to the road.

Ever since your phone sex situation, you'd been giving the idea of sex with Zayne some serious thought. He'd reassured you that there was no pressure for you to do anything sexual with him, despite the nature of your relationship, and you could tell that he meant it. Despite that, though, you felt like you owed him your body for the amount of money he'd been sending your way.

And….you wanted to sleep with him, if you were being honest. You found him incredibly attractive (his gym selfies lived rent-free in your mind), and the side of himself he'd displayed on your call was something you'd definitely like to see again. No harm in giving it a try, you figured.

There was just one hangup, though. Your virginity.

Logically, you knew it wasn't something to be self-concious about. It didn't change anything, in the end—you'd just never gone farther than touching someone else. That being said, you still felt a little shy about it.

"If you want to go on home, I'll happily take you," he added softly, perhaps sensing your thoughts.

"Can I tell you something?"

He looked at you as the car pulled to a stop at the red light.

"I'm a virgin," you admitted, clutching your hands together in your lap. "Is that—is that a problem?"

He blinked at you, silent, and anxiety started to build in your chest.

"I'm sorry—"

"Why would that be a problem?"

It was now your turn to blink at him.

"It just means we'll need to be careful. That's all." The light turned green, and he turned his attention back to the road.

You reached out to take his hand, easing it off the gearshift before placing it on the meat of you thigh. You'd worn a dress with a slit in the skirt, and part of his hand slid underneath the fabric, his skin warm against yours.

"I would love to come over."

He smiled, switching into a turn lane and heading towards the residential district.

Zayne's house was quite nice—small, but modern in a way that felt welcoming and luxurious rather than cold and impersonal. He opened the door for you, helping you out and guiding you inside with a hand on your lower back.

"Make yourself comfortable," he said as the two of you stepped inside, motioning towards the living room while he walked off to turn on the lights. You shucked off your heels and made a beeline for the couch, sinking into the cushions.

After a moment, he sat down beside you, taking the remote and turning the TV on to some travel channel before slinging an arm over the back of the couch. You leaned your head on your shoulder and let your hand rest on his upper thigh. Wow, that was one muscular thigh. Letting your curiosity get the best of you, you squeezed the flesh gently, relishing in how squishy it felt under your fingers.

"Did you agree to come just so you could grope me?" he teased, turning his face towards you.

"Maybe," you teased back with a grin.

You saw his gaze drop to your lips, and his hand lifted to brush his knuckles against your cheek.

"Does this mean I can grope you too, then?"

In lieu of a response, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. His other hand immediately went to your face, cupping your cheek as you sighed into the kiss. When you parted, he immediately went back for more, licking into your mouth and surging forward so that you eventually ended up under him against the cushions.

"If you don't like it, tell me to stop," he panted, letting his lips descend down to your throat as your hands landed on his shoulders. He kissed a wet trail down your skin, hands slipping beneath your back to undo the zipper of your dress. The fabric loosened, and he pulled it down, revealing the plain black bra you'd worn underneath. You started to mentally kick yourself for not wearing something sexier, but that line of thought was interrupted when his head slipped further down and started to softly lick at the tops of your breasts.

"Zayne," you gasped as he slipped one strap off your shoulder, exposing a nipple to the cold air.

"Even prettier in real life," he muttered to himself before drawing your nipple in his mouth. You let out a strained noise as he started to shower it with attention, sucking gently before lapping at it with his tongue. The hand that wasn't cradling your back slipped out from underneath you in order to slip the other cup of your bra down so he could squeeze your other tit.

"That feels nice," you sighed as he let your nipple slip from his mouth. "Keep going…"

In response, he sucked your other nipple into his mouth, rolling it against his tongue as your back arched into the contact. You could feel yourself grow wet between your thighs, a familiar ache settling there.

His hands slipped down to your waist, grabbing the bunched-up fabric of your dress before pulling away so he could slip it past your hips and down your waist. You felt your cheeks warm a little; at least your panties were black lace, a step up from your bra.

"Has anyone ever kissed you here?" he asked, nudging your thighs apart with his hands.

"Between my legs?" you squeaked as he started to lower his head and press kisses against the supple flesh of your thighs.

He hummed in acknowledgement. "It's a wonderful place to be kissed, my dear. Let me show you."

His hand slip between your legs, gently rubbing your sex through the fabric of your panties before easing the gusset to the side.

"You're pretty everywhere," he cooed, breath fanning against your wet, flushed skin.

Then, you felt something warm trace a path against your cunt, and you gasped, head falling back against a pillow. He continued to softly lick you, eliciting obscene wet noises as your thighs twitched.

"This-this isn't fair!" you panted as he tasted you, fingers tangling in his hair in an attempt to pull him away.

"Not fair?" He lifted his head to gaze at you, and your eyes widened as you noticed how shiny his mouth was. "Darling, you may not know this, but pleasuring you is extremely enjoyable."

One fingertip pressed against your clit, and you shuddered at the contact.

"It's good that it's me taking your first time, and not some boy who'd rather fuck you and forget you." He started to rub your clit, fingertip moving back and forth against the nub, and your hips moved of their own accord, pressing up into the contact. "Wouldn't you like me to teach you how being pleasured feels?"

His words went straight between your thighs as heat rushed through you. There was something so exhilarating about being talked to like that; you could give your everything to Zayne, knowing that you would be safe in his hands as he taught you the ways of pleasure.

He dipped back down, letting his tongue loll out to replace his fingertip on your clit, flicking and pressing down. When he sucked the sensitive flesh into his mouth, you felt pleasure shoot through you and cried out, louder than intended—

"Zayne!"

He hummed, the vibrations increasing your pleasure. "That's right, my dear. Let Zayne take care of you. Keep singing my name, just like that."

He continued to suck as his fingers pressed into you, immediately massaging into your G-spot, and you moaned, pulling at his hair and coaxing a groan from him. God, you'd never felt anything this good.

You started to writhe under him as you felt your orgasm start to build, a knot of pleasure tightening in your gut. He moved to thrust his fingers directly into your G-spot while lapping at your clit, and your knees automatically pulled up towards your stomach.

"Zayne—Zayne, please—close!!—"

"Go ahead and come, darling," he purred, sealing his mouth over your clit once more.

One more suck, and you were gone.

You came, hard, pleasure racing through you as you squeezed his head between your thighs and writhed, near sobbing at how good it felt. He continued to rock his fingers into you, pace slowing, as he let your clit slip out from his mouth, your slick shining on his chin.

Zayne had lifted himself to face you as you calmed, still panting.

"How was that?" he asked gently, almost infuriatingly peaceful after giving you the best orgasm you'd ever had.

You noticed that he, somehow, still had clothes on, so you started to grasp at the fabric, whining as shaky hands attempted to pull—or rip—it off.

"Take these off!"

"I assume you want more, then?" He leaned back, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it slip down his shoulders and arms. His body was even more sexy impressive in real life—it was like he'd been sculpted by some benevolent god just for your viewing pleasure. That chest!

You couldn't help yourself. Your hands shot up to grope his tits as he worked at his belt.

"Oh?" He met your gaze. "Is it your turn now?"

"Shut up."

He pushed his pants down his legs and shuffled out of them as you continued to squeeze as his chest. Your eyes trailed downward, and you followed the thin happy trail as it disappeared into the waistband of his boxers, then further down to the utterly massive bulge between his legs.

Holy shit.

You heard a chuckle from above you—Zayne must have seen the look on your face as you stared at the sizable tent in the fabric. "Do you want to see?"

Your head started to nod before you could even think, and he eased the waistband down, letting his cock spring out into the open.

His cock was long, thick, jutting out from a base framed in neatly trimmed black hair (with a couple of gray strands here and there, but you weren't going to comment on that). A bead of precum leaked out from the tip, shining prettily in the dim light.

You stared at it for a moment, then drew your legs apart, one hand reaching between your legs to spread your folds.

"Please put it in," you asked in the sweetest voice you could muster. "I want your huge cock inside me."

His eyes darkened, pupils expanding, and you were being dragged towards him by your ankles before you knew it. He lifted your hips with one hand, shoving a pillow under them before grinding his cock against you.

"You little minx," he near growled. "What a sweet girl you are."

"Inside, ple—"

His cock started to slip inside you, and you tensed for a moment, the stretch stinging a little.

"Shhh," he cooed above you. "Relax for me, darling. Breathe."

You obeyed, letting air flow into your lungs, and felt yourself relax as he continued to rock into you. His cock felt better the further it traveled, pressing against good spots you didn't even know you had.

When his tip brushed you cervix, you gasped, feeling his hips finally meet yours. You felt so full, the pressure comforting in a strange way.

"There we go," he breathed. "Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead as you reached up to pull him closer.

"Move, please, move!"

He started to move, then, letting one of your legs relax as he pushed the other up and pulled his cock out, all the way to the tip, before slipping it back inside. You let out a moan, nails digging into the skin of his back. The friction felt utterly divine.

Zayne set an easy pace above you, rocking in and out of you slowly as you both savored the sensation. The position you were in let the head of his cock brush against your G-spot as he pushed it inside, coaxing soft moans and gasps out of you with each thrust. You didn't know that it could feel this heavenly.

You wanted more.

Earnestly, you pushed you hips downward as he thrust, crying out at the pleasure that the force brought you.

"Does my darling want it harder?" he purred into your ear.

"Yes!!"

He responded by thrusting with more force, and you started to moan louder, scraping your nails down his back as intense pleasure began to gather in your belly. You could get addicted to the feeling.

"So tight around me…what a wonderful girl you are for me. Keep making those pretty sounds, dear." Zayne pressed kisses along your jawline, his gentle lips a stark contrast to the harsh movements of his hips. One of his hands slipped between your bodies to massage your clit, and you whined, your orgasm quickly approaching.

"I'm close," you panted, gripping him tightly as he moved above you.

"Mmmm, good," he groaned, speeding up a bit. "That's my girl. Make a mess for me, honey."

With a final swipe against your clit and brush against that spot inside of you, the pleasure in your belly burst, and you shuddered as pure bliss crashed into you, a wanton moan falling from your lips.

The two of you lay still for a moment, you coming down from your high, before you had a realization.

He hadn't come yet. There was a suspicious lack of warm, gooey fluid inside of you. That wouldn't do, not at all. You needed this man's cum inside of you.

"Again," you said suddenly.

Zayne looked at you, a little incredulous.

The more you thought about it, the more you were sure that you could take another round. Anything to get Zayne to cum. You'd probably let him fuck your ass if he wanted.

"Please?" you added, giving him a little pout.

He sighed, the action fond, before lifting himself. "Lay on your stomach, darling."

You disentangled yourself from him and did as he said, resting your lower belly and spreading your legs while he settled behind you. You could feel your clit brush up against the plush fabric of the pillow, and a little thrill of excitement shot through you.

The two of you let out a pleased sigh as he pressed back in, and you shivered at how sensitive you felt now. He was so large to begin with, and he felt even larger now, his length seemingly carressing every inch inside you. You didn't have words for how good it felt.

"Mmmm….your cock is so big! I feel so full…." you moaned, wiggling your hips a bit.

Taking the hint, Zayne pulled out just to thrust back in, the movement almost punishing. Fuck, it felt even better this time—were you still sensitive from your last orgasm? He pistoned in and out of you, his only intent chasing your mutual pleasure, as you cried out in sheer bliss. Your clit pressed against the pillow with each thrust, and you could already feel another orgasm starting to build.

"Ohhh—Zayne, please—"

"Does it feel good, darling?"

"Yes!!!" You were almost dizzy with pleasure now, the coil in your belly growing tight at an alarming rate. Each thrust sent him right into your G-spot, the pressure making your thighs shake.

"Do you want me to come inside? Get you nice and full with my cum?"

"Fuck, please—" You gripped the cushions as his thrusts got even faster, his pace feeling almost inhuman. There was so much pressure inside of you, so much delicious friction, that you felt like you could explode. You felt a strange urge in your belly, like something was about to escape, and you started to desperately claw at the armrest of the couch, the sensation too much and not enough at the same time.

"Be a good girl and come all over me, baby."

The coil snapped violently, and you felt something gush out of you as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, an actual sob escaping you as a tear ran down your cheeks. Scratch what you said earlier—this was the best orgasm of your life. Vaguely, only barely cutting through your pleasure, you heard Zayne grunt above you before something deliciously warm and thick shot inside of you.

You floated in a happy little world filled with cotton and feathers for a while, basking in pure happiness and bliss, before you slowly came up for air, still laying in the same position that he'd fucked you in.

Zayne shifted behind you, easing his cock out of you, and you whined and squirmed before freezing.

The entire couch—pillow and all—was wet underneath you.

Did you pee???

"Fuck," you cursed, scramling to get up. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Zay—"

"It's not urine."

You froze again, gaze snapping to Zayne.

"You ejaculated," he explained calmly, a soft smile on his lips. "Don't worry. It's very normal."

"I—what?"

"Another name for it is squirting."

Speechless, you blinked at him. You squirted?

"I've never known someone to do that during their first time," he added, "but perhaps you are more remarkable than I thought."

You stared at him for a moment before a laugh bubbled up from your chest. God, you sure did have a tendency to get yourself in crazy situations.

"Let me go get you some water." Zayne quickly retrieved a blanket and tossed it over you before walking to the kitchen, and you could hear the water running. Shakily, you wrapped the blanket around yourself, initially trying to scoot to a dry portion of the couch before a glob of cum slipped out of you and you decided that moving was a horrible idea.

"I'll pay for your couch to get cleaned," you said as he approached, reaching out to take the offered glass.

"No need. I will happily take care of it."

"…You're not mad that I ruined it?"

He chuckled, sitting down next to you. "Not at all. In fact, I might treasure this couch even more now that you've—"

Your hand quickly shot out to press against his mouth.

"Not another word."

There was laughter in his eyes, but he complied, smiling when you lowered your hand.

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!

divider credit: cursed-carmine

[azure-nevermore]

𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚗!

𝚣𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (18+ content ahead!!!) | explcit sexual content, idol!MC/you

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: i was listening to the second irene and seulgi album and this idea hit me like a sack of bricks lmao. stan red velvet

famed cardiac surgeon zayne li has a little secret: he's obsessed with a girl group. well, not the whole group, necessarily. just you. you're his bias. how could he not love you? he'd thought he was dreaming the day a group of nurses started talking about the newest girl group that linkon entertainment was debuting and they mentioned your name. there was no way his childhood friend managed to fulfill her dreams of being an idol, but sure enough, you were in the picture they showed him. he started stanning you right then and there. it had been three years since that fateful encounter, and he'd been following you ever since. the other girls were talented, sure, but it was like you were the only person on stage when he tuned in to your performances or music videos. he owned every album, every photocard--even the rarest ones that he had to cough up part of his surgeon salary for--and even the group's limited-edition lightstick (always set to your signature color, of course). he'd even managed to see you in concert last time you came to linkon city. a 28-year-old man, still in his suit and tie, stood out among the crowd, but he couldn't care; not when you were so close to him. recently, your management had announced that you were finally going to release a solo album. for some stupid reason, you were the last to debut solo, so the entire fandom was hyping up the release. he hadn't been able to watch the lead single's MV livestream, nor participate in the leadup to the album's release, so he went into it completely blind. he was shocked when he pushed play and sultry RnB flooded into his ears. zayne was expecting something, well....pop-y, like the kind of music your group usually put out. this was vastly different. this was.....downright sensual.

his gaze was transfixed on the screen as you danced, caressing some nameless backup dancer's chest as you crooned into his ear. god, he wished that was him. the outfit you were wearing could be called revealing in polite company; he'd call it outright lingerie. the light blue lace was incredibly flattering on you, and the low cut of the neckline was making him sweat. zayne was hard by the time the video ended. pressing play again, he unfastened his trousers, pushing down his boxers to free his red, leaking cock. sure, he'd fantasized about you before (and it was a little parasocial, you didn't have to remind him), but he'd never gone as far to touch himself while watching a music video. that all changed now. as you sang about being wooed, he palmed himself, letting out a muffled groan. you crawled on the mattress as he started to lazily stroke himself, teasing the head with his thumb. what kind of person does this make me?, he wondered. not like you'd ever know about it; you'd probably forgotten all about the young boy you knew back then. there was something a little thrilling about that fact. he pressed replay over and over and over, letting your voice wash over him as he fervently thrust into his hand. if he tried hard enough, he could pretend that the hand was yours, soft gentle, as you stroked him and told him how much you'd missed him. as you sang the final note of the song, he came, letting out a loud groan as his spend splattered onto his hand. and, once he'd recovered, he opened a new tab in his broswer and began to type: UNICORNS next fansign dates

𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐!

[azure-nevermore]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 (𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭? 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭)

𝐳𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (18+ content ahead!!!) || explicit sexual content, PiV sex, cunnilingus, spanking, inappropriate use of swords, throne of eros AU, forbidden love, teacher/student relationship (sort of), female reader/afab terminology

this fic contains aeon's curse card spoilers (sort of).

Zayne Li, Grand General of Her Majesty's Imperial Army, was sexually frustrated, and it was your fault.

He wanted you, in every way—physically and emotionally. If there were no barriers separating the two of you, he would have married you by now, and the two of you would be living the perfect domestic life off in a little cabin on a snowy planet somewhere. Heart, body, and soul, he was yours. It was like he couldn't help but love you, silly antics and all.

And he could tell you were attracted to him, too. None of his other students had ever clung to him at every noise or climbed into his lap when they got tired, let alone flirting with him at every opportunity, fluttering your eyelashes as you gazed up at him. He'd even caught you staring at him as he got a cut on his side treated, shirt pulled off for the moment.

Unfortunately for him, he could never be yours in the way he wanted to be. For one thing, he was a commoner, albeit one who had raised himself as far up in polite society as was allowed, and you were the Empress, the newest ruler in a centuries-long royal line. He really should never have been allowed to speak to you, let alone be close to you in any way.

To make things even worse, he wasn't quite sure if you loved him or were just attracted to him physically. He didn't want to force you into a relationship if you didn't want him in the same way he wanted you. He'd be willing to sacrifice his own happiness over chaining you to him.

The issue is that he could not stop thinking about you. Sexually. It was fine when he had battles and battalions and troop movements to concern himself with; he could just collapse in bed and pass out before his urges got the best of him. It was worse when he was back at the palace, where he could see the real you, hear your voice, touch you, but he couldn't have you. Not in the way he craved.

He wanted to hold you in his arms and shower you with kisses. He wanted to carry you to his bed, setting you down gently before slowly removing every stitch of clothing on your body. He wanted to make love to you, slowly, softly, while murmuring words of love into your ear. He wanted to fuck you, hard and fast, while you cried and sobbed and begged for more pleasure. It was killing him that he'd likely never be able to do that.

His desires had been manageable, at first. He'd ignored it until he couldn't anymore, and then he took matters into his own hands, pleasuring himself while he hissed our your name and imagining that his hands were yours. This helped for a time, but it wasn't sustainable.

The last time he'd visited, he'd taken dinner with your in you private chambers. It was bad enough that the entire room carried a subtler version of your scent, but you had been so clingy that evening. You'd leaned against him, toyed with his hand, and even got up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek as he left. He'd left in a daze, stumbling back in the direction of his chambers, mind far, far away.

A maid had come up to him, then—from the laundry, if his mind served correctly. She'd spoken so sweetly to him, asking if something was the matter, but he was struck by how much she resembled you. She had the same nose, same angle of the jaw, and almost the same shine as in your eyes. He didn't fully remember how it happened, but somehow, the two of them ended up in his bed, writhing together in pleasure. If he'd called your name when he came, he hadn't said anything.

After that night, it'd become a….habit, so to speak, to seek out women who looked like you. Before he left again, he'd slept with a second maid and the daughter of one of your royal advisors. When his ship landed, he'd head out in disguise to wherever people gatherned and searched for women who looked like you if he squinted.

He hoped you never found out about the pattern.

You were very much aware of the pattern.

The thing is, you had been madly in love with Zayne ever since he'd been your sword instructor all those years ago. You'd been a little put off with his cold exterior at first, but you'd fallen for him the second he sent one of those gentle smiles your way. The way that he let his walls crumble around you made you feel special, cherished, and there was something about him that made you feel safe around him. You could tell him anything and you know your secrets would be safe with him.

Because of this, you had a habit of, well, spying on him. At first, you had done it all on your own, following him to military meetings and watching as he trained. This was before you remembered that you were, in fact, Empress, and in charge of a large cohort of court women who were prone to gossip. By this point, any piece of info about the General reached you long before it would ever reach the rest of the court.

Naturally, you'd heard about Zayne's new habit the morning after it happened. You were a little miffed that he'd gone to someone other than you for a one-night stand, but that feeling was quickly overtaken by curiosity. Years of wondering about his more private acts, and here was the perfect chance to finally get the answers you'd been craving.

You summoned the maid to your study, under the guise of a laundry complaint, and quickly remembered that meeting the Empress was quite intimidating for the average person when she came in looking like she was 5 seconds away from being executed.

"Lia, at your service, Your Majesty," she greeted, voice shaking as she curtsied. You were struck by how much she looked like you. "I was told you were displeased with how the laundry has been caring for your clothes?"

"Take a seat." You gestured at the chair in front of your desk, and she sat, looking a bit puzzled.

"The laundry thing was just an excuse," you explained, leaning forward and resting your chin on your knuckles. "I really called you here because I heard you ended up in General Zayne's bed a few nights ago."

"I'm sorry, Yo—"

"No, no, don't apologize. You don't have anything to apologize for." You gave her what you hoped was a reassuring smile. "I am curious, though. How was it?"

"…What do you mean?"

"The sex!!!" you exclaimed, maybe a bit too eagerly. "How was it? Was he big? Did he treat you well?"

Lia went on to awkwardly recount their encounter in detail, and you listened with rapt attention, nodding and asking questions if you thought she didn't give enough information. You learned that he was "quite large", in her words, and seemed skilled, if a little distant.

She was dismissed after you felt satisfied with what you'd been told, and you sat back in your chair, mind wandering. You wished he'd take you to his bed like that. Maybe he was concerned about taking your virginity? Members of the imperial family were supposed to stay "pure" until marriage—not that you really cared, you'd let Zayne have you any day. You didn't really follow the rule, either, not hesitating to touch yourself if you felt the urge or when your fantasies about your teacher got too intense.

In the following months, more interesting bits of info came to you via the rumor mill. It seemed to you like Zayne was intentionally seeking out women who looked like you; granted, there was no way of knowing that every woman he was sexually involved with shared the same looks, but it was enough to establish a pattern. Over time, a sense of glee came over you. He certainly felt something for you—either pure lust for you or something that went a bit further than that. You could work with this.

At the same time, though, doubt would occasionally creep in when you lay awake in bed at night. What if it was all just a coincidence? What if he didn't feel the same? Being the empress was already a stressful job, and it took a lot out of you; you didn't think you could handle a heartbreak on top of that. You'd spent years of your life pining after him, and you didn't want him to utterly shatter your heart.

There was only one way to find out, you supposed.

Zayne returned to the palace on a sunny, warm day, and you rushed out to greet him in a manner that was, admittedly, quite undignified and very much un-empress-like. The previous night, you'd had an extremely vivid dream that he'd scooped you up into his arms when he saw you, twirling you around before kissing you and professing his eternal, undying love for you. It was a scene straight out of the romance novels you used to read when you were younger. (You'd been disappointed when you woke up and found out thatthe dream wasn't real.)

"Zayne!" you called, running down the steps to where his ship had been docked. You could see him from across the courtyard, dark uniform standing out against the lighter-colored uniforms of his officers. His head turned when he heard your voice, and you thought you saw a slight smile cross his face as you got closer. You, thankfully, managed to skid to a stop before you crashed right into him.

"Your Majesty," he greeted, getting down on one knee and motioning for your hand. You gladly gave it to him, and he pressed a kiss to your gloved knuckles. "A pleasure to see you again."

"How was the fortress?"

"The same as always." He stood back up, straightening his coat. "I trust that all was well here in my absence?"

"It was fine!" You grabbed his arm and started to drag him back towards the palace. "Come on, I want to talk to you."

"Empress, there is no need to—"

"Just come on," you begged. He wisely stopped talking and let you pull him through the halls of the palace before the two of you got to your study.

You almost shoved him inside before pushing the door closed behind you. He took a seat in the chair in front of your desk, clearly expecting you to sit behind it, only for his eyes to widen as you grabbed another chair and pushed it right next to his.

"Is there a reason why Her Majesty is so eager to talk to me today?" he asked calmly.

"I missed you!" You took a seat and leaned on the armrest facing him, making sure to strategically place your arms so that they pushed your breasts up. You'd worn a low-cut dress on purpose today, just to see if he'd notice. His eyes flickered briefly downward, and you smiled a little wider. Score. "What did you do while you were away?"

"Not very much, I'm afraid. Reviewed the troops, did some training exercises, the usual." He smiled gently. "And what did you do?"

"Nothing else? No fun escapades? No pretty women flirting with you?"

He cleared his throat. "Nothing of that sort, no."

You knew he was lying, so you decided to probe a little more. "I'm surprised. I thought you'd have women all over you."

"I'm dedicated to my Empress. I wouldn't pay other women any more attention then necesary." He raised his eyebrow a bit, and you started to worry that he was catching on, but you had one more thing to say.

"Okay…" you sighed. "You know, Zayne, if you have any…problems, you can come to me for help, right?"

"I will keep that in mind." He shifted in his seat a bit. "Now, tell me about those nobles that have been bothering you."

You were going to go insane.

Zayne had been back for almost a week, and you'd been trying all week to get him to crack, to no avail. Even just a longing glance in your direction would be enough at this point.

The first day, you'd taken him on a walk through the gardens after your chat in the study, under the guise of showing him the new jasmine blooms. You'd hugged his elbow to his chest, and aside from clearing his throat awkwardly once or twice, you'd gotten no reaction.

The second day, you'd found him in the library and thought it was a great time to wax poetic on your favorite romance series from your teenage years. He frowned when you talked about how attractive you found the male lead and compared the character to him, but nodded along just the same.

The third day, you'd taken him some cake while he worked in his office, taking great care to lick the extra icing off your fingers and lips. You didn't notice how his hand twitched when your tongue darted out from your mouth.

The fourth day, you'd trained together, for old time's sake. You leaned into him as much as you could, aiming for the maximum amount of contact possible. Unfortunately, your little game had ended the second time you landed on the ground from failing to block one of his attacks, and he'd gently chastized you for being careless. What if someone came to your room and tried to attack you? (You'd quite like it if he came to your room and "attacked" you, actually.)

The fifth day, you decided to step it up a bit. The Khaosi Galaxy had recently reached out to the Empire requesting an alliance, and you knew that their ruler was young and unmarried. You had dinner with Zayne that night, and you made up a grand story about how he'd asked for your hand in a long, utterly romantic letter, and how the portrait he'd sent of himself had really been quite handsome. Zayne had actually cut you off when you said you wouldn't mind marrying him, reminding you that the soverign already had a long-term, male lover. He'd looked a little upset the rest of the night, but said nothing, as usual.

Last night, he'd come to your bedroom late, needing your approval for an urgent military action against the Federation under the command of one of his officers. You usually got dressed to see visitors if they came this late, but you deliberately didn't this time, coming to the door in your almost-sheer, short nightgown. He'd stared at you blankly for about 30 seconds before composing himself and continuing, and you started to mentally pull your hair out. You were convinced that would work; curse him and his endless self-control!

The worst part of it all was that the Empire Founding Ball was quickly approaching. You'd really wanted to have everything figured out by now, so you and him could (hopefully) dance the night away under the stars and be the envy of every other couple in the empire. You'd even made sure to get as much as the planning done as possible before he arrived, and even then, it'd still cut into your free time that could have been spent seducing Zayne.

At least my dress looks nice, you thought as you gazed at yourself in the mirror. The white silk, a tradional color for the imperial family, shimmered in the dim light, and would surely be dazzling under the moonlight. Your hair had been done to perfection, and your makeup perfectly suited your features. In your opinion, you looked beautiful.

You'd like it if Zayne thought the same when he saw you.

Your handmaiden came to collect you, and you sighed internally, hoping that maybe he'd notice you tonight. If you seemed dejected, your handmaiden didn't notice as she happily gossiped about who was coming to the ball with who. The Sanctarch had supposedly promised to make an appearance, but you could care less about him. All you cared about was the possible crushing of every dream you'd ever had since Zayne became your mentor.

The ballroom looked absolutely wonderful, to your credit, white silk bathing the walls while the glass ceiling let the starlight illuminate the whole room in a gentle, ethereal glow. People were already mingling, and they paused as you were announced, almost every pair of eyes on you as you decended.

Your eyes found Zayne in the crowd instantly. He was wearing his general uniform again—did he ever take it off?—and standing off to the side, whispering to another man in a similar uniform. Probably one of his officers, if you had to guess. He didn't even bother to look at you, and a wave of frustration coursed through you.

You gave a short speech, as was traditional, and people began to swarm you when you finished, wishing you well and requesting a dance. A younger officer with a shy smile had managed to ask first, and he was charming enough that you found yourself agreeing. If Zayne wasn't going to pay you any attention, then you might as well enjoy yourself.

"Excuse me."

A familiar voice cut through the noise, and you turned to see Zayne walking towards you, eyes zeroed in on where your hand met the officer's. He stopped right in front of you, casting a shadow over the hem of your dress. Stars, he's handsome.

"I believe that the Empress would rather have her first dance with me."

Annoyance bubbled up inside you. He'd been ignoring your advances all week, and now he decided to give you some attention? You were so annoyed that you couldn't even be happy that he wanted to dance with you.

An idea shot through you. Maybe you could make him jealous!

"I want to dance with this gentleman," you declared, tugging the officer a little closer and giving Zayne a wicked grin. He opened his mouth to respond, brows furrowing, but you were already walking away with the officer.

You continued your little game all night, refusing Zayne each time for a new partner. The variety was actually quite refreshing, with people from all over the Empire attending—you even managed to dance with the Sanctarch, who was very amusing despite being a little odd at times. However, you were starting to feel a bit of regret as the night went on and you saw Zayne grow more and more upset out of the corner of your eye.

He approached you once more as you bid farewell to your current partner, a man with striking blue eyes. "Empress."

You eyed him, but stayed silent. He offered his hand. You shook your head and turned to find another partner, starting to walk away.

"I want to dance with you, Your Majesty."

You halted, casting a glance over your shoulder. He usually wasn't this forthcoming. Something about it was rubbing you the wrong way.

"For old times' sake? You used to want to dance with me every day when we were teacher and student."

You sighed. "We've moved past those days. I have another partner waiting for me."

"I just want once dance, Empress. That's all I'll ask of you." His voice remained calm, but the way his brows furrowed told you everything you needed to know.

"Well, we don't always get what we want, do we, General?" you snapped back, whirling back around. You could feel everyone's eyes on the two of you, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

"Your Majesty, if this is about earl—"

"No. I don't want to hear your lectures." You stepped closer to him, pointing your finger in his face. "I'm sick of the way you've been ignoring me, and I—"

"Calm down."

"No! I'm not going to calm down, you assho—"

"The Empress is clearly upset," he interrupted, speaking more to the crowd than to you. "Let's talk about this somewhere else." The last sentence was spoken to you, quietly, as he raised his hand to take yours and began to pull you with him as he stalked away.

"Wait, Zayne—"

The moment the doors shut behind the two of you, he turned around and hoisted you over his shoulder before heading in the direction of your quarters.

"Zayne, if you don't put me down this instant—"

"Request denied."

You continued to protest until he set you down on the lounge in your sitting roon, taking a seat across from you.

"Now that we don't have half the Empire as an audience, you can yell at me all you want." He crossed his arms, staring at you intently.

"I wasn't yelling!"

"You were yelling."

You mirrored his pose, glaring at him.

"Don't pout at me. You know full well it's not a good idea to cause a scene in front of so many people."

"Well, maybe if you hadn't been messing with me, I wouldn't have started one in the first place!" you snapped back, voice raised.

"Messing with you?" he replied, voice stern. "What do you call the last week, then?"

You froze, an embarrased heat coursing through you.

He sighed. "Let's start over. What is it that has you so upset?"

Casting your gaze to the floor, you said nothing.

"Come on. I can tell something's been bothering you."

You took a deep breath to steel yourself. "I know about the women you've slept with," you said quietly, fiddling with your gloves. "I know who they all look like. Is there a reason for that?"

He stayed silent across from you, and your heart squeezed.

"Forget it. I'm going back to the ball." You stood up, heading toward the door, when a hand caught your gloved wrist.

"What if I said…there is a reason?"

You instantly looked back at him. Zayne didn't look angry anymore; in fact, he looked nervous. Without saying a word, he let go, and you stepped closer.

"I've had…inappropriate desires towards you. For a while now." He uncrossed his arms in favor of clenching them together in his lap, eyes angled downward. "I tried to ignore it as long as I could, but…eventually, I got to a point where I couldn't anymore."

Your heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute.

"The women, they…they looked enough like you that I could fool myself into thinking that they were you."

"You should have come to me," you said softly.

"How would that have helped?" He looked up at you. "You're the Empress. I'm just a commoner. I used to be your teacher, for fuck's sake. What would be best would be for me to move on and forget I ever felt this way."

"And if I don't want you to?"

His eyes widened. "Your Majesty, don't—"

"I love you, Zayne." Admitting it felt like letting a weight slip off your shoulders. "Do you love me?"

"With my entire being," he replied, voice shaking.

"We could make it work, then."

"And go behind the entire empire's back? You can't possibly—"

You took a seat on his lap, reaching up to caress his cheek. "Don't try to end something that hasn't begun yet."

He let out a shuddering breath before reaching for you, and the next thing you knew, he was kissing you.

The kiss was gentle yet claiming, and it felt better than you'd ever dreamed. His fingers carded through your hair, ruining your hairstyle, but you couldn't bring yourself to care, not when Zayne was finally kissing you. You nibbled at his bottom lip, and he groaned softly, sending a pulse of heat to your belly.

"Stay with me tonight," you murmured once you parted, placing a hand on his chest. "I want you to make me yours."

"The ball—"

"I don't care about the ball." You drew him in again, and he gripped you even tighter, his tongue pressing against your mouth before sliding into yours. A moan slipped from your lips, and you could feel his hips jerk a little beneath you.

"We shouldn't," he panted, breaking the kiss. "You—"

"Don't you want a taste of the real thing after chasing it for so long?" You smiled as you saw his eyes grow darker. "And, besides, I've caused a scene, as you said. Maybe I need a punishment." You leaned in, breath fanning against his ear. "Won't you punish me, Master?"

His eyes met yours, and suddenly you were being lifted, one arm around you as the other wrenched the door to your bedchamber open. It near slammed shut behind the two of you, and a column of pure ice rose to seal it closed.

Zayne sat you down on the bed, tilting your chin up before capturing your lips again. His hands went to your waist, squeezing the flesh there and caressing your sides. Your hands tangled in his hair as you moaned against him again.

He pulled away, looking into your eyes. "Can you strip for me, Empress?"

Heat flooded your body at the tone of his voice, and you instantly reached behind you to begin unfastening your dress, fumbling with the laces for a moment before untying the bow and letting the bodice loosen. He helped to slip it off of you, and your undergarments went next, leaving you completely bare.

"Good girl," he murmured, voice low and soothing. "On the bed for me, now. Facing the mirror, on your knees."

You obeyed, and he shed his boots before climbing behind you, kneeling at your side as you lowered yourself.

"Because you've requested a punishment, I'll give one to you, and then you'll get your reward." You saw him reach for his sword, unbuckling it from his belt with the sheath still attached. He held it above your ass, sliding his other hand over your shoulder, his touch grounding. "Five strikes. You'll keep count for me. Are you ready?"

You nodded desperately, holding back a whimper at his words. Your pussy was already soaked in anticipation.

"Words, Empress."

"Yes, Master!"

"Very good."

The first strike came, then, enough to sting a little, but not enough to hurt. You flinched anyways, a moan catching in your throat. "One."

The second strike was a little harder, and your skin burned for a moment after the fact. "Two."

"Look at yourself in the mirror."

You made eye contact with yourself, cheeks warming.

"Much better."

He increased the intensity with the third strike, and this time, pain spread over your skin.

"Three."

A fourth strike, then, bringing more pain, but not beyond what you could handle.

"Four."

The fifth and final strike hit the hardest, and you pitched forward a little with the force of it. "F-five."

"Good girl."

His hand left your shoulder to soothe your heated skin as his sword slid between your thighs, and you ground down on it, your slick coating the sheath as you chased your pleasure.

"You did so well for me." His voice was so soothing that you felt like it could lure you into a trance if he kept talking. "I think you've more than earned your reward."

The sword disappeared from between your legs, and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He chuckled softly as he moved to kneel behind you, setting his sword aside.

You gasped as cool fingertips grazed your sex, gentle pressure rubbing against your entrance.

"Beautiful," he murmured, spreading your folds apart so he could get a better view. "Would you like me to touch you here, Empress?"

"Please," you moaned, pushing your hips back in search of further contact.

Without another word, he slid a finger inside of you, coaxing a gasp out of you as you clenched around the leather of his gloves. His fingertip found your g-spot almost immediately, and he gently pressed down, causing you to shudder and your eyes to close.

"Keep your eyes open."

You pried your eyes back open, staring at him in the mirror as he smiled down at your pussy.

"Squeezing around me so tightly…you must like your reward." He started to thrust his finger in and out of you, and you whined, pushing your hips back. "Greedy girl."

A second finger pressed against your entrance before sliding in alongside the first, a gentle stretching sensation accompanying the pleasure brewing deep inside of you.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?" His tone was soft, and surprisingly tender. You nodded, trying not to squeeze your thighs together. "I'll have to take extra care with you, then."

His fingers started to spread apart inside you, and you whimpered a little at the feeling, but the discomfort quickly dissolved into pleasure as he pressed against that spot again.

"It feels so good," you panted, feeling a familiar knot start to coil in your lower belly.

"Good. Keep letting your Master work you open for his cock." He continued to scissor you, and you started to writhe a bit, hands curling in the sheets. A part of you wondered if you could beg him to play with your throbbing clit. You kept pushing your hips back against him, seeking even more friction.

"This should be enough," he said after a while, sliding his fingers out of you. You whined at the loss of contact, but froze as he brought his hand to his mouth, eyes following the motion. Eyes closed, he slid his fingers in his mouth, gloves and all, moaning at the taste of your wetness coating the leather.

"Zayne—"

"You taste incredible." He slid his fingers out of his mouth in favor of grabbing your hips, pushing them forward while lowering himself behind you. You felt something warm and wet lick a broad stripe across your sex, starting at your clit and ending at your entrance. You choked on a moan as his tongue slid inside of you, curling in an attempt to collect as much wetness as he could. One hand left your hip to slide down between your legs, his fingertip coming to rest on your clit. He began to draw slow, even circles on the nub, and you cried out, pleasure rapidly building inside of you. You could feel him let out a pleased hum as you thrust your hips back again, thighs shaking.

"Fuck, Zayne," you whined loudly. "Please—please, I need—"

His tongue stroked you with renewed fervor as his hand drew faster circles on your clit, and you stiffened, a wave of pure bliss crashing over you as your vision went dark and you succumbed to your orgasm.

When you came to, Zayne was gently rubbing your back and thighs, humming softly. His gloves lay on the mattress, still shining with a mixture of your slick and his saliva. Your thighs shook with the force of your orgasm, and you felt like you could melt right into the mattress.

What even was that? You were no stranger to pleasure, but it had never felt that good before. You were pretty sure that it was the best orgasm you'd ever had.

"Did you enjoy your little trip to the stars?"

You rolled your eyes at him, and he laughed, patting your side. "I'll take that as a yes."

"When is it my turn?" you asked, turning a bit to see if you could spot the tent in his pants that had to be there.

"To do what?"

"To use my mouth on you."

He froze for a moment, mouth opening and closing, before squeezing your hip. "Maybe next time."

You stuck your lip out in a pout, and he laughed again. "How would you like me to make it up to you?"

You raised yourself up, grabbing a handful of his uniform. "I'd really like it if you were naked, too."

"You have to let go of me for that."

You instantly let go, and he started to unfasten his jacket and cape, letting them slide off his shoulders before tugging his shirt off. His pants followed, shucked off along with his socks, and you were given a front-row seat to him in all his glory.

His cock was hard, standing proudly between his legs, the tip red and angry as a bead of precum leaked out from the slit. A neat, trimmed trail of dark hair started at his navel and led downward to the base of his cock. You nearly drooled at the sight.

After a couple of moments of your unashamed staring, you reached out to touch it, but he caught your wrist before you could make contact. He lifted your chin with his other hand, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away.

"Back on your knees for me," he ordered gently, eyes shining with both tenderness and lust. You scrambled to obey, turning to face the mirror again as he settled himself behind you. Heart racing, you could feel something hard prod against your entrance before rubbing against your clit.

"Deep breath. Relax your body."

You did so a couple of times, eyes closed, before you felt him begin to slide in. The stretch was more intense this time, but it was quickly accompanied by pleasure as he reached further into you. You panted as he bottomed out, the tip gently pressing against your cervix as he gripped your hips. You felt so full with him inside you.

"Does it hurt?" he asked from behind you.

"No—please move, Master—"

He groaned, pulling himself halfway out of you and then thrusting back in, the tip brushing against your G-spot. His hands cupped your hips as he set a slow pace, each thrust hitting deep inside you.

"Keep looking at yourself, darling."

Your eyes snapped back to yourself in the mirror, and you could see him behind you, gaze focused on you.

"You used to tell me you didn't think—ahh—you were pretty," he said softly. "Don't you see how pretty you are now?"

You were too lost in the feeling of him inside you to really look at yourself, but you nodded anyways, hips pushing back to meet each thrust.

"That's my good girl."

You moaned at the praise, back arching as the pleasure started to coil tighter in your belly.

"Faster—ohh, Zayne—"

He sped up, pounding into you faster, and you let out a loud cry. You experimentally lifted one hand to snake it down your belly, but Zayne batted it away, one hand leaving your hips to slip between your thighs.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" His fingertips began to rub tight circles on your clit.

"Fuck!" You shuddered at the contact, hand shooting back down to steady yourself while your thighs shook. His hips kept their steady pace, jolting you forward slightly with each thrust, your tits bouncing.

"You're close, aren't you?" he moaned, sounding as if he was nearing his own orgasm. "You're so tight now—be a good girl and make a mess on your Master's cock."

With one final thrust, the coil snapped, and you came, hard. He stilled as your arms collapsed beneath you and you gently hit the mattress. You panted, writhing in the sheets as you came down from your high.

Suddenly, you realized that Zayne hadn't come like you expected him to. Surely you would have felt it if he did, right? You looked over your shoulder at him, his skin flushed as he panted, looming over you.

"Zayne, did you—"

"I like to delay my release," he explained as he caught his breath. "It feels better this way."

The two of you remained still for a moment, but you still wanted him. Experimentally, you rolled your hips back, and he groaned above you before sliding his arms under you. You let out a surprised squeak as he lifted you and pulled your back against his chest, your knees still planted on the mattress. He began to thrust into you again, and you let your head loll back onto his shoulder as you moaned softly.

"Look at me," he urged, bringing one hand to cup your tit. When you didn't respond, his other hand moved to grasp your chin, tilting your head so your gaze saw the mirror. "I want you to watch your Master as he fucks you."

His pace sped up, and you let out a cry as he started to squeeze your breast, massaging the soft flesh. His other hand teased your other nipple, and you reached back to grab his thighs.

"Is this what you think about when you touch yourself? Your Master staking his claim on you, fucking you so good you can't think straight?" Both of your nipples were being stroked now, his dextrous fingers pulling on them in time with his thrusts. You could feel your orgasm beginning to approach again.

"Gods, yes," you moaned. "I wanted it for so long—shit, there—always wanted you to bend me over that desk of yours."

"Maybe I'll do that next time, then." He moved one hand from your nipple to press down on your lower belly, sending sparks down your spine. "Take you on my desk, have you sit under it and take my cock in your mouth when my officers come in for briefings."

"Please!"

"Or maybe you'd rather have me between your legs while you sit on your throne, making you come over and over again on my tongue. Maybe you'd like to bounce on my cock while I sit in your rightful seat."

"Yes—"

"I could even bring you on my ship, breed your pussy and give the Empire its heir in the cockpit. How's that sound?"

The idea of Zayne breeding you, getting you all round and full with his child, sent your third orgasm crashing into you, spasming around Zayne's thick cock as you sobbed out your pleasure. He stilled once more inside you, wrapping his arms around you to support you as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"You still haven't…?" you murmured once you realized that Zayne hadn't come.

"Do you want me to?"

You nodded. "But I want to kiss you, too…"

"That's fine," he said fondly, disentangling himself from you so he could slip out of you and lay you down on the mattress. He climbed over you, and you wrapped your legs around his hips as he sunk into you again in one fluid stroke, pleasure trickling through you like syrup. "Better?"

"Much better."

He leaned down to kiss you, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth so he could tease it with his teeth. His thrusts were slow now, almost tender in their sensation, as one arm lifted your hips to raise them flush with his. You rolled your hips against his, barely, as the tip of his cock rubbed your g-spot, chasing another orgasm. His other hand caressed your hair, touch gentle, utterly loving.

"Mmm…Come inside, Zayne…" you purred between kisses, arms wrapping around his shoulders and breasts pressing into his chest.

He groaned in response before shaking his head. "That's not—"

"Please?" You gave him the cutest pleading eyes you could.

He sighed, speeding up just a bit with a exasperated yet fond smile. "You need to come for me first, then."

You drew him back into a kiss, sighing as you felt one more orgasm begin to creep up on you. He kept his pace steady, able to tell that you were close, and you squirmed a little as the pleasure continued to build.

"Love you," he sighed between kisses. "So much. My beautiful, perfect girl."

"Love you too."

With one final thrust, you came once more, holding him tighter as pure pleasure rushed through you and you gushed around him. He moaned your name in response, and you felt a delicious warmth seep into your pussy and fill you as he trembled above you.

The two of you stayed still for a moment, basking in bliss, before Zayne rolled onto his side, taking you with him.

"Does anything hurt?"

"I feel great," you sighed in response, stretching your legs and wiggling your toes.

"Good." He moved his hips, and his cock slid out of you, followed by a thick, sticky stream of come. You hissed at the sensation, feeling incredibly sensitive after he'd fucked you so thoroughly. He sat up, making a move to stand, but you grabbed his arm.

"Don't leave me."

He bent down to kiss your forehead. "Just getting a cloth. I'll be back."

You watched him as he trotted to your bathroom—damn, he has a nice ass—, disappearing inside for a moment before walking back to you, a damp cloth in hand. He lifted one of your legs before pressing it to your core, wiping you down as you squirmed and whined.

"Shh. Just getting you all clean. You don't want to be sticky in the morning, do you?"

The cloth was pulled away, and you snapped your legs shut as he moved to wipe himself off.

"Will you stay the night?" Your voice was soft, timid.

"It wouldn't be wise," he replied, sounding devastated that he even had to consider appearances.

"But I want to be held." You pouted at him. "Who would question the Empress? I could have their heads chopped off."

"Please don't go executing people on my account."

You lifted your arms, motioning for him to join you, and he sighed, crawling back over so you could wrap him in your arms.

"I really do love you," you whispered after a moment of silence. "I have for years."

"I love you, too. Truly." He snuggled further into you, and the two of you held each other until you both drifted off to sleep.

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!

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