Just a Nibble | Zayne x MC | Prompt: Milk & Cookies | 🌶️ MDNI
Zayne's late. Very late. While he can get away with a kiss and an apology, I must face a funishment for disobeying the one new rule he gave me for the day.
Snow was still falling outside of my place with me waiting for Zayne. He was supposed to get off early, but I guess something came up. I didn’t get to see my snowman until the next afternoon. If we’re being exact, 12:02pm. I wasn’t allowed to kiss him until he showered. Even afterwards, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be all cuddly with him.
He finally noticed I wasn’t happy with him as he dried his hair.
“I apologize, N/N. The hospital was all but snowed in which meant there were more accidents than usual. By the time I got to actually be on my phone, it was dead. I wanted to contact you sooner.” He sighed and relaxed on the bed.
“I’m a bit upset. You made me miss you too much. Also, you could’ve gotten Yvonne or someone to update me.” I pouted.
I folded my arms and looked away from him. We were supposed to have a dinner date, yet it was just his portion left over in the fridge. I even had a cute outfit and everything!
“Is this what they call the silent treatment?” He asked and patted his lap.
“Hmph!” I said and kept my gaze elsewhere.
Zayne exhaled and then started talking, “I don’t know, Mrs. N2O. She has every right to be upset with me, but she isn’t even letting me apologize properly.”
In the mirror’s reflection, I saw him glance at me and then lean down to the penguin in a space suit. He made it move as though it were whispering something to him.
“I know. I only had a 30 minute nap after I realized my phone died. Mmhmm. Exactly. Road safety is always important especially when you have someone special to come back to.” He then gasped. “How could you even say such a thing? Of course I love her. Well, I am pretty sure she loves me too, but now she won’t even speak to me. What do I do, Mrs. N2O?”
I pitched my voice a little higher, “Maybe you should give her a kiss. You forgot to do it after your shower.”
“Oh?” Zayne tried to hide his smirk, “Then let’s see if she’ll come close enough to get her long awaited smooch.”
He tapped his lap again. I huffed and sat on my throne. My snowman used his hands to unravel my folded arms and give me a hug before kissing my cheek and then my nose and then my lips.
“I’m home.” He said.
“Welcome home.” I replied. “You’ve been on your legs for a long time. Is it really ok for me to sit here?”
“Yes. Also, let’s order in some dinner tonight. Because I stayed much longer than I was supposed to, the hospital is paying for our next meal directly. Order whatever you want, and I’ll set the table.”
“It’s not food I’m hungry for…” I replied. “I was edging myself while waiting for you to come home. Even when you were late. I fell asleep with my new toy inside.”
“New toy?” Zayne asked.
I glanced at the still lubed up Clone-a-Peen on the floor. He followed my eyes.
“You opened your Christmas gift early, I see. Now, my apology might have to turn into a punishment.” He looked up at me.
I tried to dart out of the room, but my escape was thwarted when the floor was made into a slippery rink that pushed me back to Zayne.
“That’s mine, right? The one I told you not to open until Christmas Day?” He looked at me.
“Maybe~” I felt frozen to his lap.
“I’m sure you remember what I said before leaving yesterday morning.” Zayne’s voice lowered.
I cleared my throat, “I don’t know. Do I?”
He exhaled through his nose, “If you can’t recall what happened less than 48 hours ago, I’ll just have to send a message to the Hunters’ Association. Clearly, you’ve hit your head on something, and you need to be put on bed rest until you’ve been cleared.”
“No! No…I um. Oh, would you look at that? I uhhh. I suddenly remember what you said.” I replied.
“Which was?”
“We’d open gifts when you got back and I could pick any gift except the one with the green bow.”
Zayne nodded, “And what did you do?”
“I swapped the bows, so that it was silver and not green and then opened it. That way, I didn’t technically disobey you.” I batted my eyes at him.
That was the heaviest sigh I had ever heard. I was in so much trouble.
“Then, I guess that means you don’t get to have the Part 2 to your gift. It wasn’t going to be ready until later.” He stood up and got me off his lap. “What a shame.”
He yawned, “I was going to punish you, but I think the loss of a completed gift is punishment enough.”
“But you’re also gonna leave me like this?” I asked, pressing my legs together. “Shifu?”
Zayne stilled himself and then glanced at me, “Of course not. It would be bad for your sexual health. However, I need to teach you a lesson about listening to directions. Go downstairs. I’ll be there in a bit.”
“If you fall asleep, I’m opening another present.” I warned.
He made a noise, and opened the closet. I went downstairs and sat at the dining table. My mind was abuzz with what he would do to me. I didn’t have to wait long, as Zayne arrived in a sexy Santa outfit: chap-like boxer briefs with regular briefs underneath them, both red. A pair of black suspenders over each shoulder. There was even white fur trim on the bottom of each leg hole and a thick black belt around his waist.
Zanta put a reindeer headband on my head.
“Perfect. Now, Vixen, could you do me a favor and pour us each a cup of milk? I’ll get the cookies.” He went to the pantry.
What kind of foreplay was this? I was so distracted eating him up with my eyes that he had to repeat himself. Then I trotted into action. Two cold glasses of milk were set up on the table. He placed a plate of special cookies on the counter. They were filled with aphrodisiac infused chocolate chips.
“Don’t sit.” Zayne said sternly.
I stayed standing. He stood behind me.
“You’ve been put on Santa’s naughty list, Vixen.” His hands wrapped around my torso. “However, since you’re my favorite, I’ve decided to give you a chance to get put onto the nice list with some obedience training.”
I wiggled my “tail” into his crotch, making him catch his breath in his throat.
“This is exactly what I’m talking about.” Zayne moved me to a different part of the table before telling me to lean forward on it. “Palms down and flat.”
Zanta then placed each cup of milk on the back of my hands. This was new.
“Your first order is to not let the milk spill. Say ah.” He commanded.
“Ahhh?” I opened up.
A cookie was placed halfway inside before he gently closed my mouth, “As for your second order: Don’t eat the cookie. If you eat it or the milk gets onto the table, I’ll stop preparing the second half of the gift. If you do a good job at obeying me, then you’ll get a reward for being such a good reindeer.”
“What’s the reward?” I tried to ask, but my mouth was full.
“I’m going to guess you’re asking about your prize. Well, you’ve ruined one surprise, so I’ll make sure to keep this one.” He had the copy of his phallus in hand. “Spread your legs.”
I had to do so carefully to not sill the milk.
“Oh, and don’t cum.” Zayne said as plainly as if he had told a waiter he wanted extra ice in his drink.
He started to undress me. He took off my pants first which were easy since they were so loose and smooth. It was my off day, so it’s not like I was wearing any panties. I began to get snarky in my head. He didn’t think about arm holes when he conjured up this little plan.
Zayne unbuttoned my top, and just left it there. W…was he not going to take it off? Was he really going to leave me here half dressed? I looked over at him.
“Santa’s reindeer have harnesses or saddles, right? This can be your…bit of clothing while we play.” He searched my face to make sure I was ok with this.
I huffed through my nose and looked at the cups again, but I would accept his teasing. He could’ve froze me to the table or turned the milk into ice. That way I would have no choice but to keep my hands flat. However, he wanted me to work for it. I noticed him again. His bare skin…the ripples of muscle. I had to focus or my legs would get weak.
“Hmmp.” He said, “You’ve lasted 10 minutes so far. I know how much you love to be embarrassed. Now, to make things a bit more difficult.”
Zayne used two fingers to rub my cunt. The world blurred for a moment. Having him touch me like this was always so good. He was rougher than usual, but I didn’t mind. It just got me wet. I moaned into the cookie as the chocolate chips melted on my tongue. This is why he waited, isn’t it? It was only a little bit, but it tingled as my saliva made it travel down my throat.
I took a deep breath, and my leg shifted. His foot nudged up against mine as a subtle warning. He wasn’t giving me any space today.
“Do I need to get the spreader bar out?” His breath was hot in my ears.
I shook my head. I couldn’t even relax into his touch or fuck myself on his fingers. This was torture! Calm down. I have to calm down. I nearly fainted when he pressed the toy I wasn’t supposed to have yet into my dripping pussy.
“Mmmmmm!” I moaned and struggled not to bite down.
“You’re doing so good, Vixen.” Zanta praised me and began to take it out before shoving it back in. “Though I have to admit--upon closer inspection--this clone isn’t as good as the real thing. Even if I were to turn on the vibration feature, it’s less reactive than its inspiration. Not to mention, do you really need mine if you have this?”
I thought about the times he would go on long trips and I’d crave his particular shape. Any of my toys could get me off, but I still wanted him. I still needed him.
“Mmm! Mmm!” I tried to tell him it wasn’t true.
“What’s that?” He asked.
“Hmmm! Mm! Mmmm.” I caught myself flexing onto the toy.
Even last night, I realized that it was so similar. It filled me up so perfectly. Just as he did. I didn’t set it up all the way, but it seemed he had added all the fixings. It could vibrate and even had a tube that one could fill with fake cum.
My legs began to shake. It felt so close to Zayne’s cock that I had a hard time believing it wasn’t. The only difference is that it was a bit harder than him. A bit firmer. Perhaps the previous level would have been too soft. Drool spilled down my chin and some was absorbed by the cookie. Wait, if it fell, would he think--
The dry half fell onto the table. Zayne stopped his movements and came around to look.
“Open.” He said.
I stuck my tongue out and showed him the soaked half that was still in my mouth. I didn’t bite it. Zanta grabbed a clipboard and made a checkmark motion.
“Now swallow. You’ve passed the first test. Two more to go.” He watched me.
After swallowing the cookie, I felt my body get a bit warmer. I had only had fruit for breakfast, so it made sense that all of this happening after noon would mean that fruit had long been digested. It was working faster than normal.
“Zayne, I’m sorry. Santa, I need. I can’t keep going like this.” I tried to get out of this situation.
With the aphrodisiac, there’s no way I was going to be able to hold back.
He shook his head, “Tsk tsk tsk. You should’ve thought about that before you found a loophole. If you can exploit that, then it’s only fair that I do the same to you. Besides, you like the toy so much, why not use it?”
Zayne dipped the other half in one of the milk glasses and made me eat it. He then knelt down and squeezed my ass. “Now, where were we?”
He used the vibration feature this time. I thought it was dead! He must’ve changed the batteries. I usually would be hitting the table or gripping something in order to hold back, but anything too extreme with my hands would topple the cups in an instant. My legs began to shake again as moans and begging tumbled out of my mouth.
“Santa, Santa, please. I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Ahh, I can’t! Ahhh! I’m gonna--noooo” I couldn’t even lean down on the table! I was going to climax!
My tongue lolled out of my mouth. I wasn’t giving up, but there was nothing I could do to stop the chord in my stomach from snapping. Tears filled my eyes.
“Santa, you win! Please, I can’t--I’m really close! Ahh!” I could only hang my head in shame and flinch as his lips kissed my thigh and hip.
I was a goner! I gripped at the table. No! The milk began to spill onto the table. Zayne used his Evol to solidify it before it fell onto the floor. There was no way we were going to clean that up. It barely registered as I climaxed, clamping down on the vibration inside me and making it more intense.
“Zayynnee!” I brayed.
He caught me as I could finally relax in his arms. I was moved into a chair. I wanted more. I wanted him.
“No sex until Christmas, Y/N. I’m sure you can handle that.” He kissed my cheek.
“But I already lost! That should be punishment enough!” I whined.
“The first punishment was for opening a gift without me.” He turned the icy milk into cubes. “This second one is for opening the one gift I told you not to.”
Zayne placed the ice back into the cups and put them in the fridge.
“You suck.” I said, still recovering.
“Not as well as you.” He smirked. “I’m going to take a nap. Don’t forget to order dinner, Y/N.” He went upstairs.
