⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ summary: The supposedly cold Foreseer has had enough of your teasing. He's ached until his restraints snapped, and all of a sudden you were devoured by the man your heart beat for.
⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ themes: smut (porn with no plot)
⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ content warnings: fingering, eating out (reader receiving), inappropriate use of evol (he restrains her), slight temperature play, possessiveness, slight blasphemy (regarding Astra), third person pov, not proofread
⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ work inspired by this fanart (pls reblog the fanart as well, the world has to see that masterpiece)
⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ word count: 1k words
⠀⠀⠀⠀➺ A/N: That fanart ruined me. I couldn't help but write this. The fact that the first Zayne fic I post is filthy smut says a lot about me 🤩 (kidding, kidding, I love a soft and complex Zayne, but I had to). More rant at the end.
The coldness sent shivers down her spine until she arched her back, throwing her head back. Fuck— him and his slender fingers, him and his damn mouth, doing such a good job right in between her legs. The tip of tongue flicked against her clit just right.
Her moans bounced off the walls in filthy echoes. One of her hands suddenly covered her mouth as she bit her lip, embarrassment taking over her mind when she heard herself.
This was fucking insanity. When she teased the shit out of that pretty Foreseer, she hadn't expected to be pinned to the closest icy wall and devoured like a dessert. It was hard to comprehend what kind of strength he must have to not let her feet touch the ground, her naked thighs pressed against his shoulders. He was unbelievable — who would've thought that the ever composed and calm Foreseer would be so vulgar.
“So you dare tease me and now,” Zayne's voice snapped her back to reality, “you think you make the rules?”
“What the hell do you—” her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Cold tendrils of icy plants erupted from the wall her back was glued to. They curled around both her wrists and brought her hands above her head, leaving her helpless. Her eyes widened in shock and arousal. Fuck, she might be getting wetter, if that was even possible.
Enticing green eyes peered up at her. Unforgiving, intense, his usual cold demeanor thrown into the snow outside that tower. It was exchanged for the passion swirling in his hungry gaze. The bright brown in his eyes sparkled so beautifully, lust clouding his judgment.
“When you fall apart, I want you to look up and make the Gods jealous of this,” he breathed over her exposed thigh. "Jealous of us."
“What?” she gulped down. “That's blasphemy—”
“I didn't take you for the religious type,” he cocked an eyebrow at her.
Zayne sat on one knee in front of her and his wide shoulders were the sole reason why she hasn't fallen yet. His wide shoulders and unmistaken determination to utterly ruin her.
“Whoever's up there, they're definitely insane for letting such lust walk around freely in this sacred tower," she huffed halfheartedly.
“She did it to herself,” Zayne scoffed.
Who was this man and what happened to the worshipper of Astra, with the Foreseer that had been damned to never leave the Tower? What happened with the nonchalant Zayne that forbade her from leaving with the jasmine on top of the tower blooms?
It was a mistake to look down at him. His teeth caught onto the glove on his fingers and ripped it off his hand in a smooth motion. All of that while he never broke eye contact with the woman glued to him, whose pupils were dilated.
His mouth latched onto her clit once again. All she could do was writhe in his hold and curl her fingers into fists above her head.
“Zayne—” she whimpered.
It only spurred him on. The assault on her sensitive clit stopped for a second only. In no time, he traced the cold tips of fingers in between her folds, watching her stomach clench and twist. Her thighs squeezed a little around his head.
“You're mesmerizing,” but the compliment fell into deaf ears, pleasure overtaking her senses.
He tasted her in a long, deliberate lick, just to press the tip of his tongue against her bundle of nerves. At the very same time, two of his fingers entered her heated core effortlessly. She spasmed around him and grinded her hips against his mouth like the greedy little thing that she was, mouth opened agape.
Zayne had never thought he'd fall in love with such a sight. The person he treasured most squirming with hot pleasure in his hold, tears wetting her eyelashes. Her tight shirt unbuttoned, the change of temperature hardening her nipples through the thin material of her bra. The expanse of her neck adorned with love bites, red and purple, running down to her collarbones.
She wasn't just beautiful, she was a piece of art, the most gorgeous sculpture he's laid eyes on. And she was alive, breathing his name in sinful sighs.
Zayne groaned against her, kissing her inner thigh as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. Watching the angel in his arms lose her mind from pleasure, having been blessed with enough luck to watch her fall apart, he suddenly didn't want to leave that Tower of it means having her glued to the wall as she moans his name.
With a curl of his fingers, her thighs pressed harder against his shoulders. Head falling forward, another moan of his name left her parted lips.
“Zayne,” she breathed out heavily.
He hummed against her clit, watching her with utmost interest. The sparkle in his eyes reminded her of the earlier demand.
Look up and make Astra jealous.
And that's exactly what she did. When he grazed her clit with his teeth, she threw her head back as tears clung to her eyelashes. A roll of her hips, another curl of his fingers and she was gone, a stuttering mess above him. Legs shaking and hands straining against the ice around her wrists, she moaned his name. The coil in her stomach snapped — all she could feel were the shivers and pleasure running through her veins at a rapid pace.
Zayne helped her ride her high. Fingers still inside of her, he left soft kisses over her inner thigh, nuzzling into the warm flesh with a pleased hum. The pants were an uncomfortable restraint for his boner, but he couldn't be bothered to rush just yet.
“Good girl,” his gentle praise reverberated in the depths of his chest.
His lover panted as she looked down at him with glossy eyes, still filled with unspoken desires.
Mesmerizing. Zayne could never get tired of that look on her face, not in a thousand lifetimes.
A/N: Truth be told, I have my own practices and religious beliefs. However, solely taking into account the lads universe, the only God we know is Astra — and I'll be damned not to admit how hot that scene was. Because it is absolute blasphemy, it really is, but this universe got to the point where it is hard not to have beef with its very God. Astra is fictional — please take that into account, because I'm not throwing this at any deity in real life. I am respectful and amazed by the religions in our world and I admire all cultures — I wanted to clear that up. ALSO, I WANTED TO SAY I FIND IT VERY HOT. A believer of Astra worshipping another in that tower, after Astra had cursed him 😫 it's so fucking erotic. Forcefully braking the chains between him and a jealous God, taunting Astra because he's down BAD.
Overall, thank you for reading! <333 I'd be happy to know your opinions.
