#lads zyane

[anatheriaart]

My God…

Zayne God of Annihilation

As quickly as I could, I drew a new art of Zayne, because I’m just lying in shock after his myth trailer

[mwphisto]

Random LaDs Smut thoughts I have

I feel like Zayne would unironically get really turned on if he realizes you aren't wearing any underwear under your pajamas. The way the pants seem to cling to your butt, or if you bend over while wearing a night gown. Something about it just entices him, and he honestly gets embarrassed about how fast he'd get hard over it.

You lose count of how many positions Rafayel puts you in for just round one. He'll push your body to it's flexibility limits and then just a smidge further because fuck you're spread so wide and he a see literally everything and it's so... he needs to sketch it. Needs to commit every inch of your cunt swallowing his cock to memory.

Caleb is a whore for BDSM. The thought of tying you up, having you at his mercy? It pleases a sick and twisted part of his head. Even worse, seeing you be so into it? His eyes could roll into the back of his head because he'd never do this to you without your full consent, safe words, and ground rules set. He loves being on the giving or receiving end of it, especially the bondage.

Sylus is loud as fuck during sex, and there is literally nothing you can do to stop him from being that loud. Shit, there is nothing he can do to keep himself from moaning and groaning the way he does. You don't mind when it's just you and him at home, but a quickie at an auction? His lower lip is bleeding from how hard he's biting it, trying so desperately to keep his voice down.

I think Xavier would be into predator/prey play, more or less the idea of chasing you. Typical upstairs neighbor activities but he'd full on be jumping over the couch to try and grab you. Something about the thrill of the chase accompanied by your high-pitched squeals and giggles when he nearly grabs you. The reward of catching you is just as sweet, but don't expect to make it much further than the spot he caught you...

[alyakhq]

ᯓ★ THE EMPEROR’S WIFE !

ᯓ★ SYNOPSIS: Emperor Zayne has just married his empress after lifetimes of love and worship, but he can’t help to pop a *whistle* when hearing your new title !

ᯓ★ PAIRINGS: emperor!zayne x empress!reader

ᯓ★ WARNINGS: porn and tiny plot, he’s hungry for that cookie, bondage, p in v, backshots, mating press, and, rough sex but gentle words, soft dom zayne, overstim, belly bulge, he loves his wife <3

ᯓ★ A/N: BROOOO??? HESS TEEWW FINEEE OMGGG this is why i’m an ot5 stan because??!!? if the position near the middle is confusing,message me i have a pic drawn from me FIRST LIKER: @stykook MY BAEEEE

WC: 1.2K — vry short i rlly wanted to write zayne 😣

“My Empress,” Zayne moaned, his hands travelling to your waist, feeling up your lacey gown, “my wife, my love.”

Smothered in his rounds of kisses, your hands reached up to his face, holding his — surprisingly soft — cheeks in your hands, “Zayne, let me breathe—“ you giggled, stopped when his lips found yours again, seeping his tongue into your mouth with his eyes closed in pleasure. Feeling the love underneath his gesture, you softened in his touch, letting him take control over your mouth.

Decades of royalty along the rings that matched your fingers, the ancestral golden form which was molted perfectly for the whole of you marked your fate—your legacy here at the castle. Your history forever made.

Zayne had controlled his thoughts for long enough, his eyes pulling away with a soft pant. His abs moving in and out from his excessive kissing, “…I’ve been waiting,” a soft kiss to your chin, “so long to feel you properly, to touch you like…”

His hand went to your lower back, pulling you towards his chest more. Your body pressed against his bare chest, the rich scent of your shampoo, your natural smell — silk, golden jewels, a fragrance only he’s been able to adore made the tightness in his pants increase, “fuck…”

“Language mister,” you placed your arms around his neck, pulling yourself upwards and kissing his jawline. With another kiss to your temple, Zayne looked down, making eye contact instantly, “Mister? I think you’ve made a mistake, I’m Mrs Li, and you’re...”

“Mrs Li…” you finished, “hasn’t my name improved so much from my maiden state? Mrs Li, Empress Li—“

“Fuck…” Zayne whimpered out, your eyes turning to his gaze, wondering what was wrong. A hand went to his hair, brushing the soft black locks back, his eyes shut tight, “Zayne? What is it?”

His eyes opened, looking down, “Don’t say that—I mean, it sounds nice. Don’t doubt me on that but it’s just—it has a…a. Shit…”

You sat on the bed, your hands behind your back, keeping your eyes on his body, “Has a what?”

Zayne walked towards the window, the robes of his trousers just slightly outlined his legs when he walked. His eyes looked outside, his hands holding the windowsill, “Nothing my love, don’t worry,” he sat down on one of the rocking chairs, laying his head back.

“Zayneeee, you know I don’t like it when you hide things from me—“ Your eyes travelled down his body, looking at the sexy details of his pairing and ancient clothes, staring at his spread legs when you locked eyes with….?!—

A gasp left your mouth, more seductive than shocked.

“Oh…I see,” you stood up, walking towards Zayne position, his dark hazel eyes full of lust and hunger, glaring at the curves of your body dressed in his silk gown, fuck. His eyes went to your face, “What..what do you see?”

“Someone’s worked up huh? Can’t resist reacting to your Empress in your own clothes huh?”

“Stop,” he warned, your body straddling his lap, his hand going straight for your hips, “You’re playing with fire,” he murmured your name, watching at your hands travelled to his lips. His soft lips let out a small, shaky sigh as Zayne spoke through gritted teeth, his hand went to the back of your head.

“I don’t mind getting burnt,” his hands travelled to your thighs, gripping them softly. Your face coming closer to his, lips nearly touching once again, “not if it’s by my Emperor.”

His barrier snapped instantly, his body holding you close, “Then don’t cry once it hits you.”

“Ahhh! Fuck—Zayne!!” you moaned, tears running down your face, and past the blindfold.

Zayne’s golden chain bound to your hands, pinning them above your head and attached to the headboard. His dick pounding into your sweet cunt, hitting your cervix every few thrusts, his groans from behind you filling the air.

“You’re so—” he held onto your hips, “fuck! you’re so gorgeous…i need more.”

Zayne continued to relentlessly fuck you, his hands brining your body back, your legs twitching from the force, “please!—oh fuck—i can’t i cant!”

“Yes you can, fuck yes you can,” Zayne thrusted harder into you, his hips smacking into your ass.

His balls slapped onto your folds, his hips continuing to connect with a harsh thwap, his hands gripping at your hands and your waist. Your bare back exposed to his view, his eyes noticing the bare brown flesh.

Instantly, he lowered his head down, his soft lips caressing your skin, kissing the skin with harsh bites, littering his makes all over your upper back and your shoulders, another kiss on your jawline under your ear. Your pussy clenched around his dick, tightening the stretch everytime he plunged into your poor pussy.

You tugged on the golden rope, moaning out with clear overstimulation, “P—please! oh my goooshh, you’re fucking me so good!—Ahhh! mmhm!!”

“Y-yeah? It feels good, pretty?“ Zayne mocked your tone, feeling your pussy clench around his length again, your ass rippling against the force of his hips. His eyes mesmerised from the sight. With soft moans and sobs, you replied.c “Y-yeah! soooo good! please…! fuck me!”

“I am, is it not enough?”

“More—more please, more Emperor,” another sob, his cock stimulating your walls so perfectly like he was sculpted yo fit you.

Zayne grabbed your shoulders, “If my Empress wants more, then more is what she’ll get.”

Flipping you around, he places you onto your back, his cock still feel inside of you, your hands still bound above your head and your legs spread far. Zayne’s hands went behind your knee, pushing your legs up to your chest and holding you there. Then, he placed your hands around to hold your legs, still bound around your wrist, just under the back of your knees.

“Hah! w-hat are you?—gahh!” moaning loudly, you tugged on the restraints. Zayne slammed his cock into your pussy once again, thrusting hard into your wet cunt in a quick succession. The scent of sure sex in the air only made Zayne more obsesssed with you.

His eyes looked down, staring ar the mess in between your legs, the slick from eating you out earlier splattering into your stomach and his lower abs, the tense feeling in his stomach intensifying as he continued to pound you.

Then his eyes laid on something…special.

Your belly, everytime he would thrust into you. A bulge could appear clear as day, showing him how deep he really was, “Oh…?”

“W—what? Mmhm—what is it?” lifting your head up a little, your eyes spotted the bulge as he slowly thrusted, “…I really am deep huh,”

“Y-yeah you are…fuck please,” you whimpered, your cunt clenching around him again, throwing your head back, “more zayne…please?—Hah! Ohh—“

Zayne thrusted hard once again into your pussy, not stopping until he could feel your body jolting back onto the mattress with the force of his cock plunging into your cunt, “Fuck—I need to give us a heir—I need to. Let me, darling. Can I?” Zayne groaned, your pussy pulsating at the thought already, “Is that a yes?”

“Yes! Please!” Another pathetic moan, Zayne had to do something about it.

He held onto the headboard, “Brace yourself,” Zayne pulled out, the tip only missing inside your entrance, “because as soon as I start, I’m not stopping.”

@ alyakhq, do not plagiarise, copy or translate my work pls :)

[miss-hunt3r]

This therapy could fix us 🫠

Cr: 587553212 on xhs

[warmlyregarded]

✉️ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ zayne gives you neck kisses in his office

zayne is so meticulous it drives you insane. especially when you find yourself here, a quick visit to his office ending with your back pinned against the edge of his desk. he looms over you, and his lips travel the expanse of your neck. his breath brushes against your skin as he inhales.

despite the setting, zayne teases you until you're begging him to give you something more, your voice airy and breathless.

"zayne, please."

and then he dives in, lips making contact with your neck. his tongue traces gentle circles on the skin, and he sucks on it. the light pressure sends tingles down your spine. his saliva coats the column of your neck.

zayne is just as skilled with his mouth as he is with his hands. as he kisses your neck, he pulls you flush against him. an act as tender as it is sinister because he shifts his leg to be between yours and presses it firmly against your core. you're practically pinned to the desk, so you couldn't escape if you wanted to.

it feels like zayne is using every trick in the book, with his teeth nipping slightly at the sweet spot under your pulse and his thigh firm against your body. zayne knows all the little things that make you crazy for him, but it's not enough.

"mark my neck," you breathe out. his tongue swipes over the skin he bit, "bite harder."

zayne pulls away, just for a second. his sharp eyes find yours before diving back in.

"no."

and you whine, "why not?"

you need him. need to feel his teeth sink into your flesh. need him to suck so you can feel the blood vessels collapsing between his lips. need him to drop the fucking constraint because you're already being devoured at his desk, so what's a couple of hickeys?

zayne keeps his lips flush against your neck, "it's unprofessional." his breath makes you shiver.

you ignore the fact the both of you are in his office, hidden only by a door you know is unlocked, "don't you want everyone to know i'm yours?"

zayne pulls back again, and you think surely he'll give in. instead, he squeezes your cheeks together, grabbing your face with one hand and forces you to look at him, "i already know you're mine."

જ⁀➴ ✉︎ author's note: ok where's zayne, i'm ready

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[calebsfavoriteusedthong]

When you slap them during it.

CW: Slapping. P in V sex. Rough sex. Spitting. No plot just 🌽.

🔞MDNI🔞

Repost from my old account (Applecaviar)

He was doing it slow, too slow. Every drag of his cock over your needy pussy made your mind scream in frustration, begging him to just take you already. You arched your back, nails digging into his muscles while your body shook with desperation. Your whimpers and curses filled the room as he edged you relentlessly, pushing you to the brink of insanity.

Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he denied you again, leaving you empty and aching. A broken sob escaped your lips as he dragged his cock along your soaked slit. He smirked down at your desperation, clearly enjoying the power he held over you.

That smirk. That goddamn smirk was the last thing you saw before your hand moved on pure instinct. The crack of your palm against his cheek echoed through the room, startling you both. But if you thought it would stop him, you were dead wrong.

His smirk only grew bigger, eyes darkening with new intensity. A chill ran down your spine before he grabbed your wrist, pinning it above your head.

"Did you just slap me, pet?"

He yanks you towards him, legs straddling his hips, and the world becomes a haze of heat and moans. His hand fists in your hair, guiding your movements while he takes control.

His breath, hot against your ear, whispers words of dark promise and filthy praise "You really want to cum don't you, sweet girl?"

You're beyond words, beyond thought. All you can do is sob with need, your body moving on instinct when he finally lets you ride him. You take him deep, so deep you hiss every time his tip kisses your cervix.

But then he's gripping your hips, holding you down, stopping your movements. You whimper, desperate, aching need tearing from your throat. "Fuck, I love your messy pussy, the way you take my cock like" thrust "such" thrust "a good" thrust "fucking girl..."

His muscles start contracting, abs flexing. You can feel the way his cock jumps inside you. His balls draw up, tight and heavy, ready to empty their load.

And then it happens. He comes undone, his cock starts to pulse, pumping its seed soooo deep inside you. The feeling of him, the drag of your clit against his pelvis, the pulsing heat flooding your core... it's all it takes. You shatter, body convulsing, back arching, as you clench down around him, milking him, taking everything he has to give you.

Without warning, his hand comes down hard on your ass, a sharp crack of skin on skin "My turn"

His mouth hovers over yours, lips parted, breath mixing with yours, but no kiss comes. Instead, he moves to leave a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.

"Who do you belong to? Who owns this pretty cunt, hmm?" the same questions over and over again.

Your hands fist in the sheets, struggling to hold onto your composure, to give him the answer he wants. Your voice cracks on a moan as you choke out for the th time "You...I belong to you, Xavie."

But tonight his jealousy burns hotter.

He praises you with a low groan, hips starting to move faster, but it's still not enough, not nearly enough.

"Who makes you feel this way, bunny? Who fucks you so good that you forget your own name?"

You're shaking now, your body wound tight. Your skin is flushed and damp, breath coming in desperate little pants as you try to hold yourself back from the edge he's pushing you towards.

"Xavier" you cry out, desperation coloring your tone. "Please!"

His fingers brush against your clit and you moan, loud and long, back arching off the bed when he pulls away.

"Answer me, wh..."

Your hand moves on its own, cracking against his cheek. The slap echoes in the room and the sting radiates through your fingers, matching the throb of your pussy.

He stills above you, eyes widening in surprise at the sudden sting. For a moment, time seems to freeze, the only sound your ragged breathing and the pounding of your heart. Then, slow as a shark circling its prey, he turns his head to face you.

"I'm...I'm sorry Xavie...I didn't mean to..." you start to stammer out, cheeks burning with shame and embarrassment. But the words die on your lips as he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt inside your weeping cunt.

He's moving again. Really moving. No more teasing, no more slow burn. He's pounding into you, so hard and so fast, just the way you like it, hips slapping against yours with each thrust. You're screaming, nails raking down his back, legs locking around his waist to pull him closer, to take him deeper.

Each thrust punches out the air from your lungs and replaces it with the hot, musky scent of his skin. His pelvis grinds against yours, the coarse hair at the base of his cock scratching deliciously against your clit.

Teeth, lips and tongue ravage the vulnerable skin of your throat, sucking dark blooms into the surface, painting you with the vivid hues of his lust.

"Mine," he moans against your skin, the word rumbling through his chest and vibrating in your bones. "You're mine. This cunt, this body, this heart, it's all mine."

He fucks you like a man who would die if he stopped, who would wither away to nothing if he couldn't have you.

And you take it, you take every thrust and every brutal kiss, your body moving to meet his. You take it all and still beg for more.

His fingers pump in and out of your mouth, fucking your face with the same rhythm his cock is pounding into your sopping cunt. Drool coats your chin and the sound of your slurping and gagging fills the room. But he shows no mercy, keeping a pace that has your eyes rolling back and your toes curling.

Your cunt is a mess, gushing and squelching, painting his abs and the sheets beneath you with your slick. The room reeks of sex and sin, the air heavy with your mingled musk.

He leans down and his lips brush your ear. "Say yes, move in with me and I'll fill this pretty pussy up every day. Be mine, completely. I'll give you everything, kitten. Everything you could ever want."

His words are tempting, so sinfully sweet. The promise of having this every day it's almost enough to make you say yes. Almost enough to throw away everything you've worked for.

Don't do it, a tiny voice in the back of your head screams. Don't give in to him. You have a duty, a calling...

But Sylus's hands on your body, his lips on your skin, his cock, it's all so overwhelming. So perfect. So hard to resist.

You can feel your will crumbling, your resistance wearing thin. Each thrust chips away at your resolve, each kiss etches away at the last of your inhibitions. And as Sylus looms over you can feel yourself on the cusp of giving in completely.

Through the haze of another orgasm, you see Sylus's mouth open, ready to utter words that would surely seal your fate, and likely your surrender. In a moment of desperate, instinctive self preservation, your hand comes up to silence him with a sharp slap across his face.

His eyes widen in surprise and for a moment you stare at each other, chests heaving and hearts pounding.

Then, just as quickly, the surprise in Sylus's gaze melts into something darker. He catches your wrist in his hand, holding your slapping palm against his cheek, leaning into the sting.

"Feisty, I almost forgot"

He takes advantage of your vulnerability, his hand sliding down to find your puffy clit, rubbing slow circles around it. "Slap me all you want, sweetie, It won't change the fact that you belong to me. That you'll be my wife, bound to me and Onychinus for life."

He feels your body react to his words, your gummy walls clenching around him. You're so close and he knows it. Close to surrendering everything for things only he can give you.

"You can have your little adventures, chase your thrills as a Hunter. But you'll always come back to me, back to this. Back to being mine."

Fuck, he's relentless.

You can barely catch your breath before he's pounding into you again, hips slamming against yours with brutal force. He's not holding back, far from it.

Your body is a livewire, raw nerves sparking with every thrust. The pleasure is too much, too overwhelming and all consuming. You've lost count of your orgasms, your vision hazy, lungs burning. He's ruined you, used you, fucked you so thoroughly you can barely remember your own name.

But he's not done with you yet.

So when your hand moves on its own, lashing out to strike his cheek, it's almost a surprise. The sharp crack of skin on skin makes him pause for just a second, he doesn't look angry, If anything he looks amused.

"'S'too much Raf...please"

"Tsk, cutie. You know better than to hold back with me" He catches your wrist, pinning it above your head "I thought we had an agreement. A safe word for moments like these."

He leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear, warm breath fanning over sensitive skin. "Use it, if you need to. I want to hear you say it."

Of course you don't use it.

So he flips you onto your stomach like you weigh nothing at all, breasts pressing into the mattress, ass lifted. Before you can catch your breath, he's inside you again, splitting you open.

Your pussy is dripping, soaked, absolutely flooding around his dick. The wetness splatters his thighs, his balls, the sheets beneath you. It's filthy, it's messy, and you can't get enough.

He leans over you, weight pressing you down, pinning you in place. His fingers find your hair to fist and yank your head back. The sting of pain blends with pleasure, spine curving into the shape of his body. And then his mouth is on yours, hot and hungry. He spits into your open mouth, the sweet taste of him exploding on your tongue, and you swallow it down greedily.

Your moans turn to whimpers, your whimpers to sobs, until finally, blessedly, you shatter again. Your cunt clamps down on him, milking his cock. You're ruined, destroyed, fucked into sweet, sweet oblivion.

When you collapse beneath him, trembling and gasping, he stays buried inside you. His cock pulses, throbbing, painting your insides with his heat. He grinds the tip against your abused cervix, marking you.

You feel his lips curve into a smile against your neck, hear his dark chuckle rumbling through his chest. "Slap me again, cutie," he murmurs "I fucking dare you. I'll just fuck you harder."

He craves your reactions, feeding off each gasp and moan that spills from your lips. His hips meeting yours thrust for thrust, as if he could somehow merge your bodies into one. Every sound you make, every arch of your back, only fuels his hunger. Your body is his to claim, and he takes great pleasure in breaking you apart piece by piece.

He keeps talking, keeps reminding you of the reasons behind the choices he's made. Having you followed for safety. Choices that have led you here, skin sliding against his as he drives into you again and again.

"You need to understand, baby," he grunts "I did this for your own good. I can't have you getting yourself hurt. Not when I'm not there to protect you." His hand grips your hip hard, pulling you down to meet his thrusts.

But you're not listening. You can't hear anything over the pounding of your own heart, the rush of blood in your ears. All you can focus on is the way he fills you. So when his hand cracks across your ass, you barely register the sharp sting. Instead, it blends into the tapestry of sensation, another thread in the web he's spinning around you.

Until suddenly, it's not. Until your hand is moving on its own, striking out at the smug smile across his lips. The crack of skin against skin echoes through the room, startling even him. He stills, his body going rigid, but you don't. You can't. The anger, the frustration, the sheer need that has been building inside you won't let you stop. You ride him faster, taking him deeper, harder, as if you could somehow punish him with the force of your desire.

He recovers quickly and changes his angle, driving into you at a new spot that has you seeing stars. The smirk on his face turns deadly when he feels your walls clench around him "You want it rough? I can do rough too, princess"

He hammers into you harder, each thrust shaking the bed frame. "This is what you need, isn't it?"

"Fuck you Cay"

He bites down on your earlobe, soothing the sting with his tongue a second later. You're so close, teetering on the edge of a mind blowing orgasm. Every muscle in your body pulled taut, your fingers digging into his shoulders, nails scoring his skin. He can feel your desperation, your hunger, and it only spurs him on.

"Take it all, baby. Fucking take it. You know you need this, need me. I've ruined you for anyone else, haven't I? No one else will ever make you feel this good, this fucking perfect."

He leans down to brush his lips against your neck, feeling your pulse race beneath your skin, before he licks a stripe up to your jawline before nipping at the sensitive flesh. "You can hit me all you want, sweetheart. It won't change a damn thing. You'll always be mine, no matter how hard you try to run from it. I've made you perfect. My good girl."

[bunnimuse]

sleepy morning w zayne ♡

soft mornings with you are zayne’s favorite. he loves waking you up with a kiss on your forehead, the warm rays of the sun flutter through the curtains to illuminate your beautiful face.

He always smiles at you so sweetly, caressing your cheek softly with the pads of his fingers. he hooks them under your chin and pulls your face in for a delicate kiss.

“morning, angel” he says in his deep morning voice, flashing you a sleepy smile.

his hair is a mess, black strands covering his eyes. you rake your fingers through it, giggling at his disheveled appearance. he just smiles again, brightly, completely love struck.

his eyes are barely open when he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you in closer. your body slots in perfectly into his embrace and he pushes his face is in the crook of your neck. he breath you in, your scent is warm, the smell of the sleepy time chamomile tea still clings to your skin. he sighs, content.

his embrace is almost crushing, like he’s reined if he lets you go you’ll dissolve into the sheets. his lips trail kisses up your neck until your pat his back for him to let your breath.

he lets you go reluctantly and when you finally see his face again he has a small but very adorable pout tugging at his lips. you giggle. he’s so cute when he gets like this; clingy.

within minutes his arms are reaching for you. this time he dips his head lower to leave another kiss on your lips, unable to stop himself from tasting you.

“i love you” he confesses between kisses.

[heartyluv]

ꨄ︎ zayne loves you. that’s it. cw: just sex LOOLL

it started with one of your favorite kinds of kisses; gentle, slow, and intoxicatingly consuming. zayne had walked up behind you with an unspoken promise in mind, wrapping his strong arms around your waist as you attempted to keep your attention focused on the small mountain of dirty dishes that threatened to remain a bothersome chore should you succumb to your handsy husband’s mischievous touches too soon.

he prepared one of his signature dinners that you both equally favored, the homemade dish cooked perfectly and plated with careful preparation for you both to enjoy on a rare night that he’s able to relish in the comfort of your presence and shared home instead of working in the cold and antiseptic environment of akso hospital.

all evening, aside from his naturally captivating and charming demeanor that had stolen your heart, zayne had been nothing but a flirtatious tease. he’d watch the way you wrapped your lips around the fork and feigned innocence when you’d call him out on his leering gaze and would slide in suggestive comments during your conversations, deeply chuckling when the heat in your cheeks rose from the far-from-subtle innuendos.

all that nonchalant confidence was humorous to think about when his growing erection had been pressed firmly against your ass after you took it upon yourself to play coy in order to test his seemingly controlled resolve.

“leave them,” he murmured breathlessly with the subtlest hint of an impatient growl into the crook of your neck before hungrily diving back in, licking the skin faintly marked by his favorite delicate fragrance. “i’ll take care of it, just come to bed with me. i assure you that i’ve learned my lesson. my admission must count for something, shouldn’t it?”

and no matter how many instances where you’ve attempted to make him “suffer”, never in your life have you ever been able to successfully resist the temptation that is your husband. regardless of the hobby, task, or idea cultivated to remain distracted and unfazed, zayne’s influence would always prove to be victorious and make you bend to his will.

it’s why your naked body is beneath him and pressed deeply into the plush softness of your mattress, taking every slow, deep, and mouthwatering stroke that he was giving you instead of washing those damn pans.

“i love how vulnerable you are for me, how willing…” he rasps, sitting on his knees as he proudly watches the way your pussy drools and greedily sucks him back in. he’s got you pulled flush against him, not an inch of your heated flesh separated from his own. “you… oh, you don’t intend for this to last too long with the way you’re squeezing me, my love. don’t tell me you intend to be so selfish?”

“zayne… mmph—baby, p-please, i c-can’t…” you choke, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes from the pleasurable drag of his cock inside of your achingly hot cunt that helplessly pulses so intensely. you can feel the copious amount of your slick slipping down and making a filthy mess beneath you, and all you want is for him to make it worse.

carefully does he let your legs rest on either side of him to keep you spread wide, sliding his forearms from underneath and ridding them of their support before pressing against your bare chest with his firm one. “i need to be closer… have to feel you deeper.”

with kisses to your jaw, large hands finding purchase in the distressed ivory comforter, zayne’s hips skillfully continue their rhythm as if they never stopped, hitting a spot so deep that you never thought reachable until you were graced with such an eager-to-please lover like him. the steadfast meeting of his body to yours reverberates along the walls and high ceiling, forcing desperate sobs to spill from your puffy lips.

“i don’t want this to stop,” he shakily whispers in your ear just as he lazily sucks on it, shivering when his throbbing cock spurts small amounts of precum into you with a vow and an unwavering oath to make sure that he always fulfills you. “do you feel me, darling? can you feel how much i love you? how desperate you make me? how dependent i’ve become?”

you nod vigorously in response, but he doesn’t accept that.

he rolls himself into you with a force so dizzying that it makes you scream for him, ridding you of any and all control over the erotic pitched volume.

“use. your. words,” he commands, a sharp thrust given to enunciate every syllable.

“yes…” your whines are utterly shameless as you slide your palms up the rippling expanse of his muscular back, switching between appreciating him there and pulling on the soft raven strands of his messy hair. “yes, yes, zayne… i f-feel you. everywhere… you’re s-so good to me… fuck, you feel so good…”

“so pretty and perfect,” he coos. “so sensitive. so obedient. entirely mine.”

the weight of him on top of you, the unyielding pressure against your swollen clit, and his desperate wanton moans in your ear has you crashing before he has the opportunity to make you wait for him. you cling to him with so much desperation, hands aimlessly reaching anywhere they can before you’re too far gone in the clouds.

zayne remains unrelentless as he chases his own high now, grunting and smiling to himself when you scratch down his biceps and shoulders. he can’t wait to see the marks they leave in the morning, a guilty pleasure he’s never voiced.

“almost done, baby,” he promises, kissing away your few overstimulated tears. his dick bullies its way in and out of your creaming pussy, sending goosebumps across his skin when his movements finally begin to stutter the closer his orgasm approaches.

“i’m sorry, darling.” he licks your parted lips, kissing them sloppily and pulling away until the string of saliva breaks. “i know, i know… you couldn’t hold on, i understand. just a little more and you’ll have my cum. isn’t that what you want?”

his smirk is cocky when your eyes droop with lust, surrendering to the sudden urge to lean down and lap up the drool trailing down your chin.

“i do, zaynie… i do, i do…” you were babbling now. how cute, he inwardly admired. your tender nipples tightened once more and your senses were completely shot when you unexpectedly came around his length for the second time.

undoubtedly, you are the muse that every creative walking would search a lifetime for, and how lucky of a man was he to have access to something so valuable for the rest of his.

“such a good girl...” he twitches against your gummy walls. “you’ve earned it.”

A/N: staying off my phone bc i’m not sure about this and how well i captured zayne…. #YOLO

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