i just think it would be really funny if porter was obsessed with zara and she wanted nothing to do with him. except maybe a fuck once in a while if she’s reaally bored. girl knows her worth and it is Not the guy who yells at children and can’t even eat pussy
I do think that between all of the zarajaceporter pairings, Porter and Zara have some of the most intense sex.
The rest is under a read more bc this truly is just smut
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Porter has never had a safe word before he never thought he’d need to use one himself and he thinks that if that’s good enough for him that’s good enough for his partners.
To Zara that’s all bullshit (she’s so right) and as long as she and Porter are involved she plans to break him of the habit. She's not a fixer, she doesn't care and shes doing it mainly for her and to some extent Jace's benefit. its been years since shes enacted her safe word, but its always known and in place. She LOVES bloodplay and with that, safety needs to be involved.
When Porter asks for her to drain him until hes near death she explains this to him but he tries to wave it away. He’ll look at her, so fucking desperate and needy and gooooods damnit he really can flash those stupid puppy dog eyes at her and get her on board with anything. He does agree to use a safe word though, so progress.
Porter doesn't like putting a lot of thought into his plans. His full idea was just: Slurp me like a juice box. And that was just kinda it lmao. But when the day actually comes he’s glad that Zara made him prep snacks and drinks to have on standby and had Jace talk him through what it would feel like. Jace and Zara have been there done that, and she was way more comfortable doing it with them bc she actually listens 😌 (she loves her obedient butch to pieces)
Jace is so excited for them to take this step. He knows Zara is careful about feeding for pleasure rather than hunger. They’ve discussed her bloodlust and how she used to have trouble with it and still gets the urge every now and then if she’s not careful. She knows her limits but she’s fucked up severely in the past and suffered the consequences. And as much as she hates to say it, she doesn’t want to accidentally kill one of her partners, she likes Porter. She did from the minute she met him even if the allure faded, now genuine care and affection for him is in its place. She likes Porter. Jace teases her about it all the time and tries to get her to say it to their boyfriend more often. She refuses, but she will drain him.
When she does, she’s perched on top of him staring down at him beneath her. His eyes full of trust and anticipation and when she sinks her fangs into him, the whine he makes encourages her. Porter strokes her hair until his limbs feel detached from his body, he’s in ecstasy, head somewhere floating in the clouds. When Zara releases him, his blood coats her from mouth to chin; dripping down onto her breasts. She looks incredible like this. If he had enough blood in his body he’d be so fucking hard right now. He didn’t take that into account.
Zara pecks his lips, then presses a gentle kiss to the puncture wounds in his neck and casts healing light. Porter can feel the life returning to him. Zara climbs off of him and goes to wipe her mouth and grabs the snacks and things for him so he can build his strength back up. She feels good, like there’s a buzz thrumming through her body. It wasn’t her first time tasting his blood, but never this much of it. She tucks the thought away before she starts to obsess over and takes a seat next to him.
“How are you feeling?”
“‘M alright. I liked it,” he grins at her and takes her hand, placing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “Was it good for you?” She flushes, looking away for a moment to compose herself as she nods. “Yeah, really good,” she breathes, feeling a bit lightheaded from his question. Porter munches on his apple slices for a bit before he breaks the silence. “How’d I taste?”
Zara’s body feels hot, it was such a simple question and it was making her so wet she could barely think straight.
“Good, really- uhm. Robust- but with something else underneath. There is a kick, like caffeine.” She doesn’t even noticed how tightly she’s clenching her thighs together, but Porter does. He hums at her response. She was getting off on this, just talking about the notes of his blood like it’s some aged vintage she and Jace saved for special occasions. “Keep talking,” he grunts, abandoning his snack in favor of placing his massive hand on her thigh.
Zara bites her lip, unclenches her legs and gives him the invitation if he’d like to take it.
“Well. It’s not that different from any other blood- it’s just- Porter-!” She gasps, as his hand slides her panties to the side before he inserts two fingers, stretching her open. He leans over and kisses her jaw, sucking the skin there. Only pausing to rasp, “Keep talking, Love.”
She shivers, rocking her hips and following his lead for once. “Your blood- it fuck.. uh- it was warmer than I’m used to. Delicious like hot chocolate, there’s an aftertaste of heat- mm, yes- Right there! Fuck- like when you eat spicy food, it lingers!” She keens, head falling back as a tight heat settles in her belly. Porter continues to work, thumb ghosting over her clit enough to draw a desperate moan from her.
“Good girl,” he smirks, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I like the insight.” He pulls his fingers from her and she growls.
“Don’t be a prick. Finish,” she eyes him, pouting. The stupid smirk doesn’t leave his face as he licks his fingers clean, not daring to break eye contact with her. “You’re a big girl, you can handle it.” Is all he leaves her with as he gathers his things and leaves her room.
Sometimes Porter and Zara will spend an entire day bullying the shit out of each other and pushing buttons until one of them is like “get your ass in my bedroom NOW.” Just to fuck the frustrations out.
Jace is somewhere in the house enjoying his quiet time when he just starts hearing furniture breaking and lots of.. noise 👀 he leaves them to do their thing while he catches up on his shows and has a lil spa day 💖
