“Sylus,” you shifted in his lap to face him, his brows lifted, lips stretching into a smile.
“Kitten?”
You slowly traced the line of his jaw with your thumb, the skin there was smooth from a recent shave. You still hadn’t spoke, just took in each detail your eyes could reach. The bridge of his nose, the lines where his eyebrows furrow and the silvery-white hair that framed them. Beautiful pieces of your lover’s human puzzle.
“I love being here. With you.” Your voice was quiet, but there was no denying the weight of the words that filled the intimate space between you.
“There’s no place I’d rather be, really. I…don’t think I’ve understood warmth until I felt it from your embrace.” You slid your hand into his to feel the warmth you described, it radiated beneath your skin like liquid fire, wrapped around you like it belonged.
“Sweetie…,” Sylus began, your voice broke in to gently interrupt him.
“Do you understand how much I adore you? How long you had to endure wearing the facade of a monster, when you’re the most gentle man I’ve ever met?”
His gaze faltered then, flickering down to your intertwined hands, this thumb idly drawing circles against your skin.
“May I ask what brought this on? These…thoughts. Praises…”
Your body fully settled into him, legs draped over his thighs, head resting on his chest. His heartbeat fluttered wildly, its sound pounding like a drum against your ear. Tracing the veins on his wrist, you hummed thoughtfully.
“I’ve felt this way for a while, now. But..I realized I never really expressed that and I should have sooner.”
The path that led you to these thoughts was one made of gravel. Your reunion with Sylus wasn’t exactly heartwarming, but like a neglected garden, your love needed plenty of water, sunshine and enriched soil to grow again.
And what bloomed was beautiful. Deep, red-black datura rooted themselves in your heart. Those roots sutured the gaps that his thorns had left before. Now, all you knew was the softness of his petals.
Sylus, the man with a floral scented soul, was speechless for the first time. After a moment, his arms tightened around you and he pulled you closer.
“I’m not used to being without a response when you speak,” he murmured before pressing a kiss into your hair. “As long as you know how I feel, that’s enough for me,” you replied.
“Thank you.”
“Your patience and acceptance…the kind words I often feel I don’t deserve, mean the world to me.”
Sylus cradled your face in his hands, he saw every version of you as he admired your features. He would remember them from each lifetime you had spent together, but this current one was growing to be his favorite.
One where your trust was earned, your touch softened and love honest.
“I love you for you, Sylus. Even the rough parts.”
An unfamiliar sensation washed over him, a mixture of warmth and relief. For the first time his eyes stung with tears and for once he let them fall.
“And I love you, in every universe. No amount of space, time or separation will ever change that.”
His kiss was gentle, reverent, maybe even thankful. This moment alone, with you curled into his frame, voices just above a whisper, was the best gift he could have ever asked for.
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a/n: something sweet for Sylus since his birthday is approaching. I love my sweet dragon. 💛
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🔞 MDNI When Zayne teaches you how to open your throat:
He’s slow, gentle and of course educational–muttering off full anatomy as he fills the tight space. “Your gag reflex has a very healthy response,” he’d praise, wiping a tear from your cheek. “Just a little more, love. Breathe through your nose.” He lets you adjust to the stretch, petting your hair, eyes lidded with adoration. “So, so beautiful,” he’d muse, thumbing over your bottom lip, collecting the drool pooling on your chin. He’d pull out just enough to feel the wet slide of his length before slowly filling you again, lip caught in his teeth–hazel eyes rolling back. “Good…so, so good for me,” his voice is a rough whisper as the pace heightens. He cradles the back of your head, gripping the hair at the nape. He never pulls, only holds, only grounds.
You’re a quick learner, an enthusiastic lover, moaning around his inches, sending vibrations up his spine. You brace yourself on Zayne’s thighs, bobbing your neck with more fervor. His fingers twitch and breath hitches, maybe he allows a curse to escape. What Zayne is sure of is that he’s losing his mind and composure, taking in the profane sounds your wet mouth emits, the whimpers and whines from your own arousal. He leans against the counter, he sings your praises, his breath shakes with every deep plunge. “D-don’t, s-stop…please,” he begs. You meet his gaze, brows bowed, mouth and chin a dripping mess. Zayne hisses when you cup his balls, he never taught you that, but wasn’t going to complain.
When you finally leave him for ruin, taking him all the way to the base, still massaging his low hanging fruit, his arm shoots forward pushing your sinful mouth away. Your tongue flicks out on instinct, collecting every pearlescent rope of cum. It’s warm, heady, a little sweet, and you don’t waste a single drop.
“You’ll be the end of me—,” he’d rasp, pulling you up from your kneeling position, tasting himself off your lips. Zayne’s reverence doesn’t end there, it never does. As you’re lifted to the counter and he descends between your thighs, he murmurs, “but before that happens, let me indulge in you first.”
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a/n: another Zaynie Drabble because I’m ovulating and horny :(. Thank you for reading! Reblogs, likes and comments are welcome and appreciated. Please do not plagiarize, repost or feed to ai.
“Just…move them to the side..,” you whispered in the cramped dressing room.
Zayne made an exasperated sound, but once you heard the lock click, a victorious smile split across your lips. “I thought I was only helping with the zipper…,” he groaned, his breath warm on the back of your neck. Oh, the dress, of course. The little black number that was tight as sin, cut above the knee, strapless—easily accessible.
The dress that no longer mattered after feeling the graze of Zayne’s finger tips down your bare back. He was only reaching for the zipper, really. Only trying to help. “You were, then you got handsy,” you retorted, pressed against the mirror. His nose swept across your shoulder, trailed up the length of your neck. Jasmine, vanilla, the natural scent of your skin. His olfactory senses were flooded, pants uncomfortably tight.
“If we get caught…,” he warned.
“We won’t, just cover my—mnph!”
Before another attitude-stained word could escape, Zayne cupped a hand over your mouth, just firm enough to make you whine behind it. “Shhh…now, isn’t this what you wanted?” His voice was deep, silky. Fingers from his free hand curled into the hem of the dress, slipping it over the curve of your ass. He palmed one cheek, humming with admiration, before reaching between your thighs. “Wet already, hm?”
Hazel eyes met your gaze in the mirror’s reflection, you nodded, trying to grind against his fingers. The hand around your mouth tightened a fraction, “mm-mm, behave.”
Zayne slowly rubbed over the ruined gusset, soaked with arousal. The friction was tortuous, yet intoxicating. “You know…I do appreciate how ready you get for me,” he praised, tugging your panties to the side. “At this rate, you’ll make a mess of my hand.”
A choked moan was muffled from behind his hand. He sank inside with such ease, not an ounce of resistance. “Don’t close your eyes, keep them on me,” he instructed, his emerald pools darkening.
“Such a naughty…naughty girl. Although I’m no better for indulging you,” Zayne’s voice was a blend of honey and ice. Warm in your ear, yet stern as his fingers curled inside you. “Want…more,” you murmured, your pleas still muffled behind his palm.
“Greedy…,” he groaned, pulling the hand on your mouth away, reaching for his belt. The metal clicked, leather hissed through each belt loop and landed on the floor with a thump. To keep the moan in your throat from escaping, you bit down on your inner cheek. His crown dragged through your folds, eliciting a groan from Zayne’s chest. “God, you’re so…mmh.”
Fog crawled across the mirror from your heated breath, each pant becoming deeper and impatient. “Please, need you.”
You shared a shuddered gasp as he pushed inside, “stay quiet.”
Nodding obediently, you hiked one leg on the bench in front of you. This gave Zayne better access, a fuller view of your heated connection. The mirror was cool against your warm skin, handprints smeared where you tried to grip for purchase.
“There’s something thrilling about stepping out of line, god the idea of getting caught is making you clench so tight,” he rasped. His hands curled around your waist, thrusts firm and even. The hum of the overhead music just barely obscured the wet sound of slapping skin.
“So full, baby, fuck…,” you whined, legs wobbly as you neared bliss.
Zayne’s fingers met your clit, puffy and aching for friction. The pads of his fingers worked in slow, devastating cirlcles, almost pulling a cry from your throat.
“Shhh, you’re almost there. I can feel it,” he soothed, planting soft kisses to the back of your neck. Words abandoned you now, but Zayne filled the empty spaces with praise.
“So good for me...”
“…Being quiet even while I fuck you like the bad girl you are…”
He caught your eyes in the mirror, dragged a thumb through the drool collecting on your lips. You always looked so pretty like this. Gaze glossed over, skin warm and flushed, mouth agape. He curled two fingers inside it, you sucked them on instinct, the action sent fluttering pulses through Zayne’s length.
“Just like that angel, cum for me.”
Your insides were coiled tight, begging to snap, a single bead of sweat rolled down the valley of your spine. The thrill this sent beneath your skin was like ecstasy, each nerve ending tingled with life.
When you finally came, Zayne’s hand made its way over your mouth once more, catching the muffled moans of his name before they would rattle the thin dressing room walls. You pulled him in deep, gasping as his cum filled you to the brim.
His weight slumped against your back, breath warm as it fanned over your shoulder. “Satisfied?,” he whispered.
“Mhm,” you hummed.
Zayne eased out of you gently, sliding your panties back in place to catch your combined fluids. They would be ruined by the time you made it back to the car.
“The dress is perfect, by the way. Stunning,” Zayne mused, eyes soft as he watched you redress.
A smile spread across your face, “thank you, I was on the fence about it but,” you giggled, grabbing the hanger off the hook. “Now I feel obligated to buy it, we’ve already broken it in.”
Zayne’s expression grew smug, that one millimeter tick of his lips that could only mean mischief. “Not exactly.”
Your brows knitted with confusion, “huh?”
“It won’t be broken in until it’s lying on the bedroom floor after tonight’s banquet.”
“Zayne—!”
But before you could scold him further, he was already walking to the check stand, dress hanging over his arm, card out and ready to pay.
I mean, he wasn’t exactly wrong, though.
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a/n: these freaks lol
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Intimacy with Sylus is nothing short of passionate. His touch is always heavy with reverence. From the way his finger tips glide across your skin, to the deep press of his lips. Every word of praise that rolls off his tongue burrowed into each crease of your mind.
Sylus always encouraged you to take whatever you needed from him, to greedily fulfill your every desire—and you did, though sometimes it felt like it was more of a reward for him.
“Mmh–Sy-Sylus…,” you gasped, fingers tangling messily into his hair. He hummed in response, the deep thunder that was his voice sent vibrations through every last nerve ending. “Too…much, fuck—.” His biceps tightened around you, pulling your body deeper into his grasp. His tongue wrote in cursive against your flesh, moaning at the taste. “Just a little longer, kitten? I can feel how close you are,” he purred, planting a wet kiss to your folds. “Didn’t you want to use my mouth? I believe that’s what I heard.” You rolled your eyes, trying to catch your breath as his thumb toyed with your clit.
“I—mmh…what you’re doing is–ahh– torture.”
A slow, devilish grin split across his lips, his eye faintly began to glow. “Aww, you poor thing. So…I should stop then?,” he asked.
“N-no! Don’t–,” you begged.
Sylus groaned, the sensation made you squirm, “good, allow me to continue.”
As if his mouth and tongue weren’t enough, two slender fingers pushed inside your cunt. The sound of you gushing around him was enough to make you blush, hiding your face in your hands.
“Don’t be shy, I love it when she sings for me…”
Sylus always knew where you needed him most, always found that tender, silky spot. His fingertips curled with a ‘come here’ motion, tongue and lips still working your outer nerves. “Mmh, my kitten makes the prettiest noises, doesn’t she?,” he beckoned. You whimpered, grinding hard against his face. “Use me as you desire, yes, just like that…”
“S-Sylus—.”
Your spine bowed as he pumped faster, tongue flicking your poor clit swollen. The crimson glow illuminating his eye grew brighter, evidence of your combined desire flooding the heated air.
“Cum for me,” he growled.
You clawed at the sheets, squeezing Sylus’s head with your thighs. You gasped as each wave of pleasure spread from head to toe. The taste of your release was devine, more than the most expensive wine–left on his tongue to be savored. Sylus lapped away the mess, not wasting a single drop. Your essence left a glossy sheen that he shared with a heated kiss.
“So decadent, can you taste it?,” he rasped, licking into your mouth. “So warm and sweet.”
You melted beneath him, beneath his grounding weight and never ending hunger. He gave until you both collapsed, limbs and breaths tangled.
When it comes to your desires, Sylus never tires from investing in them.
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Your body felt heavy. Legs cement, arms curled around Zayne’s bicep as he guided you inside. Calm and gentle as always, Zayne replied to every slurred word with a soft ‘mhmm’, stifling low chuckles as best he could.
Finally he sat you down on his sofa, kneeling before you to loosen the leather ankle straps of your heels. You sighed with relief, mumbling how they were killing your feet all night. “Then why wear them, love?,” Zayne asked, gently rubbing the soreness from your sole. “Mm–cuz, Zaynie…wanted t’look good f’you.”
He couldn’t argue with that. However, the shoes weren’t even what stole the show nor his breath. The soft, sage-colored gown with a low cut back and slit up your right thigh? Certainly made it difficult for your husband to keep his hands to himself. “Banquets are sooo long, and the food is so tiny,” you complained, pinching your fingers together to mock the appetizers served earlier in the evening. “But the drinks…? Strong as hell.” Zayne nodded, slipping off your other shoe, “indeed. Very strong.”
In your tipsy state, your lidded eyes wandered, admiring his tailored suit, silver wired glasses and raven hair. He combed through his bangs with his fingers, showcasing his sharp brows. He looked so handsome. Too handsome to let that effort go to waste. “Zayne…,” you murmured, sitting up slowly. He hummed, reaching out to support your wobbly posture. “M’not ready for bed yet…,” you hinted, running a finger down the line of his chest. He grabbed your wandering hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Is that so? Why don’t you sober up and we’ll see where the night takes us, hm?”
You nodded in agreement, sinking back into the couch. “Stay right there while I get you a glass of water, Mrs. Li,” his voice was warm, clear and edged with a calm authority that made your skin buzz. “Yes, sir…,” you breathed, words scented with liquor.
Zayne was aware of what you were doing, he knew by the way your hand rested on his thigh during the drive home, inching dangerously close to his zipper. Hints were made all night through hushed flirtation and lingering stares across the banquet hall. What you didn’t know was that he was edging you with his patience. Watching you squirm and squeeze your thighs together when he’d promise ‘we’ll leave in a few minutes’.
Zayne would never take advantage, never overstep. He wanted you present, attentive and fully aware while he pleased you. He wanted to hear you say ‘yes’, ‘please’, and ‘more’—enthusiastically. So, he watched as you finished the glass of water and helped wipe off your makeup. After a long, warm shower, what remained of the alcohol’s buzz had slowly worn away. But the humming between your legs was growing insistently.
He set you at the edge of his bed before stripping off the layers of his suit piece by piece. With your bottom lip caught in your teeth, you watched, the arousal warm and palpable. The room felt hotter, now. You squirmed impatiently, your towel falling loose. “Would you like some help?,” he asked, running a finger along your jaw.
“Yes,” you sighed, shivering at his touch.
“Stand up for me,” he instructed, “and turn around, please.”
The towel fell, pooling at your feet. Soft lips met the nape of your neck, leaving warmth that made the hair there stand. Zayne was going to savor you, the softness of your bare skin, the remnants of your perfume. His hands left feathered paths down your sides, resting at your hips. “What now?,” he whispered against your ear.
“Touch me. P-please.”
“So polite,” he mused. Zayne nuzzled into your damp hair, kissing across your shoulder. Each press of his lips earned sounds you couldn’t control. The ache between your legs was unbearable, barren and empty as you clenched around nothing.
“Tell me what you need, love…let me hear you,” his voice was honeyed and presence wrapped around you like a silk ribbon. It felt impossible to respond, you so badly wanted to, but your voice was caught in the web of your vocal cords. “Perhaps you need a little guidance,” Zayne suggested, sliding his fingers through your folds. He rubbed slowly, pulling a moan from your lips.
“M-more, please…”
He hummed softly, supporting your weight as you melted into his frame. “I’ll give you whatever you want, just ask…”
You wanted him entirely, every last ounce of heat, flesh and sensation. “Zayne…want you to taste me, to fuck me,” you keened, voice breaking as his fingers slid inside.
His breath was heavy and hot as it blew against your skin. He savored the warmth and wetness that welcomed him, pulling him as deep as he could reach. “You’re always so ready for me,” he praised, pumping long, slow strokes.
Then you felt empty, whining as he retrieved both fingers. “Open,” he breathed. The taste of you bloomed across your tongue, heady and sweet. Zayne groaned low as you sucked his skin clean of your essence, kissing and nipping at your shoulder. He turned your body, hands firm at your waist as he laid you back on the bed.
The bedding was soft against your skin, cradling your pliant form like a cloud. Zayne knelt at the edge of the bed, admiring the sight before him. “So Perfect...”
You sank deeper into the mattress, letting your legs fall open. A growl rose deep from Zayne’s throat, Adam’s apple bobbing at the sight of the mess coating your pussy. He licked his lips, lowering close before planting a kiss on your inner thigh. “Please…,” you whined, spreading your lips open for him.
“God…”
A much louder, needier sound fell from you as his tongue drew a path from entrance to clit. Zayne loved the taste of you—sweet, unique, one that only he could memorize.
His lean arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you open wide as he devoured your sweet ambrosia.
Your spine arched, eyes rolled back. If heaven existed, it was right here, surrounding you in sensation. And yet you still needed more, selfishly, possessively.
You were so close, the knot in your stomach growing tight. “Z-Zayne—,” you whimpered, fingers gripping his hair at the root. “Let go for me,” he rasped before sucking your clit between his lips. “Fuck, just like that. Don’t sto–op!” Your cries echoed through the quiet expanse of his home, left to be embedded in the walls. Impassioned sounds of his own vibrated through you, sending your body over the edge, leaving his mouth and chin a dripping mess.
Weak whines and panting breaths escaped you, your arm was thrown across your forehead in exhaustion. Zayne peppered feathery kisses along your stomach, chest and cheeks. “You’re so beautiful like this, you know.” You could taste the reverence off his lips, the truth behind his praise. It was a flavor that left you insatiable, practically starving for more.
“…still need more,” you cooed quietly.
Zayne wrapped your legs around his waist, “say please for me, angel.”
“Please baby…make me full…”
Zayne groaned, his jaw ticked at the desperation in your voice. He couldn’t help but comply when you begged so sweetly. A shared gasp filled the air as he sank inside. “Mmh, you feel incredible…”
Your eyes met in the dim light, glossed and hazy. His hips began to move in slow, gentle motions, thumb circling your clit. Zayne growled when your response was a tight clench around his length. “I was made for you, daddy, every inch of me.”
“Tell me more,” he rasped.
It was no secret that Zayne loved the sound of your voice. How it broke when he pushed deeper inside you, left raspy from calling his name. No matter how much you spoke, it was never enough.
“I’m all yours, Zayne. Only you make me feel good. M’so wet for you—fuck, please don’t stop,” you babbled, mouth hung as his pace increased. The pressure on your clit was firmer, his thumb rubbing faster as the words spilled out. “Gonna cum for you, make a mess on your cock—ohmygod Zayne, yes!” Your thighs locked tighter around him, pupils blown wide, “this pussy is yours, only yours.”
That was what finally drove him to the brink, his hidden greedy nature surfacing at the claim you proudly made. Your hips clashed, moans blended as you came in unison. The warmth of him left you full and sated, leaking from where you connected. Zayne pulled you into a deep, reverent embrace, lips sweeping and tongues dancing.
Sleep crept in as you curled into his arms. He watched the rise and fall of your chest, admired how soft your lashes were as they rested on your cheeks.
“Yes, and I’m all yours. Your Zayne.”
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You love all of Sylus’s features. Really, you do. His sharp jaw, arched brows, the curl to his plump lips. Crimson eyes that bore into you even at a simple glance. His hands, oh, his hands. Big, slender, corded with river-like veins.
However, nothing compares to his nose. Handsome and broad, masculine in all the right ways—placed perfectly on his face. You loved the way his nostrils would flare, how his blush would dust the tip when aroused. You especially loved the way it nudged your clit when you rode his mouth.
He was minding his business, going over auction dates and weapon trades in his study. You were perched on a chaise lounge in the corner, attempting to read a book. Soon, one innocent look turned into incessant staring, eyes dragging up and down. Insatiable.
“Is your book no longer interesting?,” he chided, peering over his glasses. A small gasp caught in your throat, guilty. “Mm, not really, no.” His lips curled dangerously, beckoning you with a ‘come here’ finger. You stood at the edge of his desk, hands splayed at the edges of scattered paper work.
“Come sit, Kitten. Tell me what’s troubling you.” Your heart flickered, legs almost tangling around themselves as you shuffled to his lap. Sylus’s hand rested on your thigh, the other arm around your waist. “Speak up,” he goaded, lips grazing your ear. You squirmed in his lap, meeting his expectant eyes. “I’m just…bored.” He hummed, not quite convinced with your response. “Would you like me to take you home, then?” “N-no—I just, want some attention,” you murmured, fingers curling into his dress shirt.
“That’s more like it,” he purred, pulling you in closer. “What kind of attention, pet?” He traced circles on your knee, “you’ve been staring at my face, did you think I didn’t feel your eyes on me?” You felt warm, from your cheeks to the heat pooling between your thighs. He read you so easily, all while you thought he was immersed in his work. “I want…,” you whispered, eyes closing in on his nose, lip tucked in your teeth.
“Oh, I see…you’re in need of somewhere to sit? Am I correct?”
Your thighs pressed together, panties already beginning to soak through. “Mmh—yes…” A low growl rumbled in his chest, his arms slipping underneath to lift you. “I suppose I can stop working for now.” His stride was measured yet swift as he carried you to the bedroom, setting you down at the edge of the bed. He reclined against the headboard, loosening each shirt button, eyes already calling you. Your knees dug into the soft mattress, crawling your way until you straddled Sylus’s waist. Just the anticipation alone had him hard, pressing against your clothed heat.
“Why are you so far away? My face is up here,” he teased, gripping your ass and positioning you to hover above him. His hands slithered up the backs of your thighs, hiking your skirt higher. “Mmm, so wet already,” he groaned, running a thumb over the transparent fabric sticking to your skin. You whined, legs already trembling, “S-Sylus—.” That same thumb pushed your panties to the side, pupils dilating at the sight of the sticky mess just inches above his mouth. “Kitten…you’ve interrupted my work, I have graciously laid back and waited…,” a kiss pressed to your thigh, panties dragging down and thrown to the floor. “Now sit. And use me like you intended.”
With a strong tug, your heat met his tongue, parting you open, giving your clit a flick. “Ah—mmn,” you keened, bracing yourself on his shoulders. Sylus guided your hips forward and back, until your body took over and created its own rhythm. It started off slow, patient, but the taste of you crawling over his tongue sent rattling moans through your insides. You chased the sensation, the delicious vibrations, whining and whimpering—fingers buried in silvery-white tresses. His cheeks hallowed, inhaling your sensitive clit between his lips. Red eyes were all you could see as your hips continued to wind, hazy and lidded as the scent of your arousal coated the lower half of Sylus’s face.
“Haah—haah, feels s’good,” you rasped, trembling harder with every suck and lick. His forearms locked around you, keeping you pinned in place. Your eyes widened, then rolled back as you felt his pink muscle fill you completely. It was warm and thick, wriggling against your walls like he was leaving his signature. “Oh fuck, Sylus—too…too much!” A gravely sound rose from his throat, rippling all the way up your spine. You thrashed in his grip, full and overstimulated—pleasured tears welling in your eyes. He pulled away for a breath, “poor thing, isn’t this what you wanted?” His thumb found your clit, rubbing in torturous circles.
“Such a needy little thing, making a mess of my face. Though, I can’t say I’m not enjoying it,” his free hand came down on your ass, leaving a hot sting on your flesh. It only made you wetter, your slick rolling down his neck. “Mmh…gonna cum Sy, please,” you whimpered, nails digging into your own thighs. “Are you asking me to go faster?,” he purred, flicking his tongue like a serpent, “or maybe…slow…” His lips swept reverently over your folds, making out with your pussy. The sounds emanating from where you connect were filthy, your mind was swimming and breaths labored. “Gonna..mmm cum,” you hiccuped, brows bowed desperately for Sylus to bring you to climax.
“Take what you want, Kitten. I’m all yours.”
Your eyes fell to his nose again, hips moving on their own. You rode over the broad hump, sliding up and down. The tip nudged your clit, sending chills over your skin. Just a little more…just enough pressure. “That’s it…good girl,” Sylus praised. His gritty voice was your undoing, every muscle pulled tight then softening as you came. Essence soaked his face, pooling at his shoulders—leaving his pillowcase ruined. “Fuck…fuck…,” you whined, riding out each wave, legs clamping around his head. You felt Sylus shift beneath you, his hips chasing friction that wasn’t there. He moaned into your pussy, deep and guttural—leaving him gasping for air.
“Sylus—are you okay?,” you panted, pushing off his face. His cheeks were flushed and glistening, expression completely blissed out. He took your hand, smoothing it over his still twitching cock, “mm, more than okay, Kitten.” You felt the damp patch beneath your palm, he came untouched just from you using his face, from riding his nose fervently. Heat bloomed across your cheeks, hands reaching to cover your face. Sylus grabbed your wrists, “don’t be shy, you know I love to feed your desires.” You felt your pulse spike when his eye began to glow, “however, I’m still hungry…”
Suddenly you found yourself on your back. His head lowered between your legs, breath hot as it fanned over your sex.
“And I can assure you, I am far more greedy.”
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*smut with fluff at the end because it’s Zaynie.🩵❄️ 🔞MDNI
Zayne wasn’t sure he’d heard you correctly. He stuttered a bit, sweat forming on the nape of his neck. “I’m sorry, love. Could you ask that again?” With your legs lazily laid across his lap, you casually repeated your request. “I want you to be a little, well…more stern, in bed. I love what you do already, I just wanna try it.” There was a quiet authority Zayne had to his touch and his voice. You first noticed it when he scolded you for getting injured during a mission. Aside from your monthly heart evaluation and lunch dates, he didn’t want to see you at the hospital for more serious reasons. You, on the other hand couldn’t stop yourself from squirming when he spoke with more grit, thighs pressed together as he secured gauze bandages firmly on your wounds.
There was a beat of silence between you, then Zayne spoke. “Alright, but please tell me when I go too far,” he rubbed gentle patterns on your bare thigh, as if to remind you he was still the soft, generous man you’ve always loved. “You never go too far, Zaynie…,” you reassured, slowly moving to sit in his lap. His body already felt so warm beneath you, hands settling around your waist. “But I wouldn’t mind if you did…a little…,” you murmured, lips grazing his ear and pursing chaste kisses on his neck. Zayne’s fingers flexed against your hips, a small groan slipping through. “Mmh—you can start by sitting still,” he instructed, just chilled enough to send heat straight to your core. The immediate switch made your breath catch and you nodded, using all your willpower to prevent yourself from writhing against his groin. He held your jaw, observing the growing flush across your cheeks, the way your eyes lidded with submission and mouth hung—panting like a needy puppy. “You’re already so worked up,” he muttered, fingers trailing down your throat and resting on the base of your neck. “Doesn’t take much…,” the words left you breathlessly and your heart rate began to peak.
His hazel eyes darkened, lips curling up slightly. “I know, you make this so easy for me. I’ll admit, I like it very much…”
With a free hand, he slithered between your legs, clicking his teeth at the already ruined pajama shorts beneath the pads of his fingers. “The idea of getting treated like a slut gets you so aroused, doesn’t it? Pitiful.” You were already clenching around phantom fullness that wasn’t there, nodding and whining as his fingers worked into the wet patch bleeding through the fabric. “Tch—be a good girl and grind yourself on my fingers.” Your hips moved as if they had a mind of their own, rotating in shaky circles. “Feels—so mmn…,” you rasped, forehead pressed to his. “W-what else do you want me to do, Zayne? Tell me…”
A mix of emotions whirled in his mind, you begged for instruction, but looked too sweet to command so harshly. So he just held you tighter, spoke lower in your ear. “I want…you to listen to me when I tell you to be careful on missions,” he rasped, moving your shorts and panties to the slide. “When I ask you to get more sleep and hydrate everyday,” a finger slid through the slick mess coating your folds, you gasped. “Why don’t you ever listen…,” he grunted, burying the digit inside. “Why are you so defiant?” As much as you wanted to reply, the way his long finger curled against your walls left you unresponsive, fisting his raven hair. “M’sorry, I’ll listen—ah—better,” you choked as a second finger made its intrusion. Zayne’s cock was stiff and twitching, he cursed himself for being so turned on, his restrain paper thin. “Really? Or am I going to have to teach you?,” he asked, voice husky and breath hot.
The idea of him ‘correcting’ your behavior had you clamping down on his fingers, pulling a moan deep from his throat. “Teach me, daddy, please…I’ve been so bad.”
Fuck. You were only making this worse, with your begging and bucking hips, nipples pebbling through your camisole. “Take this off,” he huffed, tugging at the hem of your top. You lifted it over your shoulders, your breasts jostling in the process. Zayne took a nipple into his mouth, suckling and teasing the peak—fingers still scissoring in and out of your pussy. You yelped, the new sensation leaving your skin riddled with goosebumps.
“Mmn, please don’t stop…,” you mewled.
A sharp sting pulsed through the sensitive bud as Zayne bit down, “you’re not in charge right now, remember?,” he muttered.
He looked deep into your eyes, the golden flecks in his glowing from the nearby lamp. “Make a mess angel, now.”
In just seconds you came undone, quivering in Zayne’s arms as your orgasm rushed through you like a torrent. You slumped against his frame, whimpering his name, breaths labored. His lips slotted with yours, the kiss was commanding but still reverent, filling your aching lungs with air once again. “Not done with you yet,” he rasped, standing up with you in his arms.
Zayne made his way to the bedroom, his stride measured even as his heart pounded behind his rib cage.
Your back sank into the mattress, eyes wild and raking down his body. Starting at his belt, you watch his fingers work swiftly, the metal clicked sharply in your ears. His cock was already peaking out the waistband of his briefs, flushed and weeping. The sight of him had you licking your lips, pupils dilated. “You just can’t wait for me to fuck you? Leave you ruined?,” he sneered, caging you in with his arms.
“Please,” was all you had, brows bowed—legs falling open.
He took your hand and wrapped it around this length. The heat of his skin was scalding, veins prominent and thick with blood. “Can you even take all of me?,” Zayne teased, dragging the tip through your slick folds. “Haah, mhmm—,” you hummed, weakly.
“Yes. Or. No. Answer me properly,” his tone was like ice, you only grew wetter.
“Yes, daddy—mm!,” his crown slid inside without resistance. Zayne grimaced at the tight hold you already had on him. “Good girl…now take a little more,” he soothed, sinking all the way to the hilt.
God, you felt so full, felt his pulse flicker against your insides. He let adjust to his girth, sweeping loose hair behind your ears. “So pretty when you’re stuffed with me,” he praised. The contrast of his honeyed voice and vulgar words made you swoon. Now if only he’d start moving, if only he started fucking you like he was depraved. Your hands shot to his back as he thrusted once, slow and deep. The stretch was intoxicating, you never wanted it to stop. He hissed when your nails dug into his skin.
“Behave.”
He’d be lying if he didn’t admit he liked the marks, the evidence of your possession. Zayne was just as greedy, sinking his teeth into your throat, sucking a hickey into the skin. “You’re mine, don’t ever forget.”
You moaned, tangling your limbs around his body, “I-I won’t—.”
His pace heightened, the bed frame creaked from the force. Your knees were pushed to your ears as he rutted into you, pulling every sound from your parted hips. He knew they were his, the noises you only made for him and admittedly it inflated his ego. “Say my name,” he commanded, holding a fistful of your hair, tugging your gaze to his.
“Harder, Zayne–fuck–just like that.”
His hips ground with more fervor, hitting the spot inside you that made your vision blur.
“Again.”
“Zay–Zayne, oh my god…” You were dangling over the edge, the tight coil in your core wound tight, fraying like a worn rope. Zayne was just as close, every nerve ending firing off, resolve fading fast.
“Who do you belong to?,” he breathed.
“You, baby…only you.”
“Good,” he praised, thrusts firm and claiming. “Whose pussy is this?”
Your walls fluttered, he’d never been this vulgar with you, never asked a question so heated. It took you too long to answer because your mind just couldn’t stop spiraling. Only when his pace slowed did your focus recenter.
“Yours, it’s yours Zayne…please don’t stop!”
And he didn’t. He gave and gave and gave until there was nothing left. The air was thick with the scent of sex. Filled with cries and moans, your names echoing from each other’s mouths.
“Gonna…cum…,” you keened, eyes rolling to the back of your skull when you felt the deft pressure of Zayne’s fingers massaging your clit.
“Yes, give me what’s mine…right now..”
“Zayne—.”
“Now. Cum for me,” he groaned.
Your second climax was even more intense than the first. It had your spine arched high off the bed, legs shivering, slick splashing against Zayne’s abs. His cock throbbed, almost painfully as he flooded your pussy with his cum. For a moment, you couldn’t move, limbs heavy and boneless. It was still in his nature to be soft. To take care of you even if you craved a little roughness. Zayne kissed anywhere his lips could touch. Your jaw, temple, ever so lightly on your closed eyelids.
“So good for me. I love you,” he murmured, pulling you tight into his embrace. The warmth was welcoming, safe. As it always was when it came to him. “I love you more, Zayne.”
“Did I hurt you?,” he whispered. “I’m not use to getting so…out of control.”
You turned in his arms, gently cupping his cheek. “You underestimate me, Doctor, I’m more than okay. I promise.” Zayne hummed, idly thumbing over the purple hickey he left on your neck. “Just…let me take care of you afterward. It’s my duty as your partner…and primary care physician.” His dry humor made you giggle, “I can do that. Let’s shower, hm?” Zayne nodded, that subtle smile you loved pulling at his lips.
His hands smoothed over your body, lathering your skin with silky suds. You would have never known the man just moments before with how tenderly he touched you now. You returned the favor, letting your fingers slip over every inch of muscle. Guiding him to sit on the shower bench, you massaged his scalp with shampoo. Zayne leaned into your touch, dark lashes resting on his cheeks. “You’ve always had a fondness for my hair, haven’t you?,” he hummed. You giggled softly, “I can’t help how soft and fluffy it is, Zaynie—especially when you let me blow dry it.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, pursing a kiss to your stomach, “mmh, I love you. Love being this close.” Zayne continued to kiss your wet skin, each one lingering a bit longer. A gasp escaped you when his tongue dragged over your navel, collecting water droplets, making your hands stutter and grip at his nape. “Z-Zayne—“
His eyes glowed with a knowing look, one you recognized when the scent of your jasmine shampoo invaded his senses. He lowered between your thighs, hiking one leg over his shoulder. “Sorry…want to taste you again…,” he sighed, almost painfully as your heat fell in front of his gaze.
“Want to be gentle with you…”
The warmth of his tongue sent lighting up your spine, how it parted you open…and sank inside. It curled and twisted, roaming as far as it could reach. “O-oh, that feels…,” your voice melted into a moan, words forgotten. His lips caressed you reverently, slowly making out with your pussy. You couldn’t help but roll your hips with his languid pace, breath hitching when the broad bridge of his nose nudged your clit. The rare occurrence of Zayne being harsh and rough was thrilling, yes, but when he was gentle and unhurried—it made you fall apart effortlessly. He felt himself growing hard again from your sounds and taste alone.
It ended up the longest shower you’d ever taken, one that didn’t end until your legs shook and the hot water ran cold.
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He chokes, pushes his glasses higher on his nose and swears they’ve fogged over from the heat flushing his face.
“What…kind of video?,” he asked as if he wasn’t used to your antics by now.
You crawl into his lap, straddled over both legs—idly playing with the buttons on his dress shirt. Testing his patience, you pop one open, just enough for his tie to fall slack. Zayne’s throat works with a rough swallow.
“You know what kind…just one, please baby?,” you pout, tracing his Adam’s apple with your thumb, kissing the length of his neck.
His fingers dug into your hips, why was it always so easy for him to succumb to your naughty ways? “May I ask why you want to do something like that?,” he murmured, rubbing circles on your back.
“Mmh, so when we’re apart there’s something to watch if we have…well, you know, needs.” Your lips moved to his ear, tongue grazing the lobe. “Or maybe…we can just rewatch it together…”
It’s quiet for a moment, his eyes trail over you, slow, calculating and he’s already throbbing. You could feel it, right against your heat—a smug grin curling the corners of your mouth. “I think you like the sound of that, Doc-tor..”
Zayne’s eyes flick to your phone lying on the coffee table, he leans forward to grab it and turns it in his hand. He points the screen to you, watching you punch in the passcode.
“Just this once.”
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