Corroding Heart
Zeal had his heart broken, and he was literally and figuratively falling apart. As his best friend, you show him that life is still worth living, and you manage to fill the void in his heart.
≫ A/N: So I decided to give a somewhat literal spin to the song that I've been having on loop a lot recently. I don't know, something about it just... hurts me to my very core. And seeing Zeal sad makes me just want to cuddle him and leave kisses all over his face until he's a giggling mess. Give him all the love he deserves <3
Also, this is quite a long one, strap in! Get a snack and something to drink as you join me in this adventure!
Contains: female reader, best friends to lovers, Zeal is really depressed, you show him that there is still love in the world as you heal his broken heart, kind of fantasy-ish since his body is literally falling apart, disgusting ill body with seeping wounds, Zeal is in a LOT of pain literally, angst, fluff, comfort smut
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You hear your doorbell ringing a couple of times, which wakes you up from your nap. Still in your pyjamas, you walk up to your door as you rub the sleep from your eyes.
You look through the peephole and see your best friend standing there. He has tears streaming down his face as he tries to wipe them away with his sleeve, but more end up on his cheeks regardless. Wondering what could possibly be going on, you open the door.
The second the door is opened, Zeal flies into your arms, crying into your shoulder as he wraps his arms around you tightly. Both of you just stand there on the doorstep for a bit as you comfortingly let your hand run through his hair as he stains your pyjama shirt with tears and snot.
After he had become a little bit calmer, you gently force him to look at you as you softly squish his face in your hands. You suggest moving to the couch so you can talk comfortably. You walk him to the couch, and then you walk to the kitchen to make both of you some tea — hopefully that will help him calm down.
While you were standing in the kitchen, waiting for the water to boil, you also grabbed a few cookies and a few snacks from the fridge so both of you would have something to munch on, as you are going to be in for a long, long conversation. You knew it was going to be a long conversation, because Zeal is a softie at heart, but you've rarely seen him this sad before — signalling that something really important happened.
When you walk back to the couch, tray with tea and snacks in hand, Zeal starts sobbing softly as he looks at you. You put the tray on the table as you pull him against you, in your arms, once more as you let his tears run freely. You tell him it's going to be okay — even if you have no idea what's going on yet — as you occasionally give him a kiss on top of his head while your hand gently yet firmly rubs his back.
After Zeal has regained his composure somewhat, he tells you through tears that his girlfriend had broken up with him. You asked him why she decided to do such a thing, since they always seemed like such a happy couple.
"She told me she never really loved me in the first place. That she got together with me because she felt bad for me, because I was so sulky when friends would go out with their partners. She also told me she had loved someone else this entire time, and it suddenly made sense why she always made excuses to not be with me or come home late. She... She was..." Zeal couldn't finish the sentence, but you understood what he meant right away, so he didn't have to.
You pulled him closer against you once more. Yeah, no wonder he was so upset. He loved her so incredibly much. She was the most important person to him — well, along with you and his friends, that is.
"I am so, so sorry that this happened to you. I really had no clue that any of this was going on. That is such a fucking thing to pull on you. If anyone deserves someone who cares for them, it's you, Zeal. Never, ever forget that. Not gonna lie, I am kind of tempted to go to her house and lynch her now. What a sick, nasty move from her," you said with fire in your eyes — you were so incredibly pissed. You knew Zeal would never be okay with you lynching her — he loved her too much for that — but it did really sound like a tempting plan.
You would gently force your best friend to drink some tea from time to time to make sure he would stay hydrated after all that crying. He also took a piece of cheese and a piece of sausage from the tray to refuel somewhat.
For the rest of the evening, both of you would just be hugging and talking, reliving the happy memories he had with her. But thinking of those memories now, knowing it had been one-sided this entire time, only made him more sad. Cliché picnic dates, trips to the amusement park, slipping her free drinks at the livehouse — it destroyed him.
After both of you drank some more tea and ate some more snacks, you could tell that Zeal was getting more and more tired. You offered him that he could sleep at your house, so he wouldn't have to be alone. He happily agreed and went back to his place — which was a short walk from yours — so he could pick up some stuff to stay the night. You took a quick shower in the meantime and changed your pyjamas as you threw the snot-stained ones in the laundry — a worry for future you.
Zeal had a key to your house, but he never really used it because he didn't want to intrude on anything. But while you were in the shower, you heard your doorbell ring several times — it seems he was back really quickly. You peeked out of the shower to pick up your phone from the sink to text him to let himself in. Soon after, you heard the door close with a thud.
Zeal walked around the house, looking for you like a lost puppy. When he heard the shower running in the bathroom, he calmed down and went back to the living room to patiently wait for you.
After a little while, you walked out to the living room, your hair still wrapped in the towel and clean pyjamas on.
"Hey, would you maybe like to take a shower too? Did you bring shower stuff?" you asked as you walked up to him and sat down next to him. "Yeah, I'd like that. And yeah, I did bring it over, just in case. Maybe it will help me empty my mind a little bit, if you're okay with that, of course." Zeal said as he nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Don't be silly. You've showered here several times before. Heck, we've even been having sleepovers in each other's beds since we were young. Anything that helps you, I will let you do."
"Would... Uh... Would you be okay with me sleeping next to you tonight? I uhm... I uh... I kind of don't want to be alone tonight. I promise it won't be weird or anything!" Zeal said with a massive blush on his face. He mentally facepalmed himself — why did he even say that? It's never been weird between you two; you two have been best friends since pretty much forever. Why would it suddenly be weird now? It's not like it would be the first time either of you comforted each other as you lay in the same bed. 'Zeal, you fucking idiot,' he thought to himself. "I know it won't be weird. But what is weird is that you said that. Why would things be weird? I totally understand you don't want to be alone tonight. And you are free to stay over for as long as you need, until you feel better. My house is yours, too, after all. I will keep you company for as long as you need, no worries," you replied with a reassuring smile on your face as you took Zeal's bag in your hand to carry it upstairs. Zeal meekly followed you, embarrassed, still wondering why the fuck he said that.
Zeal unpacked his stuff and brought his pyjamas, underwear and the shower stuff into the bathroom. He took a shower, something he only then found out he needed much more than he initially thought he did. He didn't know what came over him, but he opened the bottle of shower gel you always used to take a whiff of it; the shower gels, perfumes and deodorants you used always made him feel so nostalgic and calm.
After he got out of the shower, he saw you already in bed, scrolling on your phone. He snuggled up next to you as both of you got comfy under the blanket. It seems like his tears had pretty much dried up at this point; you could tell he was still super sad, but no more tears were flowing. You could also tell he was exhausted, which made sense after such an emotional evening. You hugged him close as both of you soon drifted off to sleep.
When your alarm went off the next morning, you stretched to wake up properly. You looked over to Zeal, and then you noticed something — a crack in his face. You gently reached out to feel this specific line, and it really did feel like an actual crack in his cheek, all the way to next to his eye. You didn't even know that something like this was possible; was the pain in his heart literally hurting him?
Zeal woke up to you touching his face, feeling the different textures of the crack and the rest of his smooth skin. He stirred awake with a smile on his face, remembering that he fell asleep next to you tonight. But you had to speak up about this.
"Zeal, I think you should look in the mirror..." you said with a worried voice as you continued to touch that crack on his face.
Zeal, understandably confused, went over to the dresser with the big mirror in your bedroom and took a good look at himself. He soon enough noticed the crack across his cheek, and he panicked. He turned around and looked at you with tears in his eyes. You noticed he was really upset, so you cancelled work for today so both of you could spend some time together and visit your primary care doctor.
At the doctor's office, she told you that Zeal was suffering from something called "corroding heart". It was apparently something that can sometimes happen to people when they are hurt all the way down to their very core. Either losing a loved one, heartbreak, all that kind of stuff. She had asked him what had happened, and through tears, Zeal told her what had happened. She was very kind and understanding and listened intently. You would occasionally hug him or squeeze his hand to comfort him.
The doctor told both of you that it would get much worse until he was fully healed, and what things he could expect while he was suffering from this. From more cracks all over his body, to heart disease, to bones being easily broken if he wasn't careful and open seeping wounds. Also, there might be shortness of breath, a dull skin tone and protruding arteries that felt like they would be burning his skin, chronic exhaustion and, occasionally, panic attacks. Both of you panicked a little bit now as she told you how much this could possibly hurt, mentally and physically. But you promised your doctor to take care of him the best you could, so he would hopefully heal soon. She told both of you that regular visits would be needed for the upcoming time, so you scheduled a few of them beforehand.
When you went back home, you made it your ultimate goal to heal your friend as soon as you could. You called into work and explained what happened (but not telling the details, obviously). Luckily, the people at your job were really laid back and they told you that you should definitely spend the upcoming days with him, and if things calmed down a bit, you could come into work whenever it was okay for both of you.
For the rest of the day, you both mostly just chilled around home. You went out to the store to buy more groceries to feed both of you, and you also bought some extra shower gel, deodorant and shampoo for him while he went over to his house to bring some personal belongings, like his laptop, and more clothes over to your place. You also hung extra towel hooks in your bathroom so he had a proper place for his towel since he normally just tossed it over the radiator, and you knew he would appreciate that gesture. He had never stayed with you for more than a few days, but he gladly took up the offer to stay with you for weeks, if he so chose.
That evening, both of you went over to the kitchen to make a tasty dinner together. It was simple comfort food, and not hard to make, but it would definitely make him happy since he always loved your cooking. You both sat down at the dinner table to eat, and for the rest of the evening, you just chilled in front of the tv. In the meantime, Freo had called him about where he had been, and Zeal explained what was wrong. Freo, Kaelix and Seible were just as understanding as your boss and told him to take it easy, promising to visit him often to keep him company while they made sure that the other bartenders would take his place.
That night in bed, Zeal was struggling with his thoughts alone, as you had fallen asleep quickly. But you woke up soon enough when you felt him tossing and turning next to you, and then you heard he was crying. You held him close and listened to him ramble about all that was going on in his mind, and your hand moved through his hair as you kissed the top of his head every now and then. His tears were absolutely drenching your pillowcase, and he felt so bad about it that he felt the need to apologise for it.
"Don't be silly, Zeal. It's only normal that you are hurting, and tears are a normal part of that. Trust me, soil the pillowcase as much as you need; I won't get upset. We'll just change the pillowcase the next morning if we need to — I promise you it's okay," you said as you softly squished his face in your hands, as you gently pressed your forehead against his.
After some time, Zeal managed to calm down and went to sleep peacefully after he got up to pee, and you left a kiss on his forehead.
The next morning, he found another crack on his body — on his arm this time. And in the upcoming days, he noticed more and more cracks all over his body. At this point, he basically looked like a broken porcelain doll. And it didn't take long for the chest pains to start, and the seeping wounds to appear, which you would always bandage up carefully after each shower. He knew that brittle bones would be next, so he would move as carefully as possible to make sure he wouldn't fall over.
In those weeks, his friends had visited him (and you) almost daily, making sure he would be okay. Kaelix would react more and more surprised with each new wound appearing on his body. Zeal tried to assure him that he was fine, but what he didn't tell them is that he still fell asleep, crying in your arms every evening.
Zeal had soon suggested that you would start work again, that he was doing better. But you knew him better than anyone else — you could tell he was trying to be tough. His skin was getting an ashy tone to it, it's almost as if he was a walking zombie at this point. The chest pains were also getting worse, and he was chronically tired and sometimes short of breath. The burning, protruding arteries had also started appearing here and there, and you could tell they hurt him a lot. You tried to put all kinds of cooling creams on them to hopefully dull the pain somewhat, and it sometimes helped.
He felt flattered, but at the same time, he felt frustrated that you treated him like the most fragile thing in existence. You wouldn't hug him as tight anymore, afraid he would literally snap in half if you squeezed too hard. When you took care of his wounds, your movements were more careful, too.
He did keep insisting that he was okay and for you to go to work again. You knew something was up, but you let it go. Maybe he just wanted some alone time, which was understandable. His body was so broken at this point that he couldn't go to his own home safely, even if he wanted to. So — reluctantly, you called your boss to tell him that you would start working half days again.
While you were at work, however, Zeal could finally stop pretending that he was okay. He would cry the entire time, missing her, but missing you as well. He would scream into a pillow while he struggled to catch his breath between crying fits. He was in so much pain, mentally and physically, and he couldn't take it anymore.
He would inspect himself in the mirror, getting more and more worried that he might just die someday. He would take care of the wounds in the more private areas the best he could, but it hurt a lot, and his hands were too shaky to properly care for them. He felt stuck — there was no way in hell he'd ask you to care for those wounds, too. That would be way too embarrassing, even if he knew you wouldn't mind doing so in the slightest.
But there was a reason he refused to let you touch more sensitive areas.
You see, after some time, Zeal was starting to notice that maybe — just maybe — he was starting to feel more for you than just a mutual platonic friendship. It was so strange, since you had been best friends for as long as he could remember, and he had never felt like that before.
Something about you caring for him so lovingly and gently made his heart thump in his chest lately, which made the chest pains worse, but he would never tell you that. It made him feel loved, appreciated, seen. It had been a while since he had felt so much love from someone, apart from his supporting best friends.
Speaking of his friends, they would often visit him for a little bit while you were at work to make sure that he wouldn't be in too much pain. While they were at your house, he was hesitant at first, but he eventually told them about how bad he was really doing. Kaelix was close to tears; he felt so bad for his friend, and he wished he could do more to help him, but he really didn't know what he could possibly do. And Zeal also told them that he might just be falling in love with you. Freo just chuckled at the last part — he was surprised it lasted this long to begin with, considering how close both of you had always been.
Unbeknownst to him, you had been feeling the same things lately. When you were at work, you couldn't wait to go back home again so you could hug him. The rage for his ex that you felt was slowly but surely being replaced with a deeper kind of love for him you'd never felt before. You were confused; why were you suddenly feeling so different around him? You also wondered if maybe he was feeling the same things, because he had been acting a bit strange lately.
Whenever you touched him, he would turn into a stuttering mess lately. You also noticed that sometimes he would scoot away from you, and you wondered why he did that. But the reason was simple male anatomy — he was embarrassed about getting hard when you treated him with such love.
Getting hard was also incredibly painful, due to the wounds down there that he couldn't properly care for himself, and too much pressure against the area would make him double over in pain for sure, and he didn't want you to find out and worry about it. He always tried to hide the bloody underwear the best he could, but you would notice sooner or later.
Both of you just somewhat danced around the topic the best you could for a while — neither of you wanted to mess up the awesome friendship you had had all these years. But both of you knew that you would have to bring up the topic sooner or later, since things were getting more and more awkward.
You would sometimes even have... certain dreams about him. You just hoped to whatever holy force above that you made no weird sounds while you had these dreams, and that at least Zeal wouldn't be awake to hear them, if that were the case.
But Zeal heard. Oh, he heard, and it did things to him. His face turned into a tomato when he heard you moan his name as he could feel himself getting hard. He tried to sleep the best he could, but it would only cause him to have similar dreams, which woke you up. This turned into a really awkward cycle for a while, where neither of you told each other until Zeal decided he had to discuss the topic he feared so much head-on.
One day, after work, you found Zeal sitting on the couch with tea at the ready. You tilted your head as you looked at him. He looked at you with puffy eyes and a nervous expression on his face. You could tell something was going on in that pretty head of his.
"Hey, reader. Can we... Can we talk about something?" he asked you as you sat down next to him after you had kicked off your shoes. "Of course, what's wrong?" you replied as you put one hand on his shoulder and softly rubbed it to hopefully ease his mind a little bit.
Through tears, he told you about everything that was on his mind. About how much pain he was really in, his feelings for you and how conflicted it made him feel, that his rapidly beating heart made his chest pains so much worse, his worries about possibly dying, the dreams he heard you having and the wounds he couldn't care for himself. The entire time you hugged him close as you soothingly rubbed his back.
After he had spilt everything, he pulled back to look at you with tears staining his face, the salt from them only making the wounds hurt more. You gave him a kind smile, and then you left a gentle kiss on his forehead. You had a slight tint of pink on your cheeks.
You didn't reply for a little bit — too shocked and not knowing what to say. You knew he had been hiding some things from you, but you had no idea that things were this bad. Zeal was starting to have a panic attack when you still didn't reply after 2 minutes, apart from just hugging him. Had he messed it all up? Should he have stayed silent? He was so worried that things could never go back to the way they used to be.
You noticed said panic attack soon enough, and you held him close the entire time to help him through it. You helped him steady his breathing by doing breathing exercises together with him, as one hand squeezed his as the other rubbed soothing circles on his back.
Eventually, when he had calmed down, you took a deep breath and you said all the things on your mind as well. That you had found the bloody underwear, that he made you feel things you'd never felt for him before, that you had also heard his dreams and that you had been so incredibly worried all this time because you could tell he was in much more pain than he showed you.
Zeal's jaw dropped — shocked. All this time, he was trying to tell himself that the dreams he heard you have were just random dreams you would often have. All this time... you had had feelings for him too? And you had found the bloody underwear, even if he tried to muffle them away and wash them before you'd find them? And you also noticed just how much pain he was really feeling, even when he tried his best to hide it from you so you wouldn't be worried?
And then, the dam broke. He cried his eyes out as he hugged you tight, so tight in fact, that his entire body hurt. His hands, his arms, the salty tears on his face — it was all too much. You could tell he was hurting, so you gently tried to loosen his arms around your body, but in return, he only hugged you tighter. He was okay with the pain if this massive burst of love he felt between the two of you was the cause.
Zeal cried so long and so hard that you thought there was no end to it. All the way through it, you would shush him as you left soft kisses all over the wounds on his body. His face, his hands, his arms. Any spot you had easy access to would receive a gentle kiss from you. This stopped Zeal in his tracks as he looked at you with shocked eyes.
"Why... Why are you doing this?" he had asked you, a blush now creeping onto his cheeks. "I promised you I would help you heal. And I think this may just be the way to do it. My love for you will guide me to heal you," you said with a smile as you softly pressed your forehead against his.
And then, you did something that you had been wanting to do for weeks now. You entangled your hands in his hair to gently pull him ever closer to you. You looked into his eyes, which were a slideshow of emotions. And then, you gently placed your lips onto his.
Zeal's eyes widened — he didn't know what to do. But you didn't pull away. Your lips moved against his, hoping he would soon join you, because you had no intention of stopping anytime soon, now that you knew that he loved you, too. After the shock subsided a bit, Zeal's eyes fluttered shut as he pulled you closer to him, responding to your kisses.
The two of you just sat there for a while, kissing and pouring all your love into it while doing so. It felt so good for both of you to finally, finally be able to do this. You carefully pulled Zeal on top of you as you lay down on the couch, making sure you would hurt him as little as possible. He moved down with you, hissing in pain when he felt himself get hard, but you being the cause was worth it.
After some time, you pulled away for air as you held his face in your hands. And then, you noticed something. That first crack that had appeared in his face months ago seemed to be disappearing. It was getting shorter and thinner, and after a few moments, it was gone. Zeal looked at you questioningly, wondering why you looked so puzzled as your finger moved over that specific spot on his face.
When you told him what you saw, Zeal did his best to get up from the couch to go look in the mirror. You noticed he was struggling, however, so you picked up your phone from the coffee table and turned the camera to selfie mode to show him. He couldn't believe his eyes — it was really gone.
That evening, the two of you showered together, and he was not as afraid of showing his battered body to you, private areas included, as he was before. It was still a bit awkward, but he knew that it would get better in due time. After you helped him dry off, you did the daily wound care routine you had been doing for some time now. And this time, he allowed you to care for the neglected wounds he couldn't properly care for himself.
He had a massive blush on his face as you touched him down there, as he could feel blood rushing to the area he really didn't want it to go to right now. He was so incredibly embarrassed, and it hurt quite a bit. He knew you would have to take a different approach to caring for these particular wounds, considering you couldn't just put a gauze on them. Because how in the hell would that work if he had to pee, or it moved if you made him hard again?
But that was okay, since you had a plan. A few days ago, you found a special cream that could heal wounds like these much more easily. You had been applying it to every wound since then, before you would wrap it up safely, and he noticed they didn't hurt as much and didn't feel as sore. He knew that it would take some extra time for these wounds to heal, considering the location, but with your help, he knew it would be okay soon enough.
When you went to bed, you left some soft kisses all over his face once more. In the dimly lit room, you could see that the second crack that appeared — the one on his arm — was also getting smaller. This time, Zeal could see it happen in real time as he watched it disappear. He was flabbergasted at how quickly the first wounds were starting to heal. And for the first time, you weren't afraid to hold him a little tighter as both of you drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile on your faces.
In the upcoming weeks, you continued caring for his wounds as you would still do the standard weekly doctor visits. The doctor was really impressed with how quickly he was healing, and she asked him what his secret was. With a blush on his face, he told her that you were the cause as you squeezed his hand with a kind smile on your face. The doctor said she was happy that he had found someone who helped him heal, and that you were clearly doing a good job at it.
In the days after that, his body kept healing. His skin colour was returning, most of the cracks were gone, and only a few seeping wounds were left. The chest pains were also getting less and less, and his breathing pattern became better, too. He was looking much better after just a few weeks, and you could tell he was feeling better, too.
He had become more affectionate with each passing day, demanding more hugs and kisses, and you were happy to oblige. You did love him dearly, after all, and you wanted to do these things to him anyway. You had talked about maybe getting more intimate at some point, but you eventually decided that you wanted to make sure he was fully healed first.
One morning, both of you woke up and you did the daily body inspection. You checked everything. Were there cracks? How did the bloody wounds look, if there were any left? How were his chest pains and his skin colour? Well, the result was a massive shock to both of you.
He was healed fully.
Well, obviously, you couldn't be too sure about the bone density without a professional looking at it — but he felt much, much stronger. With tears of happiness streaming down his face, he hugged you and twirled you around. He excitedly called the doctor's office to tell them about the progress, and asked if he could come in that day — or the day after — for a bone density test. Luckily, there was a spot they could squeeze him into that was a cancelled appointment. So, that afternoon, both of you went to the doctor's office to get himself fully checked.
The doctor was even more impressed now as she inspected his entire body. She then performed a scan on him to check the health of his bones. You stood next to her as you saw her jaw drop. You asked her what was wrong, and her answer was, "Nothing, in fact, it's great news. He is officially fully healed."
Both of you went home happy, and you decided to celebrate. That evening, both of you went to the live house to visit the guys and show them his now healed body. They had still been coming by to check on him in the last few weeks, but it was great to see him back to his old self again. Kaelix cried as he flew into his arms, blabbering about how happy he was that he was doing much better. After that, he almost tackled you to the ground as he hugged you as well, thanking you for always taking such good care of him. You told him that you would always take care of him and that they would never have to worry about you ever abandoning him. Kaelix nodded enthusiastically as he wiped the happy tears from his eyes.
After that, you decided to go out to get some dinner. He ordered a gluten-free pizza, as you ordered some pasta for yourself. After that, you had a tasty ice cream dessert, and with full stomachs, you went back home.
You took a shower together, relaxing under the hot water as you washed each other. A happy sigh left Zeal's mouth; he was so incredibly grateful that you had cared for him so well all these months, and he was so happy that you felt the same way as he did.
That night in bed, he held you close while covering you in kisses as he explored your body in a way he had never done before. It felt really weird to be so intimate with you this way — but god — he really couldn't wait to properly experience all of you. You were no better, however. Since you had confessed to each other, your need for more grew and grew with each passing day. But you were patient; you wanted him to be better first. Didn't want to break his bones while you took of the 207th one, after all.
Both of you took off the underwear you decided to sleep in so you could feel more skin against skin. Both of your bodies were burning up; you were so nervous, yet so excited. You pulled him on top of you as you kissed him deeply, and he moved along with your motions like paint from a paintbrush. Everything just felt so smooth, so natural between the both of you since you had known each other for so long.
Both of you made out for a while as you opened your legs for him so he could move between them. For the first time, he wasn't embarrassed about getting hard when he was so close to you. In fact, he could tell by your hungry kisses and your roaming hands that you wanted him just as much. He rubbed his dick against your slick cunt, but you had other plans.
You were starting to feel a bit cheeky and needy, so you pushed him off of you, onto his back. You moved on top of him to cover his body with searing kisses, as you slowly but surely moved down to the place he wanted you most — his dick.
The two of you had regular casual talks about sex and how you liked it when you had sexual encounters with your partners. Like best friends usually do, you talked about what you liked and didn't like when it came to sex, so you already had some knowledge about what he liked — and he had the knowledge about you, too.
You took his dick in your hand as you moved it up and down to get him a bit more heated. You squeezed tightly, just the way he liked it. After you thought you'd teased him enough, you wrapped your mouth around him to properly start pleasing him now.
You moved in quite a rapid pace as you tried to fit as much as you could. Zeal could tell what you were trying to do, but he wasn't going to force you down. No, he was going to see if you could manage to do it. And if you couldn't, he didn't mind either way; he was moaning plenty as is.
After you repositioned yourself a tiny bit, you noticed it was easier to take him all the way, slowly but surely moving him down your throat until it felt more natural to you, and you sped up your pace. You would occasionally move your head more at the top while your hand fisted the base that you didn't have in your mouth at that moment. Sometimes your mouth would move to his balls to eagerly suck on them while your hand kept moving up and down his shaft.
Zeal could feel himself getting so close now — your mouth and your hand felt like heaven to him. He was leaking so much precum now that it kept hitting the back of your throath, egging you on to keep going. He had been heaving his breath for a while now while his hands tightened in your hair, motivating you to give him that final push. You took him all the way once more, moving up and down at a rapid pace. You could tell he was almost there as his nails were pretty much digging into your scalp now. With an etheral moan, he released into your throat, which automatically swallowed it down.
Zeal took a minute to catch his breath as you crawled up to eye level with him to leave some eager kisses on his lips. He enthusiastically responded to them, entangling his hands in your hair as he kept whispering "thank you's" for giving him such mind-blowing pleasure. One benefit of regular sex talk, you suppose, is knowing what both of you like.
After Zeal had recovered his breathing, he gently pushed you onto your back and moved between your legs. Oh, he was so eager to dig into your pussy and taste all the juices you had to give him. You looked at him with such a lustful expression that he wasted no time on digging in.
To test the waters, he started by licking some long stripes up your folds to taste you. You tasted delicious to him — sensual, salty, bitter. He soon started eating you out like his life depended on it.
His tongue would often enter your core while his nose kept bumping against your clit, sending you into an absolute frenzy. The slurping sounds between your legs somehow only made you even more horny. After a bit of time, two fingers entered you to rub at that spongy spot inside of you as his mouth wrapped around your delicate pearl. You were going absolutely mental now — digging your head into the pillow while your fingers dug into his scalp. You had no idea that Zeal was so fucking good at giving head. But at the same time, you knew he had had plenty of practice, so you weren't that surprised.
"Fuck, Zeal... You make me feel so fucking good, baby..." you babbled with slurred speech as you were losing yourself to the pleasure. He didn't reply; he just kept focusing on getting you there as soon as he could. When his fingers sped up and his mouth sucked and licked even harder at your clit, you knew it wouldn't take you long to reach that delicious high. And indeed, soon enough, you released all over his lower face with a moan that edged on a cry as he helped you through your orgasm.
You were busy catching your breath as Zeal wiped your release from his face and licked his hand to savour every drop you had given him. By this point, he was so hard again that he couldn't wait to get more of you. When he asked you if you were ready for more, you meekly nodded.
He kissed you deeply as his dick rubbed against your pussy to collect some slick. Not that he really needed to — you were absolutely drenched even if he licked you clean the best he could, and his dick was already leaking copious amounts of precum again. And then, he slowly but surely pushed into you as he held you close while leaving gentle kisses all over your face.
You seriously wondered how you took all of that down your throat earlier; he was quite big. Your walls immediately vacuumed his dick into you, barely giving him any room to move. But god, you really wanted him to.
You gave him "the nod", which Zeal understood loud and clear. Soon enough, he set a brutal pace, enjoying your body to the fullest.
"Fuck, darling, you feel so fuckin good, oh god... I've been wanting to do this for so long... So tight, so warm..." your boyfriend moaned as he hid his face in your neck to leave some hungry kisses there.
"Fuck, baby. Yes, that's it! right there! Fuck you make me feel so good, oh fuck! You make me go absolutely insane, fuck!" you moaned out loud as your nails clawed at his back, showing him how much you really loved having him inside of you.
Zeal kept abusing that weak spot inside of you, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix with every move into you. He made you absolutely see stars; you were slowly going insane. A pathetic string of drool exited the corner of your mouth. But Zeal noticed and was quick to lick it up for you with a deep chuckle that reverberated deep into his chest.
Both of you kept going and going. Every time either of you would get close, you'd slow down or stop completely to make it last as long as possible, soon after picking up the pace again. Neither of you wanted it to end — you wanted to enjoy each other for as long as you could.
But after several edged orgasms, it was getting much harder for both of you to hold back, so you decided that this was going to be the one. Zeal angled his hips downwards so his dick would rub against your clit with every move of his hips, something he knew you loved to death. At this point, you were becoming a screaming mess as your orgasm approached you faster than you intended. But luckily for you, your boyfriend wasn't far behind.
"Fuck, baby, fuck! I am so fucking close... Just a tiny bit more... That's it, just like that, fuckkkkkk~" you moaned as your nails dug even deeper into his back now. "I am so close, darling, fuck. Cum with me, please. I love you so much, cum with me, fuck." your boyfriend moaned as he licked and bit your earlobe, giving you that extra bit of stimulation.
With a moan that almost sounded like a scream, you released all over your boyfriend's pelvis. Zeal knew you were on the pill, but he still wanted to be respectful about your wishes regarding... Receiving his load.
"Fuck, where do you want it, darling? Inside, yeah?" Zeal moaned as he tried his best to hold himself back. "Inside, yes! Inside, please!" you moaned in ovestimulation as he fucked himself even closer to his orgasm. With a loud groan, holding you as tight as he could, he released inside of you.
And then, he ever so elegantly collapsed on top of you. Both of you took some time to catch your breath. After a bit of recovering, Zeal got up to get a wet washcloth to clean both of you up the best he could. After that, you got up to go and pee, and so did Zeal.
After both of you were somewhat cleaned up and with empty bladders, you hugged each other closer under the comfy, warm blanket. You both let out a happy sigh.
"Hey, reader?" Zeal asked you as a slight pink tinted his cheeks. "Hey Zeal, what's up?" you asked him as you softly pressed your forehead against his. "I love you. So, so much. Thank you for everything you have always done, and still do for me. You make me so incredibly happy." Zeal replied as he left a loving kiss on your lips. "You are so incredibly welcome, my sweet baby. I didn't lie when I said that you deserve love more than anyone else; I truly meant it."
The sun was peeking through the curtains when both of you fell asleep.