“Please,” his rough voice had long since devolved from confident growls to weak pants. He gasped for air between pathetic moans, fingers twitching around your wrists as he held you down. “You feel s-so good, fuck, I just need this, please-“
He released one of your wrists, hand sliding down your body until he could loop an arm under your hips. Jerking your body up, he slammed into you, hips grinding against yours until you cried out. Zeno groaned into your neck, his own spit warm and wet as he bit down. “F-fuck, please honey, keep making noise f’me, just a little longer, you’re such a good- fuck!”
It had been just a little longer for the last hour, at least. Your body was levels past overstimulated, creeping somewhere near pain but still lost in how hot and wet his broad chest was against yours. Pinned perfectly still against the mattress with no hope of escape, you barely had room to wiggle your hips to meet his thrusts in return.
“You’re like a dream, hole’s so wet — tell me you want more, tell me how good my cock feels.”
“Zeno,” you barely had the energy to moan, let alone form coherent words. “H-hurts, s’too much- you’re so big.”
He choked out a dark laugh, hips twitching as he continued to grind his aching cock into you. “Oh, honey, I want you to feel it. You’ve been so good for me, you can take more, I know you can take more, my sweet little pet.”
He bit down on your neck, sharp canine latching on to the delicate skin beneath your jaw. You yelped and tensed under him, squeezing his cock almost painfully. He let out a filthy moan into your wet skin, releasing his bite to nuzzle into the bright red mark. “Now say it, pet. Say no one else could make you feel this good, fuck- only me, tell me you love me-“
Your eyes snapped open at his desperate words, your lips curving into a sleepy smile. His stamina was running you into an early death, but he was reaching his end, drunk on his own lust as his thrusts quickly lost any sense of rhythm. His pants were laced with near-silent whines in your ear.
“Jus’ you, Zen,” Your whimpered words slurred into each other, barely more than a moan as his sloppy movements made your eyes roll back in your head. “L-love it, love you, can’t take any more- it’s- fuck, Zen please-“
Zeno pistoned his hips a few more times before he finished with a low growl, roughly grinding into you to milk the feeling. His hips twitched weakly as he collapsed his weight on you. You both struggled to catch your breath, exhaustion making even that task difficult. He groaned softly as he carefully lifted himself again, softening cock sliding out of you with a filthy squelch. You felt your combined wetness soaking the bed beneath your hips as he pressed a sloppy kiss to your jaw.
The bed shifted as he stood and left the room. You didn’t attempt to move, nearly asleep drenched in sweat when he returned with a warm cloth. Zeno wordlessly cleaned you up, hands surprisingly gentle after the way he just used your body like a toy. You let him handle you, only opening your eyes once the bed dipped directly in front of you.
It took massive effort to pry your eyes open, but you reached up to rub the sleep away when you saw his expression. His cheeks were flush with embarrassment, eyes looking anywhere except your own.
“I apologize.” Zeno reached out to brush his knuckles across your reddened cheeks. “That was unusually harsh of me.”
You hummed and leaned into his touch, shuffling forward to press your face to his thigh. “S’okay, I liked it. Just… maybe not again for a while.”
His eyes widened and he huffed, the corner of his mouth lifting in a disbelieving smile. “Regardless, I feel… fortunate, to have you here.”
“How romantic,” you hummed, exhaustion quickly catching up again. His low voice spoke again as his broad palm stroked your hair, but you were already asleep.
Being close to Zeno was already complicated, but having a relationship with him was even more so.
When you entered his life, he was still in the middle of a whirlwind of emotions and discoveries. His search to become stronger often blinded him and made him act similarly to Wesker—though never quite the same. After all, there was still humanity behind that thick shell, like a lamb in wolf’s clothing.
Zeno doesn’t just think he’s unworthy of love—he despises any display of affection or pity directed at him. Even if it comes from you, if he notices the slightest hint of pity in your eyes, he’ll snap and storm off in anger.
Zeno has a habit of watching you quietly when you’re distracted—reading, cooking, talking, or even sleeping. Not in a creepy way, but in a disbelieving way, like he’s trying to understand why someone like you would stay with him. Sometimes you catch him staring and he immediately looks away and mutters something defensive like: "Don’t get the wrong idea. I was just… thinking."
He hates admitting it, but he constantly compares himself: “I’m just a poorly made copy.” You try to comfort him, telling him that he’s a different person from what Wesker was, and that’s exactly what makes him special. But the silver-haired man refuses to listen, laughing bitterly as he says you could never understand what it’s like to be seen as a defective clone.
Affection feels strange to him, but it isn’t unwelcome.
He always believed he was unworthy of love, that no one could ever truly fall for him. When you stayed despite his outbursts and his Napoleon complex, Zeno began to realize that what he truly needed wasn’t to be feared by everyone—but to be understood and loved.
The two of you would spend nights watching the stars together. He would listen as you whispered plans for the future, and every time you included him in those dreams, it became one of the rare moments when he could genuinely smile. “All of that, little one? Sounds fun… we’ll definitely do it.”
The older man would say it in a calm voice reserved only for you. You were the only person who ever gave him good memories, and he was genuinely grateful for that.
Aside from the days when he became obsessively focused on surpassing Wesker and becoming more powerful; Zeno was a pleasant partner most of the time—especially considering you had been together for quite a while. He spoiled you with his black card, insisted on taking you out, and helped you with your shopping. And even though he pretended to hate it, he secretly loved when you kissed him in public. To him, it meant you weren’t ashamed to be seen with him. And in that moment, that was the only validation he needed.
Zeno has extremely light sleep—if you're not beside him, he wakes up constantly. But when you're there, he sleeps much deeper; sometimes he unconsciously holds your wrist or shirt while sleeping, like he's making sure you're still there. If you try to leave the bed too early, he pulls you back half-asleep: “Six more minutes… don’t disappear yet.”
He has a habit of removing his glasses only when the two of you are alone. The marks on his face become more visible, and he lowers his gaze, silently waiting for you to touch them. When you kiss one of the scars, his whole body trembles and he groans softly. “Damn it, darling… you really know how to make me weak.”
Zeno also collects the small things you accidentally leave behind—a hair tie, a note, a strand of hair—and keeps them inside an aluminum cigarette case tucked in his coat. Whenever he spends too long away from you, he turns to those little things you left behind: small fragments that remind him he still has a safe harbor to return to, even in the middle of all the chaos.
Despite his superhuman strength, he carries you as if you were made of glass. After losing his powers near Elpis, he still tries to lift you and almost falls—laughing awkwardly as he says: “Sorry… I’m still getting used to being… normal.”
If you take care of him during this crisis, he’ll be deeply grateful—but it won’t be easy. Zeno already had an extreme inferiority complex before (made even worse by Dr. Victor’s mockery after he lost his powers). Because of that, he becomes more guarded, trying to push you away, training until his muscles ache and he collapses exhausted on the floor on some random Tuesday.
The silver-haired man wasn’t used to feeling pain—let alone wounds that took months or even years to truly heal. For the first time in a long time, he felt fragile… more fragile than he had in years.
Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat after a nightmare where someone takes you away from him, and he can do nothing but watch. He tries everything he can for you—anything money can buy, he’ll give you—but his greatest fear is simply losing you one day.
⊹ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:
When you bite his throat, scratch down his back until you draw thin red lines, or suck a bruise onto his collarbone where his shirt collar barely hides it, he groans like he’s been wounded in the best way. “Fuck—Yes honey… show to everyone I’m taken... Show I belong to you.” The validation of being visibly claimed overrides his usual shame.
Foreplay is indispensable for him — Zeno is the type of man who secretly craves being subtly teased in public. A slow hand sliding up his thigh under the table during a dull business dinner, your warm breath and soft, filthy whispers against his ear while everyone else drones on, or the “accidental” graze of your fingers over the growing bulge in his pants as you shift in the passenger seat. Each touch sends a visible jolt through him — jaw tightening, breath catching, eyes darkening behind those tinted glasses — but he never stops you. Instead, he leans in just enough to murmur low and rough against your hair: “Keep that up, darling… and I won’t wait until we’re home.”
He used to avoid mirrors — hated seeing the scars, and the reflection of a face that he wasn't sure if it was still his own staring back. But once you start fucking in front of one, something shifts. You make him watch: watch how your body arches for him, how your eyes never leave his even when he tries to look away. “See that, honey?” he whisper while he’s pounding into you from behind, one hand wrapped around your throat, the other pinning your hip. “That’s you making me lose my fucking control...” It becomes a ritual. He’ll fuck you in front of the mirror until he can finally look at his own reflection without flinching — because he sees you wrecked and blissed-out because of him.
He prefers leather cuffs, silk ties, or his own hands pinning you down over elaborate shibari (too fussy, too vulnerable to "perform"). He loves wrists bound above your head so he can see your face — every flinch, every gasp, every time your eyes roll back. Heavy restraint makes him feel in total control, but he always leaves one hand free to touch your face or let you grab his hair if you need grounding.
He has a massive praise kink on the giving side — calling you “my perfect little thing” “so fucking good for me” “look how beautifully you take what I give you.” Hearing you whimper or beg under his words makes him rock-hard. But he secretly craves receiving it too. When you whisper “You're so strong,” “I love how you control me...” or “No one else could make me feel this safe.” mid-scene, his rhythm falters — he grips you harder, thrusts deeper, voice breaking into a rough “Say it again… fuck, say it.” It's the closest he gets to admitting he needs reassurance.
He likes spanking and slapping (on the thighs or ass—never the face unless it’s been pre-negotiated), as well as light flogging. He starts in control, building the intensity slowly based on your reactions. The sound of his palm connecting, your sharp inhale, the way your skin blooms red… it quiets the noise in his head. If you safeword or tense up in the wrong way, he stops instantly, switching to soothing rubs and soft kisses over the marks he’s left behind. Before he ever hits you in the face during sex, he asks about it at least three separate times—before either of you is too turned on to think clearly. And even in the moment, right before raising his hand, he asks again: “Are you sure, darling?” If the answer is yes, he begins with gentle slaps to your face while forcefully fucking your pussy—He'll only really slap you hard in the face after a few sessions and tests, and when he finally does, he'll be completely different. He'll make you open your mouth and spit on your tongue, ordering you to swallow while giving you a hard slap on the cheek at the end, all so that after sex he can give soft kisses to the red mark that's leftn in your skin.
He begs to cum inside without protection (even knowing the risks). When you allow it, he enters slowly, holds your thighs open and fucks you deep, rhythmically, groaning hoarsely: “Let me... please... let me mark you like this. I want to see my cum dripping out of you afterwards.” Every time he cums inside, he stays still, still hard, pressing his hips against yours to "hold" everything in, whispering "D-Don't leave... stay with me... please—you're the only real thing I still have... I love you—Please honey... I just love you s-so fucking much..."
Notes: I had to post this twice because my FORMAT BROKE IM CRYING. Victor fans scare me but I love yall. I had to remove the original pictures because they were fucking up the post 😭
Content/warnings: Non serious, no Leon for now because I'm bad at writing him. Size difference, men with no shame, and risk of being caught.
Characters: Victor Gideon, Zeno, and Grace Ashcroft.
Victor Gideon
• Yes. Victor's dick WILL kill you. Yes, your jaw IS going to lock. No, you cannot deep throat the entire thing at once, you're going to suffocate- and Jesus fucking Christ you're actually doing it. It's long, and thick, and you need significant prep to take it and get pleasure at the same time, which makes quickies either a hassle or outright impossible.
•All the snake imagery/referencing (he literally has a forked tongue in the Leon interrogation???) makes me think whatever he was injected with gave him weird mutations. Like two dicks or some sort of heat vision. Take this as you will.
Zeno
•Terribly impulsive, considering he would be alive if he listened to Grace instead of being a big dumb dumb and injecting himself with Elpis. He'd totally fuck you in his office- Or Victor's, if he's really feeling petty- and sometimes gets touchy mid meeting. Zeno cares about his image, sure, but he's also starved of affection and, again, likes having a hand on or around you at all times.
Grace Ashcroft
•Beloved wife <3 Grace isn't a particularly serious person during sex. She tries to keep the mood as light and sweet (and kind of cheesy) as possible with little jokes sprinkled throughout. Expect a lot of checks in, reassurance, and hand holding during.
•Things always devolve into a nap post cleaning up a little bit. It's not like she can help it- nine times out of ten, she'd barely just come home from work before, the heat of your skin isn't helping, and the two of you are already cuddling in bed.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Zeno POV, pre RE9, power dynamics, possessive thoughts, dom Zeno—reader’s into it, degradation, dirty talk, office sex, spanking, pussy slapping, oral (f receiving—Zeno eats it from the back 👏), name calling, spitting, violent thoughts, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie
not proofread; title taken from the quote: “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery” (Zeno would not find it as funny as I do 😂 )
Before Elpis. Before the infection took root and stained his skin like blackened ash. Before the obsession.
There was you.
Just some lowly researcher—another worker drone in the Connections’ hive.
He doesn’t understand where the interest comes from; maybe it’s because you gave him the respect he rightly deserves. You rarely make direct eye contact when near him, head always dipping in deference. He knows that he’s exceptional, but it seems you do too.
Regardless of the why, it’s the how that has him looking for you any time he needs to make his way to the Research and Development departments. How can he obtain you without coercion? The acquisition is much sweeter when you place yourself in his waiting hands.
It comes to a head when you seek him out (unnecessarily, he would add) for approval before anything is finalized in some no-name report. He could care less what it’s about, but the fact you came to him when he’s usually removed from the day-to-day is like morphine in his veins. A sweet surrender—although you don’t know it yet.
His office is far and above the cubicles and shared desk space of your ilk; it’s why he feels a flicker of surprise when you rap your knuckles on his door, waiting to be invited into his personal space. He didn’t think you’d be so bold as to visit him here.
“Enter,” he calls out, golden eyes watching you timidly walk into his office. “Shut the door.”
He holds in the smirk threatening to spread across his face as you do as you're told. Your eyes dart up to his face—shyly glancing down at your feet when he meets your gaze head on. You move forward, the click of your heels on his marble floors sounding like the staccato of gunfire. Pausing on the other side of his desk, he takes his time running his eyes over your body; soft blouse, pencil skirt, dark stockings, black high heels—he feels a hot spark of arousal in his gut.
You look warm and soft and so very vulnerable—like prey who has stumbled into the den of an apex predator. His teeth ache to sink into the soft animal of your body and never let go. Blinking slowly, he finally pulls his thoughts away from their base nature. He reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out his zippo before reaching across his desk to the silver cigarette case sitting there. Snapping it open, he watches you flinch at the sharp metallic noise.
Tossing the case back onto his desk, he flicks open the zippo—spinning the wheel and producing a tongue of flame to light the end of his cigarette. He takes a slow drag before lazily blowing the smoke toward you.
“Why are you here?”
You clench your fists for a moment before dropping them loosely at your side. Eyes locking onto the bridge of his nose, you softly speak.
“I wanted your opinion on the research into the progenitor strain.” Your fingers fiddle with the hem of your skirt and he has the sudden urge to demand you to raise it, to flash him a tempting image of your thighs—of your sweet little pussy.
He hums, seat creaking when he leans forward to flick ash into the tray at his elbow. “And what do you suppose I could offer?”
Your mouth opens for a beat before closing, bottom lip trapped between your teeth. Clearing your throat, you answer, “Expertise. I’ve read you are one of the few who has experience regarding—“
He throws his hand up to silence your voice, taking absolute pleasure from your quick obedience. Standing up from his chair, he slowly circles the desk—aurous eyes never straying from you. You keep your head down, but he can see the nervous trembling across your shoulders.
Taking another drag from his cigarette, the smoke drifts from his nose as he uses his free hand to lightly caress your arm—running his fingers up from your wrist to your elbow, seeing goosebumps raise in their wake. He moves to stand behind you, blocking the door and crowding you against his desk.
He nuzzles the side of your head, breathing in deep and catching a mix of scents—lavender, musk, a hint of sweat. It makes his mouth salivate.. the urge to lick the salt from your skin before sinking his teeth into your throat—he pulls back before he does just that.
“You truly came to me for my… expertise?” Amusement colors his every word.
You inhale, a shaky puff of air getting trapped in your throat. “I-I’ve heard rumors from other researchers.”
He clicks his tongue, hand trailing from the bend of your elbow to your shoulder before splaying his fingers across your neck—cupping your windpipe against his palm. A grin curls at the corner of his lips at feeling you stiffen in place.
“Rumors? That’s not a way to ascertain information,” he murmurs, heat coiling at the base of his spine from the thud of your pulse pressed into his fingers. “Not very scientific of a researcher, is it?”
You shake your head and he squeezes your throat. “I asked you a question.”
“N-no, sir.”
He hums, taking another draw from his cigarette, cherry burning bright for a split second before dulling, smoke spilling from his lips. “That’s much better.”
He leans around you, chest brushing the side of your arm as he stubs the cigarette out in the tray. “Now, what is it that you want from me?”
Shifting until he’s standing behind you once more—only this time his front’s fully pressing into your back—he drags both hands down your arms to your wrists, thin fingers circling the delicate bones.
“Your e-expertise, sir,” you stammer, body tense with nerves.
He chuckles, squeezing your wrists until you gasp. “I’m an expert in many areas.”
“Sir, I—“
Tutting, he noses the shell of your ear. “You wanted my input, correct? Well, I don’t mind indulging you—or myself, for that matter.”
Keeping his hold on your wrists, he guides your arms until you can place the flat of your hands onto the cool wood of his desk.
“Don’t move these,” he directs, tapping his first and middle fingers against the back of each of your hands.
“Sir?” It’s a quiet exhalation, but it makes his cock twitch all the same.
“And don’t speak unless spoken to,” he bites your earlobe, and you gasp.
Sliding one of his feet in between yours, he kicks your legs apart, making your skirt raise up until it’s stretched taut across your ass. Your stockings aren’t the high waist pantyhose he thought they were; instead, they’re thigh highs held up by garters—the thin clasps digging into the fat of your thighs and drawing in his gaze. The pupils of his eyes expand, stretching towards the sclera until only a thin ring of gold separates the two.
“What have we here?” His voice lowers, smooth and deep, as thoughts crowd his mind—of your smell, your taste.
His fingers grip the hem of your skirt and pull it up over the swell of your ass, groaning from the back of his throat when he sees the sheer panties covering you but hiding nothing. He smacks his palm down onto one of your ass cheeks, watching it ripple from the force. You whimper, hips wiggling and feet shifting. He laughs to himself, fingers snagging the band of your panties and pulling it away from your body before letting go, watching it snap back—the sting making you whimper.
“What was that?” He goads, hand dipping down to cup your pussy—the damp heat soaking the gusset and wetting his palm. “This needy pussy aching for more?”
“Yes, sir,” you whisper, head dropping—whether in shame or embarrassment, it didn’t matter to him.
“Good girl,” he simpers. Your back arches, pushing your cunt down into his hand.
He laughs out loud, "So simple.” He draws his hand back and slaps your pussy, feeling your panties as they cling to the wet lips of your cunt.
“Oh.” It punches out of you, and he delights in the slip up.
“Did I prompt you? I believe I told you not to speak unless spoken to.”
He rains slaps down onto your cunt, feeling his cock ooze precum with every stifled yelp and whine from your lips. He loses himself in it, in the sounds of your hitched breaths and pants—in the way you spread your legs just a bit more so he can connect the flat of his fingers to your swollen cunt. Your hips wiggle but now it’s so you can angle yourself for him to better spank your drippy pussy.
Mouth watering, he has to forcibly remove his hand—chest smoldering hot at the bereft whine you gift him. He grabs the back of your thighs, fingers squeezing the garter straps deeper into your skin.
“Kneel on my desk.”
Your legs shake minutely, but you quickly follow through and climb onto his nearly empty desk. Hands skating along the wood, your knees settle in the same spot where your palms were earlier. Grasping the dough of your thighs, he forces your legs to spread as far as they can. His gaze takes in your soaked panties, the outline of your pussy a siren song he can’t resist any more.
Bending at the waist, he presses his face into your clothed pussy, breathing in deeply—growling as the scent of your arousal fills his nose. Huffing your smell, his long fingers snag onto your panties. Tugging them to the side, he shoves his face into your cunt, mouth open and tongue lapping up your slick. You squeal at the roughness and he pulls back, slapping your pussy until you try to twist away.
“Behave,” he snarls, the hold on his restraint fraying. “Apologize, now.”
“I’m sorry, Zeno! I mean, s-sir! I’m so sorry!” You hiccup, a stray sob slipping out before you smother it.
“There, there,” he croons, a total 180 from just a second ago. “No need to cry. It feels good, doesn’t it?” A low hum escapes his throat. “Perhaps.. I’ll allow you to tell me just how much you love it.”
You whimper, and he slaps your clit so hard you buck back. “Say thank you.”
“T-thank yuh—you, sir.” You pant out the words, whining when he presses a suckling kiss to your puffy bud. “F-feels so good.”
“Good girl,” his mouth presses the words into your leaking cunt. “Taste so sweet.”
Keeping the hand holding your panties to the side in place, he slips his other one down to your garters, thumb tracing the elastic. He slides the digit underneath one of the bands and pulls it back as far as it will stretch, before letting go and listening to it snap sharply against your skin. Whimpering, you shove your ass back, pushing your pussy harder into his hungry mouth. Groaning, he swaps to the garter on the other leg to repeat the same thing. He drinks down the slick leaking from your hole, rubbing his face back and forth—needing more from you.
He lets himself go and eats you out how he wants. It’s been too long since he last tasted the heat of a woman’s cunt. Growling and slurping, he licks and mouths at your pussy, lips and tongue working together to soak your mound in his spit. Snarling, he drags the blunt edge of his teeth across your clit before harshly sucking the puffy bud—you whine and moan, begging for a reprieve that will never come.
He can sense his higher brain functions narrowing down to concentrating solely on your soaked pussy. You taste so good on his tongue—he could unhinge his jaw and swallow you whole. But since he can’t, eating you out until your legs shake uncontrollably will have to do. Losing himself in your taste and smell, his tongue delves into your hole, spearing you open with the slick muscle.
Tongue pulling out with a wet schlick, he pats your ass. “Hold your panties to the side.”
He softly kisses your cunt, over and over, lips never leaving your wet folds while he waits for one of your hands to grip the sodden fabric and hold it in place. Once you do, fingers from each of his hands curl around your garter straps, using them as a makeshift leash to keep you exactly where he wants you. Yanking you back into his face, he devours your cunt like an overripe fruit—sweet juice spilling down his chin to seep into his shirt collar.
He grinds his face into your pussy lips, tongue tracing your slit before slurping at your hole. Kissing his way up to your clit, he nips the pudgy bud before sucking it into his mouth. His tongue lathes across your sensitive bundle of nerves until you moan his name, back dipping to pop your ass out further. Tongue dragging through your folds, he flutters the muscle into your wet heat. He fucks his tongue in and out of your pussy, growling at every squirt of slick he has to swallow down.
It’s like he has tunnel vision—he can’t see past his own need of devouring your cunt. When he growls into your pussy, the vibrations make you mewl and gasp—hole clenching around his tongue in quick pulses. He inhales the smell of your arousal, moving his mouth against your sopping wet cunt lips until he can lick your clit over and over and over. Gripping your garter straps, he heaves your body even closer—sloppily kissing your clit, spit and slick dripping from his mouth.
You jerk and shudder, body trying to shift away from his hungry mouth but he keeps your snug little pussy pressed to his face. Crying out, your back arches deeply and he feels slick gush from your hole—soaking his skin and oozing down onto his desk to puddle. He doesn’t let up, lapping and sucking your cunt until you’re squealing from overstimulation.
“Oh, please, please, please, sir,” you beg. “I can’t again.”
Nipping at your clit, he pulls his head away finally breathing the air of his office not perfumed with your scent. “Are you denying me?”
“No, sir, no,” you bleat—reminiscent of a scared little lamb. “I’ve never—I can’t, it’s too much.”
He straightens up, hands releasing the hold on your garters to unbutton and shrug off his suit jacket. Tossing the fabric over the desk to crumple onto his chair, he grabs your waist and manhandles you until your back is flat on the wooden top. Tapping your panties with a pointed look, satisfaction coils low in his spine when you grasp the fabric and pull it away from your pussy. His eyes track down your tear stained face to your wrinkled blouse before skipping across your bunched up skirt to your flushed and swollen cunt. It glistens from the light overhead, tempting him once more.
“What’s that quaint little saying… can’t never could?” He keeps his tone light, hiding the inhuman snarl building in his chest. “Another instance of you showcasing qualities unbecoming a researcher.”
You blink and saline spills from your wide eyes. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“There’s no need for that,” he coos, fingers trailing across the dough of your thighs. “Just do better.”
His hand comes down as quick as a viper, landing a strike onto your wet slit. You gasp, stomach clenching from the surprise slap. His fingers squish your pussy lips together until your fat clit protrudes—then he spits onto the swollen bud. Using his other hand, he smears the saliva with his thumb until your clit’s coated in it.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?”
Bending at the waist once more, he licks a broad stripe up your pussy, ending with a flick to the hood of your clit. The breath saws out of your chest, a shaky whisper of his name before he loses track of everything but the heavy taste of you on his tongue. His thumbs spread your pussy lips apart, a rumbling groan thrumming through his chest as he licks deeper into your clenching heat.
With every lap of his tongue, he feels himself unraveling further and further—the predator he keeps under lock and key is breaking through its cage. Rubbing his nose up your slit, his tongue follows the same path, parting your soaked folds with the broad flat of the muscle. He shakes his head back and forth, lips dragging against your skin. Sucking the lips of your cunt into his mouth, he lets go with a loud pop before repeating the same thing again.
Your hips cant, lifting your lower half off his desk to push your cunt into his face. Hands letting go of your puffy slit, he trails them down to your ass, gripping the soft fat and easily taking some of your weight—helping you smother your weeping cunt onto his greedy mouth. Your hands gently touch his hair, fingers nervously skating through his undercut and making him groan. Your touch doesn’t go any further than that, but it makes him voracious.
He licks a hot path to your thigh and sinks his teeth deep into the skin; stopping himself from shaking his head like some feral dog, he lets go with a rumble, tongue lathing the mark. He tilts his head over your mound and spits loudly, before chasing the saliva with his tongue—massaging it into your clit with slow, lazy licks. It proves too much to your sensitive bundle of nerves, and you mewl wantonly—hips jumping and twitching as you climax against his mouth.
“I-I’m cumming, oh, oh, it’s—oh, sir,” you whimper, nails scratching his scalp and sending chills across his neck.
Wrenching his face away, he gropes your ass as you gape up at him. “Much better.” He blows across your wet folds to see your clit pulse. “Now, we can move on to the next part of our collaboration.”
Your brows squint in confusion. “Sir?”
Standing to his full height, his hands drift across your ass until you’re laying flat onto his desk once more. He watches you while he undoes his belt and slacks, reaching in and easily pulling his stiff cock free. Your mouth drops open, but he doesn’t miss the flash of trepidation and hunger in your face. His fingers wrap around the base of his dick, giving himself a long, slow stroke up to his tip before tugging his hand back down—pulling the foreskin back so you can see the precum weeping from his slit.
Letting go of his cock, he reaches up—and flexing that inhuman strength of his—tears through your blouse like tissue paper. With just a quick flick of his wrist, he rips it straight down the middle—his watchful eyes taking in your simple black lace bra. Smirking, he thumbs the clasp on the front.
“Aren’t you a convenient little thing tonight?”
His saccharine tone does nothing to undermine the vicious curl of his lips. Using one hand, he undoes your bra and yanks the cups away, rumbling in pleasure to see your soft tits spill out—nipples hard and puckered in the cool air of his office. Dipping forward, he licks one stiff peak before trailing his lips to the opposite breast. Biting your nipple, he hears your muffled whine and feels his cock pulse.
Grasping your soft tits, he squeezes until your back arches up into his hold. He laughs and presses them together until your soft buds are next to one another.
“It’s indecent how fat these tits are—“ he sinks his head down to suckle on your nipples. “Mmm, such decadence.”
Whining, your body trembles under his hold. He chuckles under his breath and sucks both nipples into his mouth, teeth nipping at your buds until you squeal. Letting go with a soft pop, he bites the underside of your left breast until you groan in pain. He sucks kisses into your skin, lips moving from one stiff peak to the next. Using his thumb and forefinger, he pinches a wet nipple as his mouth suckles the other. His eyes never move from your face—watching you succumb to everything he’s giving you.
Moving back, he stares down at your body, eyes lingering on his marks with carnal pride. Fingers pinching your nipples one more time, he lets go and smooths his palms down your ribs. Your heart rabbits in your chest and he smirks down at you. How easy it would be for him to squeeze you until the bones caved in—he could even peel you open and see your heart for himself. It might satisfy him in the moment, but you seem like something he can enjoy again and again if he keeps you whole. Hands dragging down your body, he presses his palms into your abdomen.
Eyes glittering, he cants his hips forward and drags his cock against your wet panties. “Shall we test how compatible this little pussy is with my cock?”
Nodding, your lips part with a gasp. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he hums, “put it in.”
Hand fumbling at your side, you reach between your bodies and softly grasp his cock at the base with one hand and pull your panties to the side with the other. He hisses and you freeze, doe eyes blinking up at him.
He nods down at your spread legs. “Continue.”
Shakily, you breathe out and notch the head of his dick at your drooling hole. Without any warning, he bullies his cock into your slick cunt, bottoming out with a low groan. You scream, back bowing up off the desk, hands scraping at the wood so hard he’s sure you’ll scratch it. With a grunt, he pulls himself completely free—cock kicking and shiny with your slick—and your panties fall back into place. He grasps the shaft and slaps it on your cloth covered mound.
“Don’t worry about protection,” he coos down at you, taking in the dip in your spine, wondering how far he could bend you before you break. “Your pretty panties will suffice.”
Fingers circling the base, he pushes his cock against your underwear, pressing them both into your hole—the fabric straining and adding a tingling pressure to the head of his dick. His balls, heavy and full, ache to spill inside your pliant body. Only able to sink his cock halfway into your spasming cunt, he slowly rocks his hips—fucking you with shallow strokes. Your tears wet your temples, hands raised halfway in the air between your bodies—like you’re afraid to make contact with his skin.
He grabs your hands and places them on his shoulders. “Scared of me?” He grins. “Even after all this?”
Your mouth opens to answer when he shoves his middle and ring fingers past your lips, making you choke around the digits. Spit runs down your chin as your tongue works the fingers in your mouth. He presses his middle finger down on your tongue before scraping the soft palate with his ring finger. Petting your tongue with his fingers, he chuckles at your dazed expression.
“Simple little girl, aren’t you?” He murmurs, pulling his fingers free with a wet pop.
“Y-yes, Zeno. Sir.” Your tongue clumsy in your mouth.
Growling, he feels heat coiling at the base of his spine—the pressure of your panties grinding the head of his cock making him copiously weep precum inside your hole. The sordid sounds of him fucking your pussy fill his office. His fingers grasp your thighs and yank your body to the edge of his desk and closer to his hips. The position lets him piston in your hole even harder, making the threads on your underwear pop with each thrust. His rough thrusts eventually snap the seam on your panties until they flutter down onto your thighs—only held in place by his fat cock.
“Pitiful, really,” he clicks his tongue, sliding his cock free of your cunt and pinching the fabric of your panties with his thumb and forefinger.
Tossing the soaked garment to the floor—leaving a wet splat behind—he turns his austere gaze back onto your shivering body. Splayed out on his desk like some pagan sacrifice, he nearly bares his teeth at you. Taking his cock in hand, he runs his thumb over the slit—gathering precum across the digit. He pushes his cum coated thumb into your mouth, forcing you to suck the taste off of his skin. Whining, you drop your thighs open even wider. As you suckle on his thumb, he guides his dick back to your slit and easily buries himself into your sopping wet hole. Much like the first time, he bullies his cock all the way to the hilt into your drooling cunt.
Starting up a quick tempo, he pounds his dick into your pussy. You gasp and pant around his thumb, half heartedly sucking it when he’s being so rough on your cunt. Pulling his hand away from your mouth, he brings them both up to your breasts, slapping the sides of each one with the flat of his fingers. Groping the soft fat until it spills between his fingers, he groans as you clench down onto his cock. He lets go and softly teases your nipples. Whining, you thrash against the desk, trying to angle your chest away from his hands.
“How am I not supposed to play with these cute little nipples with your tits bouncing like that, hmm?” His smoky voice purrs.
You clench around his cock so tightly it’s a struggle for him to thrust. Chuckling, he thrums his fingertips across the hard nubs, featherlight and teasing—listening as you whine and moan, pussy clamping down on his cock eagerly.
How much more enjoyable would he find work if he could keep you on his cock during office hours? He muses to himself, the corner of one side of his mouth twisting into a half smirk.
He’s pulled out of his thoughts when your body seizes, legs jerking against his waist as you cry out his name loudly. Feeling a gush of wetness, he drags his eyes from your face to your cunt, watching—always watching you—as you cum around his cock. You’re squirting so much that he pulls out and just gazes down at the liquid gushing from your spasming hole. He rubs his cockhead across your mound and clit, waiting until the tremors ease from your body. Shoving his dick back into your soaked hole, he growls at the way you squeeze down on his thick length.
“Did I say you could cum?” He snarls, fucking your pussy as hard and as fast as he wants—it’s probably too much for someone normal, someone human, but he doesn’t care.
“I’m sorry,” you wail, breasts heaving with every thrust. “I d-didn’t mean to, s-sir.”
“You’re lucky I’m feeling so generous tonight,” he rumbles, eyes blazing with their lucent gold. “Now, I want you to cum on my cock again.”
Mewling like a weak kitten, you nod, hands gripping his shoulders—wrinkling the fabric of his shirt, but it’s a small price he’s willing to pay to have you fucked stupid on his cock. Splitting open your cunt with his dick, he fucks you almost leisurely now, dragging out your pleasure until you’re drooling and begging him to cum again. He loves it.
“Just a dumb, pitiful girl, aren’t you?” He croons nastily, hand slapping your clit suddenly and making you squeal. “Come on, answer me.”
“Uh huh, I’m just a dumb hole for you to fill,” you mumble, eyes rolling back.
“Yes,” he hisses, slapping your clit again and making you moan loudly, “nothing but a pretty little cocksleeve.”
“Yes, sir,” you whine. “I’m your pretty little cocksleeve.”
“That’s right,” he groans, thumb rubbing your clit in tight circles. “And I want my little pocket pussy to soak my cock again.”
“I’m-I’m close, sir,” you pant, head digging into the desk. “So close.”
“Come on, show me what a good girl you can be,” he goads. He tilts his head over your pussy and spits down onto your mound and the hood of your clit. “Squirt on my dick.”
“Sir, oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck, oh sir,” you babble, fingers nearly scratching him through his shirt. Your legs kick out and you scream, pussy pulsing and milking his cock as slick gushes from your clenching hole.
As you ride out your orgasm, he doesn’t let up in the slightest. Liquid streams from your stuffed pussy, drenching his balls and dribbling down your ass to the desk below. You’re marking him in your squirt and arousal flares bright and hot in his abdomen, his lips pulling back from his teeth like a dog’s. Railing you harder into the wood top beneath you, loud wet sucking sounds echo from between your thighs. His cock pistons into your hole with reckless abandon, making your body slide back and forth with every pump of his hips. Balls drawing tight to his body, his own climax teeters on the edge—teasing him with the relief of completion.. teasing him with the idea of spilling his seed inside your accepting hole.
Your body jerks and shudders underneath his palms and he fucks his cock deep into your squelching heat, so close to cumming that he can’t think—mindlessly chasing after that finish. Gnashing his teeth together, he bottoms out one last time and practically howls as he spills hot and sticky inside your puffy cunt. Your pussy walls clamp down around him, fluttering and clinging to his cock—working every drop of cum from his balls.
“Take it, take it, you fucking slut,” he hisses, eyes flashing down at your face. “Take my seed deep into that little cunt, like a good girl.”
Whimpering, you can only paw at his shoulders, pussy still fluttering around his throbbing cock. He shallowly fucks his jizz deeper into your hole, balls pumping his thick load into you.
“I own this little pussy now,” he murmurs, pulling out with a groan, watching his cum ooze from your hole. “You’ll come to me when I call, understood?”
Breathing heavily, you blink rapidly—trying to clear the tears from your vision. “I understand, Zeno.”
Grinning, he pats the outside of your hip. “Good, that’s good. Get dressed.”
Moving back, he tucks his wet cock back into his slacks, grimacing at the discomfort. Not that it can be helped. He’ll remember to keep a spare change of clothes in his office moving forward. Distantly, he watches you raise up to a seated position onto his desk, shuffling forward until you can slide off onto your feet. Your hands white knuckle the edge, your legs shaking minutely. His pupils flare when he sees his cum seep down your thighs. Saliva pools on his tongue and he has half a mind to shove you back in place and eat the taste of his cum out of your used pussy. Giving himself a little shake, he pushes that thought away. Maybe next time.
You redress as best as you can; eyes searching the desk, you look at him, teeth sinking into your swollen bottom lip.
“Do you have a safety pin by chance, sir?”
An amused smile crosses his face. “I might.”
Walking back around his desk, he opens a drawer and rummages for a moment. Pulling out a small silver safety pin, he holds it out towards you in his open palm. Nervously, you make your way over to him, fingers hesitantly taking it from his hand.
“Thank you, sir.”
Pulling your blouse together and pinning it in place, you smooth your skirt down. Eyes skittering across his floor, you see your underwear and he waits until you bend to pick them up to speak out.
“Leave them.” He tilts his head at you. “Consider them collateral.”
“Yes, sir,” you bob your head in a nod. “Shall I go now?”
He laughs, “I’m not stopping you.”
Rolling your lips together, you give him another nod. Slowly, you make your way to his door. As soon as your fingers wrap around the handle, he calls out for the last time.
“We have a standing appointment. Be here every night at the same time.”
Your back straightens and you shiver, eyes darting over your shoulder. “Yes, sir.”
Entertained at your reactions, he watches you leave without any other comments. Stepping over to your soaked panties, he lifts them off the floor, examining them with a pleased curl to his lip. He turns back and takes a seat at his desk, shifting his jacket from his chair to lay across his lap. He sits your panties onto the wooden top, leaving the fabric balled up and wet. Digging into the pockets of his jacket, he grabs the zippo and reaches for the cigarette case still laying innocuously to the side. Pulling a cigarette free, he places the filter between his lips and flicks the zippo until it flames—lighting the tip. Taking a long drag, he blows out the smoke with a chuckle. Reaching into the other pocket of his jacket, he takes out his phone. Punching in a number, he brings the mobile up to his ear.
“I’m going to need a nightly cleaning crew to disinfect my office for the foreseeable future.”
Without waiting for a reply, he hangs up. Inhaling another drag from his cigarette, he lets the smoke drift from his nose to curl around his face.
“You’re going to be so much fun to play with aren’t you?” He purrs, staring at your ruined panties. “So much fun.”
Chapter 22 to RE Characters x Reader smutshot collection
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Pairing: Zeno x F!Reader
Summary: Your husband teaches you a lesson for disturbing him during his work time. Though, to you, he is withholding a deep and dark secret, that you can't help but be curious about
Status of your guy’s relationship in this one shot: Married
WC: 2.9k
Type: NSFW
Warnings: Making out, dirty talk, choking, degradation/praising, heavy themes of sub!reader/dom!Zeno, oral (Zeno receives), missionary, slapping, spitting, you both finish
Song to listen to whilst you read: Bad as the Rest - Jessie Murph
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Pacing back and forth anxiously around the bedroom, tons of thoughts roamed throughout your mind. Is Zeno having an affair? Is he going to abandon you? What could he possibly be up to from earlier in the evening until now, nearly six o'clock the next morning. None of it adds up!
Quite frankly, you're growing tired of it.
Tired of the constant worrying. Wanting him to be okay and happy with your guy's marriage seems impossible with how he has been this past couple of months. You've questioned him countless times and it's the same response time and time again.
"Don't worry about it."
"It's none of your concern."
"Just let me do things my way."
It goes full circle back to him and what he wants. He never seems to care about what you might want and need. It is exhausting.
The sound of the front door opening and then closing was heard. As if you were a cat, your head perked up and you ran out of the bedroom door and down to the railing of the staircase, glancing over it.
There he is, Zeno. In the flesh. He appears irritated already. You're sure it is from the numerous phone calls you made and voicemails you left him.
Ambling down the staircase in your robe, you were quick to confront him.
"You have been gone since seven yesterday evening! What is going on!?" You demand answers. Zeno rolled his eyes at your words as he removed his leather jacket, hanging it up on the rack. "Seriously? Rolling your eyes at me? What are you, a child-" You wanted to say more, but you cut yourself off.
His eyes were piercing you. He was staring at you with a look you haven't seen from him in a long time. It's dark and scary, mixed with it somehow being... Arousing?
Partial to your attraction to Zeno is his domineering side. It's hot and honestly? You've always digged it.
But lately, how can you?
Zeno is hardly your husband anymore. He is a stranger. Someone you hardly know.
Grabbing ahold of your arm tightly, you winced and shook your head. "What are you doing???" You yelled at him as he began to drag you up the stairs alongside him. "Zeno! Zeno, let me the hell go!" As you two reached the top of the steps, he let go of you roughly and glared down at you.
"38 missed calls. 20 voicemails. All throughout the span of three hours. Are you that clingy? That desperate? It's pathetic, truthfully." Zeno sounded disgusted. He took your wrist this time around and held onto you before shoving you down onto your guy's bed, then grabbing your legs and tossing them from the edge of the bed and onto it completely.
Sitting yourself up, you scoffed. "You told me you'd be back before midnight! Tell me, who is she? Some whore you met at a bar? Or better yet, some PhD bitch you are all obsessed with because the two of you share common interests?" You mention that because recently, Zeno mentioned how he wishes you shared his passions.
Total bullshit.
Zeno made a face of annoyance at your claims. "Shut the fuck up for once." He snorted out as he grabbed you by the ankles, pulling you back down to the edge of the bed. Can this man make up his mind!?
"What? I'm right, aren't I?" You spat out and he grabbed you by your neck, pulling you up to meet his face close. "No. You aren't. Your mouth is speaking in lies when I can think of a much better use for it." Oh my God. You attempted to move his hand away from your throat but his grip only grew tighter.
Zeno put his face directly in front of yours, his forehead pressing against yours in a manner you could not define. You wanted to look away, you really did. But you couldn't. His eyes are so very encapsulating. Your eyes were watery whereas his were that gorgeous, deep color of his. It irritates you how glorious his eyes are.
"You don't trust me one bit, do you?" He tilted his head slightly. You don't know how to respond to such a wonderance. Instead you just kept your eyes on his, which resulted in his fingers becoming tenfold on your abrasive neck. "Answer me. Now." Zeno stated sternly.
You used to trust him. When the two of you became partners for life, you were truly beyond in love with him and you felt as though he was with you. It's just that this past year has shown you so much about Zeno; His true colors. It's upsetting. He's a dark, dark man, who is always up to something or another.
You slowly nodded your head. His eyes never left your tainted expression. "I trust you. But you can't deny the fact you've been way too secretive, Zeno." You just want to hear him verbally agree with you.
Letting go of you, Zeno backed away from the bed and gandered up at the clock. It has been well over the time he told you he'd be back—that's not good on his part. However, Zeno knows what he's been doing, and it isn't infidelity—it is business. Business that'll never involve you.
Adjusting your robe, you went to get out of the bed but Zeno spoke up in a stark tone. "Sit back down." He murmured and began to unbutton his grey work style shirt. Listening, you got back onto the bed and watched him. Shirtless, he tossed his button up onto the ground and glanced back at you. "Come," he patted the very end of the bed.
Crawling down to him, you looked up at him. Zeno loves when you listen well. You always have, even during your most stubborn moments. It's just the way you're wired when it comes to him and your guy's relationship.
"I'm not having an affair, since you've gotten that idea in that pretty little head of yours, somehow." He whispered to you softly as he put his hand onto your cheek, caressing your face as he was looking down at you. "However there are some things you don't need to be a part of—such as my job. So will you just leave me to it from now on?"
As he finished up his sentence, his thumb found its way onto your lips. He parted them and slipped the finger into your mouth. You suctioned your lips around his thumb, your eyes locked with his intensely.
"Will you, darling?" He reinsinuated.
"Mhm."
You couldn't speak with his thumb in your mouth. Not that you are to complain about it. You like it.
"You're very tolerable when you listen to me, you know that, right?" Tolerable. You ran your tongue along his thumb before he pulled it out of your mouth and instead, brought it down to the cust of his dress pants.
"Tolerable girls are great but you want to know what's even better?"
The pop of the button from his crotch was heard as he dropped his black bottoms. You could see how hard he was. You then felt a pool of wetness make itself known between your legs.
"Good girls. Which, I know you can be one." He sighed softly and grabbed ahold of himself, pumping his cock as he stared down at you.
You genuinely hate how easy you are for him. It's fucking sad, but you revel in it, but not nearly as much as he does.
"Will you be my good girl tonight?" Zeno asked you, as he then took your hand in his free one, squeezing it gently.
Without a second thought, your head moved up and down automatically. That smirk overcame his face—the one he gets when he knows he's won you over again with his skeevy talk. "Mmm, yeah." He nodded slowly, taking your hand over to his hardened dick and letting go of it. "Show me how good of a girl you can be for me."
It's been some time. The two of you don't engage in anything sexual as of late. He's been too busy, and you hate it. The two of you used to go at it everyday. It just doesn't feel proper to let your body go unused knowing he has his advances.
You began to jerk him off, but at an already perfect pace. Zeno winced with a pleasurable noise, his eyes closing as he wasted no time focusing on the feeling. Being able to guide you, to get you to do anything he wanted, was a power he's never let go past him. Even in these past few weeks, he's thought about it. Hell, pictured it.
He won't admit it but, he needs it.
Zeno needs you.
Licking your lips hastefully, you brought your mouth down to his tip before swathing your wet lips around him. He grunted and bit his lower lip with a sharp motion, his head shooting downward to look at you.
Sliding your head back and forth, you took him as deeply as you could. He's big, both in length and width. It's almost too much, but you love it. So does he. The sight of you gagging around him, drool and watery eyes, it's so unbelievably beautiful. The joy it gives him is unimaginable. You're just something else in his eyes.
"Don't you dare stop. Don't slow down. Be my best girl." He whispered with a halted voice, his hips beginning to naturally move to match the bobs of your head.
The feeling of his cock slamming into the back of your throat was exciting. Your eyes remained open as of now, locked with his as a singular tear dripped from your right eye, streaming down your rosy cheek. "Oh," he shook his head as he smiled at the picture perfect view. "Such a perfect woman... That's it... Don't stop now..."
Both of Zenos hands went to your shoulders, giving them a good squeeze as his hips began to buck forward at a pace you could hardly match. You tried your best to keep up although, it didn't matter all too much considering shortly after, that familiar taste of his seed shooting into your mouth happened and you closed your eyes, swallowing every last bit.
You licked your lips and fixed your hair. Zeno stopped his panting and chuckled before getting up onto the bed, shoving you down onto your back, which caused you to gasp. Once again, not wasting any singular second of time.
His hands went from the bed and to the tie on your robe. He undid it and in doing so, he revealed your sensual bra and panties that lied underneath the expensive sleepwear. "I could never be unloyal to you... You've been my wife for a long time; I don't foresee that changing." His way of reassuring is odd but, it works for him.
Zeno started from your lips and made his way down to your breasts. His kisses were passionate, full of lots of feelings that weren't just arousal. It's clear they are out of a deep love too. He suckled on your neck, leaving red and purple hickies all over you, as if the two of you are teenagers. It was humorous, in a way.
Nuzzling his head between your boobs, you began to play with his brushed hair as he kissed, sucked and bit down on the outer area of your tits. He used his right hand to pull down part of your bra, exposing your nipple.
Bringing his mouth down, he sucked on your nipple. You moaned and tilted your head back, your hair disheveling itself against the satin pillow case. His teeth grabbed ahold of your nipple, the overstimulation causing your entire body to shake as a whole.
"Zeno..." You expired breathlessly, closing your eyes. It feels so good. Why is he suddenly all over you? “No talking.” Zeno said aggressively before pulling his head away and reaching for your underwear, smirking to himself as he started to inch them down your legs.
He completely pulled off your panties and brought them to his nose, taking in the smell with a great sigh before throwing them to the side of the bed. Watching him do that was incredibly sexy. You hate how handsome he is, and how he knows that he is. Zeno knows how to use it against you.
“Let’s see,” he reached his hand down between your legs, his fingers going for your folds. He made an acceptable noise. “You’re so wet… Is this all for me, sweetheart?” That stupid tone. So condescending! You rolled your eyes and when he caught you doing that, his other hand went for your jaw, jerking your head back to face him.
“You know better than to do that. Knock it off.”
You wanted to act like a child. Throw a fit for further attention. But you know how Zeno works. If you’re good with a splash of mischief involved, you know everything will work out for you. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, despite the fact he told you to not talk.
Zeno kissed your lips before pecking your forehead. He slid his fingers away from your heat, bringing them to his lips and sucking the juices from you up with delight. “You taste good, but I wonder something.” That very same hand then went to his cock, aligning it with your soaking warmth.
“Do you feel just as amazing as you taste?”
Zeno then slammed himself inside of you, his erect member hitting your inner walls with an aggression that knocked the breath out of you. “Oh fuck!” You moaned aloud and he brought his mouth down to shut you up, kissing you deeply, his hips rocking back and forth into you skillfully.
It’s been so long, or so it feels. Has he gotten bigger? Better? The feeling of the base of him slipping in and out of your wetness was extraordinary. It feels too good. You swathed your arms around his neck, keeping your husband close as he fucked you with that very same passion you know he’s always had—and hopefully will forever have.
“You taste and feel so perfect, yet you have the audacity to assume I am cheating on you?” Zeno huffed out as he was railing you, one hand on your throat, the other gripping the silky sheets beneath the both of you. You didn’t say anything, nor did you make a head motion. “I could and would never… You’re the only woman for me.” He grunted, closing his eyes and dipping his head into the crook of your neck.
Silence from the two of you, vocally. All that could be heard was the bed creaking, pants from the both of you and the intense sound of your guy’s bodies shifting together sexually.
You went to grab ahold of his face but with one swift movement, Zeno took your wrists and dropped them down above your head, keeping them in place. Now you can’t touch him at all. His hair strands were floating above your face as he was admiring you. Those eyes of his, they’re so captivating. Very arousing.
“I love seeing how vulnerable you can be,” Zeno laughed out as his dick began to throb within you, and his movements were even more sloppy with a messy love. You were shaking at this point. You can’t help it. The way his slim waist thrusted into you, you’re sure there’ll be bruises when you awaken later. He’s so rough with you; Neither of you could ever have it any other way.
Shutting your eyes, your mouth gaped open and you felt spit go into it. Your eyes shot open, and a slight leer appeared on your face. Zeno spat into your mouth before he then took his hand, his other holding both wrists down, as he then smacked your face before grasping your chin.
Holy fuck he’s so perfect.
“Look at me while I cum so deep inside of you.” He stated though, there was no compromising.
“That’s my girl.”
He then unpinned your wrists and reached down, his fingers going to your clit, rubbing it in smooth motions in hopes of making you have an orgasm alongside him.
Everything happening all at once, you weren’t surprised when the two of you came together. The fucking itself, the noises, him touching you… Your orgasm was phenomenal, and as was his.
Zeno pulled himself out of you after he shot his load in you, his breathing uneven and his body drenched from sweat. You were shaking, your legs uneasy and your head racing with thoughts. One thing though, the two of you were in bed, side by side, reminiscing on the crazy sex you both just had.
“That’s what good girls get,” Zeno swallowed before standing up, holding his hand out to you. “They get to make love, then take a shower with their partner, okay?” You took his hand and he led the two of you to the bathroom, where you then took a joint shower, and eventually fell asleep in bed together.
Can I request a one-shot of Zeno x Reader, where they're making out and reader kisses his neck, and the man goes from 0-100 real fast 🙏
You absolutely can, baby!💖💖💖💖 I realized I've never written dry humping on this blog, and suddenly I desperately needed this man to come in his pants 😌💖 this is a little short cause I'm just now coming back from vacay, but I hope you all enjoy!💖💖
🌑-nero
ZENO x F!reader
CW: dry humping, sex with clothes on, cum spreading🤭💖
0 to 100
Zeno is a much gentler lover than his stoic personality lets on.
You're straddling him on the couch in his office, mouth pressed hotly to his. His hands roam your bare thighs, darting under your pencil skirt, squeezing the soft skin there. Despite his severe look, he often only held you gently. Your hands creep around his neck to hold him close.
He's been so stressed lately. You can see it in the way he sets his jaw, feel it in how tight his shoulders are. The closer he gets to finding Elpis, the busier he gets. Days of back to back meetings, running back and forth from the Chronic Care Center; It's been ages since the two of you had any alone time. Even still, he seems to melt under your touch, completely swallowed by your scent and weight on top of him.
"You've been so busy lately," you pout. You knew he couldn't help it. It still sucked not seeing him as often as you'd like.
Zeno traces your cheek with his hand, golden eyes flickering around your face.
"Surely you can forgive me," he murmurs against your lips.
You 'hmm' innocently, grinding your pelvis down onto him. Zeno stiffens beneath you, swallowing thickly and gripping your hips tight. He's growing hard under you. Zeno thrusts up into you and you bite your bottom lip at the electrifying sensation. After so long of not being together, you're almost too desperate to even take your clothes off-- you need him now, clothes be damned.
You kiss him softly, trailing your lips down his face to his neck. Zeno exhales, tilting his head back to give you more access. You smile against his skin. All these years, and yet your touch still gets him so hot and bothered.
You kiss his neck and explore the soft skin there. His voice rumbles up from his throat in a low moan. An open mouth kiss here...An open mouth kiss there...
Now, where is that spot...
Your teeth scrape against the skin just at the base of his neck. Zeno gasps softly. That delicious sound goes straight to your cunt and you moan against him. His fingers grip your thighs tight and he thrusts his erection into you. You tremble above him, grinding your hips down onto him as you moan against his throat.
Zeno captures your mouth roughly. The room spins-- One second you're on his lap, the next he has you pinned to the couch. Zeno's weight bares down on you and you moan as he lifts your leg over his shoulder to drag his thick, clothed cock against your panties.
"F-Fuck, Zeno," you gasp, throwing your head back against the couch cushions.
"You tease too much," Zeno says lowly, kissing you again deeply.
God, he's rubbing your clit just right. You cover your mouth, eyebrows drawing up as Zeno picks up the pace. He clenches his jaw, grunting softly as he kisses you over and over. He presses his forehead to yours. His hips are sloppy, desperately rutting against you as he chases that high for both of you.
"Don't stop," you beg, "Don't stop--I'm--I'm so close--"
Zeno stills suddenly. His hips stutter, cum soaking his pinstripe pants. You follow shortly after, digging your nails into his forearms as your orgasm crashes over you. You lay there for a moment, chest heaving, breathing deeply, trying to gather your bearings. Your eyes snap open at the sound of Zeno's pants unzipping. You lift your head. He's pulled his cum-covered cock from his pants, slowly pumping it as he watches you with a dark gaze.
"Let me make up the last few months to you, sweetheart," he breathes. His eyes follow your hands as you shakily pull your sticky, soaked panties to the side.
His cock slides against your cunt, spreading and mixing your cum until he pushes the head of his cock deep inside of you.
Note: I'm aliveeeee (sort of). Let me just say that I crave these reheated nachos so inhumanly much that it hurts. I basically turn into an animal, only instead of a full moon, it's every time I see him. Anyway, hope you like it!
Pair: Zeno x F!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, soft sex, unprotected sex
♡ SFW ♡
➜ Dating a man like Zeno is a mix of adrenaline and comfort. You aren't just dating a CEO; you’re dating a man who treats the entire world like a chessboard but treats you like the only piece he’s unwilling to sacrifice.
➜ He’ll come home after overseeing a transaction, and the first thing he does isn’t pour a drink or light a cigarette; it’s finding you. He doesn't grab or demand; he simply stands behind you, hands resting lightly on your waist, and breathes in your scent as if it’s the only thing keeping him connected to his humanity.
➜ He is very aware of his strength. When he brushes a strand of hair from your face or when he caresses your body, his fingertips barely graze your skin.
➜ He knows exactly how much power he holds, so he doesn’t offer empty flattery. When he leans in, the smell of expensive cologne and sterile lab air clinging to him, he whispers, "You've been so patient for me today, darling. Let me return the favor" is a direct hit to your composure. He enjoys watching you melt; it’s the one experiment where he loves the results every single time.
➜ He is the type of man who pulls out your chair and helps you into your coat. He seeks as many intimate moments with you as possible because his schedule is always demanding, yet he consistently chooses to spend his time with you.
➜ When it comes to spending time together, he enjoys reading in silence within the comfort of your home. Whether you are reading the same book or different ones, he loves to hear your ideas regarding the characters and the plot, offering his own insights in return. Zeno is a highly intelligent man, so he values someone who can stimulate his intellect. In fact, he is less concerned with his partner’s physical appearance as long as she can provide the right intellectual stimulation.
➜ He also enjoys taking you to museums and cultural sites across the globe. He is a man who values peace, discretion, and taste. He isn't a big fan of PDA, but he has a subtle way of marking his presence. He’ll keep a hand on your lower back while you walk, or he’ll adjust your scarf just a little too slowly. It’s a way of telling the world you belong with him without ever having to say a word.
➜ As for his style, he leans deep into "old money" aesthetics with accents of modern fashion. He perfectly balances an untouchable flair with the sharp, aggressive confidence of a man who knows his worth.
➜ Late at night, when the sunglasses are off and the white suit is discarded, he might let his head rest in your lap. He won't talk about the bioweapons or Elpis. He’ll just ask you to talk about something "normal," like the weather, a book, or a dream. Your voice is his anchor.
♡ NSFW ♡
➜ Despite his hulking, monstrous frame, Zeno’s touch can shift from brutal to seductive when he’s with his lover. In the bedroom, he’s a fucking beast, taking charge with a primal need to ravage, but it’s all about driving you to mind-shattering pleasure. His massive, scarred hands roam with a rough tenderness, gripping your ass, squeezing your tits, and pinning you down as he growls filthy promises, mapping every inch of your trembling body like he owns it
➜ The sheer fucking size gap between Zeno and you fuels some depraved power plays. He gets off on how tiny you feel beneath him, your small frame struggling to take his thick, throbbing cock as he looms over you, stretching your tight pussy to its limits.
➜ Zeno turns fucking feral in bed. He’s obsessed with branding you as his, sinking his teeth into your neck or shoulder hard enough to leave deep, bruised bite marks, or dragging his claws lightly down your back to make red lines.
➜ Thanks to his enhancements, Zeno’s body pumps out potent pheromones during sex, turning every fuck into a drug-like haze of raw ecstasy. The scent of his sweat and musk hits you like a punch, making your pussy drip with need, your head spinning as every touch feels amplified; his rough fingers on your clit, his hot breath on your neck, all pushing you into a euphoric, cock-hungry state. It’s addictive as hell, leaving them both craving more of that animalistic high with every brutal thrust.
➜ Zeno’s voice is loud as fuck, spewing raw praise and filthy demands as he fucks her senseless, whispering, "You're so goddamn gorgeous, taking my cock like that," or snarling, “I fucking need you right now; that's it, keep squeezing me” right against your ear, his hot, heavy breath making you shiver as he pounds into you.
➜ Beneath his monstrous shell, Zeno hungers for a deep connection that spills into your fucks. Even as he’s slamming into you, he’ll pull you close, crushing you against his chest, whispering soft words like "You're mine, only mine to fuck and hold.” His thick cock buried deep, he’ll lock eyes with you during the most intense moments, the vulnerability in his gaze cutting through the brutality as he spills every ounce of his seed into your trembling body.
➜ Part of his enhancement is a high level of endurance, letting him go round after round without breaking a sweat. He can fuck you for hours, switching positions, bending you over, flipping you onto your back, or hoisting you up against him until you're a whimpering, overstimulated mess, your pussy raw and dripping with his cum. He loves pushing you past your limits, growling, “C’mon, baby, one more for me; I know you can take it,” as he drives into you again, relentless and insatiable.
➜ Zeno's cross piercing is more than just an accessory; it's a fucking weapon of mass seduction. He loves using it to drive you wild, dragging the metal across your sensitive skin. He will trail the cool metal over your nipples, down your stomach, and between your thighs, making you whimper and beg for more.
Authors Note - I have writers block. My brain has been going a million miles an hour for the last week or so. This is something that’s been in my drafts for a while. Reqs are open but I’m. It sure how fast I’ll get to them but I still love hearing y’all’s ideas 💜
The throes of the dog days of summer do not relent at night. The thin sheets cling to you while the heat of the day lingers in your bones. The fan pushes lukewarm air across your balmy skin from above. A feeble comfort.
Outside, the night is calm and alive with the chirrup of crickets, cicadas, the occasional rustle drifting through the open window. A rare breeze slips in, stirring the curtains. The night seemed to hold its breath.
Zeno's golden eyes keep watch alongside the moon. The nights last cigarette still on his breath as he changed into his pajamas, a pair of boxers, before settling in to watch you for a few minutes. Your soft snores and quiet breaths bring a fond smile to his lips. Carefully, he removes his glasses, setting them gently on the nearby shelf, then kneels on the bed. Quiet as a cat, he slides underneath the sheets behind you while you're already nestled in a dream. His breath warms your bare shoulder as he leaves soft kisses up to the crook of your neck.
"So beautiful in this light," he murmurs, caressing your face with a featherlight touch, not enough to wake you.
His golden gaze devours your figure posed beneath the thin sheets, moonlight spilling through the large bedroom windows and painting you silver. Instinctively, you snuggle into his presence as his hands trail lazy patterns across your back and arms, his lips pressing tender kisses to your bare shoulders. He hooks a leg over yours, caging you beneath him.
"I missed you," he murmurs into your neck, grasping the pillow and shifting it aside. His face finds the crook of your neck again, nose buried deep as he breathes in your scent. "Need you, darling," he whispers.
A groan rumbles in his chest as his erection grows, pressing against the plush mattress. Fuck. He wants to sink his teeth into your shoulder so harshly it leaves a fresh bruise, to claim you, consume you. But he can't wake you like that. Not so rough. Not yet.
No, he needs you to sleep a little longer. Selfish as he is.
Softly, he pushed your tank top up, ducking his head low until he was level with your breasts. One hand cupped the soft flesh, filling his palm with a gentle, doting squeeze before he leaned in. Kisses peppered up your stomach, sternum, before his mouth found the peak of your nipple. His lips enveloped it licking small circles and suckling. Your mouth fell open, a soft moan slipping past your lips. He hummed against your skin, pleased that you were opening to him even in this restful state.
After a few moments he bit down as softly on the tender flesh as he could manage. A satisfied hum rumbled in his chest when you didn't stir. Your body knew it was him. You felt safe with him. His hands massaged you, still feeling the tension that strung through your body from the day. As that stress eased from your chest, he pressed a kiss to each breast and pulled away. His hands traveled down your body. A finger hooked into the soaked gusset of your panties, pulling them aside. "Sweet thing... what are you dreaming about?" A low, amused whisper.
Wasting no time, he caressed your pussy with his fingers, finding a softer, more welcoming heat than what transpired outside. He slipped his fingers against your soaked petals, gliding back and forth slowly before extending one finger into you, then another. Your face scrunched briefly before relaxing, hips moving slightly as if to chase him.
"Zee-no..." The soft whisper left you as your pussy clenched around him.
"That's right, sweet girl.“
His fingers pumped in and out, his thumb rolling slow, deliberate circles around your plump clit. The rhythm was unhurried, teasing, until he sank deeper, curling into that spot that made your hips twitch backward. Zeno bit back a groan as your ass pressed hard against his cock.
After a few more pumps, he withdrew his fingers, appreciating the dewy sheen your arousal left on them. A little sigh escaped you at the loss. A small smile curled across his lips as you wrinkled your nose cutely.
He hummed quietly, pulling down his boxers and guiding your ass back against him, spooning you. The length of his pale shaft pressed hard against the plump curve of your ass, a quiet gasp catching in his throat as his cock eased its way between your thighs. He savored the warm softness enveloping him, your arousal easing each glide of his hips as he fucked your thighs softly. The head of his cock rubbed against your clit with every silky thrust.
"Mhmm... Zee..." you moaned into a sigh, fingertips gripping the thin sheet beneath you.
"Sweetheart, you want my cock so badly, huh? Such a slutty girl.” He whispered softly against your skin. "Not even awake, and your body knows exactly what it needs."
Your only response was a breathy whimper, your hips rolling back against him in a lazy, instinctive rhythm. That was all the answer he needed.
Zeno's hand slid up your stomach, palm flattening against your ribs as he pulled you tighter against him. The friction between your slick thighs whetting his appetite in a maddening sense. Just enough to tease, not nearly enough to satisfy. Every forward thrust bumped against your clit, sending little jolts of pleasure through your asleep body.
"Feel that, sweetheart?" His voice was rougher now, the restraint starting to fray. "Feel how hard I am for you? Been like this all night, watching you sleep…”
He shifted his angle, tilting his hips so the head of his cock caught against your entrance with each pass. Not pushing in yet, teasing. Your back arched slightly, a soft and needy sound escaping your throat. Your fingers found his forearm, gripping weakly, pulling him closer.
"Yeah?" He breathed against your ear, nipping at the lobe. "You want it, don't you?
Want me to fill you up?"
A broken little, "Mhmm" was all you could manage, before Your eyes fluttered open, a sharp gasp cutting through the haze of sleep. There was a pressure against your back. A presence. Solid. Warm. Familiar.
"Z-Zeno-"
'I know, darling." He kissed your shoulder, trailing his lips up to your neck, your jaw. "You’re with me. Relax."
Your eyelids were heavy as you struggled to make sense of the darkness, the room lit only by the soft moon glow. Heat simmered beneath your skin. Not from the summer, but from somewhere deeper. Your heart raced. Your breath came quicker than it should have. The moment felt fragile. You didn't move away. His fingers splayed, then curled as though to memorize you all over again. Your shape, your anatomy, so perfect slotted against his body in the night.
One hand slid over your chest to grasp your breast. Lithe fingers pinching your nipple, rolling it gently between them. The other hand dipped lower, finding your plump clit and rubbing sweet circles.
A low voice followed, barely above a whisper, "I love you like this. You look like an angel."
"Zeno," you hummed, as if a confirmation. Your voice thick with sleep and want.
"Turn over," he murmured, his voice a low command. "Look at me."
You obeyed, rolling onto your back beneath him and your breath caught.
There by your side, Zeno was a vision carved from moonlight and shadow. His platinum blond hair fell, catching the silver glow spilling through the window. A few damp strands clung to his forehead, darkened with sweat. Earring glinting in the low light.
His skin, pale and luminous, glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration that gave him a dewy finish, as though he'd been kissed by the moon herself. Tiny droplets traced paths down his chest, catching the light like scattered pearls. The muscles of his shoulders and arms were taut, defined, shifting with every breath he took.
Those molten eyes never left yours. They burned with an intensity that made your stomach flip. His jaw was set, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling in shallow pants. A bead of sweat trailed from his temple, down his neck, over the sharp line of his collarbone. Devastatingly, achingly beautiful.
"See something you like?" he whispered, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.
"Yes," you breathed, the word slipping out before you could stop it.
His smirk softened. Leaning down, he pressed his forehead to yours, damp skin against your own. The scent of him: cigarette smoke and spiced soap filled your senses.
"Good," he whispered against your lips.
"Because I plan on giving you plenty to look at."
He pulled back just enough for you to take him in fully. The moonlight traced the sharp lines of his jaw, the elegant slope of his neck, the way his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. The pale skin gleaming as if he was carved from marble in the silver light. His muscles tensed and released as he shifted above you.
Your gaze drifted lower, following the trail of fine platinum hair that disappeared below his navel. He was already bare, his boxers discarded somewhere in the shadows of the room. His cock flushed red at the tip, bright against the pale base. It curved weightily toward his stomach and the tip glistening wet with your arousal. The sight sent a pulse of heat straight through you.
You reached out to touch him. He caught your wrist, his grip gentle but firm.
“Not yet, darling." He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your palm. "I want to look at you first."
His eyes roamed over you reverently, as though memorizing every curve and plane of your body in the moonlight. The thin sheet had fallen away, leaving you bare beneath his gaze besides the thin tank top. His free hand traced down your side, featherlight, raising goosebumps along your skin despite the summer heat.
"So perfect," he murmured, almost to himself. Leaning down again, he pressed soft kisses along your jaw throat, the space between your breasts as he removed your tank top. Each touch a worship, a promise of what he wanted to provide.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," he breathed against your skin. "Let me take care of you."
His lips found yours, tasting of nicotine. His tongue traced your lower lip before slipping inside and you melted into him. The kiss continued, slow and deep, as his muscles shifted to he lowered himself against you. The weight of him was so solid, grounding you as you felt his cock pressed hot against your thigh. A shudder ran through him when your nails grazed his spine. His skin was hot beneath your palms.
"Fuck," he breathed against your mouth. "Keep doing that, harder.”
You obeyed, dragging your nails down his back leaving a wake of red on marble as he kissed a trail down your neck. His teeth grazed your collarbone to make you gasp. His hips rolled against yours, the length of him sliding through your slick petals, the head catching against your clit with each lazy thrust.
"Zeno..." you whimpered. Voice soft and barely audible over the pounding of your heart.
The flame in his golden eyes deepened.
He lowered himself slowly where his body covered yours, the heat of his skin seeping into every inch of you. The sweat-slicked planes of his pecs pressed against your breasts and you could feel the rapid heartbeat and shuddering breath from his chest.
"Say it again," he murmured, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. "Say my name like that."
“Zeno,” you breathed. It came out stronger and laced with want.
A low groan rumbled from deep in his chest, the delicious friction sending sparks up his spine.
“Tell me you want this," he said, his voice gravel. "No… tell me you need me."
"I need you," you breathed, the words tumbling out. "I need this. I need you, Zeno!"
"Darling," he whispered, dropping his forehead to yours. "You have no idea what you do to me."
His fingers interlaced with yours and pinned it gently beside your head. His other hand slid down your side to grip your hip, angling you just right. The head of his cock nudged against your entrance.
“I have an inkling,” you giggled softly. The tension in his shoulders melted, replaced by adoration. His hunger barely held in check. He pressed his lips to yours, soft at first, then deeper as he pushed forward, sinking into you with a slow, deliberate thrust.
“Fuck.” The word came out a growl against your lips. Your warmth hugging him so intensely.
Your gasp was swallowed up by his kiss as he filled you completely. The thick stretch and the perfect pressure stole your breath.
"Oh," he groaned against your mouth, voice cracking. "You feel... beautiful."
Zeno stilled for a moment, letting you adjust, his forehead pressed to yours. His breath came out in shallow pants against your lips. You could feel him trembling with the raw effort it took for him to hold back and give you this moment of stillness.
"Okay?" he whispered, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your hip.
You nodded, nails grazing his sweat-slicked skin as your hands held onto his back.
"Okay," he echoed, and then he began to move.
The pace was slow at first with deep, rolling thrusts that made you feel every inch of opening you up.
"You feel that?" He murmured, hand trailing from your breast down to your stomach and pressing gently. "That's me. All of me, right here. Right where I belong."
Each push dragged a soft moan from your lips, your body waking up fully now to arch into him, meeting his rhythm. His chest was warm with the rise and fall of his breath synching with yours. Not a sickening warmth like the temperature outside but a calming warmth, your muscles easing with each passing moment.
"There you go," he praised, "There's my girl. Taking me so well when I need her."
His pace quickened, his grip on your hip tightening as he drove deeper, harder, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. You bit your lip, failing to keep your moans to yourself. The squelching sounds coming from your cunt made your cheeks burn. Each wet obscene noise seemed to echo in the quiet room. The fan whirred uselessly overhead, but neither of you noticed the heat anymore.
Your face flushed, burying into the pillow as if you could hide from the sounds. Zenos lips found your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss there before his teeth grazed the curve of your neck.
"Don't hide from me, sweet girl," he murmured against your skin. "I want to hear you, want to hear how my cock makes you sing.”
His thumb pressed harder against your clit, circling with deliberate precision. A broken moan escaped your lips, muffled by the pillow. He tsked softly. A hand reaching up to turn your face toward him, palm cradling your jaw. His cock plunging into you in an efficient, sensual rhythm.
"There you are," he breathed. The branching black marks on his face bathed in a silver sheen of moonlight. "Let me see those pretty eyes when you fall apart for me."
His mouth claimed yours, swallowing your pretty moans while his fingertips worked your clit, hips meeting yours with deep, long strokes. He groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you.
"That's it," he whispered, breaking the kiss to watch your face contort with pleasure.
"So close already, aren't you? I can feel you squeezing me."
"Zeno-please-" you gasped against him, voice cracking.
"Please what, sweetheart?" He grunted, his thrusts growing erratic. "Tell me. Use your words."
But you couldn't think, you could only feel. Feel him stretching you, filling you, owning you in the dark. Your climax was building fast, a coiled tension low in your belly.
“Please- more, I need more. I’m gonna cum!” You babbled, moans pitching higher with each thrust. He felt it in the way you clenched around him.
"Cum for me, sweetheart" he commanded in a growl. "Can you do that for me, pretty girl? Cum on my cock, I've got you."
Your body broke at his words. One hand braced against his forearm while the other fisting the sheets into knots as you shuddered and clenched, pulling him under with you in a wave of raw release.
He looked down and watched the thick ring of your creamy arousal foam around him with each driving thrust. His head fell back, throat bared, a guttural moan falling from his lips.
"Fuck. Good girl." He drove in as deep as he could go and spilled into you, your name falling from his lips like a broken prayer.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Your breaths tangling in the aftermath.
Zeno pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "I really did miss you," he whispered.
You hummed in reply, tired, letting your hand find his beneath the sheets. He laced his fingers through yours, squeezing softly.
“You could've just woken me up."
"Where's the fun in that?” He shifted closer, pressing his chest to your back. His nose brushed the nape of your neck, and he exhaled.
You smiled into the dark. Lifted his hand and pressed a sleepy kiss to his knuckles.
His arm stayed draped over your waist. Your heartbeat synced with his.
