Heâs âjust stretchingâ when he reaches over and pulls you into his lap while youâre trying to fold laundry. Heâs âjust making sure youâre warmâ when he wraps his big arms around you and tucks you against his chest. Heâs âjust checkingâ when he leans down to nuzzle the top of your head for the fifth time in ten minutes.
Youâre not even mad. How could you be?
Especially when his tail is wagging so hard behind him itâs practically creating a breeze, and his ears keep twitching happily every time you relax into him.
âYouâre clingy today,â you tease, tilting your head back to look up at him.
âAm not,â he mumbles, but the way he immediately tightens his hold around your waist says otherwise. He buries his face in your neck, breathing you in like he needs it to survive. âJust like having you close. Thatâs all.â
You giggle and reach up to scratch behind one of his ears. The second you do, a low, happy rumble vibrates in his chest and his tail starts thumping even faster against the couch.
âUh huh. Sure, big guy.â
He pretends to huff but ends up pressing a bunch of soft kisses along your shoulder instead, tail still going crazy. Youâre both smiling like idiots.
Eventually he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes soft and warm.
ââŠCan we stay like this a little longer?â he asks, suddenly shy.
You melt instantly, cupping his face and pulling him down for a proper kiss.
âOf course, baby. As long as you want.â
Valkoâs tail does a full happy spin behind him as he tucks you closer again, perfectly content being your personal radiator.
holy shit bro imagine taking a nibble on those beefy arms while he's balls deep inside of you ohhhmy fuckinggodskdnkfkf
he has you on your back in an open missionary position just plap, plap, plapping. your chin is turned away and he's panting down your neck like an animal when you notice the thick bicep bulge, with green and blue veins popping out deliciously.
valko's too busy staring downward at his creamy cock going in and out contentiously to realize your eyes are mesmerized. he's absentmindedly babbling as if he's utterly pussy drunk, so closely. you can hear the vibrations of his voice on your slick skin, all praise and reverence for his divine woman (you.)
you must taste it. just one bite.
nom.
you receive his attention immediately, not totally catching him off guard but his right eyebrow raises quickly. then, a smirk appears on his lips. valko's amusement causes a temporary standstill for the deep, mind-numbing thrusts.
You've talked a lot about them grabbing your hair, but what about you grabbing theirs??
Also, them grabbing you by the chin is so hot too!
I think Zayne's whole life would flash before his eyes if you grabbed his hair and pulled it with the intention of like... pain? Like imagine he's eating you out and you're getting overstimulated and you just lose it and grab a fistful of his hair and pull so so so hard because you really need him to detach his mouth from your poor pussy...
Yeah, shit, he liked that a little too much.
Sylus loves it, encourages it, always has and always will. We know he's a sucker for pain and he undoubtedly loves when you fuck him up. He'll fuck you in missionary, fold you in half, just so you have no choice but to grip his slivery hair and tug and tug and tug... He doesn't care if he's bald by the end, so long as you are the one who does it.
Valko? Be so careful with his ears because that does hurt but not in a good way. He loves them scratched and pet but pulled? Oh the poor baby will whimper from genuine pain. Pull his hair or tail? He loves it, gives him the chills, makes him shiver and wanna rut into you harder.
Rafayel surprises himself with the moan that tumbles from his lips, slobbering all up your stomach as you yank him from your pussy. The way your nails dig into his scalp feels so good, the goosebumps that erupt over his skin has him panting at you to do it again, hips grinding into your leg, thigh, any surface he can reach for some sort of friction.
Xavier pulls right back, it turns into a game of tug of war. It's not that he doesn't like it, he does! But the sensation of your hands pulling his hair just sends the primal urge through him to do it back. Now, you're making out hot and heavy, teeth and tongue clashing, one hand groping his body while the other grips his hair... and vice versa.
Caleb cums from it, the pathetic bastard. God he just loves the feeling of you using him, being mean to him, bullying him in all the right ways. Why? Because it only fuels his fantasies on how he's going to get you back, tenfold. So go ahead, pull on his hair until your heart is content, he's just going to return the favor the second you cum.
You've talked a lot about them grabbing your hair, but what about you grabbing theirs??
Also, them grabbing you by the chin is so hot too!
I think Zayne's whole life would flash before his eyes if you grabbed his hair and pulled it with the intention of like... pain? Like imagine he's eating you out and you're getting overstimulated and you just lose it and grab a fistful of his hair and pull so so so hard because you really need him to detach his mouth from your poor pussy...
Yeah, shit, he liked that a little too much.
Sylus loves it, encourages it, always has and always will. We know he's a sucker for pain and he undoubtedly loves when you fuck him up. He'll fuck you in missionary, fold you in half, just so you have no choice but to grip his slivery hair and tug and tug and tug... He doesn't care if he's bald by the end, so long as you are the one who does it.
Valko? Be so careful with his ears because that does hurt but not in a good way. He loves them scratched and pet but pulled? Oh the poor baby will whimper from genuine pain. Pull his hair or tail? He loves it, gives him the chills, makes him shiver and wanna rut into you harder.
Rafayel surprises himself with the moan that tumbles from his lips, slobbering all up your stomach as you yank him from your pussy. The way your nails dig into his scalp feels so good, the goosebumps that erupt over his skin has him panting at you to do it again, hips grinding into your leg, thigh, any surface he can reach for some sort of friction.
Xavier pulls right back, it turns into a game of tug of war. It's not that he doesn't like it, he does! But the sensation of your hands pulling his hair just sends the primal urge through him to do it back. Now, you're making out hot and heavy, teeth and tongue clashing, one hand groping his body while the other grips his hair... and vice versa.
Caleb cums from it, the pathetic bastard. God he just loves the feeling of you using him, being mean to him, bullying him in all the right ways. Why? Because it only fuels his fantasies on how he's going to get you back, tenfold. So go ahead, pull on his hair until your heart is content, he's just going to return the favor the second you cum.
"Hello?" You groggily turn to lay on your back as you press the phone to your ear, staring up at the ceiling and blinking until the fuzziness in your vision disappears. "Zayne?"
His voice sends a pleasant wave of warmth through your bones. "Yes, it's me. Did I wake you, darling?"
A door clicks shut on his end. He must've just gotten home. You squint at the time, noting it's a little past three in the morning.
"No," you lie, grinning lazily when Zayne only scoffs.
The steady, sure stream of a faucet running lets you know he's in the bathroom beginning to wind down for the night. You hum in response to his stories from the day's work, details about upcoming surgeries and how his patients have been. To anyone else, he may as well be reading a shopping list for groceries, but you pick up on his strained tone and the heavy sighs he lets out between anecdotes.
You wait until you're certain he's settled in bed before you make your move. "You've been stressed the entire week. I wish there was something I could do to help."
"You're doing everything just right, sweetheart," comes his sweet, soft mumble. "Calling you⊠I've missed your voice, incredibly so. I couldn't wait to get home."
There's a small smirk playing on your face, knowing exactly what path this conversation is about to go down.
"Careful, doctor," you singsong. "With that tone of yours, it almost sounds like you've been excited about this all day."
He picks up on what you're insinuating immediately, tone shifting to something more husky when he replies. It makes your stomach do a somersault.
"Oh? You wouldn't exactly be wrong to say such a thing, darling. It seems not just me, but my body in its entirety, has been aching for you."
Your thighs instinctively clench when his voice drops an octave. You can imagine the moments before he called so perfectlyâZayne, stumbling out of his car, painfully hard and phone in hand, eager to call you the second he steps through the threshold of his home. Zayne, biting his lip to stop the groans spilling out while he washes his hands and face, listening intently to the sound of your labored breathing over the phone line. Zayne, slipping into nothing but gray sweatpants that darken immediately from his pre, who still insists on trying to talk to you somewhat normally despite his weeping cock.
And Zayne, who falls apart the moment you breath a whiny, "Me too, pretty boy. Missed you so much."
It doesn't take long for his moans to be all that fills your brain, your loud cries spurring on his filthy mouth as he thrusts up into his fist like his life depends on it.
"Darling, o-ohh... darling. Thisâthis was your plan all along, wasn't it? Nghh... you vixen..."
A third finger squeezes its way into your pussy, and you out a whimper. "Jâjust, hic, just missed you soo much, need your fingers, need yourâmmpff!âbig cock!"
The stretch is delicious, and Zayne's throaty groan at your words is doing nothing to stop the tightening coil low in your gut, hot and taut and ready to burst. Your thumb flicks at your clit and you arch your back, swearing that you can see white spots at the edge of your visionâ
"W-wait, daâoohhhâdarling," he pants. "Stop. Stop touching yourself."
You whine incessantly but pull your fingers away, crying softly into your phone's mic. "Noooo⊠m'soooooooo close⊠Zayne, not fairâŠ"
So far gone, you fail to register the scuffling of clothes before a door is slammed shutâloudly, hurriedly. Keys jingle, and your lashes flutter as you try to make out what your boyfriend is doing and why it's not talking you through an orgasm.
"Give me ten minutes, sweetheart." Zayne's voice is raw from moaning, a fact that has slick drooling out of your empty cunt. "I'm not able to wait until tomorrow, so tonight it is."
"B-butâ"
"No touching," he commands. "Not until I get there and you can cream around my cock like you were made to do."
Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director
zayne absolutely getting lost in you and gripping your waist and thighs roughly as he plows into you, but you don't care because the pain feels so good. after finishing, he sees the marks he left on you, knowing that they're going to bruise. so he places his lips on each one carefully, kissing the marked skin.
"i'm sorry, darling, does this one hurt?"
he's indicating to somewhere on your inner thigh. you're about to say 'no', but he looks up at you through his lashes. you nod, and he plants a soft kiss on the mark, making you gasp softly.
"and this one?"
you nod again. another kiss.
"and this one, too, i suppose."
"actually, that's from a training exerâ" you start to say, but notice that he's looking at you expectantly again. you grin at him and caress his cheek with your hand.
"never mind. it does hurt. please kiss it better."
you and zayne are feeling different kinds of hot during this heatwaveâŠ
âi love you too.â
âi didnât even say anything zayne.â thereâs mirth in your voice, a teasing lilt pokes at him from across the room where heâs making quick work of removing his shoes, briefcase discarded on the floor (a very rare occurrence given how he respects his possessions), all done in an attempt to get to you quicker.
finally free, every swift step zayne takes is accompanied by a desperate hand that loosens his tie. you try not to roll your eyes at how heâs making it abundantly clear that heâs interested in far more than pleasant conversation, if the rising flush on his skin is anything to go by.
well, that and the shifty eyes that trail over every inch of skin that isnât your face.
âyou didnât have to. just this sight is enough to say it all,â he murmurs as he settles beside you on the sofa, shining eyes finally finding yours.
he presses a quick kiss to your temple matted with sweat, which you try to cringe away from but naturally zayne doesnât let you move. a whisper of hello and small greetings make their way through, and then respectable zayne is gone.
you breathe out slowly, humming at the lingering warmth of his lips on your skin. you did want the kiss, itâs just a bit embarrassing to ask like this. finally, you reply, âyouâre ridiculous.â
his voice is low as he ducks down to your shoulder now. âand youââ kissâ âare beautiful. though i am sorry for not being here to keep you cool.â
itâs hot. itâs so disgustingly hot that even with a fan blasting at you and ice cold water somewhat refilled, nothing is enough to grant you some semblance of peace. so youâve resorted to wearing no clothesâeven the thought of extra layers without zayne to keep you cool makes you sweat.
âyouâre here now, arenât you?â you say, hand briefly brushing over his cold fingers. âat least i can finally put some clothes on.â
at least he has the decency to blush when he sheepishly suggests, ââŠwould you hate me if i said i refuse to be your personal cooler if you do put clothes on?â
with a scandalised fake gasp, you exclaim, âzayne! thatâs so mean!â
âwell?â
ââŠno.â you pout, stern brows knitted together. âbut i wonât be very happy with you, mister!â
he leans back a little, pondering for a moment as though the option of just serving as your personal cooler wasnât a fine enough option. with clothes on too. âi canât live with that either.â
you squint at him, but thereâs no malice. you sigh, âweâre at a stalemate then.â
with a twist of his mouth, he holds up the pretence of worrying before finally relaxing. thereâs an easy smile to his pretty lips when he hums, âwhat if⊠i said i got us some old popsicles? could you accept that as a compromise?â
you shoot up, almost regretting it when the heat of his body floats into your barely cool space. you radiate with glee, memories of sweet stickiness immediately flooding your mind. âyou shouldâve said that from the beginning!ââ you land a soft punch against zayneâs arm, and receive a gentle gruntâ âugh, i love you so much, you can do anything. you can literally dribble those sticky popsicles all over me and lick them up if youâd like. thank you! best doctor-boyfriend ever.â
and zayne twitches, which you barely notice, happy kicks blissfully unaware as you consider the sweet treat. you donât even really hear him at firstâthereâs barely a sound that emits beside you, what with the fan still blaring, but youâre so attuned to him that itâs impossible for you to miss it.
âreally?â
you blink at him. where were the old popsicles? âhm? really what?â
zayne clears his throat, adjusting a tie thatâs already been loosened. was the heat getting to him too? the flush on his cheeks and the growing tint of pink to his ears have you considering possible heatstroke, but the way he refuses to look at you makes you pause.
âzayne? whââ
âreally? youâd let me do that?â
a beat of silence.
ââŠwhat, dribble the popsicles on me?â
he nods. youâre about to answer before he ungracefully tags on a meek, ââand lick it up, yes.â
you splutter.
the audacity.
âzayne, i was only kidding!â
at that heâs immediately straightening up, clearing his throat and appearing to work on finally retrieving those probably melted old popsicles. âright, yes. just checking.â
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