i know his 401k is MAXED 🫦

When you told your roommate Tara that you landed a decent job offer, her first order of business was to celebrate, decidedly by taking you to the swankiest club in the city because her best friend apparently deserved a front-row view to Aether’s notoriously expensive bottle service for her hard work. It took not even half an hour into the night for her to leave you to fend for yourself against the loud music and dim lights the second someone fed her words that were prettier than average

Not unfamiliar with situations like this, though, you lose yourself into the thump of the bass, counting down fifteen minutes. Just enough to know whether she was on a successful conquest or not, and whether you should expect her to return to your side before you were in the clear to venture around by yourself.

After all, this highbrow scene is mostly foreign to you, more used to the no-frills experience that the nightclub across from your old university campus had to offer. This was something you thought you’d only fully indulge in once you were a bit farther into your career and your pockets were more heavily-lined.

It wasn't long after your eyes started to roam that they landed on unnatural crimson. The man was high up, peering over a balcony rail that overlooked the whole dance floor, lazily swirling a glass in one hand. Criminally handsome, you think, unearthly irises an absolutely lethal package when accompanied by his silver-white hair and hooked nose.

You hold your drink up above the crowd, as if to say cheers to the devil himself.

He raises his in return before he downs it in one go and cocks his head in invitation.

Despite the time frame you promised yourself to linger around the same area in case Tara returned, you weren’t going to waste an opportunity to see what being at Aether’s VVVIP table is like, so you push through to head up the glass staircase.

His eyes following you the whole way through, you hold his gaze as if you were in a trance. There’s something in you that immediately begs to close the gap, so you do. And once you get there, you find him alone at the large booth, save for a pair of identical twins who were passing a joint between each other on the sprawling couch. Even among the heady scents of bodies and sweat, your nose had perked up at the herbal musk. You hadn’t expected that you might be able to smoke a bit tonight.

A meager three people for a table that probably costs double of an average salaryman’s monthly wage to book for the night. You wonder just who you’ve surrendered yourself to.

The man now leaned against the balcony to face you and held out his hand, and you took it without thought, savoring its calloused texture until you were close enough that he had to crane his neck down to look you in the eye. 

Now, this is a man who must be favored by fate. He’s even more good-looking up close. Sharp eyes take in your appearance like he’s appraising a prized jewel.

“There’s much less people than I expected up here,” you comment to make conversation.

“Does that disappoint you?” he asked in a deep, alluring voice. “I tend to keep it tight-knit. And I had thought tonight wouldn’t be anything special, but it seems like I’ve been mistaken.”

A smooth talker at that too, he hums as he runs his thumb across your knuckles. You already know, with older men like him—he is going to be the death of you.

“Not at all, it’s a breath of fresh air.”

“As fresh as it can get when those two are around, I suppose,” he looks over to his two companions, who regard you with great curiosity, like you’re something novel. The man plucks your drink to put it away before he grabs a champagne bottle from a nearby ice bucket and refills his own flute, offering it to you.

"Since when did you share like that?" one of the twins interjected, but the man paid them no mind.

You give him a small smile as you take the glass and give it a sip. Very expensive, you must surmise. You’ve never tasted such a crisp bubbly. "Thank you, this is really nice." 

You introduce yourself as you hand it back to him. He throws back the remainder of the glass in one go.

"A beautiful name," he compliments once he’s done. "I'm Sylus. What brings you here all by yourself?"

"Not by myself," you correct. You peer down to the crowd to see if you can spot Tara, and after a few seconds your eyes focus on her chocolate brown hair in the corner of the room as she eats someone's face out. Good for her. "But my friend found her company for the night."

"Mmm, and you haven't?" 

You give him a confident look. “Haven’t I?”

Sylus chuckles. “Come sit with me,” he says as he leads you to the couch with a hand on the small of your back. Your ears redden at the casual intimacy of the action.

At the snap of his fingers, a club staff member appears and gives you a new glass before disappearing just as fast as he came. Your head swims thinking of what would justify the seemingly insane amount of influence Sylus must have around these parts.

CEO, nepo baby, or a secret third thing? He’s dressed like any and all of the above—a luxurious white satin shirt that has too many of the top buttons undone tucked into perfectly ironed trousers, a necklace with a gleaming centerpiece pendant resting above prominent collarbones. 

“Wanna hit?” one of the twins interrupts your thoughts, offering the joint between his fingers. 

“Yes please.” You nod as you take it and give it a deep inhale, causing you to cough immediately. Sylus hands you a glass of water seemingly from thin air. Oh, but this is the good stuff. Though with everything that you’ve picked up on in the last few minutes, you suppose this shouldn’t come as a surprise to you. 

“Who do you get it from, if I can ask? This is nice.”

The other twin guffaws at the question, but answers earnestly when his companions don’t protest. “It’s organically homegrown, of course! It’s our… family business!”

That partially explains the riches. Sylus shakes his head in mock exasperation as he takes the joint from you to hand back to them on your behalf. “Do you like smoking, kitten?”

The nickname, along with a large thumb now drawing circles on your side, gives you a full-body shiver. You hope it wasn’t obvious enough for them to notice. This man is a blaring warning siren, and you’re only more tempted to learn more about what’s behind the handsome face.

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “From time to time. It’s a good stress reliever.”

"I have more of where that came from, if you're interested." Ah, of course he does.

"To be honest, I'm not sure if I can afford you. Do you do discounts?” you’re only half-joking as you giggle that out.

"I can make an exception, sure," he smirks, leaning closer until you can smell the smoky rose of his deep cologne. “I’m also willing to accept payments in the form of in-kinds.”

“Such as?” 

His other hand makes a grab at your exposed thigh. “There’s a few things I have in mind.”

And just when you think things are about to escalate to something more, another staff member comes up to Sylus and whispers something in his ear.

Whatever he says, it makes Sylus tsk and rubs at his temple. "Unfortunately, it seems like I have some urgent matters to attend to.” He gives the twins a look, and they sigh as they stand up, dusting off their pants. You pout, thinking that the opportunity to have the hottest one-night-stand you’d ever tell anyone about has just slipped through your fingers. But then he hands you his phone with a new contact tab open. 

Your eyebrows turn up at the surprise. So maybe it won’t be the only time you’ll ever see him? But you suppress the hopeful thoughts of going any further than this with him by reminding yourself that he’s probably just getting your information because you’re a potential customer for his… goods. You type your details in anyway. 

A gentleman, it seems, as he offers his hand once more to help you stand up, and he keeps your fingers intertwined with one another all the way until he's led you down the stairs back to the dance floor. 

“If you’re not waiting for your friend, the club’s chauffeur can drive you home. Just tell him that I said so,” Sylus says as a last remark. “I hope I can see you again soon, sweetie.” 

He traces your chin with a long finger as he walks away. You’re unsure of what just happened.

The night is still incredibly young, and Aether is still rife with more people you can talk to and bodies to dance on. But after who you’ve just met, you feel like doing so would be a bad idea, like it would immediately get back to him if you decided to pursue someone else tonight in this club. You think it’s crazy that you’re already pledging silent loyalty to a man that you were only able to chat with for a few minutes, but there’s something in you that feels inexplicably drawn to his mystery.

You find Tara’s soft face amongst the crowd once more, and she makes a thumbs up at you in question, and you reply with one of your own. She smiles, signaling an OK as her suitor for the night ushers her away from your view. 

You step outside into a nice cool breeze, walking to a limousine with the club’s logo printed on its door.

“Uh, Sylus said you could drive me home?” you ask the man through the open window.

The chauffeur’s eyes widen at the name and scrambles to unlock the car. “Oh yes, please come in, madame. Let me know your address.”

After he drops you off a street away from your building, you’re in bed by midnight like Cinderella, only slightly buzzed after being in the most expensive club in Linkon City for less than an hour. Yet no part of you feels like your night was cut short at all.

You’re greeted by a text from an unknown number when you wake up the next morning and you save it without thinking. Sylus continues to surprise you by reaching out faster than you had anticipated. That he even reached out at all.

Sylus Got home safe sweetie?

These pet names were going to be the death of you.

Me yes, thank you so much for the ride! let me know how much I owe you for that and… maybe 2 grams? hybrid?

Sylus Owe me? 

Sylus Thats funny.

Sylus Do you want it today? You can get it this afternoon.

Me oh!! sure?

Me I tried transferring you a hundred for now but it bounced back, is your number not connected to your digital wallet?

Sylus It isnt.

Sylus Maybe Im a bit old fashioned but we can do cash on delivery.

You tell Tara about him over breakfast after she hobbles in from her own room—she must have come back sometime while you were still asleep—still drowsy from the night she must have had. And after getting a better look at her, she’s got the marks to match too.

“I don’t know if he’d be just in it for the money though,” she argues in support of the doubts you have regarding his intentions. “From what you described, I think he’s super into you! He had to at least be attracted to you, otherwise he wouldn’t call you over to his table like that.”

You shrug as you heat up a cup of water. “I hope you’re right. I’ve never met someone like him before.”

Later, you’re at the agreed location five minutes before you’re supposed to meet Sylus when a sleek, dark car pulls up to you. When the window rolls down you’re slightly disappointed to see that it’s the twins from the club and not the man himself. 

“Boss wants to say sorry for not giving this to you in person. He’s still handling that thing from last night,” the twin in the passenger seat says as he hands you an extravagantly ornate box shaped like a heart, wrapped in a lush red satin bow.

Now this is nuts. 

“The thing from last night…” you echo, mostly yourself. But you snap out of it. You wedge the box unceremoniously between your legs so your hands are freed up to pull several bills out from your wallet. “Look, he didn’t tell me how much it was, is this enough?”

You’re praying it isn’t anything more than that, though you know that it’s likely priced at a premium. You haven’t even started at your job, you’re not rolling in cash like Sylus most definitely is. That thought sends you on a small spiral when you process that you're essentially buying drugs just for a chance to see a guy you only met briefly the night before.

But to be fair, he’s a very attractive guy.

“Um,” the twin looks at the money like it’s an object completely foreign to him. “Sorry, we don’t have change. But have a good day, Miss!”

They drive away before you have a chance to say anything else.

You almost pass out once you’re back at your apartment and unwrap the box. 

“What the fuck?! How much was this?!” Tara, who’s next to you, screeches when she peers over to see the box full of that dusty green. You ignore her, immediately pulling out your phone to text him again.

Me this is like?!? not 2 grams ?!? 

Sylus answers in record time, like he was waiting to hear from you after you open his little… surprise.

Sylus Its 21, if youre curious.

Sylus A first timer gift, for customer retention of course.

Me …

Me I don’t even smoke that much

Me this will take me ages to finish!

Sylus Cant have that. otherwise Id have to create another excuse to see you sooner.

Sylus Share it with your friends. or better yet

Sylus Share it with me?

You've never heard of a dealer inviting someone to indulge in their own products together, but it's not like you care whether Sylus follows a nonexistent etiquette or not. You weren’t in it to actually buy weed from him, if you can even say you’ve bought it. It's been two weeks since he gave you that box and he hasn't let you pay a cent. 

Not wanting to mess up during the first few days of your new job, you didn’t risk touching it at all, and plans to meet up with Sylus have yet to come to fruition. You’ve learnt through texting him recently that he's quite the busy man, and you were lucky enough to catch him at Aether during a very rare free moment of his time—and that still ended up getting interrupted anyway.

No matter, though, you catch yourself thinking as you finally light a thin roll when you arrive home on a Friday night after work to welcome the weekend. Your confidence in Sylus being interested in you has continued to build up as he initiated messages and replied to you diligently about things that aren’t related to his… business.

Sylus How is work treating you?

Me honestly? I’m struggling a lot! I’m still getting used to the corporate life but I can already tell it’s not for me…

Sylus Poor kitten. Would you let me do something about it?

Me ? like what?

What does he mean by that, you wonder. 

You awkwardly stare at the open chat app for a while until it’s been long enough without a reply from Sylus to tell you that he’s no longer on his phone. You curl up into the couch and turn your attention to absentmindedly watch some TV. 

You land on the local news channel, watching live coverage on a special forces team working through a warehouse wreckage caused by some sort of gang dispute. The reporter’s voice drones in your head as you take a deep drag of the joint. “Authorities believe that the conflict took place between the Onychinus syndicate and a rival organization yet to be identified. Five bodies have been recovered so far as personnel search the debris, along with a staggering three metric tons of cocaine—”

The loud shrill of your phone scares you slightly, but you pick up instantly once you see who's calling.

“Hey!” 

“Hello, kitten,” Sylus sounds out of breath on the other line. “Are you free to talk right now?”

“I am, but are you sure that you are? You sound like you've just run a marathon.”

Breathless rich laughter rings through the receiver. “I've been busy wrapping up a few matters that have remained persistent. But that’s nearly over with now, so I’m wondering if you're free… Sunday, perhaps? To come to mine?”

You fight against the urge to strand right up and do a victory lap around your living room, and you hope that he can't hear the sound of you kicking your feet excitedly against the couch cushion. “About time! Right when I thought that you were coming up with excuses to avoid me,” you say, daring to make such a joke.

“That wouldn’t make sense when I want to do the exact opposite,” Sylus says in honesty. “I apologize. I just wanted to hear your voice, but I have to go now. I’ll see you then.”

He hangs up before you have a chance to reply, but you’re already bolting to Tara to tell her the good news.

“Wow. To that and this,” she says as she exhales a large cloud of smoke accompanied by some hard coughs. A big gulp of water puts her back on track. “You were right. This is good. And you still haven’t paid him at all? You need to get his prices because there’s no way I’m not gonna tell the others about how good this stuff is. They’ll be clawing at his door.”

“Honestly, I’m half scared that he’ll demand thousands the moment I step in his place. Then what am I gonna do, Tara?”

“Well. That’s when you start doing what he wants you to come over for. Duh.”

“Tara!”

Saturday sets in, and the pleasant, subtle high you fell asleep in has rolled over into a bright morning, starting your day off with an easy smile. 

The grin persists as you get ready for brunch. The anticipation of both your upcoming plans has you skipping down to the driveway of your apartment building, where your other best friend is already waiting pretty for you in his sleek sports car. He revs the engine when he sees you, loud enough that an elderly passerby looks at him in disdain. 

Your eyes rolled at the obnoxious gesture, but you couldn’t rag on Rafayel too hard; for you were a direct beneficiary of his absurd wealth.

You kiss his cheek as you get into the passenger seat, and an easy conversation builds as he drives you to whatever swanky eatery he’s chosen for this food trip. 

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to make your opening last week,” you start as you mess with his car stereo. “I swear I’m not trying to avoid going to your shows. My schedule has just been so horrible to me. I’ve been working overtime almost every day at my new job to get up to speed.”

“I’m sorry too,” Rafayel shakes his head. “My poor girl is subjecting herself to a 9 to 5 that doesn’t even hit average wage.” 

“9 to 9, if we’re being really honest. It’s something, though, and decent jobs are hard to come by these days. Not everyone is an artistic genius.”

“True,” he tilts his head, eyes staying steady on the road. “But you’re not just anyone either, cutie. You could be my bodyguard or my secretary and I’d pay you double, triple then and there.”

You shake your head dismissively, a small smile forming at the throwaway compliment. “And have to be by your side 24/7? I don’t know if I could take that.”

“Hey!”

Only later when the two of you have nestled into the cozy booth of the restaurant does your conversation pick up again.

“But the show last week,” Rafayel rolls his eyes. “Same old, same old. Sold out as usual. However Thomas did catch a buyer group snorting in the back room like an hour before the gallery was supposed to close.”

“No. People actually do that?”

“They just get so bored, I suppose,” he snorts. “Obviously we wouldn’t make a big fuss out of it, it’s par for the course for art snobs. But they were so shameless about it. Even told us who they got it from. Graymist is no Onychinus, but it’s still a pretty penny for some blow.”

“Onychinus? I saw them on the news last night.”

“That shootout? Oh yeah, that’s standard for them. They’re guns blazing the second a rival syndicate oversteps, or so I hear. You know, not to be super shady, but they buy some of my work.”

“Really?” You rest your head in your palms as you lean forward in interest.

“Yep, they send the same guy every time. I don’t really remember his name. Something like Cyrus? But from the glances I’ve seen of him, he’s got a unique look, like early-thirties with white hair.”

Your stomach drops at that very second.

“Oh. Funny you say that,” you say cautiously, deciding to pick your next words very carefully. “I met a guy recently who fits that description to a T.”

It’s like you can see the dots connecting in Rafayel’s head, he leans closer to get into your space.

“Yeah? Did he try selling you anything?” He asks, voice dropped into a theatric whisper.

“Not really. He let me take a hit of his joint.”

“Hm. I guess he didn’t figure you, uh, fit Onychinus’ usual…clientele.”

“Which are?”

“Billionaires, corrupt politicians, the like. That’s why they’re so rich. Your Cyrus guy—he always makes appointments with Thomas for private viewings.”

Your eyebrows raise in intrigue, nodding to invite him to continue.

“Then, when he buys stuff, he never tries to negotiate, writes checks on the spot, and the piece is instantly out of the gallery when the show period ends. Not to sound jaded but, a customer as good as that in the art world is sketchy as hell. Also, it’s how casual he apparently is with talking about the… business he’s associated with. It blows Thomas’ mind. Like he has nothing to lose. Or he has the confidence that it won’t ever happen.”

“So you’re saying that this guy I’ve been painfully into might be working for the biggest drug cartel in the city.” Truthfully, you’re struck just a bit dumb.

Rafayel snaps his fingers. “More like the biggest drug cartel in the whole country! And I knew he was your type too.”

“Shut up.”

“Should I have introduced you?” He pretends to roll his eyes in derision. “But seriously. You better watch out, cutie. Take care of yourself and don’t bite off more than you can chew.”

You’re still in a daze even when Rafayel has dropped you off back to your place, and you don’t believe the moderate day drinking you’ve done has anything to do with it.

Is it really smart to meet him now, after what you’ve learnt?

Or more importantly, do you even care?

To be honest, the information that Rafayel had revealed to you was not needed for you to reach the conclusion that Sylus is not exactly the safest nor sanest guy to pursue seriously.

But there’s something about him that’s just so tempting. Alluring. You can’t help it. It’s in his cadence, the way he talks; charisma that only accompanies extreme self-confidence and is lacking in those who play it up in overcompensation.

And how clear he has been with how much he wants you.

Speak of the devil, as if he knows you’re thinking of him, you’re getting cozy in bed when your phone dings with a notification.

Sylus Im looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, sweetie. 

You squint at your phone when Sylus follows up with a message telling you that the twins—who you now know as Luke and Kieran—would pick you up and drive you to his place.

God, this is such an unwise decision. Definitely quite high up the “bad choices you’ve made” list. There’s a part of you amidst all his hospitality that still thinks he has malicious intentions. But at the same time, what he or Onychinus could even gain out of fucking you over, you couldn’t tell. You, who’s barely three months out of university with absolutely no real wealth to your name. 

In the end, your train of thought lands on the natural answer of simply on giving Sylus the benefit of doubt.

Me me tooooo!

Me see you :*

“Again, Boss wishes he got to pick you up himself, but he’s been crazy busy recently. He’s been overworking himself so that he could free up some time to spend with you.” Kieran says as he looks back at you from the passenger seat. This time, the twins have got black surgical masks covering the lower half of their faces.

You blush at the idea of Sylus actively trying to see you. But it also opens up even more questions, like exactly what kind of work that even entails. 

You’re also curious on how secretive these boys would get if they’re prodded for answers. You belatedly realize that they’re probably not much older than you, if at all.

“So, what does Sylus actually do for work? Is it just… y’know?” Dealing drugs? Curating and buying artwork for a drug ring leader? Being the right-hand man to an old fuck about to kick the bucket that has warehouses full of blood money?

“You know, guys like Boss,” Luke starts. “They do too many things to label them one way or the other.”

So purposefully vague. They’re loyal henchmen slash employees after all. You hum in lieu of an answer, and you suppose you have no choice but to ask all your burning questions to the man himself once you see him.

The car drives into the central business district and pulls up to a skyscraper so tall that the top is shrouded by clouds, and you continue to try not to show your surprise as well-dressed staff help you out of the car and escort you through an opulent lobby into a dim elevator. Your mouth slowly starts to gape open when it starts to go up past floor numbers that there aren’t even buttons for.

Working at a crime syndicate really gets you somewhere, huh. But you quickly have to put yourself together when the doors slide open on the 109th floor and Sylus in all of his devastatingly good looks is already standing on the other side to receive you.

“Hi,” you squeak, barely managing to get it out.

He gives you a small smile and extends his hand in invitation once again, in imitation of your first meeting. “It’s nice to finally see you again, kitten.” 

Your eyes fixate on him as you put your hand in his, a mirror of your first meeting with him, and Sylus walks you into an endless hallway, fingers gripping onto his a bit tighter as you admire how his choice today of a red dress shirt stretches against his broad back and shoulders.

He leads you into a lounge space and has you sit on a black leather couch as he heads to the bar table on the side to pour you a drink, placing a needle on an already-spinning disk.

You spend a while in silence, taking in the dark interior of the room. The aesthetic, paired with the melodic tune of an organ that starts to permeate the air, gives the room an almost-gothic feel that reeks of opulence in its tasteful tones and luxurious fit-out. 

“You like crows?” There’s a metal statue of one perched on a plinth in front of a large, almost-abstract canvas with red and black swirls. No doubt, the piece is one of Rafayel’s—you can recognize his style anywhere.

“I do,” Sylus replies as he returns to you holding two glasses and a bottle of champagne. “My real one, Mephisto, finds these decorations offensive. But that statue predates him.”

You laugh at the comical thought of this smartly-dressed man with a full-sized crow on his arm being an actual thing. Like a cartoonishly evil supervillain that wants to take over the city. But with how this penthouse looks, and where it is, you’re worried that’s a bit closer to the truth than it probably should be.

“You know, I would have been able to get here by myself just fine if you told me your address,” you take one of the flutes from his hand. “It’s hard to miss the tallest building in the city. I always wondered what it was for.”

“And let your shoes touch non-carpeted ground when you’re coming on my invitation? You wound me.”

Pop! Sylus uncorks the bottle with ease, pouring you both a smooth fill. You recognize the bottle to be the same brand as the one he was drinking at Aether.

“You’re not serious,” you giggle as you hold your glass up to him.

He cocks an eyebrow. “But I am. Very much so.”

You and him make a soft clink with your drinks, and you take a quick sip before you put it down on the table in front of you to reach for your bag. 

“Oh! And here’s the main event,” you dig through your things and pull out a small zip lock. “I rolled them already.”

Sylus laughs once he sees your work. “So cute and dainty.”

You huff. “I told you, I don’t smoke that much at a time. I usually only bum off my friends if they’re offering.”

“Yet you still wanted to buy some from me?”

You blush again. “Well, I wouldn’t usually, but you know.”

“Do I know, sweetie?” He teases you as he leans into your space, you huff in embarrassment before lightly pushing him away. You don’t really want to get into how desperate you were to see him again, so you try to change the topic. 

“By the way. How much do you actually charge? You’ve been putting off telling me. At least give me some frame of reference even if you don’t want me to pay you. My friends would be easy converts to your… ‘family business’,” you quote the term Luke had used when you first met him.

Sylus cocks an eyebrow and gives you a smirk. “I appreciate that you’re trying to get me customers, but I’m afraid your friends fall far below my usual scope. You can always give some of what you have to them, I’m happy to give you more whenever you’d like.”

So Rafayel was right. He doesn’t even deal casually to normal people. “Okay, so what’s your angle? Clearly you’re giving me special treatment.”

“Of course I am.”

The easy admission takes you back, though you don’t know what else you would have expected. “...Why?”

Sylus smiles, pulls you closer to hoist you up by the waist, causing you to yelp in surprise. He seats you comfortably on his lap before he finally replies with another question.

“Do you really need to ask, sweetie?”

You give him a giggle, you feel his warm body even through his clothes now that you’re this close to him. “You just tried to ask me,” you argue, holding the joint up to him.

“I haven’t hid my intentions in the slightest,” he takes a lighter out from his pocket. “I feel voracious after not being able to properly spend time with the beautiful girl that I wanted to covet at first sight.”

You duck your head in embarrassment, not used to such bold declarations of interest. He chuckles and lights the end of the thin roll up before taking it from you.

He tests the waters by rolling his hips just enough for your breath to hitch before he continues. “And now I finally have you here. It feels just right, doesn’t it?”

How are you so sure? The text exchanges and calls aside, you’ve only met him in person once before. You echo the question out loud in a whisper and he laughs once again, like he can’t believe you don’t know the answer.

“I can see the gears in your head working overtime. It’s gonna hurt if you think too hard, kitten. Let’s try something else.”

He takes a long drag from the roll between his fingers before he grabs your chin with his other hand, pulling you forward until your lips meet his. 

The combination of processing the kiss while inhaling the smoke that sat at the base of his throat causes you to almost instantly try to create some distance so you could cough, but Sylus immediately chases you into another one. It’s unrefined, and you wouldn’t expect your first kiss with Sylus to include sputtering into his mouth as you work through the itch in your throat, but the older man only seems to find it amusing as he chuckles against you. 

“You’re so cute,” he murmurs, before pulling away just enough that he’s able to cock his head into the direction of where you were looking at earlier. You whine a bit at the separation, but follow his line of sight back to the painting in the room. “Do you recognize that piece?”

“Mhm,” you take your turn with a proper drag, deciding to go with telling the truth once you’ve slowly exhaled the smoke. “Rafayel is one of my closest friends. He mentioned that your… organization is a frequent buyer of his.”

“My… organization?” Sylus’ eyes shine in curiosity, wondering how you’ll phrase it.

“Well,” you falter just a bit, a thought flashing through your mind that maybe he’ll actually kill you if you say the word. The name. But you have a feeling that with Sylus’ brand of self-assuredness that he’d simply find your bumbling entertaining. You take another puff. “You know, Onychinus. Your boss has good taste, though.”

“My boss?” He sounds incredulous. “Where did you get the idea that I had one?”

You momentarily stutter. “...Y-you don’t?”

“No, kitten. I don’t work for Onychinus. I own Onychinus. Among other things.”

Oh. Your eyes widen. 

For a second, the only thing that isn’t still in the room is the embers of the lit rolling paper slowly burning off bits of ash into the air.

You suppose it shouldn’t surprise you too much, with the way this man acts. But it does circle you back into questions about why he’s so interested in you.

“What’s that face, sweetie?” Sylus asks as he leans into your space. He says it in a betrayingly soft tone, but you know better than to be convinced by what you now fully understand is an absolute predator. “You scared?”

Another puff. “Not really,” you land on, and momentarily you’re taken aback at the truth of your answer. Maybe it’s the haze starting to prickle and seep into your skin, the way that you instinctually trust that his pursuit of you is genuine despite everything else about him that screams it wouldn’t be. Another pull. “Just… wondering what I did to catch the eye of a man like you.”

“You’re doing yourself a disservice.”

He tilts his head in request, and so you hold up the roll against him so he can take a long drag that almost burns through the remainder of the joint in one go. But instead of breathing it out into the air, he cups your cheek into one large hand and brings your lips to meet his again. This time, you’re anticipating the shotgun, and you open your mouth to give him access to exhale the dense smoke straight into you. 

You find that from all your experiences, this is the best way you’ve ever gotten high.

He’s still close enough that you can feel his warm breath as he moves to speak quietly into your ear. His hand that was just on your face travels slowly down as it traces your spine to rest with the other that’s on your waist.

“Something spoke to my baser instincts the moment I saw you,” his hands begin to guide you to roll your hips, and you hitch your breath when the heat that begins to pool at the edge of your cunt meets his hardening cock through his pants. “To claim and make mine. You felt it too, didn’t you?”

You nod, and a thumb begins to press gently into the soft muscle of your stomach, rubbing in small circles. He continues, “and it just so happened that some fools that didn’t understand their standing thought that it would be the perfect time to contest my authority. Isn’t that such an inconvenience? I had to lay a trail of cannabis crumbs to make sure this kitten kept following me while I was dealing with their… mess.”

“Mmm, but I would have committed to seeing you again regardless. So you didn’t have to do that, really,” you confess. 

“No? But it served its purpose, did it not? Now you’re here right where I want you to be for the foreseeable future,” he noses into the crook of your neck, mouthing and nuzzling into your simmering skin. “You’ll stay with me, won’t you?”

“I-I mean,” you stutter, fully debased. Isn’t this too straightforward? But you can’t bring yourself to resent it at all. “I have. I have a job.”

“That you haven’t even passed the probationary period for. You might as well quit while you’re at it. You wouldn’t have to work a day of your life if you wish, kitten. I can give you anything you could possibly ask for.”

Now, as the high truly settles in, you try to think about it as hard as your mind allows you to. You giggle once you realize what exactly he’s asking of you, the clouds in your head beginning to bear weight. “And that’s your way of asking me to be your girlfriend? To play housewife to the big bad mafia boss?” 

“Why… is the lack of fanfare an issue?” Sylus tightens the hold he has around your waist, picking up the speed of your ministrations. “Would you prefer I make a grand declaration of my intent? Cover your whole apartment in thousands of roses? Hire an orchestra? Write ‘will you be mine?’ across the sky?”

“No, no issues.”

“Good,” he nods. “There will be plenty of time for big, expensive proclamations of my affection in the future. So, your answer?”

Decidedly, you take the final puff which brings the cinder to the filter, and you shakily loosen yourself from his grasp to try to lower yourself onto the floor, burnt-out joint falling somewhere inconsequential. But the fast onslaught of your high causes you to almost fall off the sofa entirely, only saved by his strong harms slowing you until you’ve made a safe descent. “I-is this answer enough?” 

He leans down to capture your lips in his, finally in a proper kiss. Grabbing either side of your face with his hands and taking up all your air, causing you to gasp and push away from him, using up the last of your strength that you’re still in control of to force him to lean back against the cushion.

He smirks as he watches your clumsy movements, hands travelling from his chest, to his stomach, until they land on his thighs, feeling the expanse of his skin through his pants. You scoot closer, moving until you’re palming his crotch through the fabric.

He coos. “Aw. Are you trying to make me feel good?”

“Yeah,” you whine, kinda pathetically as you paw at the zipper of his trousers. “Wan—want to prove I’m worth keeping.”

But it’s hard. The zipper isn’t budging no matter how much force you feel like you’re putting in to pull it down. You lay your head on the side of his inner thigh in defeat, staring up at him with a pleading face as you go still.

Sylus only laughs breathlessly as he reaches out to swipe your bottom lip with a thumb, until it catches and forces itself into your mouth. You suck instinctively when he presses down on your tongue, gagging when for a moment he slides it a bit too deep into your throat.

He pulls it out, but not completely—just enough so that he can glide it against your pearly white teeth. “How sweet. But couldn’t you already tell, sweetie? I like you so much. That’s been my plan all along.”

Sylus uses his free hand to finish the job, making quick work in pulling his fly apart and underwear down just enough to free his cock. 

Fuck. “So big,” you murmur to yourself, but he catches it anyway.

“Is it?”

It makes you delirious, watching him look down at you like that. You think it should be frightening how natural it feels to slide under his control, but it isn’t. It only keeps making you want to lay all of yourself bare to him, put all this trust in him that truly, he has yet to earn. And at this point, you don’t even care that the high is making you way too honest with the things you want to do with him, the things you want him to do to you. “Yes, it’s so—I wanna put my mouth on it, daddy.”

Sylus takes the new pet name in complete stride, of course he does. Not missing a beat before the smile on his face grows to one that can only be described as something close to sinister, like a grand scheme unfolding exactly how he’s plotted it. “Is that who you want me to be, kitten?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out, all too open and easy. 

“Then daddy’s got you, hm?” he hums in approval. “What are you waiting for?”

You take a good look at his cock now that it’s right in front of your face, half-excited and half-scared thinking about how all of that is even going to fit in all of you.

You truly have no clue—you just need to keep going to find out—but the dizziness caused by both the weed and your arousal hinders it a lot. You try to start by leaning your head forward and sticking your tongue out just enough so that it can trace a vein on the underside of his cock, and you whimper in tandem to his hiss when the salty taste of his skin hits your tongue. 

Trying to work yourself up to bravely fitting him into your mouth, you begin to lick what you can reach softly, trying to apply enough pressure so that Sylus can actually feel something. But your jaw turns sore faster than you expect in your dazed state, and it makes you whine in frustration—you want it to feel good for him, as good as you think he deserves, and the embarrassment of potentially not being able to do that makes something sting at the back of your eyes.

Every time your mouth slides up enough that it catches onto the tip of his cock, you try to take the rest of his length in, but the second you begin to get overwhelmed about just how much you have to take in, you withdraw and go back to—

“Kitten licks,” Sylus notes, not unkindly. “Do you need some help?”

“Please?” A hand comes up to the base of your neck, fingers deceptively gentle as they tread through under your hair, until the facade drops when he twists and wraps it across his knuckles to give him enough leverage and pulls.

You gasp at the force of it, the dull ache that begins to set on your scalp turning into pleasure as he positions your lips against the head of his girth. 

“Open up and relax, sweetie. It’ll be easier that way,” is the only warning he gives before he uses his grip to push you down.

Trying your best to adhere to his advice, you force your body to go slack and exhale through your nose, but half the length of his cock is shoved down your throat in one go and you gag at the sudden intrusion.

You shiver once you feel your drool leak from the corners of your mouth down your chin and neck, seeping slowly into the top that you still have on. You feel your eyes water, not spilling quite yet as you try your absolute best to breathe as calmly as you can through your nose.

Sylus keeps you still for a beat, you watch him work through his own slightly-dazed state to process the sight of your mouth failing to accommodate his size. 

“Hah, so tight. Kitten, if you can’t fit me down your mouth, how am I going to fit in your cunt?” He questions, and you’re wondering the same thing.

But you can’t ponder on it longer when Sylus decides you’ve had enough time to adjust and begins to use force to bob your head up and down his cock.

It’s so uncomfortable, the more you focus on the way you can feel the slick from your cunt soaking and cooling your underwear. The heat that’s been coiling down there has become near unbearable, yet you can hardly squirm when Sylus’ cock down your throat is making you lightheaded from the restricted air supply. Other sensations fill you too—the smell of both of your sweat mixed with the aftermath of your smoke, how your jaw aches, the whines you’re letting out without your control.

You almost become limp after a while, surrendering your body to your high and zoning out on the suffocation, placing you into a foggy headspace that you have to trust Sylus to guide you through to his satisfaction. He’s started to buck his hips in synchronization to your head, and somewhere in the back of where you’re floating you can hear his deep grunts beginning to grow ragged.

You’re suddenly brought back to the surface when he jerks your head back, and it makes you whimper–whether it’s from the pain of your hair being pulled extra hard or if it’s because of the immediate feeling of emptiness, you can’t tell.

“Can’t let me have all the fun now,” he exhales, bringing himself back down from a near-climax. “Come up, kitten.”

Trembling, you stand anticipating that you’ll sit back on his lap, knees bracketing his thighs when he locks you in place with a strong arm wrapped around your waist. You buckle forward, stomach hitting the edge of the sofa back as Sylus lifts the hem of your top up to expose your waist.

A sharp bite on the meat of your hip causes you to yelp. “You’ve neglected yourself, poor thing,” he feigns sympathy as he uses his free hand to pull your bottoms down, and your legs shake as your cooling slick trails down your thigh with them. 

If only Sylus could see your face, how flushed red you are now that you’re exposed to him there. But you’re sure he can feel it as his large hands work their way up and down the warmth of your skin, not quite venturing where you really want him to.

It makes you whine, “Sylus–”

“Ah-ah,” he interrupts. “Try again.”

“Daddy,” you yield immediately, desperate for something. Anything more than this.

“Better. Yes, sweetie?”

“Please touch me.” 

“I’m already touching you, aren’t I?”

“No, I—you know what I mean, daddy, please,” you’re unbelieving that you even have to ask, to beg. Can’t he see the state you’re in? How your whole body is pulsating in need? Is it only obvious to yourself, or is he just toying with you? A frustrated sob chokes its way out of your mouth. You don’t want to play this game anymore.

He wraps an arm around the back of your knee and pulls you closer in a mock embrace. “Oh, sweetie,” he murmurs into your stomach. “Don’t be such a sore loser. I’ll always give you what you want eventually.”

But finally, he drags a slow finger along your slit and the contact makes you whimper in relief. “It’ll do you good to learn a little more patience,” Sylus continues. “But we’ve both been anticipating this for far too long. I’m at my limit too.”

Without preamble, he slides two fingers inside you, sinking them almost to the knuckle if not for a large ring on his middle finger stopping it. A loud, sudden cry rips from you then; you have nowhere to go to feel out the new sensation when he’s still got you in a tight hold. “The noises you make are so pretty,” he laughs. “I want to hear every one that I can elicit from you."

It’s not as if you’re trying to sound a particular way, it’s pure instinct as a result of whatever Sylus does to you. A cowering prey at the mercy of a carnivore. Yet his praise makes you visibly preen, making another small, little sound while pressing the plush of your thighs together in an attempt to lock his hand in place to stop the onslaught of your stimulation.

But he’s stronger than you, so it does nothing as he begins to set a relentless pace, immediately pushing the right buttons, carving into all the right places that sets your body alight.

“Does it feel good? Want more?”

What comes out of your mouth in response is a jumbled thing, your answer tangled between no, not yet, it’s too much, I’m not ready and yes, yesyesyesyes—

Evidently, he interprets it as the latter, curling his fingers just like that until he’s right up against the spot that makes you roll your eyes to the back of your skull.

He slaps your ass, then, a hard smack that rings in your ears after. “Stay as sharp as you can, kitten. I want you to feel everything I’m giving you,” he growls before hitting you again, and again, repeated blows that contradict the soft melody that’s still playing from the record player on the far side of the room. 

Sylus has you gasp at every impact. And coupled with his fingers, now rapidly picking up speed as he continues to graze where you’re most sensitive inside, it’s all growing to be too much, exceeding your expectations every second when you start to feel more than you ever believed you could.

You fantasize, then. Give into his desires, and this can be your everyday; having this man do what he wants with you, his smart mouth and searing touch that puts you in a space that allows him to do anything, and all of what he decides feels so good, even when it’s painful or unusual or strange. 

What little control you have left that’s keeping you in one piece is relinquished to him.

With that, you feel your orgasm fast approaching, but another sensation accompanies it—one that you’ve only anticipated in the past when you were more… well-prepared. “Wait, wait—stop,” you panic at the sudden realization of how expensive your surroundings are. “Daddy, stop, I’m gonna—”

He doesn’t let up. “No, no, let it all out, kitten.”

And your whole body is wracked with violent shivers when you do, searing relief coursing through you as you’re reduced to pitiful mewls. You gush all over his hand, Sylus incessantly wrings you out of everything you’ve got, and it keeps going as your fluids cascade down until it soaks all that sits below you.

Somewhere past your head, you think you can hear him laugh.

By some mercy, he finally rolls to a halt, wet hands moving back to your waist to keep you steady on your knees. After a beat of trying to catch your breath, you open your eyes to see the absolute mess you’ve made. You’ve wet his pants, the couch, and even the rug on the floor. That sobers you up just a bit. “Oh god, I’m so sorry, it got everywhere—”

Sylus just keeps laughing, and you can hear the pure satisfaction in it, disregarding your worry and standing up, taking you with him as he hauls you over a broad shoulder. “I just see it as a kitten marking up her new territory.”

“Sylus,” you hiss, so ashamed. You bat your fists into his back in protest, and he simply gathers both your wrists up into one large hand and forces you to stay still. He hums and begins to walk out of the room.

“Mmm, so it’s Sylus when you’re bearing your claws,” he observes, taking a turn to a flight of stairs. He makes a show of bouncing you in his grip at every step. “But daddy when you’re asking for something. How cunning. You already know how to get what you want from me.”

And what more do you want from him, really? The answer doesn’t come easy, especially in your current state of mind. But you relish in how he’s long established that it could be anything, everything. 

It brings you back to cute little giggles that echo down the hallway until he opens the door at the very end, revealing his bedroom, bathed in all the same dark and decadent tones as the rest of the penthouse, a flame already crackling in the central fireplace.

Despite how rough he’s been with you thus far, he puts you down delicately atop a dark silk duvet and you sink into the marshmallow-soft mattress.

You can’t help but let him know. “Wow, comfy…”

“It’s good you think so, sweetie, since you’ll be warming it for me from now on.”

The tip of your ears flare red again, and this time you feel the blush all the way down to your chest. Is that so.

Decidedly, you show how much you like the idea by ridding yourself of what remains of your clothes, tossing it to the side until you’re, at long last, naked before him. Sylus drinks up the sight of you as he strips himself down, drenched pants kicked off onto the floor as he unbuttons his dress shirt, and you can’t help but moan at the novel sight of his bare chest and toned abdomen.

You don’t get to admire it for long, though, because he makes haste to close the distance between you once more by pulling you into a deep kiss, immediately seeking entrance by forcing your lips open with his tongue. “You’re such a darling,” he says in the brief moments you separate for air. “So pretty. How could I not want to ruin you from the moment I saw you?”

He nudges your knees apart with his so that he can properly settle between your legs, his hands moving to help you wrap your legs around his waist then sliding them up to your hips to pull you even closer.

He groans once he has the full length of his cock propped up against your stomach, head parallel to your navel. “Look at how deep I’m going to be, kitten.”

You brave yourself to take a glance down, and you wheeze in intimidation when you do. From your perspective, it’s outright intimidating. But the sudden feeling of how empty you are sets you off-kilter, your determination (or is it your need? your innermost desire?) shines through. 

“I need it, daddy,” you beg in a small voice.

“Oh, do you now? And here I thought it was just me.” He’s smiling when he says it.

The bubble of frustration rises up again at his teasing, incessant even at a time like this. “I want to satisfy you,” you beg again, hoping this time he’ll give you want you want, which is to— “satisfy you—your greed,”

“That’s impossible,” he admits in a moment of honesty. “But you’re so sweet for wanting to try, kitten. The sweetest little thing you are. I want to eat you whole.”

You find that you want it too—so much that your body reacts so positively just at the idea, presenting yourself to him on a silver platter. You want Sylus to consume you for everything you are and savor the pleasure of being his most delicious meal.

But any further thoughts that might have begun to form in your head dissipate just as fast when Sylus tightens his hold on you and brings his lips to the side of your neck. He takes his time, claiming all you have to offer as he trails your skin with bruising kisses and bites, no doubt things that will leave marks come morning. 

He explores every part of you, all while his cock skims your wet entrance at every movement, and the feeling rushes over you again, as your skin turns red and purple from his attention, that you don’t care anymore about anything else. You need it, you need, it, you need—

One more time, since he’s been so kind to teach you. “Please, daddy, can you come in? I-I need you here.”

You take his large hand in yours and guide it to press against your womb.

The sound that rips out of his mouth is more beast than human. “That’s it,” he groans. “So simple. You tell daddy what you want and you’ll get it.”

A sigh of relief was about to escape you as you watch him align his cock to your hole, but it snuffs out just as fast. The initial stretch of his cock, even after all his hard work, is so painful that it makes you instinctively beat weak fists to his chest—which devastatingly only causes him to slide even deeper, letting out a rumble of low laughter that’s coated in condescending affection when he sees that a stray tear, after everything he’s put you through, has finally managed to escape your eye.

“Shhh, kitten—”

“It hurts so much, daddy—”

“I know. I know it does, sweet girl,” he nods, as if he understands, as if he’s sympathetic. Yet he leans in close to lick the salty, watery path across your cheek with a warm tongue, and he groans in satisfaction—savoring yet another place that you’re leaking from, because of him. “I know it’s difficult. But you’re doing so well, so brave, fitting all of me in you.”

And those words wash right over you, his sugar-coated words that lean just on the right side of demeaning that puts you back down with the threat of drowning in them. You can tell how effortlessly all of this comes to him, and you can tell how much he enjoys how eagerly you’re affected by it.

He takes the time to look down. Halfway in. You can only imagine how the view of your abused cunt fluttering around his cock looks like, the way Sylus can’t keep his darkened eyes off of where the two of you are now joined. The tears flow freely from you now, from both pain and sheer respite, and you can’t decide whether you need him to pause or keep going.

Sylus takes the choice away from you as he pulls you further on him, bottoming out, and your back arches off the bed when you feel him hit the wall of your womb, the farthest part in you that he could possibly reach. “Good girl,” he praises you as if it was a soothing balm. “Such a good girl, the best.”

He lowers his head, baring the meat of his neck to you. “Hold on if you need to, kitten,” he offers, and you make good of your namesake by reaching out and clamping your teeth down onto the fat of his skin there. He lets out a ragged breath and picks up the pace then, fucking you onto his cock in a way so punishing that it leaves you no other option than to just take it. 

Your hands struggle to find purchase on something, anything to ground yourself with until they find their way to the thick of his back, nails scratching the surface until they’re breaking skin, marking him as much as you’re sure that he has marked you.

Your saliva leaks from the corners of your mouth—can’t even swallow properly—and trickles down your chin and his shoulder, joining in with your salty tears.

This is everything that you’ve needed. Someone who knows how to take your agency away from you exactly the way you need him to. Someone who knows, intuitively, exactly where he has to touch and press and kiss to make you go dumb, to put you in a fuzzy headspace where all that's required of you is to take everything he wants to give you, because he'll only give you exactly what you need to feed the desire that festers within you.

You want to tell him so, and it takes all of you to pull yourself from where you were latched. “Feels so good, daddy,” you cry. “Fuck, so good, I-I can’t—”

Your head falls back, unable to finish what you were trying to say.

Sylus is enamored.

“Just—just look at you, sweetie,” he coos, admires as you give up on your sentence altogether. He slows his thrusts, just enough to say what he does next with clarity. “You’re like a doll—willing to let me do whatever I want with you. I can throw you around this room and you’d still look at me like I’m the only thing that you want. How would I have been able to live with myself if I allowed you to slip through my fingers?”

And you don’t understand what he’s saying anymore—can’t process it—how Sylus sliding the full length of him in and out of your pussy is making you struggle so much with even forming a simple thought. Are you supposed to feel embarrassed, how your only response is your heavy breathing, rapidly turning pathetic, whiny?

He lets go, lowering you down back to the bed, adjusting his hold so that a hand pushes the back of your knee away and another landing right on top of where you’re connected. A testing graze of a rough thumb parting the folds of your cunt to reach your clit starts causing a new wave of tears to fall.

“Say it, kitten—that you’ll stay like this, pliant on daddy’s cock.”

And how easy it is to be just that—how good he is to you when you’ve opened yourself up for his taking only. It’s no surprise that you’re furiously nodding your head, chasing another wave of pleasure as you squirm under his touch. “Yes! Yes—I will—”

A vision you must look to him, he hisses an inhale and spits onto your clit, using it to knead swirling circles that have you falling quickly into another climax.

“A-are you close, daddy?” You ask, not waiting to hear his answer. You’re already pleading. “I want it inside—inside, daddy. I need it, need it inside, please, pleasepleaseplease—”

And what he pulls you into is less a kiss and more of something violent, your teeth clacking in a way that would be painful if you weren’t almost completely gone, and a perfectly timed bite to your bottom lip is just enough to send you over the edge once more.

It has you panicking, your nails notching themselves deep into his shoulder blades, and he’s growling in both the pain of it and the pleasure of your cunt clenching around him in a deliciously heated grip as your orgasm coerces and works itself out of your trembling body.

“I’ll give you all of it, hah—” Sylus rasps, evidently near his end too, he speeds up, driving his whole length in and out of you, and the overstimulation is dizzying, you keep crying, you’ve got almost everything that you’ve wanted except for this one last thing.

“Please.”

A rough and heavy hand presses your lower stomach and it makes you feel his every jolt and stutter against your deepest parts, hot white of his come warming you from the inside and fighting the reduced space, leaking from your cunt onto the already-ruined sheets. 

When his momentum finally slows and almost comes to a stop, you try to push him out of you with what little strength you can muster, thinking it must be time to wash up because you don’t know what else Sylus would want from you now that he’s taken everything you’ve got.

But somehow, he’s still impossibly hard, and he doesn’t allow his cock to slip out of you, an audible tsk at your feeble attempt.

You look up to take one good look at his gleaming ruby eyes. Sylus bores into you like he’s seizing prey once more, and you know immediately—you’re surrendering the rest of the day, maybe even the night, the rest of your life, to keep fulfilling that insatiable desire of his. And you’d be a fool to even think that this was enough for a man like him.

“More.”

When you wake, the moon is high in the sky, slipping in from the crack in the curtain and bathing Sylus’ bedroom in soft cool blues. 

You lift your head from where it rested on his chest, to find that sobriety has set in during your sleep. You regard him, already up, in full clarity as he types on his phone with one hand, brightness set low so as to not disturb you. You feel the sensation of his other hand rubbing absentminded circles against the back of your neck.

“Your supervisor says that while you were ‘very promising and shaping up to be a very valuable member of the team,’ that they ‘understand your situation and wish you the best.’ You must have sold yourself short when you told me you weren’t doing well, sweetie. They seemed to have regarded you highly.”

“What?! You… quit my job for me?” You look into his eyes, which show only smug satisfaction and zero remorse for the decision he’s just made on your life. This guy’s crazy. “What did you even say?”

“Don’t worry, the exchange was professional. Your track record is still clean should you for some reason ever want to return to the workforce.”

“But, my rent, Tara—”

“I could buy your apartment in her name so you won’t have to worry about that. She’s a good friend, isn’t she? She’d deserve it for taking such good care of you all this time,” he pinches your cheek, places his phone down on the nightstand. “Finances will no longer be a problem for you. I’ve already transferred a year’s worth of what you would have earned at that job into your account. My… girlfriend isn’t allowed to be broke.”

“Are you serious?” 

Sylus huffs, gently moving you under him as he climbs on top of your still-naked form, turning you so that you face the smooth silk sheets, still soiled with the combination of you and Sylus’ sweat and mess.

“Are you really asking me that now? Haven’t I shown my sincerity?”

A hand caresses up the small of your back until it lands on a bite on your shoulder blade that’s just beginning to bruise. You gasp as he presses down on it, just hard enough for the dull ache to turn sharp. He lowers himself until his mouth ghosts over your reddening ears. “It seems I’ll just have to keep going until you understand… just how deep my devotion runs.”

You may have just sold your soul.

You cry out into the pillow when he sinks the entire length of his cock into you again in one effortless glide.

“No one’s around this late at night, don’t hide. Won’t you spoil your daddy by letting him hear your sweet little sounds? Just like how I’ll spoil you too. You’ll want for nothing, kitten.”

And honestly, you suppose that you can get used to this.

~~

Thursday nights at your apartment had become a tradition for you and Zayne, typically consisting of the two of you trying a new recipe you had found. ‘Weekly date nights’ Zayne called it, when you both would allot a certain time to spend with one another during the chaotic schedules of a cardiac surgeon and senior hunter.

Tonight’s meal of choice was chicken curry. The two of you worked in perfect harmony; Zayne at the stove working on the dish as the fragrant smell of spices wafted out the kitchen, and you in the dining room setting the table for you both. Zayne suggested your date nights be held at your apartment — rather than his much nicer kitchen — so he could ensure you kept the leftovers. Always making sure you never went without a meal.

Once you finished all the arrangements at the dining table, folding each napkin into little snowflakes the way you did every week, you padded your way into the kitchen where Zayne worked diligently. He had just gotten off work before heading to your place, so he was still dressed in his white button up and black tie secured around his collar. Your arms wrapped around his backside, allowing your mischievous hands to roam his large chest. You breathed in his scent, instantly comforted by the floral smell of jasmines and touch of woody undertones from his cologne.

“Mmmm, I love the way you smell, Zaynie” you hummed, inhaling more of his scent.

“Are you sure it’s not the cumin tricking your senses, love?” Zayne teased, leaning back more into your grasp as he continued stirring the pot of curry bubbling on the stove.

“Well, i’m sure you would have a scientific explanation for it, doctor” you teased right back, slowly moving your wandering hands higher up his chest.

Zayne set the spoon down and quickly snatched your hands from around his pecs. He moved them back around his backside, where he turned to have them linked together in one of his hands, cuffing you where you stood.

“Mhmm and i’m sure it wouldn’t take a scientific explanation to see how you are being mischievous.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, squinting your eyes at the way he caught you red handed.

He simply smirked at you, breathing out a gentle laugh as he leaned down to kiss you right on the tip of your nose.

“Dinners ready, my love,” he whispered, watching the way your pout shifted into a bright smile.

The two of you made your way into the dining room, delicious bowls of curry occupying your hands while Zayne followed behind with two glasses of ice cold water. During the meal, the conversation ebbed and flowed, catching up on the latest updates at Zayne’s job — the smaller details he could share without violating patient confidentiality — and your recent mission progress.

“Oh! Speaking of,” you chimed after swallowing a mouthful of curry, letting the savory flavor make its way down.

“Hmm?” Zayne hummed while taking the edge of his napkin to wipe a drop of curry staining the corner of your mouth. You were always such a messy eater.

“Thank you, Zaynie,” you giggled at his gesture and continued, “I was wondering, will you be working Saturday night?”

Zayne took a second to think over his schedule before shaking his head, “I don’t think so. Did you have something in mind, love?”

“Well…there’s an event happening at a club this Saturday and Tara had invited us. I think her and Xavier are going together…so it would be kinda like a double date thing.”

Zayne’s curiosity quickly morphed into a puzzled look. “You…want to go to a nightclub?” Honestly you couldn’t even blame him for his question. In the 24 years you’ve been alive, you’ve actually never been to a club. Maybe your local downtown bar for some drinks with coworkers, but nothing along the lines of “high city life.”

“Okay, fair,” you started to feel a little timid, “Butttt, I think it would be fun! And something new for us to experience together.”

“…plus…I would feel a lot more comfortable if you were there with me,” you added sheepishly.

Zayne smiled at your honesty, then his brows furrowed slightly into a worried look. “My jasmine, you know I am not one to indulge in alcohol.”

Of course you knew this already. Ever since the liquor-filled chocolate fiasco, your snowman has been ever more relectant to partake in drinking. However, you also came prepared for his rebuttal. “Yes, Zaynie I know. I don’t expect you to drink if you don’t want to, but regardless, I think we could still have fun. If it’ll make you feel better, I won’t drink much either.”

A sigh of relief left his lips, knowing now he doesn’t have to worry about losing control from being under the influence. But you could tell there was still something on his mind preventing him from fully agreeing.

“Will there be any…dancing?” Zayne hesitated. He looked a little shy asking, almost more worried at what your response would be.

“Do you want there to be any dancing?”

Zayne just sat there. His face morphing into a look of embarrassment as he tried to hide the pink hue growing on the back of his neck with his hand. You could always see right through him, no matter what mask he tried to hide behind.

Your eyes widened at his reaction and you started to snicker to yourself. No way…

“Don’t tell me the snowman only has two left feet” you teased through your fit of giggles.

Zayne quickly played off his embarrassment by clearing his throat “Well now that I think about it , they must have removed the interpretive dancing lessons from my medical school curriculum.”

Okay Mr. Sassy. You playfully rolled your eyes at him. “So you mean to tell me that you can practically stitch a man’s heart up with your eyes closed…but dancing is what gets you??”

He simply smirked at you — so small you almost missed it if you didn’t know him so well now —and relished in your unintentional compliment before teasing right back. “Your assumption would be correct. To be honest, I was hoping for our wedding you would let me stand on your toes while you guided us.”

You didn’t know whether to blush or bust out laughing. Sure, you and Zayne had mentioned marriage before, but when he brings it up like this it never fails to make you smile.

You gazed at him lovingly, enjoying this playful banter between the two of you. “My love, there will be no stepping on any toes during our wedding,” you giggled in the palm of your hand as you went on, “though I’m happy to hear you’ve still been thinking about marrying me.”

Zayne’s hand reached the table for yours, taking his thumb to sweep back and forth across your palm. “There is no thinking, my jasmine. I will marry you. It’s just a matter of when.”

Dear god how is he so good at this? He always knows just what to say to make you blush like a freaking school girl.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, soft smiles reflected back on each other through your gazes. Finally, you broke the silence, remembering to come back to your original conversation.

“Okay, how about this: no drinking for you, three drinks for me, and you save me one dance.”

He thought carefully for a minute before you added on, “…anddd we can even leave early for more us time.” You tacked on a smile with a faint hint of puppy eyes for the final blow.

Zayne softly chuckled at you before nodding in agreement. “That sounds fair…but do I get to choose the song?”

“Well it wouldn’t be much of a compromise if you got everythinggg Zaynie,” you shot back.

He hummed in response, gathering your plates before standing from his chair, “I suppose you make a decent point. Fine, I’ll agree to your terms and conditions.”

Your smile beamed up at him as he made his way to where you sat. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Cmon my love, let’s clean up. We have a movie to watch.”

Zayne made his way back to the kitchen as you giggled to yourself, feeling overjoyed at the thought of you and Zayne taking on a club together.

~

Saturday night came quicker than you expected. Zayne had arrived at your place at exactly 8 p.m. — the time you had said you would be ready — and to no surprise to him, you were still halfway through your makeup routine.

“And here I thought you would be waiting on me,” Zayne teased, his beautiful figure taking up the door frame of the bathroom.

You stopped for a second, setting your blush and makeup brush down to fully look at him. “Now you should know by now that’s my ‘I need to speed this up’ deadline.” You scrunched your nose at him then took in the state of your gorgeous man.

He was wearing a dark blue button up with faint streaks of black, tucked into his perfect grey slacks. The pocket of his shirt had a silver bird embroidered on, with the first two buttons of his top undone to reveal his sculpted chest, where his checkered tie hung loosely around his collar.

“If you keep gawking at me like that, I think you might release some drool,” he smiled at you before he added “would you like me to do a spin?”

“I would, actually.” You swallowed at him, quickly glancing at the mirror to ensure you hadn’t actually drooled over him, though you wouldn’t be surprised. “I gotta make sure my package came fully intact.”

Zayne huffed out a small chuckle and very slowly did a little turn for you, his arms out stretched wide, allowing you to fully observe him. And yes, you most certainly made a point to take a glance at his cute little booty. “Enjoying what you see?” he added while completing his turn for you.

Once he faced you again — a smug little smile on his face — you closed the distance, your hands going to his sides as you engulfed your arms around him.

“Oh doctor…” you gazed up at him with a mischievous grin, “I am very much enjoying what I see.”

Zayne smiled down at you, gently squeezing your arms as he peeled you off him so he see you fully.

“My turn…Miss Hunter.” He held up one of your arms, slowly letting you turn like a princess as he took you in.

You had told Zayne ahead of time to find something navy so you could match. You had on a navy blue coquette mini dress, made of a knitted fabric, reaching about halfway up your thighs. Light grey lace aligned the neckline, framing your breasts in the most flattering way as a tiny matching bow adorned the center of the lace. Your hair, beautifully curled, was half up half down, showcasing a gorgeous pair of dangly bow earrings. You felt so pretty and only hoped Zayne thought the same.

After your cinderella style spin, you faced Zayne again and noticed his wide eyes, the tips of his ears turned a deep shade of pink.

“You…look…” he pulled you closer, tucking one of your face framing pieces behind your ear, “absolutely beautiful. How did I ever get so lucky with you?”

His words made you blush as you smiled up at him again. You could tell he wanted to kiss you, but wasn’t sure if he would mess up your makeup or not.

“Thank you, Zaynie” you beamed and grabbed the collar of his shirt to force his lips on yours, feeling grateful you hadn’t started your lip combo yet. He smiled against you, then melted into the kiss, pulling you flush against him with one arm while the other softly cradled your face.

Forget the club, I’d take him right here. You thought, turning the kiss deeper as your hands wound around his neck. Zayne’s hands started tracing up your spine, wanting to feel every inch of you he possibly could.

Just as you were about to slip your tongue in the mix, your phone went off, causing you to jump. Zayne broke away from the kiss, but pressed his forehead against yours.

“It’s probably Tara…” he breathed out, looking like he was having the same thoughts as you about skipping the club.

You took a deep breath against him, slowly nodding your head, “…yeah…yeah…I’ll get it.”

He softly kissed your forehead, then released you. You grabbed the phone off the counter and, sure enough, Tara was calling. Maybe her and Xavier had already left for the club.

“Hi Tara! Zayne and I are almost ready then we’ll head that way!” You watched as Zayne slightly raised his eyebrow at you, surely reacting to the way you dragged him into your late tendencies. Playfully rolling your eyes at him, you waited on the other end for Tara’s response.

“Hey Y/n…” Tara spoke softly in a remorseful tone. “I’m so sorry to do this, but Xavi and I are gonna have to cancel tonight. We had hotpot earlier before getting ready and it seems we both got food poisoning…it’s not looking good.”

Zayne looked at your upturned eyebrows with a puzzled expression, trying to piece together your conversation.

“Oh my gosh no worries!!” you recovered, doing your best to hide the twing of disappointment, “is there anything we can do for you guys? That sounds terrible.”

“No no it’s okay!” Tara rushed out, “Honestly you guys should still go! We feel terrible for canceling so late.”

“Okay, well please keep me updated…and I hope you feel better soon! Don’t worry about tonight.”

Tara sighed in relief over the phone, “Thanks so much Y/n…I’ll talk to you later.”

Hanging up the phone, you turned to Zayne, “Well it seems like food poisoning took out half our crew.” You tried not to sound too upset, but you were so looking forward to tonight.

“That’s unfortunate,” Zayne responded. His brows slightly furrowed as he watched you start to take off your earrings.

“What are you doing?” he questioned.

“I’m taking this off…we can just stay in tonight” you responded, not doing a very good job at hiding your disappointment.

“Now why would we do that? I happen to look very appeasing to the eye…according to a certain hunter.”

Your eyes widened at what he was insinuating. “You still want to go?? Just the two of us?”

“Of course.” He stepped closer to you, grabbing one of your hands and lightly kissing the top of it. “I believe I still owe you a dance…and I would very much like to show off my beautiful girlfriend tonight.”

You beamed at him. It was impossible to hide your excitement at his words. You practically leaped onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed his cheek. “Have I told you how much I love you, Zaynie?”

He smiled down at you, his arms snug around your waist, “Yes…but I think once more wouldn’t hurt.”

“I love you so so much,” you kissed him again right on his lips, “now give me 15 minutes…I’ll speed run this,”

“I love you, my beautiful jasmine.” He spoke, softly chuckling as he likely knew it would be another 30 minutes before you walked out the door.

~

When you and Zayne arrived at the club, you couldn’t help being overwhelmed. The sounds. The people. The smell of smoke and flash of lights causing your senses to be overstimulated. Scream & Shout by Will.i.am. and Britney Spears blaring through the speakers as people covered the dance floor.

Zayne noticed your hesitation and gave your hand a light squeeze for reassurance. You turned to him, eyes still wide from the scene, and smiled with a curt nod. He followed in suit and guided you through the wave of people towards the bar.

Luckily the club wasn’t at full capacity, leaving enough space to not feel claustrophobic next to the hoards of people dancing on each other; however, you were itching to get some alcohol in your system to calm your nerves. You tightly held onto Zayne’s hand to keep up with him. During your exhibition to the bar, you passed several couples in various booths making out with one another. Hopefully, you and Zayne could find a spot that was a little more secluded.

Finding an opening at the bartop, Zayne slid in to allow you a place up next to him. His arm tight around your waist, keeping you close to him as he spoke in your ear, “Any special requests, my lady?”

You smiled up at him and tried to speak loudly over the blaring music, “A vodka cranberry please, Zaynie!”

“With lime?” he added, instantly remembering your go to drink order.

You nodded enthusiastically as the bartender approached. Zayne ordered for you — getting himself a glass of soda water — as you tired to work some of your nerves before the alcohol could. You tapped your fingers on the counter and started moving your hips a little to the beat. As the bartender started on your drinks, Zayne hand tightened on your waist as he spoke in your ear again.

“I hope this doesn’t count as your one dance,” he teased.

“Hey, I said you owe me one dance. I can dance as much as I want tonight.”

Zayne laughed, the sound like velvet in your ears. Better than any music they could be playing right now.

“Of course, my love. Have as much fun as you want,” he smiled, lightly bumping his shoulder into yours.

“If you’re missing out, you could always join me. This hardly counts as any form of dancing,” you suggested, still swayin your hips side to side.

Zayne pondered for a second, deliberating if he should indulge in your antics, before he started to mimic your motions with his own body. And mimic is put very lightly. His large frame rocking side to side, certainly off beat with the music, but so enjoyable to watch.

“Like this?” he asked amidst his poor motions.

Your head titled back as you laughed hard at him, thoroughly amused by his questionable dance moves.

“Close, Zaynie,” you responded between giggles, “we’ll work on it” This must be his attempt to help calm your nerves. Always able to read you like an open book. Whatever it was, it certainly worked because next thing you knew, the bartender was back in front of you with your drinks. In the faint light, you could make out Zayne blushing in embarrassment at being caught, causing you to giggle even harder.

Zayne paid for your drinks and continued to guide you to the corner of the club, where a semi-secluded booth hid unoccupied. Quickly sliding in, your lips found the straw of your vodka cranberry. The bartender was certainly heavy handed. Your mouth flooded with the warmth of alcohol as the sweet taste of cranberry followed.

As you sipped on your vodka cran, Zayne slid in next to you, grabbing the lime off the rim of your glass to squeeze into your drink. “How is it, love?” he asked as he moved some of your hair over your shoulder to prevent it from getting in your drink.

“It’s so good!” you beamed at him, adding a little shimmy to show off your excitement. The alcohol quickly working its magic. “Honestly, you should have gotten just cranberry juice. It’s so sweet here!”

The corner of his lips tugged in a small smile at your enthusiasm. “Hmm, I’ll have to get that when I order your next drink.” He leaned an elbow on the table as his finger slipped into your drink, stirring it a few times, then taking the finger in his mouth.

Your eyes and mouth went wide at his movements. What the hell was he doing?

“Zayne! That has alcohol in it!!”

“I know…I will be okay with just a taste.” he smirked at you, “And besides, I had to make sure the cranberry juice was up to my sweetness standards.”

You squinted your eyes at him as you took another sip, and for some reason…it was surprisingly colder??

“Did you use your Evol on this?” you accused him with a loving tap on his thigh.

“Hmm…oops,” he squeezed your thigh right back, not looking sorry in the slightest.

It was halfway through your first drink when you thought to ask. “Zayne, have you ever been to a club like this before?”

He hummed at your question. “Not this specific one, no…but there was one time during my residency. It was for someone’s birthday, and I was…more or less…dragged there.”

“You at a club?? Why am I having such a hard time envisioning this?” you snickered, surprised at this bomb Zayne dropped on you.

He simply smirked as he looked away from you to the dance floor. “Well it certainly wasn’t as…entertaining as this,” he turned back to you, giving your thigh another soft squeeze, “and I didn’t have a beautiful Hunter by my side to protect me.”

You entangled one of your arms with his and slid closer to him. Taking your other hand, you made a gun with your thumb and two fingers and brought it up to your lips. “Don’t worry, I will protect my fragile Doctor,” you followed by blowing out a quick breath over your ‘make shift weapon’.

Zayne chuckled at you, “Of course…” he grabbed your finger gun, bringing it up to his mouth to place a light kiss on the tips of your finger, “but let’s see how effective your methods are after your next drink. Be right back, my love” With that, he kissed your lips, then slid out of the booth to get your second drink.

~

It was about halfway through your third vodka cranberry that you certainly started to feel it. The alcohol causing your eyes to haze over and cast a soft blur around the edges. Your shoulder starting to pop to the beat as each song played over the speakers. You wouldn’t call yourself a messy drunk, but you couldn’t resist the urge to dance any time more than a few drinks entered your system. Fixating on the flashing lights and endless people on the dance floor, you didn’t even realize Zayne was trying to get your attention until he gave your thigh a subtle squeeze.

“Huh?” you spoke, snapping out of your daze.

Zayne lightly chuckled at you, “I asked if you were having a good time, love?”

You smiled at him, then leaned your head on his shoulder and lightly squeezed his arm. “The best!” you chirped. The alcohol making you even more giddy than normal. “Are you having fun, Zaynie?”

“I always have fun as long as i’m with you.” He replied, leaning more into you to plant a kiss on your forehead.

You scrunched your nose at him. It was a good thing your cheeks were already flushed from the drinks or Zayne would see how hard you were blushing over him. The urge to lunge all over your beautiful man was certainly a strong factor in the back of your mind. No doubt a symptom of the alcohol, but you couldn’t think to care much about that now. You took the hand not entwined with his to bring the side of his head closer, leaving several kisses on his cheek.

(play On the Floor by JLO and Pitbull THANK YOU OFF CAMPUS FOR REMINDING ME OF THIS SONG)

As the current song ended, switching to a new one, you suddenly burst up in your seat.

“Oh my god I LOVE this song!!” you shouted, bouncing eagerly.

“Is this the song?” Zayne asked, noting your sudden burst of enthusiasm.

You took a second to think before nodding vehemently. Zayne slid out of the booth and faced you with his hand out.

“Then, my love, may I have this dance?”

You smiled up at him before you grabbed his hand to let him lead you to the dance floor.

As Zayne guided you, you were already bursting with excitement behind him. Your eyes caught note of the multitude of people dancing on each other. Zayne turned back to make sure you were still with him and lightly squeezed your hand.

Redirecting your focus, your mouth watered at the sight of him under all the colorful lights. God he was so hot. His sleeves were pushed up to reveal his delicious forearms. His hair slightly disheveled from all the activity in the club. The way his eyes shone under the light. You were like a tiger waiting to pounce looking at him.

He brought you to the center of the dance floor, where a small clearing had let up. Facing him, you could see he looked a little anxious now that he was out here.

You took both of his hands and placed them on your hips. Your arms circled around his neck as you yanked him closer to you, watching his eyes widen at the sudden movement.

“Just follow my lead, and keep up with my hips” you directed with a proud smirk. He smiled back at you and nodded.

You started to sway your hips to the beat. His hands still tight around you as he kept up with your movement. You noticed his eyes. How they were directed on the way your hips swayed, trying his best to keep up with you.

Dragging him flush against you, you whispered in his ear, “Eyes on me, Zaynie. Feel me.”

His eyes focused in on you, feeling your movements just as you directed, he slowly started to catch on.

The way he was looking at you was doing something sinister to your body. It felt like you were on fire where his hands held you and you couldn’t help but wanting to feel him more.

Your hands slid from around his neck down his chest, letting your palms fill up with his pecs, a couple of your fingers sliding into his shirt where the buttons were undone.

His hands squeezed tighter around your hips as he leaned up to your ear. “What happened to eyes on me, sweetheart?” Dear God. His voice sounded like butter in your ears. You wanted more of him. The movement of your body. The alcohol in your system. All of it was feeding your hunger for him.

Your eager hands slid out of his shirt and you purred back at him, “My apologies , Dr. Zayne…it’s hard to keep my eyes up here when you are just so tempting.” Moving your hands down his sides, your body matched in suit as you swayed your hips, lowering yourself in front of him, while you kept your seductive eyes locked with his. You could feel his hands tightening on your body. Making your way back up, you wound your hands back around his neck and whispered in his ear, “I’ll do better next time…”

His body went stiff for just a second, before melting back into the moment, doing his best to hold onto control. “Behave…” he purred and you felt your knees go slightly weak at his command. You didn’t want to behave. You wanted Zayne.

“Hmmm…I don’t think I want to” you teased, “but you could certainly make me.”

“Why do you always insist on provoking me when you know I’m unable to do anything?” he spoke sternly in your ear, his hand moving up your spine.

You felt heat pool in your stomach at his voice, feeling braver, you held on tighter and replied, “Maybe because I want you to take me into that bathroom and show me what it means to behave.” Without even letting him respond, you quickly turned around, your back flush against his chest as you swayed your hips again to the beat of the music.

Your back was Zayne’s weakness and you knew that very well. You pushed yourself more into his chest, letting every inch of his body touch yours.

His head dropped on your shoulder as he inhaled you deeply, “Keep it up, my love, and we can certainly end tonight earlier than expected.”

You smiled, fully aware of the effect you had on him. “I wouldn’t mind that.” Taking one of your hands, you reached for his head, bringing it closer to your neck. He left soft kisses in the crevice of your neck and collarbone. Your other hand reached for his on your waist, slowly guiding it up your body to rest high on your stomach. You could feel the sudden hardness of him pressing on your backside, causing you to move your waist with more pressure against him.

He sucked in a sharp breath, spinning you back around to face him. Grabbing your waist tight, he pulled you flush against his chest. “You are drunk…my little minx.”

He wasn’t completely wrong. You were definitely more than tipsy, but still a little ways from drunk. For sure coherent enough to know you wanted him. Any way. Every way. You weren’t sure, but you knew you needed him in that moment.

Your hand reached around to grasp the nape of his neck as you whispered in his ear, “then sober me up…Doctor,” following it with a kiss just below his ear.

He tried to tighten around you again, but you were just too quick. You pushed off of him, letting your hands trace against his chest as you circled him like he was your prey. His head dropped a little as he chuckled to himself. When you reached behind him, your fingers traced lightly on the top of his shoulder, making its way to the back of his neck, and following to his other shoulder. When you finished your little circle around him, you held your hand out for him. “Shall we leave now, Zaynie?”

The song was ending anyways, and you so desperately wanted to be alone with him. To ravage him completely. Zayne grabbed your hand, but yanked you back to him. “Yes…but we are getting you water first,” he smirked, then took your face between his palms to plant a kiss on your lips.

Zayne led you back to the bartop, where he had you stay as he went down to the water pitcher sitting at the edge. Yes, water was good. After all the dancing, and just being so close to Zayne, you felt like you were burning up. You pulled out your phone as you waited for him, hips still swaying slowly to the music.

While waiting for Zayne to return, you suddenly felt a larger presence next to you. It’s a bar after all, so surely someone else just ordering a drink. It wasn’t until you felt like someone was looking at you before you turned.

It was a larger man — more burly than Zayne was— with longer, curly, dark brown hair. He had a somewhat friendly smile on his face as he held two drinks in his hands.

“You looked like you could use a drink,” the man spoke, sliding one of the drinks in your direction.

Confusion struck your face as you looked at the drink and then back at him. “Oh, sorry…” you spoke, “I don’t take drinks from strangers, but thank you tho!” You tried to keep your composure light, not quite sure if the man would be nice to rejection.

“Well, my name’s Stanley,” he proceeded by sticking his hand out to shake, “now we aren’t strangers, are we?” The way he looked at you was so different from Zayne, not gentle, but more dark, harsher.

You decided it best to be cordial, slightly more worried this ‘Stanley’ wouldn’t take no for an answer. You didn’t have to actually drink it. Reaching your hand to shake his, you replied “I guess not…thanks Stanley.”

The man smirked and slid even closer as you grabbed the drink, causing you to look around anxiously for Zayne.

“So…whats a pretty girl like you doing here by yourself”

Looking slightly uncomfortable, you rushed out, “Oh no I’m here with my boyfriend,” your eyes connected with the water pitcher, not seeing Zayne, “he…just went to get me water…”

The man turned around to the water pitcher, also not seeing anyone, then turned back chuckling. “Well if thats the case…” he was much closer to you now as he looked down at your lips, then back to you, “then how come he left you alone, hm?”

You went to defend yourself, when you suddenly felt an arm wrap around your waist, causing you to jump. “Here’s your water, my love.” It was Zayne. His face was soft when he looked at you, but hardened as he faced the man beside you.

Zayne was much taller than Stanley, causing him to look up slightly to match Zayne’s eyes. “Do we know you?” Zayne asked incredulously.

The man instantly straightened up, his arms sliding off the bar to rest at his sides. “Uh…no, my bad man…” Stanley spoke, raising his hands up in an innocent manner, as he turned around to walk away.

Zayne suddenly called out to him, “Don’t forget your drink.” His hand hovered over the rim of the glass as he slid it closer to the man on the bartop.

Stanley kept his eyes on Zayne, “Thanks…” he murmured, grabbing the drink from his hand to turn away from you.

Zayne simply nodded at him, then pulled you even closer into his side, “Are you ready to go, love?” You noticed the slight tug of the corner of his lips. What was he smirking at?

“Yes, please,” you pleaded. He outstretched his arm, waiting for you to interlock yours, as he started making his way across the club to the exit.

While walking away from the bartop, you turned your head back to the man who came up to you. His hand was still around his glass and as he brought it up his lips, you noticed the drink inside was completely frozen, pretty much a popsicle inside the glass. You watched as the man’s eyes bugged out of his head when the giant ice cube drink fell out of the glass on his face.

“Zayne, please don’t tell me you just froze that man’s drink..” you said through your laughter.

His smirk grew a few more inches, “A slight miscalculation on my part…I was aiming for a slushy.”

Though his face looked playful, you couldn’t help but notice the small furrow in his brow and clench of his jaw. Was Zayne angry? The thought made you smile a little, the warmth in your body began to spread to your lower stomach. He was so hot when he got mad. You couldn’t stop your mind from thinking, ‘What if I pushed him a little bit more?’

~

By the time you got to the car, it was raining. It was a thirty minute drive back to your apartment, but you couldn’t get the thought of Zayne out of your head. You wanted to provoke him. To push him just a tad bit more, where he’ll release control. You hadn’t seen that side of Zayne in so long. Prolly since your first time when he was drunk and yanked you to him, crushing your face against his. The way he moved. How he manhandled you by hoisting your body in his arms to bring to bed. Desperate to get his hands on you.

The thought made your legs squeeze together in the passenger seat. You had already provoked him enough on the dance floor, but you wanted more of that. That dominant side of him.

Zayne was relatively quiet driving you home. His hands on ten and two, gripping the steering wheel with a little more force than necessary. He wasn’t mad at you. Never. But you could tell the incident with that man had bothered him, even though he was trying not to show it.

You leaned over the center console to lightly brush your hand up his arm. “Zaynie…did you have a good time?” you asked, doe eyes on full display as you looked up at him.

The corner of his lip tugged up into a small smirk, “Yes, my love. I had a good time…did you have a good time?”

“I did…” you trailed off, sliding your hand a little up his shoulder, “did I ever tell you how…hot you looked tonight?”

“You did…several times in fact.” His smirk grew a few more inches. Surely he knew where you were going with this.

“You know…it was quite the turn on.”

“Mmm is that so?” he questioned.

You hummed in response, slowly moving your hand down his side and to the front of his body.

“I think it’s just hard to keep my hands to myself when I have such an appealing doctor by my side.”

The use of his doctor title again caused him to breathe out a soft laugh. Yeah, he definitely knew what you were doing.

His hands tightened a little more on the steering wheel, you grinned knowing his restraint for you was wearing thin.

“Are you always this persistent when you’re drunk?” he glanced at you from the driver seat before fixing his gaze on the road.

“I’m not drunk…” you replied, continuing your stroking movements up and down his stomach, “just…a little needy.” You followed with a kiss on his shoulder.

“I can see that, my little minx. And you are most certainly tempting, but I’m afraid you will have to be patient.”

Letting out a soft whine, your hand slid further down, just below his belt, to feel the half hard mass confined in his slacks.

“And if I don’t want to be patient?” you asked, rubbing his pelvis with more pressure.

Zayne sucked in a short breath. “My love…I am driving.”

“You can still drive, though, right?” you purred.

He was growing harder in your hand, when he sighed impatiently. It was working. He quickly grabbed your mischievous hand, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it gently.

Regaining his control, he commanded, “Behave…and let me get you home safe, please.” He brought your interlocked hands down to rest on the center console, rubbing the back of your hand softly with his thumb.

You pouted back in the passenger seat, unhappy with his demand. You were so close. Just a little more to make his restraint snap. You glanced down at his pants, seeing the large outline of his cock that was growing harder. He could take you in this car for all you cared. The sight of him was turning you on so much. Your legs squeezed tighter together when the thought came to mind.

If he won’t let me touch him, then i’ll just have to touch myself.

(play Love Is a Bitch by Two Feet RAHHHH)

You slid lower in your seat as you released Zayne’s hand. He didn’t think much of your motions, until your hand started to make its way down your body, to the inside of your thigh. His eyes went wide as he watched you trace up your dress, right between your thighs.

“W-what do you think you’re doing?” he stuttered. His hand gripping the steering wheel tight again.

“I’m satisfying myself…” you replied, pulling your panties to the side. You were already slightly wet from the way you teased him earlier, “I told you I didn’t want to be patient.”

Your fingers traced the outside of your slit. The thought of Zayne watching you like this turned you on even more. Your fingers found your clit, rubbing light circles across the bud. The contact making your head fall back on the seat.

“My love, you cannot be serious.”

You picked up the pace of your fingers ever so slightly, “Mmmm Zaynie…I don’t think I can be any more serious than this.” Turning your head to look at him in that moment was probably the best idea you ever had. His pupils were blown. The veins in his forearms popped out from his tight grip on the wheel. The clench in his jaw from gritting his teeth together.

He didn’t stop you. He let you keep going. His eyes shifting from the road to you in his passenger seat, pleasuring yourself like this in front of him.

It almost looked like he was furious. There was a storm behind his eyes that you could barely make out in the dim light of the car. He wanted to get his hands on you, but needed to get you home safe more.

Your soft moans filled the car and you noticed the sudden drop in temperature, though Zayne hadn’t moved a muscle. Sliding two fingers down further, you collected the slick leaking out of you to spread over your pussy.

“Mmmm, Zayneee,” you whined as you pushed a finger inside of you. It wasn’t enough. The stretch nowhere near comparable as when Zayne touches you. You tried hooking your finger up to find your sweet spot, but you just couldn’t reach it.

“You can’t find it can you?” Zayne spoke with a hint of pity. “Maybe if you weren’t acting like such a brat, I would be more inclined to help you.”

Okay so thats how you wanna play it? You thought, feeling frustrated you couldn’t make yourself feel as good as Zayne did. Your other hand reached to find your clit. The added pressure causing you to slide down more in your seat, where the adjusted angle made your fingers hit just right.

“Fuck,” you cursed as your moans started to grow heavier. Your body felt like it was on fire, though it was ice cold in the car. The coil in your belly started to pull as you kept up your ministrations.

Zayne was speechless. What could he even say in this moment? Your eyes locked on him, letting him watch the way your face morphed in pleasure. You were going to cum. And all he could do was watch.

“I-i’m close, Zayne…it…it feels so good” your moans grew louder, just a few more strokes before you came all over his passenger seat.

The pressure in your stomach was heavy, desperate for release. Just when you were about to cum, your body jerked forward as Zayne hit the breaks.

Your eyes went wide when he pulled the car over. Oh my god was he gonna fuck you on the side of the road??

He let out a loud exhale as he yanked his tie from around his neck.

“I think you’ve had your fun, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Wh-what are you-“

“Don’t act surprised now,” Zayne cut you off, “this was your intention all along.” He took the tie that was once secured around his collar and looped it around your hands, rendering you immobile.

“You got my attention, my love, but it’s time you learned how to behave.” He tightened his tie around your wrists. Not tight enough to hurt, but enough to where you couldn’t escape — not that you’d want to when you have him like this.

He leaned back into the driver seat, switching the gear back to drive. “Now…I suggest you keep that tie in place, if you expect me to touch you at all tonight.”

He can’t be serious, can he? But he didn’t start moving the car until you answered him, “Do you understand?”

You nodded your head at him, but that wasn’t enough. He wanted your vocal response.

“Yes Zayne, I understand” you mumbled.

“Good girl.”

Satisfied with your compliance, he made a U-turn with the car, going the opposite direction from your apartment.

“Wh-where are we going?”

“My house. It’s closer…” he moved one of his hands off the steering wheel to grip your thigh as the car sped up, “and I would very much like to not get complaints from your neighbors after i’m done with you.”

Dear god what was he about to do to you? The thought made you squeeze your thighs together. You wanted to provoke him and you most certainly did. Whatever he was about to do, you were definitely looking forward to it.

~

Zayne reached his home in under 10 mins. You didn’t even bother to check how fast he was going because you were too preoccupied with your own thoughts. What exactly did he have planned for you at home? Your hands were still bound together, following his orders as best you could. But Zayne was quiet. Too quiet. All you could hear was the rain drops hitting outside the car. The constant motion of the windshield wipers and the impatient tapping of Zayne’s finger on the steering wheel.

Yep. You definitely did it this time.

Zayne put the car in park. His movements fast and sharp as he unbuckled his seatbelt and removed the keys. “Don’t move.” he demanded, instantly halting your motion to unbuckle yourself.

He slid out of the seat, slamming the door behind him to stalk over to your side. He was too quick. You couldn’t keep up when he yanked your door open, unbuckled you, then snatched you out of the seat, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Zayne!!” you yelped, but couldn’t move an inch with his tight grasp on you.

The rain felt cold on your skin, but only for a moment. In a matter of seconds, Zayne rushed inside, closing the door behind him with you still over his shoulder.

You writhed in his arms to try to get down. “Zayne! What are you doing?! Let me-“

“Hush.” he cut you off, pulling your booties off and leaving them with his shoes at the door, “This is what you wanted, so allow me to grant you your wish.”

(play Angel by Massive Attack here —MY PANTIES THEYRE SOAKED )

You went silent as he carried you to his bedroom. Once inside, he set you down on the floor in front of him. The contact causing your knees to buckle and fall to the floor. Zayne’s hand reached for your chin, guiding you to look up at him.

“Do you have any idea how careless your little stunt was? What could’ve happened if I was any more distracted?”

You stayed silent and pursed your lips into a small pout. His thumb traced your lower lip and you opened your mouth to take him in.

He inhaled deeply as your plump lips wrapped around his thumb, sucking him deeper into your mouth. You looked up at him with your eyes wide. Needy as ever.

“Is this what you call an apology?” he spoke in a low voice as he pushed his thumb deeper onto your tongue.

You nodded at him, eyes still locked on his, causing him to click his tongue on the roof of his mouth. A small “tsk” sound leaving his lips.

He removed his thumb from your mouth and you let out a small whine in defiance. One that was quickly silenced when you watched his hands move to his belt, slowly undoing the clasp.

You swallowed at the sight of him. His large hands undoing the button of his slacks. The sound of his zipper coming undone caused you to sit up straighter on your knees. Your hands still tied in front of you.

Your eyes went wide as he yanked his hard cock out of his briefs. The tip flushed a deep red as a drop of precum beaded at the top.

He took one of his hands to wrap around him, stroking his cock as he brought it up to your lips. You licked your lips at the sight of it. His other hand grabbed your jaw, bringing you closer to him.

“Since you wanted to touch me so badly…go on…open your mouth for me.”

Obeying instantly, and wanting nothing more than to feel him on your tongue, you opened your mouth wider. He guided the head of his dick to your tongue, lightly tapping it before your mouth enclosed around him.

The second your lips made contact around his dick he dropped his head down at the sight of you. His thumb traced lightly on your cheek as he held your jaw open for him.

God. The way he filled your mouth made you so eager to please him. You hollowed your cheeks around him and started to slowly bob your head up and down his cock.

“Yes…” he whispered, “just like that…be a good girl for me.”

You wanted to. You so desperately wanted to. His praise shot straight between your legs, but the back of your mind was telling you to tease him just a little more.

As he started to rock his hips more into the warmth of your mouth, you pulled off of him. Flashing him a smug grin when his brows furrowed at your defiance. You kissed the tip of his head, just where the slit was still leaking with precum. You flattened your tongue and slowly dragged it up the length of him, flicking your tongue up just as it reached the ridge of his head.

Zayne sucked in a short breath. His hand moved to lace his fingers through your hair. Just a little more.

Your head lowered slightly to where his balls hung. Full. Tight. Desperate for release just like you were. Taking one into your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks again and sucked, then released with a loud ‘pop.’

“D-dammit Y/n, stop…stop teasing me.”

The sound of him cursing at you made your legs squeeze together, but you didn’t give in. You continued your motions on his other ball, then took your tongue and traced back up his length.

He clicked his tongue again as his hand tightened in your hair, forcing your mouth off of him.

“You forget you are in no position to defy me right now.” He took his other hand around your jaw and forced your head to face him, not even giving you the chance to fully close your mouth.

“You will take what I give you…is that understood?”

You shyly nodded up at him and watched as he lowered himself in front of you, just a few inches from your lips.

“Everything…I give you…” he whispered

You thought he was going to kiss you from how close he was, but he never closed the distance. Instead, he raised your head higher and spit into your mouth, then followed it with a kiss. It was messy. Deep with his desire to claim you. His desire to make you behave.

When his mouth left yours, you swallowed, feeling his saliva make its way down your throat.

“If I remove this tie, are you going to behave, my beautiful girl?” he mused, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip.

“Y-yes…I’ll behave,” you whispered in response.

“Good…” Zayne lowered himself to remove the tie still wrapped around your wrists, “now get on the bed. I’ll give you what you want.”

You nodded your head, your legs wobbling slightly as you tried to get up and make your way to the bed. Zayne just watched you. His hands slowly working the buttons of his shirt while he followed behind you.

Reaching the bed, you sat nervously at the edge and watched him remove his shirt and slacks. He towered over you now, taking his hand to lighly brush your hair over your shoulder.

“It’s funny really…” he continued moving the straps of your dress down, “how obedient you can be when I have you like this.”

“Tell me, my love.” he grabbed your chin again, guiding you to look up at him, “What is it that you want?”

Lord this man was going to end you tonight. You tried to regain your confidence, not making your voice sound small, but it was hard under his intensifying gaze.

“I want you…Zayne.”

He smirked at you, ever so smug, as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “And what exactly do you want from me, hmm?”

The sound of his voice caused goosebumps to light across your body. Every nerve fully attuned to him. His voice. His touch. It was hard to speak up like this. The way he commanded over you. All you could do was let out a small whine.

“Zayneee”

“Use your words, sweet girl, or you may never get what you truly desire,” his lips in your ear followed to leave light kisses along the side of your neck.

“I want you to touch me Zayne…please…I wanna feel you.”

Zayne hummed over the hollow of your neck. His nose slid up to your jaw, followed by soft kisses across your jawline.

“Is..” kiss, “this…” kiss. “what you want?” He kissed harder under your jaw, sucking your skin with more force as you whined under him.

“Mhm..” was all you could get out, too overwhelmed by his presence.

His kisses trailed up your face, finally making contact on your lips. It was hungry. The type of hunger driven by pure need. Like he was ready to devote himself to you. The way he invaded your mouth, forcing you to submit to him. You couldn’t do anything but comply.

(play living room flow (Bonus) by Jhené Aiko here)

His hands gripped the sides of your face, leaving you no room to escape. No room to breathe. The only thing you could do was feel him. A small moan left your mouth as the kiss deepened further. Your tongues tangling each other, pushing and pulling for control. Zayne’s restraint was gone. Probably left at the door along with your shoes. He needed to feel every inch of you. To pleasure you the way you’ve begged him to all night.

His eager hands roamed your body. He didn’t even bother to break the kiss while he helped you slide out of your dress, taking your soaked panties with them. Your body now bare and fully exposed to him.

He finally broke the kiss once you were completely nude. The way his eyes widened. Like he couldn’t believe someone so beautiful was all for him.

“There are no words to describe how lucky I am that you’re mine,” he spoke with clear conviction.

You smiled at him then scooted back more on the bed, allowing him room to get on. His cock bobbed slightly at the sight of you laid out for him. Ready and waiting.

“Such a needy little thing…” he trailed off, stalking over you as he climbed on the bed, “provoking me like that on the dance floor…”

His hand reached for your jaw, forcing your head to the side where he began trailing kisses up your neck. Reaching your ear he continued in a hushed whisper, “…in the car…”

You started to grow needier, unable to resist snaking your arm down to grasp his hard cock, slowly stroking him up and down.

He let out a short exhale in disapproval and gently grabbed both of your hands, raising them over your head, locked under the strong grasp of his hand. “This was your plan all along, hm?”

Without even waiting for a response, his mouth found yours again. Your lips instantly became in sync with his, letting him take every ounce of you. Another soft whine left you, desire and greed overcoming your body as you bit his bottom lip, a little harder than you intended.

Your bite made him pull off of you, taking his thumb to wipe at the drop of blood left on his lip. His brows furrowed slightly, “Even now…” he growled, moving his free hand to rest around your throat. Never applying pressure. He didn’t need to. But the message was loud and clear.

His head tilted as he looked down at you. “Is this what you want?” The grip on your neck tightened ever so slightly. “For me to lose my patience with you?”

You couldn’t respond. How could you when his presence was so commanding? The way he looked at you. Not with lust, but with desire, and hidden behind his dark eyes…a touch of possessiveness.

“Nothing to say?” he prodded, but still you were speechless. A dark chuckle left his lips, his thumb around your throat moved to your jaw, pushing your head to the side. Zayne started kissing your neck, deep pressure on the surface as he sucked your skin. Marking you. Claiming you as his.

“Don’t worry…” he spoke between kisses on your collarbone, “your body…” a kiss on your sternum, “will tell me…” a kiss between your breasts. He locked eyes on you as he whispered over your nipple, “everything I need to know.”

With that, his lips closed around your nipple, sucking your sensitive bud deep into his mouth. God, the sensation. The way his warm tongue lavished your peak like it was the first meal he had all week. His hand reached for your other breast, gently flicking and twisting in time with his tongue.

“Yess Zayne, more…touch me more” you pleaded, the breath barely escaping you.

His eyes still locked on yours. Your hands still locked under him. All of it was maddening. You could feel how wet you were when you squeezed your thighs together.

Zayne noticed the way you squirmed under him. How your hips moved in attempt to satisfy the ache between your legs. He moved his hand from your breast, slowly sliding it down your stomach to meet your soaked pussy.

A gasp left your lips as his fingers rubbed up and down your slit, finally meeting where you needed him most.

“Fuck yes, just…just like that.”

He released your nipple from his mouth with a loud ‘pop.’ He needed to watch your face when he inserted his fingers into you. Your jaw went slack as he pushed in, instantly hitting your g-spot with the tip of his fingers.

This was exactly what you were missing in the car. The realization flashing over you that only he can make you feel this way. Your body trained to respond to him and him alone.

“Was this…” his fingers hooked up into the perfect spot, “what you were trying to find earlier, my love?”

Your head fell back on the bed. Pleasure blooming in your core, tightening in your stomach.

“Oh yes…yes r-right there” you moaned, gripping the sheets above your head tight.

“Then allow me to assist you”

His fingers picked up. His thumb adding further stimulation to your throbbing clit. With his mouth back on your nipple, your moans grew louder. You didn’t get to cum earlier, which made you even more sensitive to his touch.

“Zayne I- i’m close…please”

Like you had to tell him. Just as your body was trained to him, he was trained to you. He could probably tell how close you were from your breathing alone, or the way your walls began to tighten around his fingers.

All it would take was maybe 5 more seconds before you came, but he didn’t let you. His fingers quickly pulled out of you, not allowing you to finish.

“What-“ you whined, “no, Zayne, why did you stop?!”

“I know, my perfect girl,” Zayne groaned back, lifting off of you now. What was he doing?

“Normally, I would take my time with you,” he moved his hands to your waist. One second you’re facing the ceiling and the next, he had flipped you on your stomach. He lifted your ass up in the air, forcing you to hold yourself up on your knees, “but tonight…it seems your impatience has rubbed off on me.”

His thumbs rubbed small circles on your lower back. He leaned down, leaving small kisses up your spine as he reached the top of your shoulder.

“You are so beautiful, my sweet jasmine.”

You couldn’t even respond with the pleasure you were feeling. His kisses up your back felt heavenly, especially with how your body was teetering the edge of release for too long. All of your sensations solely focused on him.

(play House of Balloons/ Glass Table Girls by The Weekend YOU KNOW THE VIBES MEOWWW )

His kisses deepened on your shoulder blade, sucking your skin into his mouth to mark you.

“Do you know what I wished for when I saw that man speaking to you like that at the bar?” Zayne whispered after leaving another mark up your shoulder.

You knew that had bothered him, but the way he was lavishing your body with his mouth caused you to only stutter out a small, “N-no,” and lightly shake your head.

A dark chuckle left his lips as his grip around your waist tightened. His kisses reached the base of your neck, right below your ear. “I wished I could take you into that bathroom and claim every inch of your body.”

He kissed right under your ear as he continued, “When it comes to you…” Zayne lightly bit the tip of your ear, “ I often surprise myself with just how possessive I can be.”

“Z-Zayne,” you murmured, but he didn’t respond. He continued his trail of kisses down towards the nape of your neck.

“How I wish I could tell everyone…” his mouth reached the other side of your neck, right in the junction connecting to your shoulder, and bit you, following it with a kiss on the mark, “that you belong to me.”

His hands tightened around your waist as he yanked your ass closer to him, causing you to yelp. You could feel his cock between your cheeks, but still he wouldn’t put it in. This was driving you insane. Whining desperately for him, you moved your ass more on his dick and a sharp inhale came from Zayne’s mouth.

One of his hands trailed from the base of your spine up your back, applying slight pressure to make your body arch like a cat. “I am the only one who can make you feel like this,” Zayne continued and before he could even finish his sentence, he pushed his cock inside you, instantly burying himself into your deepest parts.

Dear god the stretch of him. He didn’t even allow you time to adjust to him before he started to rock into you, stretching you open just for him.

“Oh-Oh my god Zayne,” you moaned, completely overwhelmed by the feeling.

“You take me so well my perfect girl.”

Zayne was feeling just as overwhelmed as you were. His fingertips dug into your skin as he drove into you. He leaned down to kiss your back some more, causing his cock to reach even deeper inside of you.

He kept a steady pace. Long, deep strokes into you as one of his hands reached up to interlock with yours, switching your tight grip from the bed sheets to him.

The way your walls tightened around him every time he pushed deep inside you. Like you never wanted him to leave.

Your moans filled the bedroom, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes. You moved the hand not gripping Zayne’s to your lower stomach, doing your best to ease the pressure.

“Fuck baby, its- it’s too much, I can’t-“ You tried to pull yourself away from his relentless pounding, but his grip on you wouldn’t let you escape.

“Yes, you can.” Zayne whispered, following with another kiss on the side of your neck. He moved off your body and grabbed the pillow by your head. “Let me help you, my love,” he took your hand out from under you, replacing it with the pillow, propped up perfectly for him. His hands found your arms, twisting them to rest behind your back.

“Look at you…such a good girl for me,” he praised while pushing back into you. His words went straight to your pussy and Zayne noticed the way you instantly tightened around him.

“As much as you like to provoke me,” he gritted out, picking up his pace into you, “Your body always knows how to behave for me.”

“Oh G-God, you’re so… so deep Zaynie.”

“I know…” he gripped your ass tighter, spreading you open. “Feel this…and remember what i’m giving you.”

The way his dick was bullying your g-spot was making you drool. You had to bite the pillow just to keep any ounce of your composure.

His hand moved to the nape of your neck, moving your head to rest your cheek on the pillow. “Don’t hide from me, my love. Let me hear your voice.”

The coil in your belly tightened again, so close to release you could almost taste it, but you were hesitant to tell Zayne. You needed to cum, but would he actually let you this time? He noticed how you began rocking your hips, meeting his thrusts halfway to get yourself off. However, you could never hide. Not from him. Not when he knows your body like the back of his hand.

“Sneaky girl,” he clicked his tongue and pulled out of you.

“Zayne please!! Please let me cum…I-I’ve been good!” You begged, so frustrated that this is the third time he has edged you tonight.

“I know baby, I know,” he soothed. Without missing a beat, his hands found your waist, flipping you in one motion on your back. He grabbed one of your legs and hoisted it over his shoulder before teasing your slit with his cock.

“But you can hold it a little longer, hm? It will feel so much better when we cum together.” He slid back fully into you, a gasp leaving your mouth and your brows began to furrow.

“I can’t, Zayne, p-please-“

“Shhh…” he leaned down, folding you in half with your leg over him, “I know you can, my love. Just a little longer.”

His mouth met yours, swallowing the sounds of your moans with deep kisses. The sensation. God, the sensation of it all. Your leg burned from him pushing it further in your chest. The way his dick carved into you. Deep thrusts causing his balls to slap against your ass. How you couldn’t breathe with Zayne invading your mouth. It felt like you were going insane. Like he was rewiring every nerve in your body.

Your nails dug into his shoulder blades, marking him just as he’s been marking you all night. Even now, his mouth had made its way to your shoulder, leaving bites along your shoulder blade as his pleasure also became unbearable.

“You feel…God, you feel so incredible,” Zayne moans in your ear and the sound of it is so heavenly.

Within seconds you’re close again. How the hell were you supposed to hold it when it feels so fucking good? You were about to start begging Zayne to let you cum when you felt his hips stutter. His thrusts loosing their steady rhythm as he grew close to release.

“Zayne…Zayne,” you chanted in his ear, “I love you so much.”

“I-I love you, my perfect girl.” He kissed you before lifting off of you to find your clit. His thumb rubbing tight circles in sync with his thrusts made your walls tight like a vice around him.

“I need you to cum for me now,” Zayne begged, his head thrown back to hold off from spilling inside you. He can’t cum before you, not when he’s been holding off on you all night. “Let me feel you…please.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, your body obeyed instantly. Pleasure erupted from your core, so powerful you could feel it throughout your entire body. “Oh f-fuck baby…i’m cu- i’m cumming!”

You could barely get the words out. Your entire body felt inside out. Zayne fucked you through your orgasm, slowly pumping into you as your walls squeezed rhythmically around him.

“That’s it,” he moaned, releasing your leg and falling back onto you, “that’s my good girl.”

“Cum Zayne…please cum inside me.”

The way you pleaded his name. The feeling of your pussy squeezing around him. All of it became too much for Zayne. He pushed into you two more times, before he whined in your ear. His cock pulsed inside of you as he reached your deepest point, finally spilling ropes and ropes of his hot cum.

You both laid there panting, trying to regain stability through each other. Zayne’s head turned to kiss your cheek, his hand moved to the other side as he wiped at a stray tear falling down your face.

“Are you okay, my love?” he breathed out and followed with another kiss to your cheek.

You turned your head to face him, “I think my body left the earth.”

He stared at you for a second, eyes wide, before he burst into a small, breathless chuckle. One that you matched with your own set of giggles. His hand on your cheek pulled you closer to him, planting a kiss on your lips. It was so soft —nothing like the kisses he gave you earlier— but so gentle at the same time. Like you were his most delicate flower.

“Are you okay, Zaynie?”

A small hum left his mouth. The corners tugged up into a little devious smirk. “I think my body also left earth to go find yours.”

You laughed a little harder and smacked at his back. His eyes directed down at your shoulder littered with bite marks and hickeys, making his brows upturn in worry.

“I-I’m sorry, Y/n,” he hesitated, guilt morphing his features, “I think I got a little carried away.”

You redirected his face to look back at you, “It’s okay, Zayne. That was…that was amazing…truly.”

He kissed over the marks on your shoulder and you knew he still felt guilty from his actions.

“If i’m being honest,” you started, causing Zayne to lock eyes with you again, “I think I really like when you’re possessive.”

His hand went up to his face, two fingers pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed, “I was afraid this would happen”

“And here I thought you’d be worried at how you just fedex shipped my body to the afterlife,” you shot back, giving your nose a slight scrunch.

“Well…two things can certainly be true at once,” he took his finger and booped the tip of your nose, “but we both know how you like to be a troublemaker.”

Lucky for him, he just fucked the troublemaker right out of you…for now at least.

“I think i’m feeling merciful tonight, but we’ll see what next time brings,” you followed with a light kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Mhmm, I look forward to it,” he smiled. His cock had started to soften inside you. When he finally pulled out to clean you up, your mind went to his confession earlier.

Zayne returned to the bedroom moments later, warm cloth in hand, as he spread your legs to wipe away the mess he made of you.

Feeling shy, you tried to redirect your focus to him. “Zaynie…”

“Yes, my love?” He kept up the soft wiping motions as he waited for your response.

“Did that guy at the club really bother you?”

He paused for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly as he recalled the night.

“A little more than I thought it would, yes,” he continued, “to be honest, I was more upset with myself for leaving you in that position. When I saw the way he was looking at you…” his eyes closed for a second, tension struck his features. “You are too special to me to have anyone objectify you like that.”

Your heart burst for him. Your sweet sweet Zaynie. The way he cared for you. How he treated you with so much love. So much devotion. Your arms reached out for him to fall back into your embrace. Tossing the cloth on the nightstand, Zayne let you pull him flush against you.

“I’m sorry I left you, my jasmine,” he whispered, and you could hear the remorse in his voice.

“You don’t have to apologize Zayne,” you squeezed your arms tighter around him and planted a kiss on his cheek, “you’re the only one for me.”

A little smirk adorned your face as you recalled his words earlier, “I belong to you, remember?”

He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and groaned, “Mmm like I said, a little carried away.”

You breathed out a small chuckle, nuzzling his head right back, “No, I liked it Zaynie. Actually you can be more possessive if you want.”

“My love, if I was any more possessive…you’d never leave my bed.”

“That doesn’t sound like the worst idea,” you hummed.

He moved his head up to plant a kiss on your forehead, the tip of your nose, both your cheeks, and finally a soft kiss on your lips. You smiled against him. This was heaven. You could spend the rest of your life here with him like this and be satisfied. More than satisfied. He was everything you could ever ask for. A blessing from the gods sent straight for you.

You grabbed the sides of his face, bringing his forehead closer and planting a kiss, following to the tip of his nose, both of his cheeks, and finally a kiss on his lips. Just as he had done to you, and just like you, he smiled against you as your lips met his.

You glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Almost midnight, but you didn’t wanna sleep just yet. Even though every cell in your body had been knocked out of oblivion from the way Zayne made love to you. His hand reached up to softly move your hair behind your ear and in the middle of his movements, a large growl erupted from your stomach.

You both stared at each other for a moment before busting out into laughter. “I think your body finally made it back to earth,” he teased.

“Will you forgive me if I said I didn’t eat dinner tonight?,” you asked sheepishly.

A small sigh left his lips, then the corner of his mouth lifted to form his tiny smile. “Yes…if you let me order you a pizza before we wash up.”

Your smile matched his. “Fine…but, can we get a brownie too?”

You watched his eyes practically sparkle at the mention of sweets, before he rapidly blinked to recover himself. “As your doctor I would say sweets this late are not good for your health…” his words made you squint your eyes at him before he continued, “but as your Zaynie…I would say we have a deal, my love.”

You beamed a smile at him, wrapping your arms around his body to crush back into yours. No words could express how blessed you felt. How lucky you were to have Zayne. He squeezed you right back and as happy as you felt in this moment, you knew that Zayne felt the exact same.

~~