Eirlys. 25. Black and Indigenous Visayan. She/her, they/theirs. Fictoqueer. Zayne's freaky water girl. Need Zayne’s dick in my throat. Mostly writes NSFW. Daydreaming about Zayne in my frutiger aero world. 🎧ྀི♪⋆.✮
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“I hAvEnt SeEn AnY lADs PlAyErS bRiNg Up ThE LigHtIng IsSue FoR bLaCk AnD BrOwn MC!!!! wHy BriNg It Up NoW?!?!”
So I’ve been playing lads for a year, June 16th 2025, and I knew about the light issue LAST year. Like 3 weeks into the game. So, unless you TRULY havent been paying attention or listening to black and brown players telling everyone “make sure you include “fix the lighting for the darker MCs” in your surverys,” this is NOT the time to be using this problem as a ‘gotcha’ moment.
If those people can react that way— throwin cow shit and cursed items and funeral flowers at the building over a fucking CHARACTER, who’s also a major part of the MS— they could’ve done the same for the fucking problems before Valko was even hinted. But guess what? They didnt. Cuz they stood up there and tried to compare him to an instance where, if infold added a Black love interest, they dont want it, and that it should only be marketed to the african market. They too busy calling us broke, monkeys, hard Rs, and sending people rape and death threats. Just to find out they said all that shit about valko being a rapist, and his story involving 731, was all fake; misinformation to get rid of him.
People quickly losing the plot by bringing up these ongoing issues RN by saying “this is my first time hearing this!!” “Oh you guys just want a reason to boycott infold!” “You guys dont love your main love interest if you’re willing to throw months and years away over a guy you met in 6 days” mind u, people already had their love interest figured out when each guy was teased, myself included. I knew Zayne was gonna be my main, and he still is. But alright…. Okay…
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A/n: R.i.p Valko, I’ll never get to hear your voice in secret times 😔
A/n 2: Just a lil smut i wrote last night. Woke up to cancel my surgery, and found out about this devastating news 💔
2 hours, 15 minutes, 43 seconds.
That’s how long it’s been since you’ve been folded and bounded to the headboard.
Valko was rutting vigorously into your used pussy, groaning loudly after each clench your walls gave his dick. His cum had long since dripped out your hole, and seeped into the blanket before puddling beneath you. You can’t count how many times you’ve squirted on him, and he gave you that wolfish grin.
“Your body’s so responsive to my touch, doll…” he teases against your nipple.
The cloth around your mouth had saliva dripping from it, due to having absorbed most of it. You whine when his thick fingers rub circles against your clit then side to side rapidly. Your urethra shot clear liquid out, and coated his sculpted stomach.
“You can’t even hide how bad you actually want this,” he kissed your top lip with a smirk on his face.
His eyes fill with mirth as he slip his fingers into you, next to his cock.
“Tu fool!” Your words muffle, and eyes roll back.
He pulled out abruptly, and your legs shook harshly.
“God, look at this gorgeous body…” his large hand roam your parts gently, as if letting the texture of your skin sink into his palms.
“Wanna make you mine… no… I need to make sure you know you’re mine.” He wraps his arms around your waist, and slides his thick cock back in, causing you to let out a loud noise — almost like a cry and moan mixed together.
He groans in your ear, and hugs you tightly, before setting his pace at high speed, just like earlier.
“Can’t stop… fucking you…!” But you’re already filled to the max with his seed. What more could he possibly want?
To get you pregnant?
That was a given with how heavy and copious his loads were. You weren’t even sure anymore if birth control could save you.
His sculpted thighs smack against yours, and the sound they exude makes his tail wag happily. The squelching of his length moving his cum inside you, grows thicker in sound. If anyone were to hear, they could tell he was fucking you real good.
It’s too much, but it feels so good at the same time. You don’t want to think anymore.
All you need is him and his dick in this moment, and forever. <3
3 hours prior
You walked into the cozy home, after the door sat open, letting the air from outside come in. Valko had sent you the address earlier when you were coming back from a mission. How he got your number, you still have no clue.
You looked around the place, not seeing the man, and stay near the front door.
“I see you got my text.” A familiar voice came from your left side.
You saw him standing there in a suit with glasses on.
“Did you just come back from somewhere?”
He took big strides towards you, and sat on a high chair next to the kitchen island.
“I was in a meeting.” He nodded a bit.
You took a moment to analyze him. You didn’t see his ears or tail, and asked about them.
“They come out when I feel like letting them out. I usually keep them hidden during business meetings and stuff.” He leaned against the flat surface.
You hummed, and took three steps forward. “Why did you ask me to come by? And how did you get my number?”
His hand dug in his pant pocket for something as he spoke. “I have something I think you need. Also, when you’re in this kind of work, it isn’t hard to retrieve personal information.”
He stood up, reminding you of the height difference, and you subtly swallowed. He walked over to you and handed you the small box. You glanced at it, up at him, then back at the square before carefully taking it. He focused on you, watching your expression as you opened it.
A protocore. But not just a regular or modified one.
It was the raw protocore of a Wanderer you had fought the other day. It was too strong to defeat, even with the team you were with.
“How did you get this…?” You looked up at him.
He shrugged like it was no big deal, and looked at your fingers enclosed around the box. “I fought that Wanderer. It wasn’t hard, it just got in my way while I was… doing stuff.”
You looked at his chest then back at the crystal, rolling it around in your fingers. You licked your dry lips, and he notices, feeling his heart speed up at the gesture.
“I can’t take this.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re gonna want something in return, and I don’t really like paying people back.”
“I haven’t asked for anything, though.” He shrugs.
“Yet.” You add in.
He chuckles, and sits down on the arm rest. “Okay, okay. All I want is for you to spend some time with me.”
“Spend some time with you…?” Your face scrunched in confusion.
“Mhm. I… think we have a lot in common. And I’m… intrigued by you, your ambitions and character.” His voice softened.
Your eyes widened, and you looked away. Now it was your heart’s turn to race.
“Ahem… I don’t think I can do that…” his teasing smile falters just a bit.
“Hm?”
You feel awkward, suddenly, and put the protocore back in the box. You set it next to him, and turned to leave, but his hands dart out and grab your waist.
“Hang on a second.” He stood and you turned to look up at him.
He got close, real close, and you panicked a bit. “Um…?”
“Did I do something to scare you?” He blurted out.
You blinked, and noticed something moving in your peripheral view. You looked, and saw his tail swaying slowly.
“Um not… exactly?” You cupped your bicep, turning your head away.
He pulled you close, and you could smell his cologne. You clenched your jaw, and swallowed, feeling something warm forming in your pelvic area.
“You seem flustered about something… talk to me.” His voice softened more.
“I’m not used to hanging out with people. I don’t have a lot of friends, and I only talk to my coworkers for business… so you asking me to spend time with you just… caught me off guard, I guess.”
His hands cupped your face, making it squished a little as he made you look up at him. “I know I’m… coming off strong, but… if I said I felt something since I met you last month, would you… reconsider how you’re feeling?”
You unintentionally pout, and his heart melts. His tail curled forward, and rubbed against your arm, making you jump as you forgot it was there.
“I-I don’t know, Valko—”
He leaned down and kissed you. Your pouty lips pressed firmly against his, and his tail slowly brushed up and down your side. You turn your head away, and pant a little.
“H-Hey, why did—” your words cut off when you look at him, and see his eyes glowing.
“I don’t know if you can feel it…” he took your hand, and sat it on the noticeable tent in his pants, “but I need you… we need you.”
You blinked, and were confused. “S-So suddenly…?”
There was no time to talk, as all he could think about was having you— bare and moaning just for him.
Now
You writhe beneath him, and sob as you’re forced to watch him eat you out. Your soft whimpers and mewls only fuel his twitchy, leaking cock more.
“Ngh!! Fuck!!” Your tears soak the fabric around your mouth.
Your toes clench as his tongue flicks your sensitive pearl over and over while his fingers penetrate your sticky walls.
“My sweet mate… your scent’s covered with mine now.” He whispers, taking your clit in between his lips.
He hums at your flavor, and licks his cum that’s leaking out your used hole. Your head tilts back with you wanting to melt into nothingness. He finally pulls away, and pats your puffy wet folds. His hand rubs the area like he’s trying to sink all the essence into your skin. You tilt your head to the side, and are dazed by the strenuous activity.
You can’t feel your legs anymore, and the cramp in your back grows numb. He’s kept you in this folded position for so long, it feels like your body’s just used it now.
He finally unbinds your ankles and wrists, letting them gently fall near you, and you let out a much needed exhale. Your thighs convulse every now and then, with random spurts of cum splashing out of you. You’re exhausted, wanting nothing more than to sleep for the rest of the day.
More like the week. Not even the hunter training and missions wear you out this much. You feel like your lifeforce has drained significantly while he’s breathing like he did a light jog.
He’s talking to you, but you don’t understand what he’s saying because your hearing’s buzzed out by the sleepiness quickly consuming you. He gets off the bed, walks to the bathroom, grabs a hand towel and wets it, then walks back into the room and gently cleans you off. He leaves kisses along your inner thighs, giving the spot just above your clit a kiss. He makes his way up your pelvis, to your stomach, and kisses your womb.
He speaks quietly, hoping his seed will stick and you’ll carry his pups. But for now, you just need to stay and let him do the rest.
WOO i suck at build up. I just thought of this on the spot 🍅
The fact people know nothing about any of the silent hill games, but be the first to talk about “silent hill f is feminist, anti-life, and anti-marriage.” Yall gotta go to hell LMAOOOOOO
Yall literally up there with the freaks upset that they couldn’t look up a 15-yr-old high school girl’s skirt.
Literally silent hill 3 was about a religious cult trying to force a teenage girl to birth their God. Silent hill 2 was about a man who murdered his sick wife, and forced himself to forget that she died by his own hands. Like yall will never straight up say you hate women, you will say everything that points to it, but never actually say the damn thing 😫
I have a unhealthy obsession with zayne having a breeding kink. Like yes, stuff my womb with your seed, and make sure i don’t let a single drop spill out 😫
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tags: 18+, mdni, established relationship, smut, reader being needy clingy and kinda toxic, but dw zayne likes it, zayne coddling you, bit of daddy kink, kinda ddlg adjacent?, brat tamer zayne, dacryphilia, brief mentions of harassment (not between zayne and reader), minor injury, loss of control (evol), hurt/comfort at the end, tiny bit of angst
a/n: inspired by chapter 2 of zayne's love on screen event story
❄️ When I'm inviting my girlfriend on a date, having a few selfish desires is only natural.
So, in this place that belongs only to us... In this moment that's ours alone...
Think only of me.
I need your selfish desires too. ❄️
zayne who used to silently disapprove of couples who wanted to be together 24/7. he thought such people were overly needy and likely required couples therapy to learn healthier boundaries… that was until you came back into his life and wrecked all his preconceived notions about love.
zayne who doesn't mind when he unlocks his phone after back-to-back surgeries to a barrage of texts and missed calls from you. his heart squeezes as he scrolls through your messages, noticing how they become progressively needier and more demanding of his attention—asking him how work was going, what time he was coming home, if he still loved you, if he even liked you, if he was out on a date with someone else and that was the reason for his not replying the past few hours. silly girl, he thought, i told you i would have two surgeries this afternoon. but there is no annoyance behind his thoughts. if anything, he savors the thought of you thinking about him all day. he calls you back the second he's alone in his office.
zayne who feels a thrill of satisfaction whenever you choose him over anyone else. dinner with coworkers, drinks with your friends from college, almost all of them you reject in favor of being with zayne.
zayne who has to be mindful not to lose control whenever you beg him not to go to work. he finds it especially difficult early in the morning, when you press your soft breasts against his arm and plead in your sleep-soft voice that he not go to akso today. when he informs you that he has multiple patient appointments on his schedule, you bat your eyelashes at him and say, "but i'm your most important patient." he doesn't refute you—you're correct after all. zayne still leaves for work but not before squeezing in a quick fuck to satisfy his most important patient's needs.
zayne who relishes the sight of your tears as you throw a tantrum about not seeing him enough. he had to cancel your date earlier because of an emergency case at akso hospital, but here he is now standing at your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers and a bag of your favorite takeout, patiently watching as you sob and stomp your feet and complain about your ruined date. when he thinks you have finished your tearful little tirade, he guides you to the sofa and pulls you onto his lap where you promptly melt against him.
zayne who gently rocks you on his lap, pets your hair, whispers soothing words into the shell of your ear, kisses the tears off your cheeks (discreetly licks the salt from his lips). "i'm sorry, my darling," he says soothingly. "let me make it up to you, sweet girl. i already filed for leave for the next two days. let's go to that amusement park you've been wanting to go to. how does that sound, hm?" he can't help but find your sniffles and hiccups adorable as you attempt to collect yourself, appeased at the thought of spending the next two days with him. my poor darling, zayne muses, so miserable over a cancelled date with me. the thought alone makes his slacks feel tight. it's not long before he has you grinding against his hardness, your face still streaked with tear tracks.
zayne who is anticipating prepared for the hissy fit you throw when he informs you of an upcoming trip for a medical conference where he will be attending as a speaker. you attempt to give him the silent treatment after stomping over to your bedroom, but he won't tolerate that. "none of that now," he says lowly while he grips your cheeks, pushing your lips into an adorable pout, "if you have a problem, tell me directly." your tantrum quickly dissolves into tears and puppy eyes, and he finds it all so so endearing and lovely. "i-i'm just upset because i'll miss you so much, daddy," you say as you cling to his shirtsleeves, as if a great gust of wind might carry him away from you any moment. he rubs your back as you whine about having to share him with the world. he shushes you, assures you that he is yours and your alone. the next day, he books two plane tickets for the trip.
zayne who decides to let go of his teaching position at skyhaven university when you have a meltdown over one of his students contacting him past midnight. it was an innocuous email—she had just been asking zayne when he would next be available for a research paper consultation—but you were nearly inconsolable at the thought of him replying to some stupid student's email instead of cuddling with you in bed. his acquaintances at the medical school had been surprised with his decision but he knew he had made the right choice when, upon telling you that he had relinquished his position at the university in order to spend more time with you, you had embraced him so tightly it took his breath away, all the while beaming up at him with the most brilliant smile he's seen from you in days.
zayne who pretends to disapprove of your behavior when you're catty and rude to the new nurse that's been making advances at him. you had called her names and you happened to have done it within earshot of the hospital director too. he's not really angry—he could never truly be angry with you—but he loves having an excuse to lecture you, bend you over his office desk, and watch the skin of your ass jiggle with each strike of his palm. you moan plaintively when he finally takes you rough and deep. "sorry daddy. just hate it so bad when other people look at you," you whine through your tears. your pitiful admission only spurs him on, and a gasp leaves your lips as he thrusts in as deep as he can go, making you take every thick inch of him. "my poor darling," he breathes gruffly against your ear, "is this what you wanted? my full attention?" another brutal thrust makes you gasp his name. "you have it, sweetheart, so take it."
zayne who has a fleeting thought of distancing himself from you after losing control of his evol. it had been late at night and he was about to pick you up from the train station. he had already spotted you in the distance when he noticed a man forcing himself into your space. you tried to back away from him when his hand shot out to grab your arm. zayne saw red. he had only meant to freeze the man's hand over, startle him just enough to stop his advancing towards you, but the next thing zayne knew, the stranger was doubled over in pain, jagged ice encasing his entire arm and shoulder. beside him, you clutched your bleeding arm. zayne rushed over to you, paying no mind to the familiar pinpricks of ice creeping up his neck. as he frantically inspected your injury, the horrifying realization that he was the one who had injured you dawned on him with sudden clarity. in that moment, the most wretched sense of deja vu washed over him.
zayne who can feel self-hatred twist in his gut as he stitches you up at home—he insisted on taking you to the hospital but you refused to budge unless he promised to take you back home. after the blood was washed away, the injury turned out to be much less severe than it had initially looked—a stray ice crystal had left a relatively superficial cut along the lateral side of your arm. but zayne felt wretched anyway. "it was just a little cut, zaynie," you attempt to comfort him but he remains silent as he bandages your arm. you could see in his stony expression, in the distance he placed between you even as he treated your wound, that he was retreating into himself with each passing second. zayne is a man of action and it is obvious to you what he intends to do.
zayne who is startled out of his self-resenting downspiral when you crash your lips to his. distantly, he knows that he should stop you as you tear desperately at his clothes. i am no good for you, i am always destined to hurt you, i do nothing but bring you pain. but even as these thoughts remained at the back of his mind, he could never resist you. he finds himself willingly being pushed back into the plush rug of your living room, your hands making quick work of his fly. "be careful, sweetheart. your stitches—fuck!" he had barely registered you pushing his boxers down before your tight heat is surrounding him.
zayne who can't help the rush of tears as you beg him not to leave. you shower his face with needy little kisses as you ride him, deliberately squeezing your pussy around him like you never want to let him go. "please don't leave, zayne," you beg through your own tears, "i know what you're thinking, you think i'll be better off without you. but please zayne, listen to me now, i would be nothing without you by my side. i would rather die by your hands than be without you ever again."
zayne who, despite being dizzy with pleasure, attempts to say, "no, my darling. please don't say that." but the eager twitch of his cock at your declaration belies his words. because despite his protests, a sick selfish part of him has always rejoiced in your singular devotion to him.
zayne who knows from a psychological standpoint that it's not healthy for you to be so dependent on him, yet he can't bring himself to care. he cherishes your reliance on him. he basks in your single-minded loyalty to him. his heart is full knowing you only have eyes for him, him, him.
zayne who, after a life of loneliness and regret, finally relinquishes any lingering doubts about whether he was meant for you. you wanted him, and in turn, he wanted you all to himself too. and that was all that truly mattered.
a/n: this is kinda all over the place but i just really wanted to put something out there without self-doubt and perfectionism getting in the way. anyway i hope u like it. i have so many more ideas and i intend to write more, just really need to push myself to write.
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You had just entered Valko’s research lab, hoping to possibly catch him for a little lunch break together.
As the door slid shut behind you, you paused to look around. Your eyes were pulled by the various beeping and blinking of the advanced tech surrounding you, but there was no sign of the redhead anywhere.
“Valko?!” You called out, to no response. Stepping deeper into the facility, you reminded yourself that he had granted you unrestricted access to his equipment, space, and personnel; You figured he certainly wouldn't mind you making yourself at home while you waited.
Then, a gleam in the corner of your eye drew your attention. You turned to look at it, only to find Valko’s nightprowl suit, all pristine and shiny, displayed in a sleek glass case. A devious idea popped into your head. I meannn, he did say you could use anything you wanted.
So there you were, drowning in the enormous jacket. You had initially intended to try on the whole suit, but the boots alone proved to be absurdly heavy, tiring your feet after just a few steps. Realizing the rest of the gear would be just as exhausting, you settled for just the overcoat, the one that spanned Valko's entire length, complete with the hood and ear slots.
You had to admit, though, that it was insanely comfy. The hem of it, which almost hit Valko's feet when he wore it, was now pooling at the floor, acting as a makeshift mop as you walked around the lab. The hood, meanwhile, completely covered your head, and in fact half your face too, the ear pockets flopping around without the usual support Valko’s ears provided.
You told yourself you'd put it back before he came, but the plush warmth draping over your shoulders made it too easy to delay, until the man himself finally came back into his office.
Uh oh. You sheepishly turned around to the sound of a door clicking shut, finding Valko standing there with his head tilted and a brow cocked, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in amusement. Yet, when he caught the full view of you when you turned around, his breath hitched and his eyes darkened imperceptibly. He noticed how small and vulnerable you looked enveloped in his gear, your face caught in a guilty expression with those droopy, puppy-like ears adorning your head.
Obviously, Valko was a werewolf. And he was well aware that this came with certain... wolfish instincts. Yet right now, how intensely territorial he felt towards you surprised even himself, and it took him all his will to not immediately pin your small body up against a wall and shove his dick in you all the way till you were filled with him.
“Valko– I need a break- hic,” you whimpered breathily, your voice utterly tired from the hours he’d spent dutifully worshipping you and your practically abused hole.
“I know love, just a little bit longer. You’ll hold out for me, won't you?” he cooed. But contrasting with his gentle voice, his pace didn't seem to falter in the slightest. His pupils were blown out to the point where no iris was shown, looking at you draped over one of his desks, entirely naked, the heavy jacket long since discarded on the floor.
You twitched under his tight grip, stupidly big hands enough to wrap around your waist entirely. You initially already had a hard time adjusting to his cock, taking a long time of him just eating you out before you could even begin to handle it. But what made it worse later on was his goddamn knot.
Every ounce of restraint vanished from him, making you endure round after round of him filling you with his seed, his knot keeping everything inside you. Yet, after a point, even that didn't stop his cum from leaking out. The deranged man almost lost his mind when he saw that, shoving everything back with his dick and fingers, hellbent on breeding you till your womb practically inflated from all that was pumped into you.
And oh did he love to see it, “ngh- Just so adorable for me aren't you pup,” he said, more to himself than you, shoving his thumb in your mouth, moaning as you immediately sucked on it. “Such a good girl. You’ll let me cum in you again yeah?”
“W-wait, no more,” you barely managed out. All the pressure inside your cunt was making you dizzy, and you would be kidding yourself if you said you could take any more, but Valko obviously had other plans.
He moved his hands to let one rub on your clit, while the other, cruelly nonetheless, pushed onto where your belly bulged out. The pressure of it all made you explode yet again, an orgasm crashing through you intensely, your mind blanking out till all you could think of was him and his massive fucking cock.
Valko smirked, his canines showing through as he took a little advantage of your clouded state. “Please? You want my babies dont you, want me to breed you full till we have a damn litter.”
He leaned forward to kiss your fucked-out self, the two of you moaning into each other's mouths as you completely lost yourself to the pleasure.
♡ Bunny's Note: Sorry gng, not even Bunny is immune to writing the wolf with a breeding kink. I know it’s cliché but I couldn't help it, the idea sounded way too hot in my head😣 ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎
yessss i thought th same thing actually when i saw it. in honor of you guys liking the post here’s another!
LADS P LINK PT 2
MDNI 🔞
xavier
we all know xavier is a big big freak, i just know this is how he had you after that whole break fiasco. he’s possessive, he doesn’t even like when guys look your way. no matter, he’s gonna leave his cum so deep inside you that if and when you speak to the baker again you’ll be leaking every time you walk.
he’s doctor so he would know when and where to please you. do you see the way he’s rubbing your clit and filling you up? oh yeah, this is definitely you guys after a long day at work.
%100000 caleb right here. he’s fucking you like there is no tomorrow. every single time he gives it to you he makes sure everytime you leave satisfied. look at how he’s digging in you. straight desperation. and he’s not stopping until your completely drained from the inside out.
rafayel
RAF ALL DAY LONG OMG!!
he’s begging, he’s pleading, he’s crying and you are milking the hell out of him. your giggling while he’s convulsing under your touch. you’ve been at it for hours he just wants to be inside you but not yet because your not done having your fun with him.
sylus
one thing about sylus he’s the “anywhere anytime” type, so i definitely see him having a quickie with you before heading out into the n109 zone. he’s having fun, slapping your ass has got you bent all out of shape. because when it comes to you he can never have enough, you are his drug, his air his everything.
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Zaynemc - 19+ , oral fixation, dick and balls worship, fingering, lightly implied ddlg near the end, not proofread :(
She sat on the couch, watching a rerun of one of her soap operas, and waiting for him to walk through that door. It was an estimated 30 minutes from the hospital to the house, but he had a habit of stopping by his favorite cafe for treats.
She nagged him a few times about eating too much sugar, but he just said “you can have anything in moderation.”
And when it came to sugary foods, for Zayne, moderation immediately flew out the door.
She became too invest in what was going on in the show, she didn’t hear the front door open and close.
“I’m home.” The deep voice of her man chimed near the door.
He walked over to the couch, after hearing a hum, and leaned over. “You’re so invested by a woman finding out her husband’s having an affair, that you won’t come and your husband?”
Her head turned, but eyes stayed on the screen. He leaned further and pressed his lips against hers.
“Look at me, dear.” He whispered, grasping her chin gently.
Her eyes moved up to his, “better,” and closed when he kissed her again. Her fingers gripped his collar and pulled him closer, making him stumble a bit over the couch.
“?!” A surprised sound rumbles in his throat, and his right hand clenches the top of the couch.
“I’m hungry,” she says in the midst of their mini make out session.
He stares at her, and blinks. “Come here, Zaynie.”
Who was he to deny his sweet and demanding wife?
He pulls away, walks around the couch and sits next to her, watching the entire time. Her eyes focused on the TV again while her fingers instinctively find the button of his pants, and undo them.
“I-Is this all I am to you?” He quietly teases then sighs when she grips his dick, and pulls it out from his boxers.
“Just want a snack while I watch my show…” she says, laying over his lap then lowering her head, and giving his tip a long and slow swipe of her tongue.
He hisses then swallows, letting out a breath as her tongue teases his urethra. “Y-you’re such a… mmm.”
He undoes his tie, tosses it onto the arm rest, and leans back, watching her suck him off. Her lips stretch a bit and mold around its shape. Her right hand holds his thickness, while the left curls over his left thigh. She opens her mouth, sticks her tongue out, and rubs his tip over her tastebuds up and down, as if coating them with his precum.
His eyes roll back, and head tilts back, clenching his fist. He resists the urge to fuck her throat, but the stress from work needs to come out somehow. And her being a little menace isn’t helping.
She softly moans after pulling him out of her mouth, and stamps kisses all over his length. She nuzzles it with her nose, inhaling his scent, and feeling her panties gradually soak. He leans over a bit, pulls the hem of her— his— shirt up, and slips his hand into her panties. She quietly mewls, and goes back to bobbing her head on his dick.
He hums in delight, feeling her clit between his middle and ringer finger. Her face flushes, and heart races faster as she squirms beneath his touch.
“Since you wanted to be a naughty girl, you’ll need to deal with the consequences,” his husky voice shakes when her right hand squeezes his balls tightly.
He lets out a loud groan, and bites his lip, rubbing her sensitive pearl faster. “That’s it. Make sure to love them too, sweetheart.”
It wasn’t unusual for him to say stuff like that, but any time he did, it drove her mad. She kisses down to the two spheres tightly bound under her palm, and thoroughly covers them in the light markings of her lips. She grinds against his hand, but he moves his fingers down, and pushes them into her vaginal opening.
“Look at you, you’re already wet… Did sucking me off do that?” He lightly smirks, pushing his fingers deeper then curling them.
Her toes clench tightly; her thighs beg to close, but the strength in his forearms prevent them from doing so. He pumps his digits faster, hearing a quiet squelch coming from under the fabric. She takes one ball into her mouth, and harshly sucks on it, like she wanted to leave hickies and teeth marks. His dick twitches at the excitement— the anticipation— as it senses her mouth nearing it. She comes back, and takes it in her mouth again, licking a vein on the side. His left hand presses down on the back of her head.
“Fuck, don’t s-stop. I-I’m so close, angel.” He huffs, moving her head faster and further down.
Her eyes begin to water from the lack of oxygen, but she’s loving this too much to care. Bubbles form and drip out her mouth, onto the couch, and the sound of her absorbing his dick reverberates loudly in the living room. He holds her head and thrusts into it one more time before stilling, shooting ropes of cum into her throat.
“Good girl… this is the only snack you get tonight. It’s past your bedtime, after all.” He whispers, stroking her hair.
She whines, closes her eyes, and swallows every drop of his seed while his dick twitches as the cum fills her mouth. He feels her throat contract, and sighs. She slowly pulls her head off with a light pop, and kisses the tip. By the time she looks at the TV, it’s off, with a barely visible sight of the two. She doesn’t even know when he did that.
His hand pulls out of her drenched underwear, and pulls his pants back up. He sits her up, gets off the couch and lifts her into his arms.
Her arms and legs wrap around his neck and waist, hugging him like a koala. She licks her lips, and kisses his neck.
“Please, Zaynie. I want more.” She leans her face into the crevice of his neck, smells the cologne, and holds back a moan.
He lightly chuckles when they enter their bedroom, and closes the door. “You’re such a greedy girl. What am I going to do with you?”
He lays her on the bed and pulls her shirt up again, this time, exposing those cute tits of hers. “It’s alright, love… I’ll make sure you sleep real good~”
He slips his left thumb in her mouth, while his right hand squeezes and massages her left breast. Her thighs press against each other as she squirms under him.
“So needy and soaked for me… or do you just want my dick?” His left thumb traces the fullness of her bottom lip. “Do you love me?”
“Of course I do, Zaynie.” She whines and pouts until his thumb slips back into her mouth.
“Then say it.”
She looks up in his eyes. “I love you.”
Soft and gentle, like a timid woman.
He leans down, presses his forehead against hers, and says “I love you too, honey.”