emotional

it had been two weeks since you'd had any kind of intimacy, which you knew wasn't unheard of, but it was a longer stretch than you usually went since you and zayne started dating.

so yeah, that new dual vibrator ended up being ordered when you saw express shipping was currently free. and yeah, you'd gone out to run errands and weren't home for the delivery.

which means you weren't home got when zayne tried surprising you with his early return, met only with an empty house an a discreet package on his front step.

he hadn't meant to open your mail. he'd been on autopilot, still not used to your mail being delivered to his house.

he had, however, meant to descend on you like a vulture the second you got home, practically dragging you (not that you were unwilling) to the bedroom.

that's how you ended up sitting on his bed, him behind you with his chest to your back. his arms were under your thighs, forcing them up. one hand kept a tight grip on your thigh, the other handled the vibrator.

"were you going to think of me when you used this?" he asked lowly, his breath tickling your ear. "were you that desperate for me?"

you whined and nodded, desperate to do whatever you could to appease him so you could cum already. you gasped when he stopped tormenting the outside of your clit and pussy and finally plunged the vibrator back in.

"please, please- zayne, need t'cum this time-"

you barely recognized your voice, your breath hitching as he began thrusting the vibrator in and out of your cunt. the two ends were vibrating on their highest setting after zayne had spent the last ten minutes cycling through each one.

he'd gone from slowly thrusting the toy in and out to keeping it still to circling your clit, maneuvering it with expert precision.

he pressed his lips to your neck, humming as your back arched off his chest and you writhed in his grip.

"i can't so no when you bed so beautifully."

he practically slammed the toy back in, pressing it firmly so that the vibrators tormented your clit and inner walls, and you came apart in his hold. your legs shook and your torso twisted, trying to escape the powerful sensations while begging for more.

you could feel your cunt pulsing, and zayne turned off and pulled the toy away only when your moans turned to sobs from the overstimulation.

you shivered as the silicone slid out of you, glistening, and zayne turned the toy in his hold so the slick caught the sunlight coming in from the window.

There were a few seconds of silence. “I thought someone died, kitten.” 

Your ears perked, and you jolted upward, glaring at Sylus. “I was told that I am especially moody during my periods, and that I am annoying to deal with.” You looked away from him. “If you don’t want to deal with my wrath, go away.” 

An amused smile formed across his lips. “How scary. My kitten is going to bite.” His fingers brushed against your cheek. 

You slapped his hand away lightly. “I am warning you, Sylus. You have no idea how moody I can get.” 

“Oh? I have a few ideas.” He stood up and faced you. Then, he placed his one arm beneath your legs and slid his other arm on your back, lifting you off the couch. 

You wanted to smack his chest and throw a tantrum. But you held yourself back. 

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” You huffed, feeling him gently lay you on the bed. “Getting your way, annoying me.” 

“How cruel, kitten.” Sylus frowned dramatically. “Of all the things I enjoy doing for you, you remember nothing but my habit of getting on your nerves?” He chuckled. “Well, watching you get all worked up is a bonus.” 

You went quiet for a moment. 

After a few seconds, you saw Sylus’ eyes wander to your cabinet. You tugged his shirt softly, making him look back at you. “You’re really not going to leave, are you?”

Sylus’ lips curved into a small smile. “I’m not so cruel as to leave my kitten to suffer on her own.”

“What if I try to punch you out of my apartment?” 

“Hm? It’s rather amusing to see a cat try to scare me away.” He tugged the blanket, covering your limbs up to your stomach. 

“I might yell at you,” you said. 

You felt his fingers trace along your hair. “I look forward to hearing all your vocabulary.”

You softly gasped, and your eyes widened. “It would take hours!”

“Excellent. I have plenty of time.” 

You sat up and picked up the pillow beneath your head, and threw it at Sylus. He caught the pillow with one hand, smirking at you. 

“I hate you. Give it back,” you hissed, gritting your teeth. 

“Come get it, kitten.” He playfully raised the pillow farther as he saw you lean your body closer, attempting to grab it away from his hand. 

You crossed your arms. “Fine then. I can sleep without a pillow.”

You leaned back, but before your head could hit the mattress, Sylus swiftly slipped the pillow under it. Before you could speak, Sylus placed a soft kiss on your forehead, immediately shutting you up.

“Stop worrying yourself with such thoughts, kitten. I am quite skilled in making cats behave.”

“I am not a cat.”

“Oh? Right.” He settled beside you, propping himself up against the headboard with one arm while stretching his legs comfortably across the mattress. “You’re much more troublesome.” 

Defeated, you just blinked and stared at him, as if still worried he would be annoyed with your constant mood swings.

His eyes found yours, and his lips formed a small smile. “If you think that your little tantrums will chase me off,” he paused. “I’m afraid you’ll have to try harder, kitten.”