MissyBabes

Yandere!mechanic quickly looked up from the car he'd been working on as soon as he heard your music down the road - his coworkers thought he had an invisible leash.

"S'gotten into you, lately? Girl got you by the balls or somethin'?" One of his colleagues chortled, with the other two adding to the mockery. Yandere!mechanic shot him a piercing glare.

"Mind your fuckin' business," he spat out.

The ringleader of the group rose from his chair and stood next to yandere!mechanic at the entry to the garage, folding his arms.

"Imma see what all the fuss is about now," he drawled.

Yandere!mechanic inhaled deeply. It took all of his restraint not to slam the nearest wrench into the side of the guy's jaw. He imagined it wouldn't make a good impression on you though, and he needed you to come back to him like he needed oxygen.

Finally, you peeled into the garage, quickly turning the volume off. You gave yandere!mechanic a smile and a small wave as you pulled into one of the free bays.

He walked up to your open window with his hands in his pockets and his coworker following closely behind. Before the bastard could get close, yandere!mechanic placed his hands on your open window and leaned in. You smelled like cherries and sweat. He had to resist the urge to lean in and lick that sweat rolling off your face.

"Hey, sweetheart. What can I do for you?"

"Yeah, what can he take care for ya now? Need some help in the back?" His coworker jabbed, letting out a raucous laugh.

Your eyebrows drew together, and the sight pinched at yandere!mechanic's heart. As irritating as his coworkers could be to pretty things like you, he couldn't help but feel his breathing become shaky at your adorable expression. His knuckles turned white on top of your car's window frame and he used more of his broad frame to block out his colleague.

"Ignore him, darlin'. He don't know any better than to be a pain in the ass. What's up?"

At his words, your smile came back.

"Aircon stopped working, in this heat. Can you believe it? I've had shit luck this summer," you groaned, your head falling against the headrest. You looked at yandere!mechanic through half-lidded eyes. "Can you fix it, please?"

He grinned, finally pushing off of your car and opening your door for you. It let out a loud squeak that made you wince.

"With such sweet manners, how could I say no? And I'll oil those hinges, too."

You gave him a shy smile as you got out. "Thank you."

Yandere!mechanic shot his coworker another dangerous look as if warning him to say anything else. He heeded the warning, slinking to the back, mumbling about a large stack of paperwork he had to deal with.

With it not being just yandere!mechanic in the shop this time, having you around was a lot less entertaining.

That's not to say that he didn't feel his dick twitch everytime you looked in his direction when you thought he wasn't looking, but you had politely sat yourself down on one of the customer chairs near the fan, so naturally didn't hang around him as much.

He wondered how many times he would have to fuck with your car to either win you over the proper way or catch you at just the right time to finally take you home with him, whether you reciprocated his needs or not.

The other coworkers eventually got back to their own work, but kept stealing glances at you and lowly muttering under their breath about how their own wives wouldn't smile at them "the way she did at him".

It didn't bother yandere!mechanic much, only when they skirted around the garage closer to you, under the guise of having to grab a tool that was, for some reason, a million miles away from where it needed to be.

Yandere!mechanic kept his eyes on you throughout the job. The way the setting sun caught the undertones of your hair made his heart break, and the way it floated about in the path of the fan made you appear to him like an angel sent down from the heavens, just to save his soul.

After a few hours of diagnostics and swapping out shitty parts for far better ones (ones he would pay for), yandere!mechanic finally dusted his hands and called you over.

"All ready for the summer, sweetheart. Don't worry about covering the bill, I've got it covered," he murmured, lightly putting his large hand around one of your shoulders. "Walk with me."

Much to his coworker's shock, yandere!mechanic walked out of the garage with you tucked tightly into his side, away from prying eyes and certainly out of earshot.

Gearing you towards a truck, he reluctantly released you from his grasp and leant one arm against it. He repressed a shiver, still feeling the heat of your skin under his palm.

"I was wonderin'," he started, rubbing a dirty hand on the nape of his neck. "If you'd like to go out with me. Tonight. O-or tomorrow, if that's easier. I can pick you up, just whatever's easiest for you. I was gonna ask ya' last week, but y'know."

You stifled a giggle at the mention of the previous week's events and leaned against the door of the truck with your arms folded. He takes the opportunity to come in closer to your face, until he is almost intoxicated by that sweet perfume of yours.

"I'd like too, but it depends on where you're gonna take me. I don't know many gems around here, so it's gotta be good," You tease, a sly smile growing on your face as yandere!mechanic's face turned a light shade of red.

"W-well, there's a resturant not too far away that would suit a pretty thing like you being sat in it. Reckon' you'd bring 'em more customers, y'know," He drawled.

He flexed the tendons of his forearm, making angled shadows appear on his skin in the dimming sun. He doesn't want to be anything but this close to you, forever. You fill his veins with a drug stronger than anything he's ever done and he's desperate to have the same effect on you, even if he has to force it from you.

All this time, you look at him with those gorgeous eyes he could fall in to, toying with his heart. Can't you see how desperately he needs this, needs you? You're killing him the longer you go without giving him an answer and he feels like his heart-

"Yes, of course. I would love to." You admit, softly. "I'll give you my number and address. Got a pen?"

He can't fucking believe you said yes. Like his brain is lagging five seconds behind, he quickly scrambles for a pen in his pockets, before realising something. "Don't need it. It's in the paperwork I did last week."

You laugh at his triumphant expression and the sound of your laughter is like an angel chorus just for him. It reverberates in his head for a few seconds as he commits the sound to memory.

"Right, right," You nod. "Tomorrow, then. Pick me up at seven?"

Yandere!mechanic leans in closer, his lips hovering above yours. "Sure, doll."

He pulls away at the same second you angle your head towards him, and his heart aches again.

Not yet. It has to be perfect.

Just like last time, he watches you get in your car and leave, with sorrow carving a deep hole in his chest.

You really should draw your curtains at night, y'know. Who knows who could be looking in?

Yandere!mechanic wrote down your address after work, and was currently watching you get ready for bed from his truck. He had parked out of the way of streetlamps, not that there were many of those in your area, to be honest.

It made him worry about what other boogeymen were lying in the dark, watching and waiting, just like him. He would get to you first, of course; he'd take down anybody wanting to get close to you. You flitted back and forth in front of the window, completely oblivious to the eyes obsessively tracking your every move. Were you.. on the phone?

He shifted in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable at the heat beginning to prickle under his skin. Who were you talking to this late?

Were you talking about him? The weird mechanic that cornered you earlier, practically forcing you to go on a date with him, but who also gave you the greatest fuck of your life last week?

Yandere!mechanic barely managed to stay in the truck, furious and conflicted with the lies he had just so easily crafted for himself. In reality, he knew you had given him no reason to believe you would do that - you had been nothing but kind to him, and so grateful for the work he did to your car.

He wondered at your reaction if you knew he watched over you like this, imagining the sweet things that would tumble out of your mouth in gratitude, and if he could persuade you to show him just how grateful you were for him acting as your guardian angel.

Maybe it would be a fond story for him to repeat when you were all settled down with him, feet barefoot, hair down, with a couple of little ones running around a house he had built for your growing family.

In his hazy daydreams, he barely noticed the light in your bedroom flickering off. Were you laid in bed now, still holding your phone to your ear? Still talking with that sweet voice that should only be talking to him? Or were you more settled now, tucked under your covers?

Maybe your hand would dip under the sheets, and yandere!mechanic would be at the forefront of your mind. His own hand reached down to unbuckle his belt, letting it slip out of the jean loops. He let out a low, stifled groan as his hand took his length out of pants, beginning to give it a few soft tugs.

He pulls your black panties out of his jeans pocket, wrapping them around his hand.

Yandere!mechanic began to picture you between his knees again, looking up at him with those wide eyes as your hand would slide up and down his cock again, dwarfing your fingers. Would you be able to lay and take it like the good girl you were or would you struggle?

He didn't mind that.

His thumb brushed over his slit and his hips bucked up, making his hand slide further down his length. It wouldn't be long before he came, with your face constantly flashing under his eyelids.

He tried to remember the sweet moans that escaped your body as he took you last week, but his imagination isn't as good as the real thing. You're right across the street, if he just had the balls to go in and-

Finally, he releases his load and it spills all over his hand, your panties, and his jeans. Some even lands on the steering wheel. Grunting, he reaches down into the glovebox and cleans himself up with an old wad of tissues.

He's not sure if he's going to be able to look at the steering wheel the same though.

He starts the truck, cursing at its loud protests cutting through the silence of the night and he reluctantly pulls away from your house, giving the window one last look.

All's quiet.

Three loud slams against your front door break the concentration of applying your final layer of mascara.

"Just a minute!" You call out, hoping yandere!mechanic hears. Quickly, you slip in your shoes and spritz your perfume around you for the final time before practically flying down the stairs to get to the door.

You swing it open, only to be greeted by yandere!mechanic's back. He sways round at the sound of the door opening, a bouquet of pink lilies clasped in his hands.

He's wearing a black leather jacket, dress shirt and jeans, with his hair lightly styled. His cologne smells of amber and citrus.

"Evenin', bunny. You look.." He drinks you in with a long, lasting look. "Tasty enough to eat."

He gives you a toothy grin and gently holds out the flowers.

You laugh, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. "Thank you, that's very sweet of you. Please come in, I'll find a place for them quickly before we go."

Stepping back, yandere!mechanic watches as your hips sway away from him into your kitchen, and he whistles lowly as he shuts the door. "Nice house you got here, darlin'."

"Thank you!" You shout from somewhere in the back. Moments later, you rush out, looking proudly at the glass vase full of colours you have now. You place it on a side table not far from the front door, so you'll see it when you come home.

"All ready?" He asks, holding his arm out for you to take. You nod, slipping your arm around his.

It feels like the most natural thing in the world.

His truck gleams as it sits outside your house, the dust and grime from hanging around the garage having been washed off.

He even put an air freshener around the rear view mirror. He can't decide if he likes it or not, but as long as you don't complain, that's all that matters.

Yandere!mechanic opens the passenger door for you and holds out his hand to help you get in the seat. As he looks at you, he wonders what gods he has to pray to tonight for you coming in to his life.

After making sure you're buckled in, he turns the knob of the radio to low and sets off towards the restaurant.

His hands are slipping on the steering wheel. He has keeps having to dry them on his jeans (a clean pair for once) and prays you don't notice. You hum along to the songs on the radio, seemingly oblivious. If you do notice, you don't say anything and, for that, yandere!mechanic is intensely grateful.

The scent of your perfume clings to the fabric fibres of the seats and floats around his head. He feels like he is being hypnotised. Warm summer air floods the cabin as he cracks open his window to stay focused on the road.

He has a bittersweet taste in his mouth as you finally make it to the restaurant. If he wasn't so nervous, he could've taken you right then and there. It's not like you could have gotten out - the doors of the truck were locked, of course.

He could've taken you home, your real home, with him.

For now, he is happy to play the game and serenade you all night.

The table is a window seat, looking out on the forest behind the restaurant. It's a truly stunning view, of lush green ferns and towering trees. You thought it was breathtaking, but yandere!mechanic wasn't looking at that. His chin rests on his hand, gazing longingly at you.

"This place is so beautiful," You exclaim. "How on earth did you find it? You've got a good eye."

He beams at your compliment, a giddy rush of excitement filling his veins.

"Always knew about this place, just never had a girl as gorgeous as you to take here," He muses.

Soon, your food comes and the rest of the date goes smoothly.

You find out he has a brother that lives out of town and that they rarely see each other. Yandere!mechanic tells you he has no other family. Wait. Does a cat count?

He shows you pictures of an adorable tabby cat on his cracked phone.

"Got her a few months back. She's only 6 months old herself," He chuckles. "Haven't got a name for her yet."

He finds out about your family, your job, and how long you'll be staying in this town for. You say you mean to leave in late August, and his leg starts jiggling under the table.

Absolutely not.

He'll find a way to make you stay.

He charms you as the night draws to a close and before you both know it, the truck is stopping in front of your house.

"Feels like we were here just a minute ago," You laugh. "I had a really lovely time tonight. I'd like to do it again sometime, but it'll be my treat."

Yandere!mechanic thickly swallows. He doesn't want you to leave, ever.

"Sure thing, sweetheart. I'll take you to your door."

You both walk up the steps to your front door, his hand splayed on the small of your back. As you unlock and open it, you turn back to him, leaning slightly forward on your tiptoes. He steps closer and slides his hand up the nape of your neck, grasping at the base of your skull.

The warm musk of amber envelopes your senses.

His breath fans your lips lightly as he comes closer, and the kiss you share is sweet. Your lips are so, so soft, beyond his imagination.

He will remember this moment for the rest of his life.

You pull away first, a flush of heat stinging your cheeks.

"Goodnight," You say sweetly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He feels his knees go weak.

"Goodnight, bunny."

He knows that he's not much, that there are better men out there that you'd probably be happier with. But he'll be damned if he doesn't try to give you the life you want, the life you deserve.

Whether that be willingly or not.

Yandere!mechanic quickly looked up from the car he'd been working on as soon as he heard your music down the road - his coworkers thought he had an invisible leash.

"S'gotten into you, lately? Girl got you by the balls or somethin'?" One of his colleagues chortled, with the other two adding to the mockery. Yandere!mechanic shot him a piercing glare.

"Mind your fuckin' business," he spat out.

The ringleader of the group rose from his chair and stood next to yandere!mechanic at the entry to the garage, folding his arms.

"Imma see what all the fuss is about now," he drawled.

Yandere!mechanic inhaled deeply. It took all of his restraint not to slam the nearest wrench into the side of the guy's jaw. He imagined it wouldn't make a good impression on you though, and he needed you to come back to him like he needed oxygen.

Finally, you peeled into the garage, quickly turning the volume off. You gave yandere!mechanic a smile and a small wave as you pulled into one of the free bays.

He walked up to your open window with his hands in his pockets and his coworker following closely behind. Before the bastard could get close, yandere!mechanic placed his hands on your open window and leaned in. You smelled like cherries and sweat. He had to resist the urge to lean in and lick that sweat rolling off your face.

"Hey, sweetheart. What can I do for you?"

"Yeah, what can he take care for ya now? Need some help in the back?" His coworker jabbed, letting out a raucous laugh.

Your eyebrows drew together, and the sight pinched at yandere!mechanic's heart. As irritating as his coworkers could be to pretty things like you, he couldn't help but feel his breathing become shaky at your adorable expression. His knuckles turned white on top of your car's window frame and he used more of his broad frame to block out his colleague.

"Ignore him, darlin'. He don't know any better than to be a pain in the ass. What's up?"

At his words, your smile came back.

"Aircon stopped working, in this heat. Can you believe it? I've had shit luck this summer," you groaned, your head falling against the headrest. You looked at yandere!mechanic through half-lidded eyes. "Can you fix it, please?"

He grinned, finally pushing off of your car and opening your door for you. It let out a loud squeak that made you wince.

"With such sweet manners, how could I say no? And I'll oil those hinges, too."

You gave him a shy smile as you got out. "Thank you."

Yandere!mechanic shot his coworker another dangerous look as if warning him to say anything else. He heeded the warning, slinking to the back, mumbling about a large stack of paperwork he had to deal with.

With it not being just yandere!mechanic in the shop this time, having you around was a lot less entertaining.

That's not to say that he didn't feel his dick twitch everytime you looked in his direction when you thought he wasn't looking, but you had politely sat yourself down on one of the customer chairs near the fan, so naturally didn't hang around him as much.

He wondered how many times he would have to fuck with your car to either win you over the proper way or catch you at just the right time to finally take you home with him, whether you reciprocated his needs or not.

The other coworkers eventually got back to their own work, but kept stealing glances at you and lowly muttering under their breath about how their own wives wouldn't smile at them "the way she did at him".

It didn't bother yandere!mechanic much, only when they skirted around the garage closer to you, under the guise of having to grab a tool that was, for some reason, a million miles away from where it needed to be.

Yandere!mechanic kept his eyes on you throughout the job. The way the setting sun caught the undertones of your hair made his heart break, and the way it floated about in the path of the fan made you appear to him like an angel sent down from the heavens, just to save his soul.

After a few hours of diagnostics and swapping out shitty parts for far better ones (ones he would pay for), yandere!mechanic finally dusted his hands and called you over.

"All ready for the summer, sweetheart. Don't worry about covering the bill, I've got it covered," he murmured, lightly putting his large hand around one of your shoulders. "Walk with me."

Much to his coworker's shock, yandere!mechanic walked out of the garage with you tucked tightly into his side, away from prying eyes and certainly out of earshot.

Gearing you towards a truck, he reluctantly released you from his grasp and leant one arm against it. He repressed a shiver, still feeling the heat of your skin under his palm.

"I was wonderin'," he started, rubbing a dirty hand on the nape of his neck. "If you'd like to go out with me. Tonight. O-or tomorrow, if that's easier. I can pick you up, just whatever's easiest for you. I was gonna ask ya' last week, but y'know."

You stifled a giggle at the mention of the previous week's events and leaned against the door of the truck with your arms folded. He takes the opportunity to come in closer to your face, until he is almost intoxicated by that sweet perfume of yours.

"I'd like too, but it depends on where you're gonna take me. I don't know many gems around here, so it's gotta be good," You tease, a sly smile growing on your face as yandere!mechanic's face turned a light shade of red.

"W-well, there's a resturant not too far away that would suit a pretty thing like you being sat in it. Reckon' you'd bring 'em more customers, y'know," He drawled.

He flexed the tendons of his forearm, making angled shadows appear on his skin in the dimming sun. He doesn't want to be anything but this close to you, forever. You fill his veins with a drug stronger than anything he's ever done and he's desperate to have the same effect on you, even if he has to force it from you.

All this time, you look at him with those gorgeous eyes he could fall in to, toying with his heart. Can't you see how desperately he needs this, needs you? You're killing him the longer you go without giving him an answer and he feels like his heart-

"Yes, of course. I would love to." You admit, softly. "I'll give you my number and address. Got a pen?"

He can't fucking believe you said yes. Like his brain is lagging five seconds behind, he quickly scrambles for a pen in his pockets, before realising something. "Don't need it. It's in the paperwork I did last week."

You laugh at his triumphant expression and the sound of your laughter is like an angel chorus just for him. It reverberates in his head for a few seconds as he commits the sound to memory.

"Right, right," You nod. "Tomorrow, then. Pick me up at seven?"

Yandere!mechanic leans in closer, his lips hovering above yours. "Sure, doll."

He pulls away at the same second you angle your head towards him, and his heart aches again.

Not yet. It has to be perfect.

Just like last time, he watches you get in your car and leave, with sorrow carving a deep hole in his chest.

You really should draw your curtains at night, y'know. Who knows who could be looking in?

Yandere!mechanic wrote down your address after work, and was currently watching you get ready for bed from his truck. He had parked out of the way of streetlamps, not that there were many of those in your area, to be honest.

It made him worry about what other boogeymen were lying in the dark, watching and waiting, just like him. He would get to you first, of course; he'd take down anybody wanting to get close to you. You flitted back and forth in front of the window, completely oblivious to the eyes obsessively tracking your every move. Were you.. on the phone?

He shifted in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable at the heat beginning to prickle under his skin. Who were you talking to this late?

Were you talking about him? The weird mechanic that cornered you earlier, practically forcing you to go on a date with him, but who also gave you the greatest fuck of your life last week?

Yandere!mechanic barely managed to stay in the truck, furious and conflicted with the lies he had just so easily crafted for himself. In reality, he knew you had given him no reason to believe you would do that - you had been nothing but kind to him, and so grateful for the work he did to your car.

He wondered at your reaction if you knew he watched over you like this, imagining the sweet things that would tumble out of your mouth in gratitude, and if he could persuade you to show him just how grateful you were for him acting as your guardian angel.

Maybe it would be a fond story for him to repeat when you were all settled down with him, feet barefoot, hair down, with a couple of little ones running around a house he had built for your growing family.

In his hazy daydreams, he barely noticed the light in your bedroom flickering off. Were you laid in bed now, still holding your phone to your ear? Still talking with that sweet voice that should only be talking to him? Or were you more settled now, tucked under your covers?

Maybe your hand would dip under the sheets, and yandere!mechanic would be at the forefront of your mind. His own hand reached down to unbuckle his belt, letting it slip out of the jean loops. He let out a low, stifled groan as his hand took his length out of pants, beginning to give it a few soft tugs.

He pulls your black panties out of his jeans pocket, wrapping them around his hand.

Yandere!mechanic began to picture you between his knees again, looking up at him with those wide eyes as your hand would slide up and down his cock again, dwarfing your fingers. Would you be able to lay and take it like the good girl you were or would you struggle?

He didn't mind that.

His thumb brushed over his slit and his hips bucked up, making his hand slide further down his length. It wouldn't be long before he came, with your face constantly flashing under his eyelids.

He tried to remember the sweet moans that escaped your body as he took you last week, but his imagination isn't as good as the real thing. You're right across the street, if he just had the balls to go in and-

Finally, he releases his load and it spills all over his hand, your panties, and his jeans. Some even lands on the steering wheel. Grunting, he reaches down into the glovebox and cleans himself up with an old wad of tissues.

He's not sure if he's going to be able to look at the steering wheel the same though.

He starts the truck, cursing at its loud protests cutting through the silence of the night and he reluctantly pulls away from your house, giving the window one last look.

All's quiet.

Three loud slams against your front door break the concentration of applying your final layer of mascara.

"Just a minute!" You call out, hoping yandere!mechanic hears. Quickly, you slip in your shoes and spritz your perfume around you for the final time before practically flying down the stairs to get to the door.

You swing it open, only to be greeted by yandere!mechanic's back. He sways round at the sound of the door opening, a bouquet of pink lilies clasped in his hands.

He's wearing a black leather jacket, dress shirt and jeans, with his hair lightly styled. His cologne smells of amber and citrus.

"Evenin', bunny. You look.." He drinks you in with a long, lasting look. "Tasty enough to eat."

He gives you a toothy grin and gently holds out the flowers.

You laugh, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. "Thank you, that's very sweet of you. Please come in, I'll find a place for them quickly before we go."

Stepping back, yandere!mechanic watches as your hips sway away from him into your kitchen, and he whistles lowly as he shuts the door. "Nice house you got here, darlin'."

"Thank you!" You shout from somewhere in the back. Moments later, you rush out, looking proudly at the glass vase full of colours you have now. You place it on a side table not far from the front door, so you'll see it when you come home.

"All ready?" He asks, holding his arm out for you to take. You nod, slipping your arm around his.

It feels like the most natural thing in the world.

His truck gleams as it sits outside your house, the dust and grime from hanging around the garage having been washed off.

He even put an air freshener around the rear view mirror. He can't decide if he likes it or not, but as long as you don't complain, that's all that matters.

Yandere!mechanic opens the passenger door for you and holds out his hand to help you get in the seat. As he looks at you, he wonders what gods he has to pray to tonight for you coming in to his life.

After making sure you're buckled in, he turns the knob of the radio to low and sets off towards the restaurant.

His hands are slipping on the steering wheel. He has keeps having to dry them on his jeans (a clean pair for once) and prays you don't notice. You hum along to the songs on the radio, seemingly oblivious. If you do notice, you don't say anything and, for that, yandere!mechanic is intensely grateful.

The scent of your perfume clings to the fabric fibres of the seats and floats around his head. He feels like he is being hypnotised. Warm summer air floods the cabin as he cracks open his window to stay focused on the road.

He has a bittersweet taste in his mouth as you finally make it to the restaurant. If he wasn't so nervous, he could've taken you right then and there. It's not like you could have gotten out - the doors of the truck were locked, of course.

He could've taken you home, your real home, with him.

For now, he is happy to play the game and serenade you all night.

The table is a window seat, looking out on the forest behind the restaurant. It's a truly stunning view, of lush green ferns and towering trees. You thought it was breathtaking, but yandere!mechanic wasn't looking at that. His chin rests on his hand, gazing longingly at you.

"This place is so beautiful," You exclaim. "How on earth did you find it? You've got a good eye."

He beams at your compliment, a giddy rush of excitement filling his veins.

"Always knew about this place, just never had a girl as gorgeous as you to take here," He muses.

Soon, your food comes and the rest of the date goes smoothly.

You find out he has a brother that lives out of town and that they rarely see each other. Yandere!mechanic tells you he has no other family. Wait. Does a cat count?

He shows you pictures of an adorable tabby cat on his cracked phone.

"Got her a few months back. She's only 6 months old herself," He chuckles. "Haven't got a name for her yet."

He finds out about your family, your job, and how long you'll be staying in this town for. You say you mean to leave in late August, and his leg starts jiggling under the table.

Absolutely not.

He'll find a way to make you stay.

He charms you as the night draws to a close and before you both know it, the truck is stopping in front of your house.

"Feels like we were here just a minute ago," You laugh. "I had a really lovely time tonight. I'd like to do it again sometime, but it'll be my treat."

Yandere!mechanic thickly swallows. He doesn't want you to leave, ever.

"Sure thing, sweetheart. I'll take you to your door."

You both walk up the steps to your front door, his hand splayed on the small of your back. As you unlock and open it, you turn back to him, leaning slightly forward on your tiptoes. He steps closer and slides his hand up the nape of your neck, grasping at the base of your skull.

The warm musk of amber envelopes your senses.

His breath fans your lips lightly as he comes closer, and the kiss you share is sweet. Your lips are so, so soft, beyond his imagination.

He will remember this moment for the rest of his life.

You pull away first, a flush of heat stinging your cheeks.

"Goodnight," You say sweetly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He feels his knees go weak.

"Goodnight, bunny."

He knows that he's not much, that there are better men out there that you'd probably be happier with. But he'll be damned if he doesn't try to give you the life you want, the life you deserve.

Whether that be willingly or not.

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.” 

"It was all his fault!" You think as you fume at the paperwork on your desk. Burning holes as if they'd magically ignite in front of you, but what you're really angry at is Sylus. Not exactly him, but the way he actually left when you told him to leave made you even angrier…

You didn't mean it. You wished he'd turn around and kiss you and slip his hand under your skirt and make love to you—but no, he's off subjugating enemies as a form of releasing frustration. 

It's that time of the month when Sylus oh-so-kindly lets you use his body like a toy. Yet you're in the middle of a fight, and both monarchs are too prideful to give in quickly. So you have no choice but to lie down after work to touch yourself on your shared bed. All you can do is imagine his thick fingers rubbing your clit, and closing your eyes to picture his annoying smirk. 

"I want to wipe that off his face by riding it like a horse." You thought to yourself as your back arches and your mouth opens sensually. Your fingertip touches your swollen folds, and you try to insert one finger, trying to remember how Sylus did it. But your attempts are met with disappointment because his skills are just that special. You can't quite replicate the feeling of him, so you just rub and stimulate your cunt in the best way you can. 

Frustrated whimpers bounce off the walls as your high begins to accumulate. Your vivid imagination pulls you in so much that you can't tell what's real and what's not anymore. It's like Sylus is really here; his large hand engulfs your body in a way that it's natural to unravel in front of him. "Hnnngh!" You let out a high-pitched whine, drool coming out of your lips as you repeatedly thrust upwards to get more stimulation out of your fingers. Repeated intrusions of your fingertips build one by one until you feel that tightness release from within. 

Relief washes over as you take a breath and lay your tired arm limp. How does Sylus not get tired doing all the work? Suddenly, you sense a presence in your room and your eyes immediately fly open, ready to fight. Then your eyes travel to the intruder's long legs, up to the bulge in his pants, and up to his red eyes that are filled with mirth. 

Sylus has very much enjoyed your little show and made no noise to not interrupt your self-session. 

"Missed me, sweetie? Is this your way of apologizing?" His tone was haughty, as if he had hit a jackpot coming home at the right time to see you in such a state. Your pussy facing him the moment he entered the door was a welcome sight. You were even kind enough to wet it for him to slide right in. 

You were frozen until he spoke, immediately registering what had just happened and refusing to show embarrassment on your face. "You can dream. I'm not apologizing because I'm not wrong." You cover yourself with your sheer nightgown, and you realize it's not doing much, so you resort to blanketing yourself. 

Sylus walks agonizingly slowly towards you, making you feel like a cornered prey that has no choice but to be eaten by the predator. The look in his eyes was giving off desire and a warning: You can run now. You can choose to leave and end this eye-fucking, but before you know it, Sylus is close to your face, and his arms are caging you between the bedframe.

"I don't even remember what we fought about." He whispers and kisses your lips, not out of lust but out of love, a certain tenderness reserved for you. "I'm sorry anyway because I made you upset. And I walked out on you when you clearly wanted to make up yesterday." 

You sigh, caressing his face, to which he rubs on your hand like a cat. "Don't worry about it. It's just my mood swings, and I'm pretty emotional these days." 

"Oh? Are you ovulating right now?" Sylus smirks as if he knows what it means, and you chuckle bashfully. 

"Are you gonna help me?" 

"Of course, I'm your husband" He groans near your ears and slides down the sleeves off your shoulder, exposing your naked top half to the air. A dry chuckle comes out of his throat as he sees your bare chest and wastes no time fondling them. You moan as he plays around, massaging and whispering sweet nothings to your ear. "You should do this more often. Not wearing anything underneath." He pinches your nipple as he says it, making sure his suggestion sticks. "Or you could wear nothing at all, much preferred." 

You grind against his hard cock, straining against its confines. Rubbing yourself, which Sylus responds to by rutting against your core. The dry humping goes on for a few minutes before you got impatient, and threw the useless nightgown you have on. Sylus follows suit, looking down at you as he unbuckles his belt and lets his cock free. His abs flex as he takes off his shirt and positions on top, naked bodies sending warmth to each other. His fingers slide down to your core, entering with one finger and then another to thrust upwards. You scream in pleasure, legs thrashing around as Sylus feeds on the expressions on your face.

"No one's ever as good at pleasuring you except me. Not even yourself. Remember that."

His thick fingers, rubbing against your walls and hitting the spot every time, bring tears to your eyes. You feel how unfair it is that he knows your body so well. "Sylus..." You call out for him, and he obliges, immediately pressing your lips together in a sloppy tongue clash as he speeds up his fingers to bring you to your orgasm. Your legs start to shake, and with one last thrust to your g-spot, your eyes go to the back of your head as you orgasm around his thick digits. 

"Fucking tight," He whispers

Sylus takes out his fingers and dives straight between your legs. His hungry licks bring out screams from you as he devours like a starved beast. Your legs are on his shoulders, and he's practically gluing his lips to your center. He was having a heated make-out session with your cunt as if a long-lost lover, and you could do nothing but gasp and moan in the warmth of his tongue. So you bury him deeper with your hand keeping him from rising, and ride out your incoming high while your slit slides in his nose bridge perfectly. 

"Sy… I'm going to cum!" 

You scream as he does tricks with his tongue to pull you to the edge. Juices then splatter in his face as you release another time, but with more force. Sylus's mussed-up hair comes into view, one eye closed, before opening both. It was clear that you had squirted on him, and this bastard was treating it like an achievement.  

He lingers between your thighs to scoop up your essence and brings them to your mouth as you suck and look at him seductively. Sylus groans as his cock impossibly hardens, resisting the urge just to insert it right then and there.

"Don't say anything," You groan into the pillows, and Sylus chuckles, adoring your mannerisms and how cute you look after cumming on his face. 

"As much as I love to do that again, I have a different kind of need right now." He has a pained expression on his face as he lets you come down from your own high. Kissing and soothing your body before letting you know that he'll enter you. "You should prepare yourself because you know I missed you."

You smile and take his face in your hands. "I missed you, too." Sylus smiles and kisses you. The thick head breaches your entrance, pushing against the resistance as you shiver and whine at the penetration. You lock your legs behind his back to keep him there, leaving Sylus no choice but to push himself deeper.

His thrusts start slow, as if saying sorry to make up for the stupid walkout he did. For leaving you alone when you needed him. This sex was pure servitude to you as his wife. All his feelings conveyed through his body spill out to give pleasure to you. Sylus pulls out a little and thrusts back in, making you whine as skin slapping sounds echo. His pace quickens once he makes sure all the feelings are out of the way. Splitting you open on his dick as your walls repeatedly expand to accommodate his size.  

"Nghhh-ughhh" Your pornographic moans are music to his ears. The feeling of being stuffed dumb by a big cock sends your mind spiraling in pleasure. His rhythmic thrusts completely swallow you. His hips buck into your cunt to be skin-to-skin and to drive deeper. Sylus's hands grip your sides from the involuntary jolting of your body every time the cock head bruises your g-spot. 

"Good kitten, you can take it," He groans because you were tightening on him like crazy. Pussy walls clench to welcome the thick intrusion alongside his brutal thrusts. Sweat forms on Sylus' forehead as he pounds you into the mattress, soaking the surroundings in body fluids. It was like you never wanted him to let go, and all he had to do was stay inside forever. You could stay like this forever—fucked out and free from empress duties. 

Your legs were tired and sore from hanging behind his back. You were about to put them down, but Sylus then sends a deep thrust, balls swinging against your ass every other second as a warning. 

"A little more." He rasped amidst the wet sound of smacking flesh. You were too tired to think about replying, just wanting to feel his warm cum after his cock finishes wrecking your insides. And so you clench on him as hard as you can, making his hips jerk forward in surprise that sends him straight to your spot. You screech in surprise, not expecting that to backfire on you, but now you really feel your lower belly tightening, and your pussy starts to throb in anticipation of the joined climax. Sylus equally feels the pressure pressing down his shaft, his eyes intent on bringing your high. 

Your walls start to flutter around him, and you beg to keep him going inside you, your vision starting to spin from the immense pleasure. Sylus obliges and sets out a final reckless pace before you shiver and let out a choked sob of his name. It was like a dam had broken, and your juices coated his thickness in a sticky essence. It left you trying your best to catch your breath as the man on top of you prepares to flood you inside. 

Sylus chases his release and soaks up the feeling of your pussy and your lewd expressions before stuttering his hips and locking himself deep to empty his balls inside you. He paints your cunt with warm cum. Your pussy muscles milk every drop of his seed, taking it as they always do. His eyes were closed while dumping copious amounts into you. Sylus gives light thrusts before pulling and watching it all come out of your abused hole. 

He scoops up some of that cum and pushes it back in, pressing his lips against your belly before coming up to your lips. 

"That was insane." You managed to breathe out in the middle of kissing, and he chuckles, kissing your forehead for good measure. 

"Rest for now, I'll clean you up." Sylus fixes your baby hairs that are stuck to your face, and you feel like giving in to the need to sleep. That exercise took quite a toll on your stamina. 

To his credit, Zayne was doing everything he could to ease the pain caused by his absence. He had texted you at least once every day to check in, and even got healthy meals delivered to the house to ensure you were eating. Once every few days, he made sure to carve out a few minutes in the evening to video call you. Even though he was doing his best, you felt like a part of you was missing all week and longed to have him back by your side. 

You sighed after checking your phone again and seeing no notifications. You had just finished your hunter’s assignment, leaving you strolling the city streets aimlessly. A rumbling resounded from deep in your gut and you stopped, blinking in surprise as you realized that it was just past lunch time. While weighing options for your late meal, an idea popped into your head. Maybe you could pick up lunch for you and Zayne and bring it to his office? A small smile graced your lips as you set off on your newfound mission. You couldn’t wait to see him again.

Food in hand, you made your way to his office, stopping to greet the staff members you recognized. You approached the front desk, smiling at the nurse as she waved at you.

“Does he have a patient right now?” She shook her head, gesturing for you to head to his room. You nearly skipped down the hall, the idea of seeing your love after such a long wait making your heart race. You stopped just short of his door, noticing it ajar and hearing voices from within. You peeked inside, wondering who the voices belonged to. Your eyes widened in surprise as you saw a young nurse you hadn’t met before standing behind his desk and next to him, peering over his shoulder at the bright computer screen in front of them.

“Oh my gosh, you’re so smart Doctor Zayne!” Her voice was giddy, and she laid a hand on his forearm as she spoke, a smile stretching across her cheeks. Something twisted in your gut. You pushed the door open, watching as both her and Zayne’s eyes flitted to you. You smiled at both of them, although it didn’t fully reach your eyes.

“Hi, Zaynie.” You greeted, the nickname rolling off your tongue sweetly. You couldn’t miss the way the nurse’s face fell if you tried. He smiled in response, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Who’s this?” Your tone was saccharine as you set the food down, gesturing to the nurse by his side. She quickly pulled her hand away from his arm.

“I’m Stella! I just started a week ago. Doctor Zayne here was being kind and showing me how to log into the hospital’s webportal.” You hated the way his name sounded coming out of her lips. If she never said it again you could die a happy girl.

“Since you know how to do it now, I’m sure you won’t need my help again.” His deep voice was smooth and nonchalant, betraying no emotion. To say Stella looked deflated was an understatement. She glanced between you two before backing up, saying quick goodbyes and leaving the room. Your eyes followed her retreating form, a sour look replacing the false smile that was on your lips. Once the door closed behind her, you fixed Zayne with a narrow eyed gaze as he circled the desk to approach you.

“You’re so smart, Doctor Zayne!” You mimicked, the words sour in your mouth. He lifted an eyebrow at your comment, but pulled you into his arms nonetheless. You felt the tension from earlier melt off your muscles as you nuzzled into his chest, wrapping your arms around his back. “I missed you so much.” Your words were muffled against his shirt. His hands were rubbing reassuring circles into your back as he hummed in agreement. You pulled back, closing your eyes and lifting your face. Zayne dropped his head, sealing his lips over yours, his mouth gentle and warm. You sighed contentedly into the kiss before pulling away, snuggling your head back into his chest.

“I see you brought us lunch.” You nodded, glancing up to catch the way the corners of his lips lifted into a small, but sweet, smile. “We shouldn’t let it get cold.”

As you sat and ate together, you couldn’t shake the bitter feeling from earlier.

“So, she’s new. I haven’t seen her before.” You started, taking another bite of the food in your lap. “Yes. I believe she started a week ago.” You made a small sound of agreement, remembering she had said that in her introduction. Your eyebrows knitted together in deep thought.

“Have you worked a lot with her since she started?” Zayne put his fork down as he chewed, seemingly processing your question. “Only during the day. Her schedule is a bit different from mine.” The bitter feeling burned in your belly. “You see her every day, then?” “Since she began working here, yes.” You didn’t feel like eating anymore. “Oh.” Your response was simple, betraying nothing. You knew he had a lot on his plate preparing for the upcoming surgery and the last thing you wanted to do was add to that. However, the thought that you hadn’t seen your lover in so long, and he had been spending his days with another girl, coworker or not, made a pit settle painfully within your gut.

“Are you alright?” You didn’t even realize you had trailed off, staring into a corner of Zayne’s office as you thought. You shook your head and smiled listlessly. “I’m okay, just tired.” “Have you been getting enough sleep lately?” You laughed. “The doctor pulling all nighters wants to know if I’m getting enough sleep?” Your tone was teasing as you spoke, your chest feeling warm as you realized he had been worried about you.

You jumped as the door to Zayne’s office opened, his small smile falling as his eyes moved to it. Stella walked in, holding a bundle of patient charts. “Sorry to interrupt your lunch, Doctor Zayne.” Your eye twitched as she walked past you, giving you a cursory nod and laying the papers down on his desk. “The other doctor asked if you would be able to go over these before your next appointment at three.” “Yes, that should be doable.” He hummed as he scanned the stack of documents. She smiled, before turning to leave, her eyes scanning over you like she was sizing you up. You could barely hold back your scoff.

After she left, you began gathering your things. “Are you leaving?” Zayne seemed surprised, given that you only had a few bites of your food. “Clearly you are busy with your paperwork and your new nurse, so yeah. I guess I’ll go see if Xavier is ready to do another mission.” The bite in your words was clear, and you walked out the door before he had a chance to answer.

Once you left the hospital, guilt began to build in your throat. You didn’t mean to snap at your boyfriend like that. What you really wanted to do was cuddle into his arms as he whispered gentle reassurances. You held back your feelings for fear of adding to the load he was carrying but it all came out anyway. You felt silly for getting so jealous. You weren’t in high school anymore. But you couldn’t help it. The way she smiled at him, and was so comfortable touching him, made you so upset you couldn’t stand it. 

You knew he was just trying to be professional, but a part of you felt like Zayne was entertaining her. You had no reason to feel that way, other than the anxiety that had been eating at you. If nothing else, Zayne loved you more than the stars in the sky.

You finally arrived home, mentally and physically exhausted from the day. You hoped you could call Zayne later to apologize for your behavior. Plopping down on the couch, you opened your phone and your favorite social media app. Clicking through the tabs, you ended up on the ‘People you might know’ screen. Your heart stopped when you peered Stella’s account at the top of the list. You hovered over the username before ultimately clicking it.

Most of it was normal posts, like pictures of her and her friends or some pretty scenery. However, the most recent posts were something else. The first one looked like a team photo of the Akso Hospital staff. You recognized many of the faces. As you zoomed into the photo, you noticed Stella wasn’t looking at the photographer. She had her head completely turned, and her eyes trained on your boyfriend. You felt rage build up inside of you. Screw apologizing to Zayne. Clearly he was entertaining her if she felt comfortable enough to be posting photos of him.

You glanced towards the front door as you heard it open. Zayne stepped inside, brushing stray snowflakes off of him. He looked up and saw you on the couch, eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise. “You’re home?” You asked, your tone dry. “Yes. The surgery got postponed a few days, so I decided to come home to spend time with you.” You rolled your eyes before going back to scrolling. “Are you sure you don’t want to spend time with Stella?” You muttered, bitterness lacing every word.

“What was that?” He was closer now, the smell of ice and his cologne filling your nose. You cursed the way you felt your panties dampen just from his scent. “I said, are you sure you don’t want to spend time with Stella?” You stood up, staring him right in the eyes, your gaze challenging. His green eyes twinkled in delight at your attitude. “Or did you get your fill from spending the entire week with her while you left me all alone at home?” He cocked an eyebrow at your words, the corner of his mouth turning up in a small smirk. “Are you jealous, little snowflake?” You narrowed your eyes at the use of your nickname, despising the way it made heat build in your gut.

“I have been neglecting you, haven’t I? Is that why you’re acting like such a brat?” Zayne reached out to take your hand, a few wispy pieces of his black hair falling in front of his eyes as he did so. You pulled your hand away quickly, leaving his arm hovering in the air. “I don’t know, is it? Figure it out, since you’re so smart.” You hissed, turning to walk away. Before you could take a step, you were hoisted into the air and thrown over Zayne’s shoulder.

“Put me down!” You shouted, battering your fists against his broad, strong back as he carried you to your shared bedroom. “I have to fix that attitude of yours.” He tossed you onto the bed, crawling over you as he loosened his tie. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you all of the attention I know you need.” Before you could protest further, he captured your lips, sliding his tongue inside of your mouth smoothly. He tasted cool, and minty, and it took every ounce of your power to not melt into him. As he kissed you, he began to pull at your clothes, breaking away from you only to tug your shirt off over your head. Pressing his lips back against yours, he shimmied your pants down your legs, until they fell off completely. You gasped into his mouth as his cold fingers skimmed your tummy, before coming up to cup your chest. Arching into the touch, you shut your eyes, rubbing your legs together to try and soothe the friction your core so desperately craved. 

Zayne broke the kiss, pulling away as he stared down at your face. His jade irises were shimmering as he took in your swollen lips, darkened cheeks, and dazed look. “Aw, is my poor baby already feeling needy?” You snapped out of your stupor, turning your head away, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. He chuckled in delight. “Clearly, I still need to show you what happens to good girls that want to act like brats.” He sat at the edge of the bed, grabbing your leg to pull you over his lap. You squirmed, not liking where this was going.

“You know how to count, right baby?” You scoffed at his question. You didn’t even have time to retort, before the palm of his hand was coming down on your ass. Jumping in surprise at the impact, you forgot to count. “Do I need to add for each one you miss?” You shook your head, a quiet ‘one’ tumbling out of your lips.

“How… how many?” Zayne hummed in thought as he soothed your sore bottom with a gentle rub. “I think given the way you were speaking to me, ten is fair, no?” Both of you knew you probably deserved a lot more, but Zayne had always been prone to spoiling you. You nodded, and counted dutifully as he swatted your behind, each swing feeling less painful and more pleasurable. By the time you got to ten, your pussy was soaked, and you were barely able to speak.

“T-ten…” You choked, breaths coming in short pants. Zayne sat you up facing him, your legs straddling him as he cradled your face in his hands. “Now what do we say to Daddy?” He stroked your cheek reassuringly as he spoke. “Thank you Daddy.” “Are you sorry for the way you acted?” You nodded, your head foggy with pleasure. “Good girl.” Zayne praised, leaning forward to press a kiss against your forehead. “Let me spoil you now. I’ll make sure you know exactly who I belong to.”

Now that you were soft and pliant in his hands, you let him lay you down on the bed gently. He grabbed his tie and carefully looped it around your wrists, securing them to the headboard. “Let me make you feel better. I’ll make it all go away.” He leaned down to mouth at your neck, reveling in the way your breath hitched and you squirmed. One of his hands left your wrists to ghost down your chest and tummy, stopping at your unclothed cunt. His fingers dipped lower, and he inhaled sharply once he felt how wet you were.

“I’m so sorry that I left you alone for so long... I missed my sweet girl.” Zayne said into your neck, his lips tracing a line down to your chest. Two of his digits slipped inside of your waiting hole, facing little to no resistance because of how soaked you were. You whimpered as he began working them in and out, curling in a ‘come here’ motion to touch that spongy spot inside.

Your back arched slightly, the stimulation causing a warm feeling to tingle throughout your body as pressure began to build in your gut. Zayne’s eyes trained your face, noting the twitch of your eyebrows and the way your lips parted to let a few moans slip out. He had always been studious, and had spent ample time getting to know your body and the parts of you that, when touched, could have you undone in an instant. After how you behaved today, he was stuck between leaving you on the edge all night or making you finish so many times that you forgot your own name.

He felt you clench onto his fingers, and decided to go with the latter. As he fingered you, he slid his body down the bed, until he was face to face with your dripping pussy. Continuing his ministrations, Zayne brought his mouth to your clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking tightly. You let out a sharp gasp, your legs twitching and threatening to close around his head. His digits kept pushing in and pulling out as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Ah, um… Daddy, I’m close!” You gasped again, whimpering as you glanced down and met Zayne’s intense gaze. He hummed against you, the vibration the final touch you needed to reach your high. You came with a squeak, panting as you gushed onto his fingers. Zayne continued eating you out until you stopped shaking, finally pulling away to sit up onto his legs. You stared at him, eyes heavy lidded with arousal. A wicked smile bloomed on his face.

“We aren’t done just yet, little snowflake.” Your eyes widened, and you began to tremble in anticipation at what he had planned for you.

You twitched and seized on his tongue for what felt like the eighth time. Your head was foggy from the stimulation and pleasure. Your insides ached, craving the feeling of his cock deep inside of you, but being continuously denied. Zayne lifted his head, panting, and pushed his fingers back inside of you. His lips and chin were covered in your slick, a few strands of his hair plastered to his forehead from the workout his jaw was getting. As he took in your fucked out state, a product of his consistent overstimulation, his pants grew even tighter around his already swollen dick. He didn’t think he could refuse you any longer.

“Please…” You begged, pulling at the restraints holding your wrists to the headboard. You wanted him inside of you so bad you thought you would die without it. “You beg so prettily, baby.” You swallowed a moan as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down, freeing his aching cock. You whimpered at the sight of it, trying to squirm closer. Zayne grabbed his dick, slapping the head against your clit a few times. He pulled his hips back slightly, lining up with your sopping hole, before beginning to push himself in slowly. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the stretch, a strangled sound tumbling out of you. You swore you came again just from him entering you.

Zayne threw his head back as he bottomed out, biting his bottom lip to suppress a groan. You felt so good inside, so warm and wet and all for him. “I can’t believe I survived without you for a whole week.” He whispered reverently, adoringly running his hands over your hips to your waist, and then moving in to grasp at your chest. His gaze tracked the gentle curve of your jawline, following down your neck and across your collarbones. Everything about you was so beautiful, he couldn’t stand it.

He began to thrust, slow and gentle. “It’s unfair how beautiful you are. So warm and wet and welcoming. It makes me want to give you the world.” He tweaked your nipples with his fingers as he spoke, his hips snapping against you rhythmically. “You deserve more than the world. You deserve the world, plus the moon, stars, and universe.” He let out a moan as he felt you tighten around him, your hips lifting slightly to meet him mid thrust. Dropping his hands from your chest, he brought them to cup your waist, using it as purchase to help pull him in deeper.

“Such a sweet girl, all worried about me while I am away at work. Like anyone could ever hold a candle to you.” You felt tears prick at your eyes from overstimulation and the syrupy words he was spilling. He bent down, capturing your lips in a messy kiss. Your tongues tangled together as Zayne groaned into your mouth, lost in how good it felt inside of you.

You felt a knot snap without warning, and you came again on his cock. Zayne froze, swallowing your whimpers in his mouth. He pulled back, cradling your face with one of his hands as he turned your gaze to meet his eyes.

“I’m going to cum now, baby.” After you nodded, he dropped his head to your shoulder, biting deep as he thrusted messily. It only took a few seconds before he was moaning into the bite, his hips stuttering against you. Zayne buried himself deep inside, pressing all the way to the hilt, making sure to cum as deep as possible. After holding himself there for a bit, he pulled his mouth off the bite, licking the mark to help soothe the ache. He pulled out, leaning up to untie your hands.

“Do your wrists feel alright?” He gently took them in his hands, turning them over to make sure there was no bruising. You nodded wordlessly, completely exhausted from your activities. Zayne laid down next to you, pulling you into him, your back pressed against his chest as you both laid on your sides. He brought one hand up to gently stroke your hair as he peppered kisses against the back of your neck.

“You did so well.” You hummed, eyelids heavy and already starting to flutter shut. “I belong to you my love, and I always will. Don’t forget that.”

i hope you guys enjoyed this! i luvvv zayne so much and we all know hes def a brat tamer so i wanted to make sure to do him justice! until next time <3 -kitty

You blinked. 

You immediately stopped watching the movie on the television, and your head tilted to look at Zayne, whose arms were crossed, leaning on the doorway. 

“Um, what?” Your brows knitted together as you watched his cold gaze lock on you. “Sorry, Zayne. I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Am I not satisfying you in sex?”

Your eyes widened slightly, feeling caught off guard by your husband’s question. “Of course you do, Zayne. Where is this coming from?”

“I am your husband and your primary physician, and I have your cycle memorized,” he firmly said. “Right now, you're ovulating. So how come you're not asking for sex?”

You immediately averted your gaze back to the television, unable to meet his darkened expression. “Um, it's not like that, Zayne. I can manage myself just f-fine.” 

“Really? Because as far as I remember,” You heard his slow, heavy footsteps approaching closer. “Three, four, and the previous months prior, you would initiate having sex during your ovulation.” 

You gulped. “I— I just learned how to handle it on my own.” 

“Why?” 

Your body trembled in nervousness, eyes staring at the television, trying to seek some comfort from the noise.

“Zayne, it's not really a big deal. I swear!” 

Zayne picked up the remote control and pointed it towards the television, immediately shutting the screen off into pitch-black. 

“That is not what I asked.” He sternly said, setting the remote control aside. 

He stood in front of you with his arms crossed, and you lowered your gaze to the floor, feeling yourself shrinking in front of him.

“I– I just don't want to bother you with trivial matters, Zayne.” You nervously fidgeted your fingers. “Your work is already physically and mentally demanding. I just don't want to add to your exhaustion…” 

Zayne’s cold gaze lingered on you for a while. “So you decided to endure and relieve it on your own?” 

“Zayne, it's just ovulation—” 

“It seems that you have reached conclusions on your own, and most of them are inaccurate.” Zayne interrupted. 

You noticed Zayne's body shift a little, making you look up.

“I can confidently attest that your assessment of my physical condition is incorrect.” 

Your eyes widened, seeing Zayne unbuckling his pants. 

“Z-Zayne? What are you—” 

“I’ll have to properly demonstrate it instead.” Zayne’s hand reached for his glasses, hastily taking it off and placing it on the coffee table. “Let's test whether your hypothesis is correct.”

“Z-Zayne— wait— Hngh!”

“Aren't you a big girl now? Then surely you can handle my cock just fine.” 

Zayne has been ramming his thick cock into you for at least three hours now, like a rutting madman. 

Your chest is pressed against the bed, and your face is buried against the pillow, your tears staining the white fabric. Your hips were limply raised, gripped by Zayne's strong, large hands to maintain support.

“Ngh— Zayne… more…” 

Your walls were gushing wet, and you could not distinguish whether it was from the stimulation or your cum, but it did not matter. All you could hear was the wet, unrelenting thwop, thwop, thwop. 

Zayne leaned closer until you felt his breath against your ear. “My love, you said you already relieved yourself enough. But look at you, still dripping wet.” His hands traveled to your breasts, gently squeezing them. “You wanted me to bury myself inside you so badly, didn't you?” 

Zayne, being a physician, already knew the answer. But would he pass this opportunity to remind you that only his cock would satisfy your thirst during ovulation? Of course not. 

“‘M sorry, Zayne… your— mhmp— feels too good…” Your tongue lolled, and your mind was in a haze, feeling Zayne’s thick length hit your deepest spots. 

"Cum, my needy wife." Zayne pounded you harder, and with one strong thrust, you squirted juices once again even before your mind could process it. 

Your legs trembled in pleasure, feeling Zayne halt for a brief moment. Then, you weakly tilted your head to the side, eager to see his face.

Just when you thought it was over, you felt his cock rubbing against your clit, still erect.

“Z-Zayne, we've been at it for hours, y-you just came back home from work earlier—” 

“No, my love.” He kissed your temple, gently turning you around, making you lie on your back. “We haven't finished the assessment.” 

You looked at him teary-eyed. “I— I believe you already.” 

“I disagree. The mere fact that you continue to express your concern when we're in the middle of the assessment clearly implies that I have not demonstrated enough.” He gently brushed his finger against your chin.

“Spread your legs wide open.” 

You were absolutely done for.

A faint sheen of warmth glistens at your temples and the delicate column of your neck, the natural heat of pregnancy lending you an ethereal, almost otherworldly glow. The sunlight pools in the hollow of your throat, traces the delicate curve of your collarbone, and illuminates the fine, nearly invisible veins beneath your delicate skin.

Amidst the soft, sultry jazz wafting through the air, you look nothing short of an art piece- a Renaissance painting brought to life, depicting the very epitome of domestic bliss. Your breathing is slow, even, the gentle rise and fall of your chest a hypnotic rhythm beneath the thin silk, your heart beating peacefully and soft snores leaving your lips.

You are luminous. Radiant. Almost unfairly beautiful in a way that feels private and forbidden- as if the men in this room have stumbled upon a goddess in her sacred bower, never meant for their mortal eyes.

Even in stillness, there is a weight to your presence- a quiet, gravitational pull that makes the room feel smaller, more sacred.

And they make the mistake of staring a beat too long.

“Stare any longer and I’ll have to take your eyes out.”

They jump and turn as Sylus steps in, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up and a scowl plastered on his face.

"Our apologies-"

"I do not require them. Take a seat."

He pays them no mind as he makes his way to you, stopping beside the couch and adjusting your throw to cover you properly. Long fingers brush a strand of hair from your cheek with unexpected gentleness, then smooth it back over the curve of your shoulder. You make a soft, sleepy hum, nuzzling into his touch without fully waking, recognising his familiar touch even in your deep sleep. A small, private smirk touches the corner of his mouth- possessive, almost tender- before it vanishes.

You were already having trouble sleeping, and now these idiots had to come and disturb you in your home, Sylus thinks bitterly before straightening up and walking to the wide desk that faces the couch, dropping into the high-backed chair with the casual authority and irritation of a dragon provoked and at the brink of his patience. But at least from here, he has a perfect view of your sleeping form.

Exactly how he wants it.

His red eyes fix on the very unwelcome guests. "Let us begin then."

But they are too distracted by your presence, and one of them is foolish enough to open his mouth. "Mr. Sylus, don't you think we should move the Mrs-"

"May I remind you," his eyes narrow "that you have barged into my home unannounced, like an ill-mannered heathen, and now have the nerve to order my wife around in her own house?"

"I simply meant-"

"You perceive my wife way too much for my liking. Perhaps you are unaware of what happens to the ones who set their eyes on a Qin woman."

The room goes still. The kind of stillness that precedes a storm- the air thick and heavy, charged with something dangerous that makes them shift uncomfortably in their twenty-thousand-dollar suits.

You would have to be living under rock to not know the reputation the men of Qin family carried of being dangerously unhinged when it came to their wives.

The other person- a silver-haired man with the sort of face that's used to being listened to- has the good sense to look down apologetic. “He meant no offense, Mr. Sylus. We are merely... concerned. The project requires your immediate attention and-"

"Get on with what you wished to discuss." Sylus interrupts his rambling. "I would rather have you all out as soon as possible."

The men, knowing better than to test his patience and end up with his pistol in their mouths, begin the meeting, with you sleeping away peacefully on the antique couch being the sole presence keeping the Onychinus head from losing his cool.

"You're being loud again" he murmured, his mouth at your ear "Someone is going to hear you"

"Fuck—" You tried to move your hips and his free hand pressed flat against them and held.

"Look at me."

Dark eyes, completely steady, watching your face with focused attention, like he had been doing it all night and had not yet found it boring.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked

"Nonono, don't stop," you begged"Please don't—"

He drove into you slowly and whatever you were going to say next didn't happen.

He had looked so different last night.

Five hours ago you were sitting at a bar nursing a lime soda, trying to remember what your own name was.

Four days of cardiovascular pathology pre reading. Four days of arterial diagrams and a highlighter that had run out on day two but you'd kept using anyway out of spite, leaving faint colorless streaks across pages you were probably going to have to re read again. Your shoulders were practically locked in a perpetual knot and your brain probably had the texture of wet cement.

You just needed one hour. One hour of not being a medical student.

The bar was quiet, three blocks off campus, a place that played jazz badly enough that nobody stayed for too long. You'd ordered a lime soda because you had an eight AM class tomorrow and because the last time you'd had gin on a weeknight you'd shown up to pharmacology smelling like a bad decision and your study partner had not let it go.

You were two sips in and staring at nothing when someone sat down two stools over.

Dark coat, slightly too nice for the bar. Hair that looked like he'd been running his hands through it repeatedly. He ordered a neat scotch, barely touching it, staring straight ahead like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He looked reserved, painfully polite when the bartender handed him his glass.

The jazz got worse.

"They really committed to the trumpet," you said, to the space between you. "I'll give them that."

He looked over. Startled, like he'd forgotten the bar had other people in it. Then something relaxed in his face and the corner of his mouth moved.

"The commitment is admirable," he agreed. "The execution is another matter."

His voice was a little rough at the edges, like it hadn't been used much today.

"First time here?" you asked.

"Is it that obvious?"

"You ordered the scotch and their scotch is really bad. Regulars know not to order it."

He looked down at his glass and then yours. "You're drinking lime soda."

"I have class at eight tomorrow."

"So do I."

"Then you're also going to regret the scotch."

"Probably." He didn't drink it. Just turned the glass slightly on the bar. "Is the lime soda better?"

"It's better than you'd expect for this price.” You held out your glass. "Try it."

He looked at the glass. Looked at you.

"Just a sip." You held it closer. "I'm not contagious."

He took the glass. Tried it. "That's better than I expected."

You took the glass back. "The jazz is awful but some drinks are good."

He almost smiled. Properly this time.

An hour later you'd discovered he was also in medicine and wouldn't say more than that. He wasn't shy exactly, more like someone who'd gotten used to not being asked.

You'd ordered another lime soda. He'd switched to water.

An hour later, outside, the night air felt cold, you stood on the sidewalk and looked up at him and the reasonable thing would have been to say well, nice talking to you and go home to get eight hours of sleep before the first day of a very important class.

"My apartment is two blocks from here"

He looked at you for a moment. "Okay"

The quiet reserved man who'd looked startled when you spoke to him lasted approximately as long as it took your front door to click shut behind you.

After that he was something else entirely.

He had your back against the hallway wall before you'd turned the light on, his hands finding your waist like he knew where they were supposed to go, mouth coming down on yours with a deliberateness that had nothing shy about it. He took his time. He was methodical in a way you hadn't been expecting and couldn't have prepared for, working through every response, adjusting, applying what he learned.

He kept you up until early morning. Multiple times. Your voice was gone by three AM, your thighs were shaking by four, and by five you'd stopped being surprised by anything he did.

By six you'd finally fallen asleep, briefly, against his shoulder.

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7:15am

"Zayne! Zayne, stop."

"Mmmm"

"I have class at eight. I cannot be late."

"You still have time"

His hips keep a slow rhythm, thumb tracing the curve of your jaw, tilting your face up to his. His eyes are dark and heavy lidded, completely unbothered by the time.

"I have forty five minutes and I need to shower and find my notes and eat something and I haven't peed since like three AM and I'm not getting an UTI because of you—"

"Just a little more," he whispers, lips brushing against your throat.

"I'm serious," you whine, though your body betrays you, arching up against him instinctively as his grip on your hips tightens. "I can't miss this. It's my first day of —"

"Shh," he cuts you off softly, leaning down to capture your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to make you gasp before his mouth slides down to your collarbone. "Five more minutes. You're fine. It feels too good to stop now."

"Zay—"

"Look at how wet you still are" he shifts his angle, hitting the exact spot that makes your brain turn to mush.

He rolls you over, pulling you back against his chest, his hand sliding down between your thighs while he fucks you from behind. The friction feels dirty and intoxicating. You bury your face in your pillow to stifle a scream when he fucks you harder, his breath heavy against the back of your neck. He holds you so tight against him that you can feel every single beat of his racing heart against your spine.

Twenty minutes. He ruins you for another twenty minutes, bringing you to a shattering, body shaking orgasm that leaves you breathless and tangled in the damp sheets. When he finally cums, he buries his face in your hair, his heavy body pressing you into the mattress as he lets out a ragged exhale.

Then, he lazily rolls over to his side, reaching for his watch.

7:42 am

He freezes.

​You turn your head slowly, watching as his brow furrows, eyes staring at the watch face. He blinks once. Twice.

​"What time is it?" you ask, voice cracked and hoarse.

​"It's 7:42"

​"Holy shit!" You sit up too fast and immediately regret every single decision you'd made in the last eight hours. You rip the covers off, almost falling out of bed as you scramble across the floor. "I'm going to be late! I'm going to be so fucking late!"

Zayne sits up rapidly "Where is my shirt?"

"I don't know." you are already across the room, yanking the closet open, pulling out the first things your hands touch. Jeans. Fine. Sweater. Fine. Socks, where were your socks? you had socks last night!

"Bathroom?" he asks.

"Through there, use whatever you need, just—" you are hopping on one foot getting into your jeans. "Don't use my toothbrush."

A pause from the direction of the bathroom. "I'm not going to use your toothbrush."

You grab your tote bag and start throwing things in. Notebook. Textbook —heavy, unnecessarily heavy, why were medical textbooks built like weapons?. Laptop. Charger. Pen. Another pen because you always lost the first one. Your student ID.

Zayne comes out of the bathroom, his clothes back on and his hair slightly damp. He lookes unfairly composed for someone who had approximately the same amount of sleep as you.

He opens his mouth.

"I have to run," you say, grabbing your keys. "Pull the door shut when you leave, it locks automatically. Don't let anyone in if they knock. Don't—" you pause, calculating, "—actually if anyone knocks just don't answer, my neighbor borrows things and never returns them"

He is watching you with an expression you don't have time to interpret. "Wait—"

"I'm sorry, I have to—bye, thank you, the door—"

You are already in the hallway.

The stairs take thirty seconds. The cold air outside hits you and you break into a run, bag bouncing against your hip, five blocks to the medical campus, the textbook inside the bag apparently made of fucking concrete.

Your thighs stage a formal protest around block two but you ignore them.

You hit the glass doors of the medical building at 7:58 and make it to Lecture Hall 3B with enough time to collapse into a seat in the middle row.

The clock ticks to 8:00.

You look up at the front of the room.

The podium is empty.

Other students are settling in, opening laptops, existing normally, having presumably slept normal amounts and done normal things last night. You push your hair back. Catch your breath. Tell your body to behave itself.

You pull out the textbook. Open it to chapter one. Anatomy and Hemodynamics of the Cardiac Muscle.

The door at the front of the lecture hall opens.

Quiet footsteps on the floor, the kind that don't rush. The room goes silent and a tall figure in a dark coat crosses to the podium and looks out at the room.

"Good morning."

You stop breathing.

That voice. You know that voice. It's the exact voice that called you good girl thirty minutes ago.

You lift your head from your textbook very slowly.

Dark hair, white shirt, perfectly buttoned, every button in the right place, no evidence of the last eight hours anywhere on him.

He reaches up and adjusts his glasses.

His eyes move across the room, row by row, and when they reach the middle section they find you immediately.

You watch him breathe.

Just once. Just a short arrested thing, his eyes stopping briefly on your face, your very flushed, still slightly out of breath face.

He clears his throat once.

"I'm Dr. Li," he says, and his voice comes out perfectly even, not a single crack in it "And I will be your professor for Cardiovascular Pathology."

​You are so fucked.

Idea inspired by this 👇🏻🩷🩷. Will there be a scene like this? Yeah🤭

I know, I already have too many wips but I couldn't help it😭