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ZAYNE

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ knows exactly when your social battery is dying and gets you out of conversations; He notices when your smile starts to thin just a little too quickly in conversations, when your answers get shorter, when your eyes start drifting instead of really landing anywhere. He never interrupts you while it’s happening. He just waits until the exact second it becomes too much for you to keep pretending.

“Excuse me,” Zayne says smoothly when he finally steps in, appearing beside you as if he’s always been there. One hand settles lightly at your back, subtle enough that no one questions it, but firm enough that your shoulders immediately relax. Your coworker is still talking about some article she read, but Zayne’s presence quickly disrupts the rhythm of the conversation.

Zayne doesn't necessarily make it sudden or awkward, just gently redirects it, polite words and his calm authority wrapping around the conversation until it naturally dissolves.

And it's moments like that that make you so so grateful to be married to someone like zayne.

You barely even realized how much you’d been holding in until it’s suddenly gone, like someone finally loosened a tight knot in your chest. By the time you reach his car, the evening air feels colder than you expected. Zayne opens the passenger door for you without a word, like he already knows you’re running on empty.

You slide into the warm interior of his car, sinking back into the seat with a soft exhale, lashes fluttering shut for just a second longer than intended. “Thank you for that, zaynie,” you murmur tiredly as he settles into the driver’s seat beside you.

Zayne glances at you, the faintest curve forming at the corner of his mouth. His gaze softening as his green eyes flicker over your tired expression, brushing a few stray hairs from your face. “Of course, my love."

CALEB

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ automatically reaches for you when he's excited about something; Caleb has never been good at hiding his enthusiasm—though he's never had any desire to hide it from you. The second he's telling you a story, showing you something cool, or rambling about whatever has caught his attention that day, he's automatically reaching for you without even realizing it.

"Okay, okay, but listen, pips—"

One arm slips around your waist as he talks, pulling you against his side while he launches into whatever ridiculous thing he's currently invested in.

"The wing shape is designed like that for a reason. And if you look here—"

Caleb's excitement only makes him more affectionate. A hand on your shoulder. An arm around your waist. Pulling you closer every few minutes like he physically needs you involved in the conversation. Half the time, he isn't even aware he's doing it.

Too busy sharing something he loves with his favorite person.

And somehow, by the end of it, you've learned absolutely nothing about airplanes, but you've learned quite a bit about how cute your husband looks when he's excited.

XAVIER.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ steals your blankets subconsciously but gives them back immediately when you whine; Xavier has this unconscious habit of stealing your blankets like it’s instinct. It starts innocently enough: movie nights, late evenings, him sitting just a little too close until somehow the entire blanket ends up draped over him instead of you.

You don’t even notice at first.

Until you’re suddenly freezing.

“Xavierrrr” you mumble, tugging at the edge of the blanket.

He stirs slowly, blinking up at you like he’s just been pulled out of a dream. There’s a long pause where he processes absolutely nothing, then—

“…hm?”

“you're hogging the blanket, xavi.”

Silence.

"...Sorry, star."

Then, without argument or complaint, he shifts immediately. Still half-asleep and grumbling under his breath, he lifts the blanket off himself and drapes it back over you, carefully tucking it around your shoulders until you're warm again.

The moment he's satisfied, he settles right back down. His arms slip around your waist, pulling you back against his chest with a sleepy sigh. His face buries itself in the crook of your neck, warm and familiar.

Within minutes, his breathing evens out again.

And by morning?

The blanket will somehow be wrapped around him once more.

RAFAYEL

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ always checks your reflection before his own; Every time you pass a mirror together or find yourselves standing in front of your shared bathroom mirror: Rafayel's eyes find you first.

It doesn't matter if you're dressed up for one of his gallery openings or standing in one of his oversized shirts with your hair half done. His gaze always drifts toward your face before anywhere else.

Most nights, he'll wander into the bathroom while you're doing your skincare, drawn in by your presence more than anything else. You catch his reflection in the mirror as he walks up behind you, arms slipping around your waist before resting his chin on your shoulder. The embrace is loose and familiar, his attention seemingly fixed on your reflection rather than his own.

"Don't stare at me," you mumble, patting moisturizer into your skin. "I look dehydrated right now."

Then his arms only tighten around your waist. "Then you'll be my dehydrated, beautiful muse." He says sweetly, despite the teasing lit in his voice, which makes you roll your eyes as he presses a kiss to your cheek.

"I wonder if I'll still be your muse once I start shedding like a lizard."

Rafayel hums thoughtfully, resting his chin more firmly on your shoulder as he studies your reflection.

"Of course."

"Really?"

"Mm. Then I'd simply paint the most beautiful lizard in existence."

"...you're ridiculous."

Rafayel only smiles, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

"Anything for my muse."

Catching his gaze from the mirror, your smile softened into something warm and impossibly sweet as you turned on your heel, the silk shifting delicately with every step you took toward him. You padded over to where he sat, stopping right between his knees, and gently cupped his face in your hands. “How could it not be?” you started softly, sincerity threading through the playful tone.

Sylus's reaction was immediate — subtle, but unmistakable. His shoulders relaxed, and he leaned into your touch instinctively, like he’d been waiting for this all evening. The sight made your heart swell.

His hands slid up your sides in a slow, reverent glide before settling at your waist, fingers curving around you with a tenderness reserved only for you. “I have the sweetest, most generous lover—Who spoils me endlessly without hardly ever asking for anything in return.”

Sylus’s eyes softened immediately — that sweet, tender look he only ever gave you, the one that made your chest feel too full. His hands slid up your sides, slow and careful, like he was grounding himself in the moment, in you.

“I never would ask for anything more than your love,” he murmured, voice low but steady, carrying something deeper beneath the calm. He lifted one of your hands from his cheek, turning it slightly in his own before pressing a slow, reverent kiss to the inside of your palm — warm, soft, almost worshipful.

“Even if you never graced me with a single touch,” he continued, his lips brushing your skin for just a heartbeat longer before he let your hand settle back against his face. His thumb stroked your waist, gentle and sure. “I would do all of this and more for you without question.”

God he always had a way to make you swoon with just words alone.

Your breath caught, warmth blooming in your chest so suddenly it almost ached. The pure love and adoration in his gaze made butterflies stir low in your stomach, soft and insistent, like they were responding to him before you even could.

You leaned down with a sweet smile and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips — soft, grateful, lingering just long enough to feel the moment he exhaled against you, the tiny hitch in his breath, the way his grip on your tightened slightly, that told you exactly what you meant to him.

“I know you would,” you whispered against his mouth, your voice barely above a breath. “And I would too.”

A quiet moment settled between you — warm, tender, the kind of silence that felt like a shared secret. His hands stayed at your waist, thumbs brushing slow circles into your skin, eyes drinking you in like he couldn’t quite believe you were real.

Then you pulled back just enough to let a teasing smile curl at your lips.

“Which is why…” you said, voice dipping into that flirty, honey‑sweet tone he knew all too well, “I also bought something else you might like a bit more.” You paused, letting the words hang between you. “To show my… appreciation, so to speak.”

A slow smirk curled at Sylus’s lips — subtle, dangerous, and entirely too knowing. His brows lifted slightly, interest sparking in his crimson eyes like a flame catching.

“Oh?” he drawled, tone deceptively calm but threaded with unmistakable heat. “And what would that be, kitten?”

You let the strap of your current set slip off your shoulder just a touch — not enough to reveal anything, just enough to tease.

“Something I saved for last,” you said, grin widening. “A tiny surprise.”

Sylus’s breath slowed, his gaze sharpening with that familiar, slow‑burning hunger. His smirk deepened, eyes dragging over you with deliberate intent.

“Go on then,” he murmured, voice dropping into something warm and wicked. “Show me.”

Sylus watched you disappear into the bathroom with a giggle, his expression soft but curious, that familiar slow‑burn interest flickering in his eyes.

A few moments passed.

Then the door opened with a soft click.

You stepped out, framed by the warm light of the bathroom — wearing a pink and crimson baby doll set, delicate lace tracing every curve, paired with matching thigh‑high stockings that hugged your legs just right. The colors glowed against your skin, soft and romantic, but the confidence in your posture made it something else entirely.

Sylus went still.

Crimson eyes swept over you slowly, reverently, like he wanted to engrave the picture of you all dolled up like this in memory. And upon falling upon your legs you could practically feel the warmth in his gaze deepen into something molten, tender and hungry all at once.

You let a small, knowing smile curl at your lips.

“So,” you said softly, voice dipping into that flirty sweetness he could never resist, “What do you think, Sy?” You asked, those pretty lashes of yours batting at him.

His voice was low, velvet‑rough, threaded with a heat that made your heart flutter. “Absolutely breathtaking.”

Before you could even tease him for it, Sylus rose from the edge of the bed — slow, deliberate. His heavy gaze never leaving yours as he crossed the small distance between you, the air shifting with the weight of his attention.

When he reached you, he lifted a hand and gently brushed your hair away from your neck, fingertips barely grazing your skin. The touch was feather‑light, tender — yet it still had you biting back a sigh as your lashes fluttered.

“I hope,” he murmured, leaning in just enough for his breath to warm your cheek, “you had the foresight to buy more of these sets.”

Your lips curved, playful as you caught his eyes. “Oh? You like this one that much?”

As you spoke, your arms lifted almost instinctively, sliding up around Sylus’s neck. Your fingertips brushed the warm skin just beneath his hairline. His hand slid to your side, warm and steady, thumb tracing a slow, deliberate line along your waist as he hummed in quiet approval. The sound alone made your stomach flutter.

He dipped his head, lips brushing the shell of your ear — not a kiss, just a promise, a whisper of warmth that made your breath catch. “Because,” he whispered, voice dropping into something darker and playful , “I doubt you’ll be able to wear this one again after tonight.”

“Kitten,” he murmured, voice low enough to vibrate through you, “I've never once been one to struggle to keep up with you in any capacity."

You felt his breath ghost along the shell of your ear—warm, slow. You'd be lying in saying it didn't stoke the fire currently building fast in your core. His lips hovered just shy of your skin, close enough that you could feel the shape of them, the heat of them, but not the kiss you were waiting for.

Still not yet.

"Yeah?" Your fingers curled against the edge of the display case, a tiny, involuntary reaction you hoped he didn’t notice. "Well it sure seems like it tonight."

He noticed.

Of course he did.

His quiet chuckle brushed down your spine like a fingertip. “There it is,” he whispered, lips still not quite touching you. “I was wondering how long you were going to keep this attitude up before you started to crack."

You swallowed, pulse fluttering.

“You've been wanting me to give in to you all night, haven’t you?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to. The silence between you thickened, warm and charged, your bratty confidence wavering just enough to make his smirk deepen.

He leaned in—slow, slow, unbearably slow—until his lips grazed the corner of your jaw.

A ghost of a kiss.

Barely there.

You exhaled shakily, eyelashes fluttering, and he just smirked against your skin without giving you so much as a peck.

“Still wanna keep this up, kitten?” he murmured, his velvety voice so low and rich it nearly made your eyes flutter shut on instinct. You felt his lips trail down the line of your jaw—slow, deliberate—each barely‑there brush leaving a streak of heat in its wake. By the time he reached your neck, your breath was already catching, and when he finally pressed a kiss to that spot he knew unraveled you, a soft moan escaped before you could swallow it down.

His smile ghosted against your skin.

“Or…” another kiss, warm and maddeningly gentle, “do you want to say what you’ve been wanting since we started this date,” kiss, slower this time, “so I can give you what you want."

CALEB.

"Cmon pips, you gotta speak clearly if you want him to hear you right?" Caleb said lowly against your ear, the tone of his voice dangerously calm as he pumped two long digits in and out of your puffy cunt. Your back to his chest, hand shaking as you tried to keep your phone steady as you talked.

The scene was so lewd, you'd think you were in a cheap porn flick.

Your legs were spread wide, panties pulled to the side revealing a sticky mess that glistened all over Caleb's fingers. Thighs shaking and trembling as you resisted the urge to buck up into the thrusts of his fingers and keep your voice stable for just long enough to get this guy off the phone.

"Hey, good to hear from you," Jake's casual tone came through the speaker, oblivious. 'Just checking if you're free this weekend? Thought we could grab drinks." Caleb's lips curled into a sneer against your neck, his teeth sinking in just hard enough to mark as he sped up, fingers pumping faster, the wet squelch of your arousal filling the room. Your hips jerked involuntarily, a gasp escaping before you could stifle it.

"I-I... uh..." Words fractured as Caleb's thumb ground down on your clit, circling viciously, building that coil of heat in your core until your thighs quivered. He leaned closer, breath hot and commanding. "Tell him no. That you're not interested. Now." His fingers twisted inside you, hitting that spot again and again, making stars burst behind your eyelids and your back arch away from his chest. You bit your lip bloody, trying to focus, but your voice came out in a strained whimper. 'N-not... not interested, Jake. S-sorry.'

Jake paused, confusion lacing his reply. 'You okay? You sound..off.' Caleb chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through you as he ramped up the pace even more, fingers slamming in and out, his palm slapping wetly against your mound. Your pussy fluttered desperately, slick dripping down his wrist, the obscene sounds barely masked by your ragged breathing. 'Keep going,' Caleb hissed, nipping your earlobe. 'Tell him you have me."

Tears pricked your eyes, pleasure and pressure mounting as you fought to speak. 'Y-yeah, I'm f-fine... just... I have a b-boyfriend. He's... he's taking me out t-tonight. So... no.' The words tumbled out in broken bursts, each one punctuated by Caleb's relentless thrusts, your clit throbbing under his thumb's assault. Your free hand gripped the sheets, knuckles white, as your body betrayed you—walls tightening, on the edge of shattering.

'Whoa, didn't know that,' Jake said, a hint of disappointment creeping in. 'Well, if things change—' Caleb cut him off indirectly, his fingers curling harder, faster, forcing a choked moan from your throat that you disguised as a cough. 'Only contact me if it's for work!' you blurted, voice cracking as the orgasm loomed, your pussy spasming around Caleb's invading digits. 'N-nothing else. Bye!" You smashed the end call button, phone tumbling from your grasp as the dam broke.

Caleb's laugh was triumphant and cruel, his hand not slowing for a second. 'That's my good little girl. Now make a mess for me—show me who this body belongs to.' He pinched your clit sharply, fingers hooking deep into your g-spot, and you shattered, crying out as waves of ecstasy ripped through you. Your pussy gushed around him, soaking his hand and the bed below, body convulsing in his unyielding grip. He didn't stop until you were a trembling, sobbing mess, then finally withdrew, licking his fingers clean with a possessive smirk.

"'No one else gets you. Ever."

ZAYNE

“Tell me,” Zayne said evenly, breaking the silence of your shared bedroom, voice steady and controlled, “how many warnings did I give you today about your behavior?”

Your stomach dipped.

It couldn’t have been that many. You were a bit more..forward today, but that's only because Zayne had been too busy for you all week and you wanted to tease him a bit! He had to know that...right?

You parted your lips, hesitating before answering, the confidence you’d worn all night finally wavering. “One… or two?” you offered softly. “I wasn’t exactly counting. We were having fun today—”

“Three,” he corrected calmly.

The word landed heavy between you.

Your thighs pressed together instinctively, breath hitching as his gaze stayed fixed on yours, unreadable. He pushed off the bedroom door then, unhurried, took a few steps toward you measured and deliberate. The sound of his shoes against the floor seemed too loud in the quiet room, your pulse thudding louder with every second he closed the distance.

“I only gave you three,” Zayne continued, stopping in front of you, “because had you chosen to behave, that’s all you would’ve needed.”

His hand came up, fingers firm as they cupped your jaw, thumb pressing just beneath your chin. He tilted your face upward until you had no choice but to look at him.

“But, you decided not to,” he said simply.

Your breath caught.

“Flashing me in the boutique, feeling me up while I was on a business call.” Zayne went on, his voice even and calm. “Teasing me at the restaurant like you wanted everyone to notice.” His thumb traced a slow, grounding line along your jaw. “With everything you did today, I could’ve given you ten warnings and still had reason for more.”

His gaze sharpened just slightly. “And you knew better each time — didn’t you?”

Your eyes dropped on instinct, heat blooming in your cheeks as you nodded.

Zayne’s grip tightened just enough to redirect you, tilting your chin back up to look at him. “Use your words,” he said quietly.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“And yet,” he continued, “you did those things anyway?”

You hesitated, heart racing, lips parting as if you might try to argue your way out of it. His brow lifted a fraction — not impatient, just expectant.

Your shoulders softened.

“...yes,” you admitted.

“And you understand,” he said, voice lowering, “what happens when you misbehave?”

“…Yes,” you whispered, submitting at last.

“Good.”

The word was followed by something unexpectedly gentle — Zayne leaned down and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to your forehead. The tension didn’t disappear, but it shifted, coiling tighter instead of snapping.

Then he sat down beside you on the bed, one hand resting at your waist.

“Across my lap,” he said calmly. “On your stomach.”

-

Your hips jolted with each crack of Zayne's hand on your ass, which was surely pink and raw by now. Cheeks stained with light tears, despite the drool of your aching cunt tha practically screamed for some attention too.

“T-twenty!” You whined out, voice muffled into a pillow. Thighs shaking with sensitivity as your whole body twitched. "Z-zaynie m'sorry please.." You whimpered, hips squirming in his lap with need.

Your every nerve stood on edge as you felt his palm hover just above your stinging skin, the aftershocks still rippling through your body. "Sorry for what, exactly?" Zayne's voice was low, steady, cutting through the haze of your whimpers like a blade. His fingers traced the edge of the reddened flesh of your ass lightly.

The touch was electric, making you jolt forward, your breasts pressing into the mattress as you buried your face deeper into the pillow. "F-for... for being bad," you stammered, voice muffled and thick with unshed sobs. "For acting out today, you warned me a bunch and I didn't listen. M'sorry baby." Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, muscles quivering as you fought the instinct to rub them together for any scrap of relief. Knowing that even if you dared — the chance of you actually orgasming tonight would be eviscerated.

Your let out a soft exhale as you felt a gentle kiss pressed to the heated curve of your ass, Zayne's lips lingering there with a tenderness that contrasted the lingering sting. The warmth of his mouth soothed the raw skin, sending a shiver up your spine that made your pussy clench with renewed need.

Zayne's hand resumed its path, rubbing slow, firm circles over the reddened flesh, easing the burn without fully erasing it. 'Good girl,' he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and reassuring. 'I know you're sorry. You've taken your punishment well.' His voice wrapped around you like a blanket, soft yet commanding, pulling a whimper from your lips as his fingers dipped lower, brushing the slick folds of your pussy. He didn't push inside, just teased the entrance with feather-light strokes, gathering your wetness and spreading it up to circle your clit once, twice, making your hips buck involuntarily.

'Z-Zayne...' you gasped, face still half-buried in the pillow, tears drying on your cheeks as fresh heat built in your core. The gentle touch was torture, heightening the sensitivity until your thighs shook harder, muscles straining to stay still. Your ass pressed back toward him instinctively, seeking more of that soothing contact, while your pussy fluttered emptily, walls contracting around nothing. "P-please 'need you zaynie."

Zayne chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he helped you slide off his lap, guiding you to sit up beside him on the bed. His eyes met yours, dark and intense but softened by affection, one hand cupping your cheek to thumb away the last traces of tears. 'I might have forgiven you, sweetheart. However—I still need to see how sorry you are.'

His tone was calm he patted his thigh once more, then pointed to the floor in front of him. "On your knees. Show me."

Your heart pounded, a mix of submission and eagerness flooding you as you slipped off the bed, knees hitting the soft carpet with a muffled thud. The position made your sore ass brush against your heels, reigniting the sting and drawing a hiss from your lips, but you ignored it, focusing on him. Zayne leaned back slightly, legs spread, his cock visibly hard and straining against the front of his pants, the outline thick and promising. You crawled forward on your knees, hands resting on his thighs, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"I'll be so good for you, promise. I won't misbehave again. Let me make it up to you sir..."