#blurb zone

Zayne usually always had some on him, the perks of working in a hospital with an endless supply of free condoms. But you figured the responsible girlfriend thing to do was to keep a box at your place, just in case. But maybe you hadn't thought that plan out entirely.

You almost feel a sense of kinship with men who've been sent to buy menstrual products, staring at an aisle of items you really don't know much about. So, you call the person you always call when you have a question.

"Hello?" Zayne's voice comes through after the first ring, because of course.

"What size is your dick?" You ask, thankful there's no one around to hear you.

"I'm sorry?" He sounds incredulous, though you know he heard you.

"Well, when you're hard. For the condoms. I'm kind of flying blind here. There's not exactly a size chart on these things." You inspect the back of a box just to be certain before putting it back. Cherry flavoured? Yuck.

"Oh. Well you'll have to grab a large. But it's not entirely necessary, I can pick up more at the hospital."

"If Yvonne sees you grabbing anymore condoms, she's gonna think we're sex addicts or something" It takes a minutes for the words to process, as you're busy scanning the boxes, trying to avoid things like "ribbed" and "glow in the dark."

"Wait...you're a large?" You hear him scoff almost incredulously.

"I'll try not to be offended by your surprise." He says, his tone flat as you laugh.

"Well, I'm just saying. Lucky me huh?" He sighs loudly, and you're sure he's pinching the bridge of his nose. Finally, you find a pack that looks good enough.

"Okay, these look good enough! Hopefully they fit you. If not, we'll probably have to do it raw." You say, relishing the choked noise you hear from the other side of the phone.

Zayne frowns at you, gaze flicking between your face and the photo album you're holding, currently open to a page of him as a baby.

"I believe I was an average size at this age." He notes, flipping to the next page. Sure enough, there's another picture of his chubby cheeked toddler face smiling toothily at the camera. Immediately, you coo.

"You were such a fat baby! I could just eat you up." As if to satisfy said urge, you squeeze his hand tightly, eagerly flipping to the next page.

This photo is one of his earliest, only a few months old in his crib. He can admit that he does look quite chubby in this one. Apparently, he was a large baby. You make an odd noise, practically squealing as you suddenly grab his face, squeezing his no-longer-chubby cheeks.

"Look how cute you were! I hope our babies are this cute." You sigh, pulling away from him to once again admire the photos.

Zayne however, is thinking at a mile a minute.

You had said "our" babies. Did you want children with him? Of course, he knew the two of you were in a moderately serious relationship and having children was likely going to be a topic of conversation eventually but still...

"I hope they look like you." He murmurs, leaning closer to smell your sweet perfume. You smile softly, mirroring his actions to rest closer to him.

Zayne freezes at your words, glancing over his shoulder at you. Your arms are crossed, clearly annoyed at his choice of clothing for the day. He glances down, trying to understand what the issue is. It's a fitted black turtleneck and a pair of slacks. What could be so wrong with it?

"You look too hot." You answer his unasked question, walking over to him with a pout on your face.

"It's quite thin. I won't overheat." He's still a little confused. Did you forget his evol keeps him cool?

"Not that kind of hot. Just...you look too sexy. It's bad enough you have a face like that. With this outfit? Someone would snatch you away in an instant." Your arms slip around his waist, hugging him almost posessively.

Heat begins to creep up his neck. Of course he was aware he was attractive, but it wasn't something he actively tried to be. Mostly he kept himself in good shape for the sake of his health, with the added bonus of your appreciation.

"Should I change?"

You sigh, hands beginning to slip under his shirt and trace the muscles of his abdomen. He tenses at the feeling, raising a brow at you. Still, he can't help but be flattered.

"It would be for the best. I think you could cause a car crash looking like this. And think of your patients! If you were my doctor and I had heart problems, I think I would drop dead the moment you walked in the door."

"I am your doctor."

"Exactly. Now go change. Put on a cardigan. Maybe two for good measure."

Riding Sylus is a daunting task. Everything about him is large and impressive. His cock is no different.

“God…” You’ve barely sunk down an inch and you need a break, resting your head on his shoulder. He rubs your back soothingly, the heat of him making you near dizzy.

“You’re doing so good.” He praises you, his gaze soft as he studies your pinched expression. He doesn’t offer to take over just yet. You’d insisted on this after all.

“You…your cock is so big.” You murmur, moving to sink down a bit more. His grip on your waist tightens, his jaw clenched. Sylus won't admit it, but you're practically torturing him with this pace.

"You can take it sweetie. Such a good girl." The adoration in his voice makes you clench, finally sinking down on his length. You both moan in tandem, your nails digging into the muscle of his arms.

"Knew you could do it." He smirks, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as you blink away the stars from your vision. He's so deep like this, so deep you can almost feel him in your throat.

Now you just need to move.

"C-could you help me a little?" You mumble the request, almost embarrassed. For once, Sylus doesn't tease you. Perhaps because he's just as desperate as you are.

The moment his hips jerk up into yours, you moan. He sets a steady pace, not fast or slow, just deep. Your eyes roll back as he pounds up into you. It's almost immediate, how quick your orgasm builds.

"S-Sylus oh my god!" You gasp, working your hips against his. You lean in to connect your lips to his, mostly to hold off from cumming so soon. It's a desperate, sloppy kiss, and it apparently has the opposite effect for Sylus.

"Fuck..." His head falls back, brows knit in pleasure as his cum fills you, spilling out and making an even bigger mess between your thighs. You slow your movements, eyes wide.

Zayne's movements cease, and you're quick to whine in irritation, glancing over your shoulder to figure out why he stopped. He's looking down in surprise, before meeting your eyes.

"The condom broke." He pulls out slowly, and you can't hold back your whimper. Clearly, it pains him too, given how achingly hard he is.

"That was our last one. I can make you cum with oral if you'd like. Or I can go to the store down the stree-"

You're sitting up in a flash, grabbing him and flipping your bodies so he's flat on the bed and you're above him. His eyes widen with shock, but you can tell it turned him on a little.

"B-both of those are gonna take too long. It's f-fine. We'll be fine." You lean in to kiss him as you sink down on his cock, but the sensation of it has you moaning into his mouth instead.

"Fuck we-we really shouldn't." He doesn't seem to believe that, his hips snapping up to meet yours. You gasp, sinking your teeth into his muscular shoulder to prevent yourself from nearly screaming in pleasure.

"We-we're married aren't we? Fuck the condoms I-I don't care any more just-oh god-don't stop!"

Your eyes roll back as he plants his feet and resumes his brutal earlier pace. It's almost embarrassing how close you are to cumming.

"Is that r-really what you want?" He pants against your heated skin, face flushed with pleasure as he brings you both closer. Just the sight on him makes you clench.

"I want e-everything you'll give me. Please?"

But you didn't know he ended up...like this.

"Hi." He pants, still out of breath as he pours himself a glass of water, immediately downing it as you gape at him. His hair is pushed back, drenched in sweat, as is the rest of him. His usual white long sleeve somehow clings tighter, and has gone nearly translucent. His abs are clear through the fabric, forcing you to wonder if he'd caused any car crashes running near the road.

You need his dick in your mouth right now.

He makes a noise of surprise when you sink to your knees, uncaring about how the cold tile will definitely leave bruises. You're simply too preoccupied with pulling down his shorts and laving your tongue along his balls.

"You don't w-want to wait till after I've showered?" He's not complaining, given the way he grips the counter and leans back to give you better access. You shake your head, swirling your tongue around his tip to taste the salty precum and nearly moaning.

"You're insatiable." He gasps, as if he hadn't eaten you out three times this morning just for looking pretty while you sleep.

"You love it." You mumble as his cock gets harder in your mouth. You hadn't bothered to work him up, too desperate to wait that long. But now that he's hard enough, your goal is clear. You need him to cum.

"I'm-fuck!" He gasps as his cum shoots down your throat, whimpering when your moan at the taste over stimulates him. You take your time pulling off, cleaning every drop off his cock. When you're done, you look at him through your lashes with a satisfied grin.

'Show me that cawk'

Your text lights up his phone, and the longer he stares, the more confused he gets. What exactly were you asking of him?

After a quick google search, he manages a slight grasp on the scenario. A calendar check confirms his theory for the reason you're asking for such a thing, and with that in mind, he's happy to oblige.

One might feel awkward taking nude photos for the first time. But of course, such a thing doesn't apply to Sylus. It's almost too easy for him to find a good angle, mindful to also include a sinful shot of just his abs.

He also makes plenty of use out of the bottle of massage oil in the nightstand.

After taking a dozen or so photos, and one short video, he sends them with the caption 'Does this satisfy you?' and sits back. You read it almost immediately.

And then...nothing.

For five minutes, Sylus waits. Doubt starts to creep up just a little. Perhaps the pictures hadn't been satisfactory. He hadn't included his biceps. Maybe you were mad?

'Come over. Quickly. Please. Can't cum without you.'

He doesn't bother getting dressed, never more grateful for his ability to teleport easily into your bedroom. You'd been expecting him to do so given the way you nearly launch yourself at him, shoving him onto the bed and clambering on top of him.

"Did you like the pictures?" He murmurs into your mouth, fingers sliding into your panties and making you melt into him.

"Is this another one of your pranks?" Sylus glances around for a camera, smirking when he notices your unamused face.

"I'm serious, Sy! If you want one, you should get one drawn up. I'd be happy to sign it so don't worry about that." You can see the moment he realizes this really isn't a prank, given the way the smirk slowly vanishes from his face.

"A prenup implies we'll be getting divorced in the future. Is that something you have planned?" His tone lacks it's usual mirth.

"Of course not. I just figured...you earned all this money. It's not fair for me to just take it if we were to get divorced." Your words make Sylus frown, and a flicker of irritation burns in his eyes.

"We won't be getting divorced." He says through gritted teeth, making you sigh.

"Sylus, I'm not naive. There's always a possibility that something could happen. Love is like that! Maybe one day you wake up and-and you don't love me anymore. You should be allowed to leave without having to wo-"

"No."

"...What do you mean no?" You echo, watching as he suddenly strides over to you, nearly crushing you in a hug. You pat his back gently, suddenly feeling like the tone in the room has changed. He squeezes you tighter, as if worried you'll fade away in his arms.

"There will never come a day where I don't love you. Never. You have half of my soul and all of my heart. Everything I have, everything I built, all of it...is for you." He murmurs the words into your ear, finally meeting your eyes when he's finished. You manage to nod, knowing if you speak too soon you'll likely burst into tears.

"Okay," You concede after a moment of silence, "No prenup."