#sub zandik

Yet there you both were, drenched and stranded in a fucking cave, too far from the city for you both to run back. His neatly combed hair was damp, sticking to his head as he tried to repress the need to mutter his grievances out loud. It was a repulsive, creepy habit, or so he’s heard. Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. His parade had been rained on, and not just metaphorically.

He was only pulled out of his thoughts when he noticed you shifting almost uncomfortably, and that you were staring straight into his eyes. You were saying something, the sound of your voice almost completely drowned out by the sound of the rain.

“What?” He asked almost snarkily, mood far too dampened to keep up his facade.

“I’m sorry,” You tried again, and Zandik’s expression moulded into one of confusion. If you were messing with him, he’ll make you regret it, no matter how much he liked you. “I know you put a lot of effort into this, and… um… I was really excited for our date too.” He didn’t know what he was expecting you to say, maybe a jeer, a statement to shame him, anything but what just came out of your mouth. He wasn’t going to be forward with his feelings, still, just to be cautious.

“I’ve always liked you.” Oh. Nevermind.

“And, uh… you’re very charming.” The tension in the air seemed to thicken as he almost glared at you, scarlet eyes almost shining in… amusement?

“You think so?” He sounded happy, the slight manic tilt back in his voice as he grinned. Oh, you just confessed your feelings to him! Without any of that persuasive swaying he’d planned to do! What he felt that that moment could’ve killed a man. You smiled back at him, and gosh, it sent an arrow through his heart. This was all he’d dreamed of since he laid eyes on your beautiful figure.

“Can I kiss you?” He hadn’t even processed that he was nodding before you leaned in, making Zandik freeze up. Thousands of thoughts raced through his head as he finally felt your lips press against his, and he was almost in a daze. Countless trees with both your initials carved into their trunks boiled down to this moment in the end, and he can’t say that he regretted a single thing. He was grateful that he was sitting down as his knees went weak from your kiss, trying to reciprocate as he tried to calm his beating heart.

It was obvious that this was more or less his first time kissing anyone, and you couldn’t help the way your heart leapt for joy at this. Your skin was hot and you jumped when his icy fingers found themselves around your waist, pulling you in almost desperately. His hands were all over you, grabbing and clawing at your flesh hard enough to sting.

His actions were slightly forceful as he held you flush against his own body, and you could start to feel the impressive bulge in his pants. He moved with what could only be described as fervour, drinking in every inch of you as you undid his belt and pants easily. There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes as you pulled his underwear down, freeing his cock and causing him to sigh in relief. He was nothing short of glorious with a happy trail hidden just beneath his wet shirt. You’ll put him to good use.

“This is your first time, right?” You asked, him nodding in an uncharacteristically shy way. What were you going to do with this information? You smiled at him, taking off your own underwear as you settled back onto his lap. His eyes were wide and if not for the lack of lighting, you’d see his almost scarily dilated pupils, admiring you as if you were nothing short of a wonder. He could just barely see the outline of your figure, glistening under the moonlight, and you looked ethereal. “I’ll ride you. As a treat.”

He wiped his still-damp bangs from his face to watch you closely and clearly as you reached a hand down, finger circling your hole before pushing a finger in. Then another. Zandik just kept watching, dick throbbing everytime a moan escaped your lips.

“Can I?” He stammered, his breathing shallow as he reached for you. You used your free hand to swat his away playfully, causing a lick of frustration to taint his face.

“Next time” was all you said before taking your fingers out and aligning his dick with your hole. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when you pushed the head of it in, a sharp gasp escaping his lips when you continued, not giving him a break.

“T-Tight! Fuck!”

He doesn’t realize he’s cumming as he whimpered, nails digging into your hips, head tilted back and jaw dropped open. This feels better than anything he’s ever imagined! Pure pleasure flooded his senses and you felt his cum fill up your insides, laughing in disbelief at his sensitivity.

“For someone with such a cock, you really don’t know how to use it,” you teased, wiping away the single tear on the corner of his eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Again,” he demanded pathetically, weakly thrusting up into you, only to bit back a soft sound. At least he had stamina. You obliged, lifting yourself up before seating yourself back onto his cock, making him whine out loud. He was already so fucked out before you did anything, and it just caused your arousal to pool. As he wanted you to, you began riding him, placing soft kisses on Zandik’s bitten, swollen lips.

When you first met, you would’ve never dreamed of being able to fuck him like this. He was always quiet and kept to himself, surrounded by mysteries, a handsome smile on that equally handsome face when he greeted fellow scholars. You think that you quite liked that, as much as you liked the lewd, teary face he was making.

“I’m gonna make you mine,” you cooed, pushing the digits you fingered yourself with in the man’s mouth, stroking and playing with his tongue. “Make you feel so good that you’ll never want anyone but me.” The possessive words made Zandik’s head spin with giddy delight as he nodded, pushing your fingers even deeper into his mouth.

Garbled words that sounded like “good” escaped his lips as he thrusted up into you with all the strength he had left, the sound of skin slapping skin bouncing against the walls of the cave. You were so close, so goddamn close-

“‘M cumming!” He shouted out, biting down on your fingers so hard that if you were of clear mind, you’d be worried that they’d snap right off. Only, you weren’t. The pain shot right to your core as you cried out his name, clamping around him as your vision blurred. You fell against his chest, hearting his heart beat rapidly as the pleasure hit you both in waves.

What was he thinking for his heart to beat this way?

You raised your hand, flipping it over and over again to look at the teeth marks on them. They scarred a long time ago, but never really went away. Over the scars, barely hiding them, was a glittering, silver ring, the hues of the gem just like that of his eyes. He noticed it, groaning with slight annoyance. “I get that you like them, but we have work to do.” He asked, rolling his eyes.

“It’s kinda like a promise ring, don’t you think?” He couldn’t deny that he liked the idea.

“Weirdo.”

His behaviour was almost exemplary, suit always ironed to the point that there wasn’t a single crease or wrinkle. He sat up straight, brows sometimes creasing as he stared at the screen of his laptop, muttering to himself. It was one of the only observably weird things about him, though it’d just be weirder if he was perfect and completely flawless.

With all of that in mind, he was a very attractive man. He had an impressive build, clothes always fitted to his form to show off his physique. You dared say that you fancied him, and that he felt the same way. At least, he felt positive enough about you to be sneaking glances at you throughout the day.

He was mysterious, and that was why you loved learning new things about him.

When you went to the party one of your coworkers had organised that day, he was the last person you’d expected to see. Your eyes met across the room, and he looked away quickly, as he always did, making you smile. “I’m not fond of parties”, he’d told you when you asked him about it a few weeks back, yet there he stood, trapped in the area where all the action happened.

You also didn’t expect him to be a lightweight, actually getting drunk from the alcohol as he was egged on to down even more of it. He was staggering around, his mask of politeness dropping every now and then as he too started to let go of the professionalism.

Though, what you didn’t expect most was your night coming to an end with you and him in the bathroom, in a single stall together. About to fuck. He was kneeling between your legs, cheeks flushed from the alcohol as he looked up at you. His pants rubbed against the dirty floors but he couldn’t care less about hygiene at that moment. His cock was already pitching a tent in those tight pants, and he resisted the urge to squirm underneath your gaze. So perfect that you couldn’t wait to ruin him.

You used your foot to nudge his legs wider apart, and he let you, an almost bashful expression on his face that made you want to tease him more. You cupped his chin, making him meet your eyes as you stepped on his cock lightly. He let out a soft whimper, shifting closer to you. You didn’t think he’d be this tame while drunk, but the way he pressed his face against your own bulge proved you otherwise. He was breathing hard, inhaling your scent as he licked it through your pants.

Getting the memo, you laughed, taking a moment to free your cock lazily. You prodded at his lower lip, getting him to open his mouth as you slapped your cock against his face repeatedly. The condescending action had him breathing heavily as you looked him over. The calm, composed gentleman you always knew, on his knees with his suit wrinkled and a mess.

“Zandik…” you groaned, and he understood what you wanted to say, letting go of your thumb to take the tip of you into his hungry mouth. He was lewd and eager, your cock already hitting the back of his throat after a few seconds. It couldn’t have been comfortable, but he didn’t seem to care much. His eyes rolled back and his legs spread themselves more. From the way his head bobbed and his tongue move, you knew that it wasn’t his first time taking dick.

You tangled your hand in his hair before forcing his head down, his surprised whine muffled as he felt tears spring to his lashline. His hands were grasping at your ankles, pushing the foot on his cock down further. You obliged, tracing the shape of it with the toe of your shoe before pressing down. Zandik’s reaction was immediate, moaning around you as you stimulated his sensitive body. He only became more wrecked as you applied more pressure, thighs clenching and back arching. He bucked up into you, writhing needily under your strength. Precum had started to ooze out of the fabric of his pants, staining the underside of your shoe. Neither of you could care less as your actions sped up, his delicious sounds crescendoing as he felt the welcome sensation of an orgasm creeping up on him.

You tried to pull his head off of your cock as got closer, not sure if he was accustomed to someone cumming down his throat, yet he resisted, throat and mouth alike tightening around you. He moaned, deep and guttural when he came humping your shoe. You weren’t far off either, pushing his head flush against your pelvis as ropes of cum shot down his throat, making him choke and sputter. You were lucky that he didn’t feel like throwing up in the middle of the blowjob.

Neither of you moved for a while, and the realisation anyone could’ve heard the both of you made your heart beat quicker. Zandik was still slightly intoxicated, head resting against your thigh as he panted.

“Can’t believe I just fucking did that,” he rasped, and you think its the first time you’ve heard him swear out loud.

“We could continue doing it. Somewhere else.” He glanced at you, starting to stand himself up again.