Pearl

you watch zayne roll his sleeves upto his elbows, his eyes watching you on the bed.

right by your head is a tiny jar of small heart shaped sugar candies. you tilt your head, leaning into the mattress with a knowing smile. “you’re looking at me like you’re going to run an experiment, doctor.”

“not quite,” zayne murmurs, voice dropping to a velvety purr. he reaches into the jar and pulls out a tiny sugar heart. “but, i think you’d quite like what we’re about to do.”

he doesn’t place it on your skin right away. instead, he slides his large hand behind your neck, lifting your head slightly, and presses the cold candy right between your lips.

“open,” he commands softly.

the second the sugar hits your tongue, zayne leans down at covers your mouth with his.

the kiss is deep and heavy, his warm tongue immediately tangling with yours to melt the candy between you. the sweetness coats your mouth, turning his kisses completely frantic. zayne groans into your mouth, sucking on your tongue and holding your tighter until you’re whining for air.

when he finally breaks away, his green eyes are dark and incredibly hazy.

“so sweet,” he breathes, his thumb wiping away the sugary saliva from your bottom lip. “i think the rest of your body could use a dose, yes?”

and so he does it. zayne places the candies all over your body- carefully sucking, biting and kissing his way down. you moan and twist your body, unable to bear his sweet, sweet torture.

“z-zayne...” you whine.

he simply moves lower, trailing wet kisses down your chest. you arch your back, your thighs parting automatically as you ache for him, but zayne gently clamps his hands on your knees, keeping you still.

“behave,” he chides.

zayne takes a few more candy hearts and presses them right against your slick, swollen clit. you let out a loud gasp, your toes curling into the sheets at the feeling of cold candy against your heated core.

“ah...zayne..p-please...” you whimper, hips jerking up instinctively.

“look at me,” zayne requests, his voice dropping to that thick register that always makes your cunt throb. he holds your thighs open, watching the way the candy hearts melt into your glistening folds. “let it dissolve. you look so beautiful right now.”

you obey his words, looking up at him with tears in your eyes as you spread your legs wider for him.

“such a good girl,” zayne whispers, his serious front breaking at the sight of how much you want him. “so sweet for me.”

he buries his face between your legs. his warm tongue swipes flat and heavy over your clit, swallowing the melted sugar and your wetness in one deep, greedy stroke.

a loud broken cry rips from your throat. zayne dosen’t hold back, your sobs of pleasure only motivating him to suck harder. his mouth suctions over your swollen cunt, tongue moving in a fast relentless rhythm. the mix of the sweet melting candy and his hot mouth is overwhelming.

“zayne! ah-h...i-i’m coming!” you let out, fingers tangling into his raven hair.

zayne simply hums into your skin, his hands tightening on your thighs to completely drink you in. the deep vibration of his voice against your cunt makes drives you straight over the edge. your body shatters into a violent climax, walls pulsing hard.

he stays right there, licking through every wave of your release until you are sobbing from the sheer pleasure.

​when he finally crawls up your body, his lips are wet and his eyes are soft with satisfaction. He presses his heavy frame against yours, capturing your mouth in another deep messy kiss that tastes entirely of you and sugar.

​“zayne..” you breathe out, completely wrecked and shaking under his weight.

"What if i were? What if i died right here of low blood sugar because my wife refused to let me have one macaron?” The seriousness in his voice might have fooled anyone but you.

"Stop being dramatic. You’re not going to die of hypoglycemia just by skipping one macaron right after your dental appointment.” With that said, you snatch the plate from his hands and head straight to the kitchen to hide them somewhere he can't find.

When you come back to the living room, you see Zayne lying on the couch with his eyes closed, body still. “Zayne, are you okay?”

A small smile appears on his face at your concerned voice and you roll your eyes. You can't believe what lengths this grown ass doctor with a prestigious medical degree could go for sweets.

You decide to play along and walk over to him, crouching down on the floor. "Oh no. Did the famous cardiac surgeon of Akso hospital dr Zayne Li die of hypoglycemia?” You fake mourn his pretend death. “What a tragedy! I have no choice but to check his heartbeat."

His smile grows bigger, awaiting your touch on his chest, instead he feels them on his crotch.

He grabs your hands off almost immediately and pulls you on top of him, looking equally amused as surprised. "Do you think my heart is located there?”

“It’s not my fault that they're both big and do a very good job in loving me. Anyone could be easily mistaken.” you say while tracing a huge penis on his chest.

He seemed pleased with your answer. “What if i propose a deal? You show me how much you love me by giving me one macaron and i dedicate both my big attributes to love you back?”

“You're trying to sell your body for one macaron?”

He innocently nods, and you giggle. "As tempting as your offer is, Zaynie." You pat his chest and climb off him. "I'm going to have to pass."

"So my wife would rather see me dead than let my teeth rot?”

You shake your head, he's acting like a man in withdrawal except his addiction is sweet and so is his suffering. You almost pity him, “Yes, no sweets for..... a month.”

Using my freewill to give Rafayel practice with his Dad reflexes.