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↳ 3. creampies [ zayne ]
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You just can’t help it with Zayne.
He’s too good to you. Too kind. Too attentive. Too good at everything that comes with being a boyfriend. He cooks. He cleans. He reminds you to eat and drink water. He even picks you up from work in his car every day he can. The whole office has spoken about him, swooning over how considerate he is and how many wish they had partners like him.
So, when it comes to the bedroom, you can’t help enjoying the little things that he does.
“You’re so beautiful.” His warm lips press to the inside of your ankle, worshipping every inch of skin that he can reach while bending you nearly in half. The tip of his cock grazes your entrance, pressing forward just enough to have you whimpering in the air. “So, so beautiful.”
The praise falls on deaf ears, with your body feeling everything before you can focus on your other senses. It responds with twitching in your thighs, then digging your nails into Zayne’s biceps. It’s an anchor in the warm spring that wraps around you.
“Zayne–”
“I know, darling.” His deep voice rumbles through his chest, and you can feel it through your legs from the way they’re pressed flat against his body. Your feet are almost crossed behind his head, and his hands smooth across your skin like he’s sculpting something precious. “I know…”
His words trail off as he keeps guiding his cock forward with little jerks of his hips. Even Zayne is overwhelmed by your warmth, but he hides it behind a flush on his ears that travels down his neck. He’s so good at being composed, but in the face of you, the person he loves most in the world, it’s hard to maintain that level of composure.
“God, darling…” His hair falls in his face, the tips dusting his dark eyelashes as he hangs his head over you. “You’re so warm.” The muscles in his bicep flex under the scars on his skin. “So warm.”
The first few thrusts bully whimpers from your lips. He’s never been overly rough, unless you ask for it, but the thick length of him stretching you — even after all these years — is enough to make you squirm under him. Though, with his grip so tight on your legs, and his body almost locking you in place, all you can do is whine and whimper his name.
It’s been too long since you’ve had sex with Zayne. Actually, maybe a week and a half. But still, when you’re pulled taut by the stresses of work, and Zayne’s own heavy shifts, it feels like months since you’ve felt his touch.
After a few minutes, you can already feel the waves of your climax cresting in your abdomen.
It doesn’t help that the palm of Zayne’s hand presses lightly to your stomach, right above the mound of your pussy, right where the tip of his cock grinds against your most sensitive spot.
Your first orgasm sneaks up on you, giving you no time to warn Zayne. But Zayne is prepared. He knows you like the back of his hand. He feels the gentle pulsing of your walls around him that spell your climax, and he’s not invincible to how you feel.
As your body trembles through the shocks of your orgasm, you can feel small twitches of Zayne’s cock inside you, filling you with every last drop of come. His breath comes in short pants followed by low grunts, and his grip on your legs are tight, keeping you flush against him so he can assure that nothing drips out.
When you’re both coherent again, you stare up at Zayne. His hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his cheeks are soft pink with blush. His warm eyes flicker across your expression, cataloguing how you look while coming down from the aftershocks of pleasure as if he hasn’t seen it an infinite amount of times before.
“Darling,” he starts, his hand still flush against your abdomen and his cock still hard inside you. “Do you think you can handle another?”
You let out a soft chuckle. “Do you think you can handle another?” You ask between weak gasps.
Zayne’s lips curl into a smirk. “You know,” he says, his hips striking another slow gradual pattern of thrusts, “it’s been over a week– since we’ve been intimate… And when a man doesn’t ejaculate for– more than a few days, sperm is stored in the epididymis, increasing– the concentration and volume in a single sample.” His words are cut up with low grunts as you clench around him. “Therefore…” The pad of his thumb starts rubbing circles into your already throbbing clit. “I can handle another, and I have more to give you.”
His extensive medical speech is unfairly attractive, especially while he’s slowly fucking you and using his own come as lubricant. That, and the subtle tilt of your hips by Zayne’s own body folding you further, have you trying desperately to arch your back. It’s a feeble attempt to get closer, with how locked you are underneath your boyfriend with little wiggle room.
“Give me whatever you want, Zayne.” You know how much he loves when you say his name, so you reach out, holding onto his upper arm as he picks up the pace.
And suddenly, words vanish from your mind.
The only thing you direct your focus to is Zayne’s body colliding with yours. It’s like water meeting a canyon, carving through it and shaping it to whatever it wishes. Your walls mold around Zayne’s cock, and you allow him to shape your body to him and him only.
“Say it again,” Zayne grunts, clearly struggling when you instinctively clench around him.
“Zayne.” You repeat his name, over and over like a mantra in your head. It’s like a metronome, moaning his name to the very beat that he’s fucking you in. “Zayne. Zayne. Zayne.”
You don’t even remember when your voice stops saying Zayne and instead melts into incoherent whimpers and moans of more, more, more.
And as your body succumbs to the second, more intense, orgasm, you dig your nails in his skin, watching him take it so he can watch you fall apart once more beneath you. You catch the furrow in his brow, the sharp breaths he lets out until he’s rendered completely silent.
Zayne’s cock twitches, and even more come fills you to the point that it drips out from around him. His orgasm is accompanied by gentle massages to your clit, because despite his own body tensing, his hands are still so steady.
When the silence finally falls over you, it’s Zayne that speaks first.
“We’re making a mess,” he mumbles, with no hint of repentance in his tone at all.
“We?” You raise an eyebrow, your chest heaving with breaths and muscles finally letting go. “If I remember, you said that you have more to give me.”
“And give I did.” Zayne counters, easing your legs down so he can massage the junction between your hip and thighs. “Now, it’s time to give some more.” He leans down, stealing a kiss that also steals your breath. “Starting, with a shower.”
Shake, swirl... and take a sip! 🫐💚 Valko’s Shimmering Blend 🍸🐺
Recipe:
⟡ 45 ml Gin (I recommend a soft citrus or floral gin)
⟡ 20 ml Blue Curaçao
⟡ 45 ml Pineapple Juice
⟡ 15 ml Lime Juice
⟡ 10 ml Simple Syrup
⟡ 15 ml Coconut Cream (optional)
⟡ Garnish with blueberry & pineapple
🫐🍍🐺
Shake with ice, then double-strain into a chilled coupe or martini glass. Sugar rim if you’re like me, hehe.
Food Pairings: dark chocolate, coconut & lime 🍋🟩🍫🥥
🩷 I will thread actual (danger free) cocktails for each LI you can make yourself :) I have 10+ years in the barista and bartending industry, so I hope you like them if you try them!
⭐️ Please drink responsibly if you choose to try these! ⭐️
#BringValkoBack #ValkoIsLoved #ValkoIsComing
@SylusBiter Hi 👋👋 not trying to argue here but as an artist and a med student, the proportions you have outlined still don't seem to work out well. The trapezius muscle is not that wide, and if it's a matter of perspective, the neck is still quite small along with the face-
im not gonna lie to myself & say the banner looks bad- thats the thing- it looks great, i like the concept and the designs, but its knowing that valko was supposed to be part of this that sours it… the more amazing i know it is the more bitter i feel knowing what we couldve had
i can’t imagine BEGGING for foreheads, getting an LI with an exposed forehead, CRASHING TF OUT BECAUSE HE’S “UGLY”, then getting your stupid ass forehead reveal anyway.
the spoiled little brats of this fandom better fish out the money it takes to finance the game, because the real spenders will not be here to pick you up.
fuck this.
Caleb and MC were created from an artificial womb in Gaia, they aren't related by blood, they are moreso cosmic twins imo.. that's it
The debate can finally end