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Lover’s Triangle❄️🐦‍⬛

Tags: Zayne x Sylus x Reader, smut, threesome, everybody kissin’, DP, praise, aftercare

*MDNI* 🔞

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Your feet heavily dragged against the linoleum floors of Akso Hospital, just barely making it to your monthly heart exam with Zayne. As you approached his office, you heard the quiet mumbling of two male voices, thinking Zayne was talking to Greyson or an assisting nurse. The door swung open and you were met with two pairs of familiar eyes. Zayne’s sleeves were rolled back and he adorned bloodied gloves. On the exam table was Sylus, wincing slightly and gritting his teeth as his bullet wound was being sewn shut.

“Z-Zayne…..Sylus?,” you stuttered, voice raw from dryness. “You know him?,” they echoed in unison. Suddenly, your legs felt boneless and you grasped at the wall for support. In what world did both of these men have to come together? Apparently this one. Blurry orbs floated in your vision and you began to feel faint. Neither of them were yours…not yet, but you never imagined seeing them in the same room.

As soon as Zayne tied a final stitch, he tossed his soiled gloves and assisted you to sit down. “Are you alright? Do you need water, to lie down?,” he asked, voice tinged with worry. “I-I’m fine, just here for my heart evaluation…,” you murmured, silently catching your breath. In the corner of the room, Sylus leisurely buttoned his black dress shirt, as if the bullet wound was nothing more than a paper cut. “I’ll see myself out.” His crimson eyes locked on yours as he spoke, hand hovering over the doorknob. “Sy—wait…,” you pleaded, Zayne flinched at your enduring nickname for the silver haired man. He raised a reassuring hand, “I don’t want to interrupt your exam, kitten. I’ll see you again.” That knowing, crooked grin pulled at one corner of his mouth before he took his leave.

Your gaze met Zayne’s; soft, hazel, nonjudgmental. He walked around his desk and sat, gesturing you to roll your chair in front of him. The cool metal of his stethoscope pressed into your clammy skin. “I’m assuming your rapid heart rate is from what happened just now, correct?,” his voice was firm–professional. “I fought several wanderers today, it could be—,” “you don’t have to lie to me,” he interrupted, returning the stethoscope around his neck, “I trust there’s a reason for your relationship with him, given the kind of access he has in the N109 Zone—and information on Ever.” You swallowed, the burn scratching your throat. “Yes, well—.”

“I can also tell that he’s someone who means something to you,” his eyes darted between you and his laptop screen, imputing new data into your files. “You look at him the same way, his name rolls off your tongue like you love him,” every word that left Zayne’s mouth felt like needles imbedded in your heart. He looked at you again, features still soft, voice gentle. “Loving you means everything to me, I’m not surprised another man does. I just wish you were more honest.” “Zayne—I…these are new feelings for me, honestly,” guilt clung to your tone. Measured tapping of keys filled the silent, thick air between you. “We’ve never been intimate…if you’re wondering,” you mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

Zayne sighed, closing his computer screen, “I know—I’m your primary care physician.” “Right…” You watched him walk to the coatrack, retrieving his laptop bag. “May I walk you to your car?,” you felt frozen to your seat as his hazel eyes bored into you. Finally, you stood. Zayne followed as you left his office, locking the door behind him. “Actually, I took the train…,” you admitted. “I’ll drive you home, then.” The car ride was silent at first, you watched Linkon pass by through the passenger window. The hum of the radio lowered, “I’m not mad at you, love.” It was hard to tell with his cool exterior sometimes. He was working on it, for you—for himself. “Just…don’t push me away because you feel guilty right now.” You turned to him, his face was calm aside from his brows being slightly knitted together. “I won’t. You mean too much to me.”

His BMW idled in front of your apartment building for a moment. Both of you waited to for the other to speak. “Thank you for the ride,” you said, eyes pointed to the floor. “Of course, please try and relax tonight. Your heart rate might fluctuate due to stress,” he advised, handing you your patient folder. You nodded, running a thumb over the embossed hospital logo. “I just need time to think, I won’t disappear,” although you wanted to after that interaction at the hospital. Zayne hummed, “I’ll wait to drive away until you get inside. Good night.”

“Night…”

Your body collapsed onto the bed, phone clasped tightly in your hand. The dial tone rung once before he answered your call. “Sweetie,” Sylus spoke like he had anticipated your voice. “You got shot and didn’t tell me?” “No ‘hello’? ‘How are you feeling’?,” he chided. “What were you even doing so close to Linkon?,” you argued. A sigh blew from his mouth and he cleared his throat. “I wanted to see you…ran into a little trouble on the way. Is that so bad?” You felt a wash of emotions; anger, guilt, worry—“I wasn’t expecting you to be getting sewn back together by–,” “Zayne. He’s a talented surgeon, precise hands,” Sylus chimed. Your heart was pounding in your throat, “what did you two even talk about?” Sylus was silent for a moment, he seemed to be calculating his response. “I told him about us…how we met at the lab when we were children, the fighting, our escape…everything.” “Sy—,” “I know, I just felt like he could be trusted. His face changed when I said your name. He loves you, kitten.” Your stomach twisted in an agonizing knot, from the memories of Gaia Research Center and Sylus’s confession. “Do you love him?”

Of course you did, his love was like oxygen that filled your lungs, like sun rays on bare skin. Would it hurt if you said yes? “I do.” A sound escaped him that you couldn’t discern, but you hoped it wasn’t pain. “I love you both. It’s not easy feeling this way,” you admitted, “please say something.” “I think what you’re feeling is normal, sweetie. What I’m curious about is how you’ll tell him that.” You asked yourself the same thing. Maybe…maybe you needed them in the same room again.

Group Message:

You🌸: hey, can you both be at my apartment tonight?

Zayne❄️: of course. I should be done at the hospital by 7 pm.

Sylus🐦‍⬛: 7 pm it is. See you, then.

You paced around the living room, watching the minutes get shorter as 7 ’o clock approached. Your hands shook and breath was erratic, no self soothing mantra was helping to ease your anxiety. A pattern of three knocks echoed through your door, Sylus stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “Evening, kitten.” He knelt down and kissed your cheek before making himself at home, sinking into your sofa with his knees open and arms spread over the backrest. “Please behave, Sy…” He scoffed, “I’ll do my best.” Zayne was 15 minutes late, he looked at you apologetically when you answered the door a second time. “Good to see you again, Doctor,” Sylus teased. Zayne nodded and cleared his throat, sitting at the far end of the couch.

You stood before them, coming to the realization that you had no scripted words or rehearsed speech—just a pounding heart and sweaty brow. They watched you patiently, occasionally glancing at each other. “I…I’m glad you both showed up. I’ve been nervous about this,” your gaze flickered between theirs. Walking back and forth, you continued, “I met you both at very crucial moments in my life…and I thank you for being there for me,” Sylus and Zayne still followed your body as it moved through the room. “I think that’s why I have such similar feelings when it comes to you individually, I can’t help it.”

“I want—no, need you both. I don’t want to give either of you up. That would break my heart.”

A weight seemed to have lifted off your shoulders as the words poured from you like boiling lava, scorching your chest and tongue. Sylus’s eyes glowed, but not with an expression you recognized. “Come sit, kitten,” he patted the center cushion and you sat between both men. “It’s very commendable to admit what you just did, don’t deny that,” he soothed. “Yes, and I think there’s a mutual understanding that we have a lot to discuss,” Zayne added, “but in the meantime, we’re here for you, love.” Both their hands landed softly on each of your thighs, sending a shiver under your skin. “I think a discussion could wait until morning, wouldn’t you agree, Doctor?,” Sylus’s voice dripped with mirth, making you blush.

Then Zayne’s hand squeezed your leg, “I agree…it’s late, we should let you unwind.”

Their breaths warmed the air around you, something in the room shifted with the change of their tones. You layered your hands over theirs, silently understanding what was to come. Sylus moved in first, baring down on your neck with his lips. A small gasp broke from you when Zayne’s pressed his on the shell of your ear, before running the tip of his tongue along the lobe. You felt your body soften from their combined touches, opening your legs and arching into the couch. Zayne took the lead, pulling you into an impassioned kiss. His tongue gently made entry between your lips, rolling against the inside of your cheeks. Sylus’s hand traveled from your thigh to your breast, palming the swell over your shirt—making you moan into Zayne’s mouth. The buttons opened one by one, revealing your nude colored bra to their hungry eyes. They eased you out the sleeves, tossing the garment somewhere, both sets of lips dotting your chest with kisses.

Arousal flooded your racing mind, a warm and wet sensation soaked through your panties. You squirmed as both men worshipped your body, feeling Sylus’s mouth descend down your stomach, invading the space between your legs. Zayne pulled you back in, kissing you with the kind of reverence reserved for a lover. The button of your shorts popped open, then the buzzing sound of your zipper rattled against your eardrum. Sylus pursed his lips on your inner thighs, “can I take these off, now?” “Y-yes, please,” you breathed, curling your fingers into his silver strands. A pleasured growl echoed from his chest when his eyes met your clothed pussy, admiring the stain left from your slick. Zayne took a nipple into his mouth, rolling the peak between his teeth. You mewled, bucking your hips forward, pressing your sex into Sylus’s nose. It nudged your clit and you whined, then you felt it—a slow, wet drag of Sylus’s tongue. “F-fuck, Sy–,” you rasped, clawing the back of his neck as he slid your ruined panties off your ankles.

Zayne took your free hand and placed it on his groin, his erection throbbed under your palm through his dress pants. “Do you feel that?,” he sighed, his eyes glazed and needy. Your hand breached the layers of fabric, smoothing over his hardness. With fingers tightly laced around his length, you stroked him, earning a broken moan from Zayne’s lips. Sylus’s gaze flickered up, watching you pleasure the doctor. His cock twitched from the sight above him, burying his face deeper into your folds. He wrecked your clit with harsh sucks and filled your entrance with his tongue, causing the strokes you gave Zayne to stutter.

“Sy—I’m gonna cum…,” you whimpered, curling your toes into the carpet. A dark chuckle emanated from his throat and were filled with two slender fingers. He pumped in and out of your core, slowly chipping away at your resolve. You moaned, whined, gasped for breath, trying to push his mouth away from your overstimulated nerves. Sylus held you down with his strong arms, “don’t run.” His movements continued, picking up speed, essence running down his hand. Your grip on Zayne’s cock tightened as you approached release, making him groan from the pressure. A bead of precum leaked from his tip, you ran your thumb through the clear nectar and sucked it clean, humming from the taste. Before the flavor of Zayne’s arousal could dissolve from your taste buds, your clit was met with a final suck, “mmmnn, fuck!” You came hard on Sylus’s chin, your spine bowed off the couch as wave after wave crashed over you.

He rose from between your legs, melting a wet kiss on your lips, “you tasted so good, kitten.” His gaze fell on Zayne, whose cheeks were flooded with blush and cock still throbbing in your fist. Sylus closed the distance between their mouths, “would you like a sample, Doctor?,” he purred. Their lips met and you watched with surprise when Zayne’s tongue grazed Sylus’s bottom lip—collecting the glossy slick left for him to taste. “She’s perfect,” he breathed through swollen lips, “but I want more.” You yelped as the surgeon scooped you into his embrace, swiftly carrying you to the bedroom.

Your back bounced off the mattress and body was caged by Zayne’s toned arms. Sylus laid at your side, combing through your hair, planting chaste kisses down your wrist. “Zayne…fuck me, please,” you begged, pulling him in with your legs. He lined up to your entrance, tracing torturous circles around your clit. “Say please again,” he instructed, voice pouring over your ear drums like warm honey. “Please, please baby—please!,” His hand cradled your head and he sank his cock inside, deep, teasing your g spot with his crown. “Good…fucking girl.”

Your eyes rolled back in your skull and you wailed from how full Zayne made you feel. He claimed your walls with his inches, letting you adjust to his girth. Sylus tenderly kissed your neck, “breathe for Zayne, kitten, we got you.” A gust of wind blew from your lips, signaling the man above you to move. His cock dragged in and out, slowly picking up the pace as your core warmed for him. Sylus gripped himself and fisted his cock with languid strokes, filling your ear with his tongue. You found yourself overwhelmed with sensation again, closing your eyes to absorb every ministration. “Zayne…Sylus…you feel so good,” you cooed, writhing against your cotton sheets. They hummed in unison, affirming your loving praise. Sylus’s weight shifted on the bed, you met his gaze, red orbs glowing with desire. “Open your mouth for me, sweetie,” he soothed, brushing your lips with his leaking tip. Your tongue laid flat against your chin, leaving a string of drool hanging between your parted lips.

He tapped his cock on your pink muscle, “such a pretty mouth, kitten,” your lips closed around it, making his hips stutter. Sylus cursed under his breath, “so greedy.” Your throat stretch from his size, you slightly gagged, clenching around his length. “Take your time,” he purred, smoothing his thumb across your cheek. It was a miracle how you maintained focus, especially since you were still being filled deliberately by Zayne’s heavy thrusts. Your walls hugged him tightly, making his eyes squeeze shut. Sylus smirked at his hazy expression, “she must feel amazing if you’re making faces like that.” He kissed him again and Zayne submitted to Sylus’s lips, their tongues danced and masculine growls filled the space between them. Watching them together made your heart feel full, not only did they share your body, but they pleasured each other. Sylus tangled his fingers in the nape of Zayne’s dark locks, tugging his head back. His teeth pinched the doctor’s skin, leaving a rosy mark behind. A moan broke from Zayne’s mouth, the sting from Sylus’s bite made him want to pound you harder.

Every thrust made his tip kiss your sweet spot, blurring your vision as another orgasm tightly wound in your gut. Sylus retrieved his cock from your mouth and he positioned himself behind Zayne. “We share her love, shouldn’t we share her pussy as well?,” he breathed against Zayne’s neck. He grunted in agreement, “I’ll support her from here,” he said pulling you on top of him with your back flush to his chest. His familiar inches filled you again and you moaned from the reintroduction. Zayne kissed down your neck to prepare you for another intrusion. Sylus loomed over your melded body’s, tapping his cock on your swollen clit, “are you ready, kitten?,” his voice was soft and warm. “Yes baby, please,” you cried, reaching for his hands. He clasped yours tight as he sank inside, the sting was intoxicating. Your pussy welcomed them both and you felt perfectly full. A synchronized whimper fell from you and Zayne as Sylus began to roll his hips. The friction was delicious, making your nerve endings vibrate under your skin.

“You feel so good,” he praised leaning in and catching your lips in a reverent kiss. His mouth moved to Zayne’s and he met his lips with the same enthusiasm. Their sounds vibrated against you, making wetness pool from where all three of you connected. Just when you thought Sylus’s thrusts were enough, Zayne clutched your hips and began to slowly pumping inside you. Your pussy gushed and sang for them, the wet sounds were vulgar and sloppy. “Mmm, yes…please don’t stop,” you begged, sandwiched between their solid bodies. Your two lovers huffed and groaned as they fucked you slowly, drinking in your pleasured noises like they found an oasis.

Sylus palmed your breast, rolling the hardened nipple between his finger and thumb. Your body tingled from head to toe, this was the kind of pleasure you only saw in your dreams. Just when you thought you were spoiled enough, Zayne’s deft fingers massaged your sticky clit. You cried out, pouring your essence between your intertwined bodies. “S-Sy…Z-Zayne…I’m cumming!” Your walls clamped on their overlapped girths, making both men growl as they filled your center with warm release. Their lips met yours in a three way kiss, tongues fighting for dominance between desperate lips. The air was thick and smelled of musk and sex. Sylus and Zayne collapsed against the mattress, skin dewy with sweat and chests heaving. You rolled back and forth giving them thankful kisses, praising them with your lips. “You’re both so good to me, I love you…”

After a long shower and replacing your sheets, the three of you sank beneath the blankets. Your bodies tangled together in a perfect knot, the warmth radiating off Sylus and Zayne lulled you to sleep. They shared you with grace and ease, growing fond of each other in the process. Your triangle of love wasn’t so confusing after all.

End.

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Writer’s note: thank you so much for reading! :) please do not steal or repost. More LADs Fics are pinned on my profile.

[saudade-ko]

i'm completely normal about shinya kogami

(i'm lying)

[saudade-ko]

Dear Hantengu clones fans, hear me out!

What if each of the clones resembles one of the Seven deadly sins?

Hantengu - Greed

Sekido - Wrath

Karaku - Lust

Aizetsu - Sloth

Urogi - Gluttony

Zohakuten - Pride

Urami - Envy

These are only my personal opinions. If you want to use this idea for a story, art, ect. Let me know and tag me, I would be more than happy to read them!