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bunnib4b3s · 4 months ago

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Sylus- Payback

Synopsis: Sylus wanted to take you out on Valentines day as 'payback' for helping him retrieve some data. As the night goes on, things start to seem a little too romantic.

Genre/ Warnings: 18+, Smut, Body-Worship, Coworkers-to-Lovers, "Friends"-to-Lovers, Car Sex, Fingering, Porn-with-Plot

MDNI

Word Count 3000+

You weren’t sure why Sylus had insisted on taking you out tonight. Sure, you’d helped him retrieve some critical data a month ago, but this felt a little… excessive. He’d said it was a “payback,” but the more you thought about it, the more the whole thing seemed strange. You had helped him because it was the right thing to do, not because you expected something in return. Yet, here you were, seated at a small, dimly lit restaurant tucked away on a quiet street.

The place felt far more intimate than you’d expected. Candles flickered on every table, casting a warm glow across the room, and soft jazz played quietly in the background. You couldn’t help but feel a little out of place. This wasn’t the kind of place you went with Sylus—he was all about efficiency, never indulging in things like this.

When you walked in, he was already seated at a table for two. His usual composed self, as always—dark suit perfectly pressed, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, eyes scanning the menu with a quiet intensity.

“You made it,” Sylus said when he saw you, the corner of his mouth quirking up into something that resembled a smile, but it was softer than usual, almost… tender?

You slid into the seat across from him, still trying to shake the feeling that something was off.

"So," you said, trying to sound casual, "this payback thing… what’s the plan here?"

He looked up from the menu, locking eyes with you for a moment longer than necessary. His gaze was unreadable, but you could have sworn there was something more to it.

"Just dinner," he replied, though his tone was a little too smooth, a little too calm. "You helped me with something important. This is the least I could do."

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words, but still unsure of why he was acting so different tonight. You’d known Sylus for a while, and this wasn’t like him. It wasn’t like him at all.

The evening unfolded with ease, but as the night wore on, it felt like the atmosphere between you two was changing. Every word you spoke seemed to catch his full attention, his gaze lingering on you just a little too long, like he was searching for something in your eyes. The way his lips curved into that small, thoughtful smile—was he looking at you differently than he usually did? Maybe you were imagining it.

You took a deep breath, trying to push the feeling aside.

"Sylus," you began, glancing at him with a raised eyebrow. "You’re not fooling me. What’s going on? This is more than just ‘payback,’ isn’t it?"

He paused, his fingers gently tapping the rim of his wine glass as he regarded you. The air between you two felt heavier now, thick with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Sometimes,” he said slowly, almost thoughtfully, “it’s not about the favor. Sometimes… it’s about something else entirely.”

You blinked, unsure of how to respond. Was he being cryptic on purpose? Was this just Sylus being his usual self, or was there something more he was trying to say?

Before you could ask more, the waiter arrived with the food, breaking the moment. Sylus shifted his focus to the plates, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that the conversation was far from over. That maybe tonight wasn’t just about gratitude, or payback, or dinner.

And as you watched Sylus glance at you again, his eyes lingering a little too long, you couldn’t help but wonder… What exactly was he trying to say?

As the evening progressed, you couldn’t ignore the growing tension between you and Sylus. The conversation came and went, but it always felt like something was just beneath the surface, waiting to be said. Every time you spoke, you caught him watching you, his eyes lingering a little too long. It wasn’t his usual cold, calculating gaze—it was something else, something far warmer. His smile was softer, and his laughter, when it came, seemed almost… affectionate?

You shook your head slightly, trying to push the thoughts away. It’s just dinner. Just payback. But the more you tried to convince yourself, the more his subtle gestures kept pulling you back into that uncomfortable, unfamiliar space.

After a while, Sylus placed his fork down, the small clink of metal on porcelain echoing in the quiet between you. He met your gaze, his expression unreadable, though there was a slight hint of hesitation in the way he lingered there.

“I'm not used to you being this quiet,” he said, his voice warm. “Is something wrong?”

You didn’t want to admit it, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off—something beyond the usual awkwardness that came from eating with someone like him. You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out.

Instead, you found yourself looking at him, really looking at him, as if seeing him for the first time tonight. His suit, so meticulously tailored, his hair neatly combed, his hands folded carefully on the table. It was all familiar, and yet, there was an intensity in his eyes that made your stomach flip.

“No, nothing’s wrong,” you finally said, trying to sound convincing. “I’m just… I don’t know. A little thrown off, I guess.”

Sylus raised an eyebrow, his gaze never leaving yours. “Thrown off by what?”

You hesitated, unsure of how to phrase it without making it sound like you were overthinking. But the truth was, you were starting to feel a little... exposed. Like Sylus was peeling back layers you weren’t ready to reveal.

“This—tonight,” you gestured vaguely at the table, the soft glow of the candles flickering between you. “It just feels different. You’re being... different.”

Sylus didn’t break eye contact. His lips pressed together in a thin line, and for a moment, he seemed to debate something. Then, without another word, he leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice so only you could hear.

“Maybe I am,” he said, his tone almost too calm, too deliberate. “But maybe it’s because I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while now.”

Your breath caught in your throat. This wasn’t how you expected the night to go, not at all. Your mind raced, but before you could formulate a response, Sylus continued.

“I’ve always been the type to keep things… logical,” he said, his fingers tapping lightly on the edge of his glass again. “But this—what’s happening right now—it’s not logical at all. It’s... something else.”

You blinked, unsure of where this conversation was going. Something else? What did he mean by that? His words didn’t seem to fit the context of a simple thank-you dinner, and yet the more he spoke, the more you realized that Sylus wasn’t just talking about gratitude anymore.

A strange tension settled between you, thick and unspoken. The soft hum of conversation from other diners faded into the background, the flickering candlelight casting shifting shadows across his face. You weren’t sure what to say, so instead, you reached for your glass, taking a slow sip in an attempt to steady yourself.

Sylus watched you, his expression unreadable, though his fingers lightly tapped against the table—a tell, something you’d noticed before when he was thinking carefully about his next words.

“I don’t usually do things like this,” he admitted, voice lower now, almost hesitant. “Dinners, gestures like this… it’s not exactly my style.”

You let out a soft huff of amusement, setting your glass down. “Yeah, I kind of figured that much.”

His lips quirked slightly, but it wasn’t the usual dry smirk you were used to. It was softer, more deliberate. “And yet, I wanted to. I kept thinking about it, about how to repay you. But every option felt… insufficient.”

You frowned slightly, tilting your head. “Sylus, I wasn’t expecting anything in return. You know that, right?”

“I know.” He nodded, glancing down at the rim of his wine glass before looking back up at you. “And that’s part of the problem.”

Your brows furrowed. “Problem?”

Sylus exhaled slowly, like he was weighing something in his mind. Then, as if coming to a decision, he leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting lightly on the table. His gaze was locked onto yours, the usual analytical sharpness in his eyes replaced by something deeper, something unreadable.

“You never ask for anything,” he said. “You do things for people without expecting anything back. That’s rare.”

You shrugged, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. “It’s not a big deal. I just—”

“It is a big deal.” His voice was firm, though not unkind. “At least… to me.”

Something about the way he said it made your stomach flip. You weren’t sure why, but the atmosphere felt different now—charged, like you were standing at the edge of something uncertain.

“I wanted to find a way to properly thank you,” he continued, “but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn’t just about repaying a favor. It was about something else.”

There it was again. Something else.

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady. “You keep saying that. What do you mean?”

Sylus didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he studied you for a long moment, as if he was searching for something in your expression.

Finally, he spoke.

“I’ve been trying to ignore it,” he said quietly, his voice almost lost beneath the music playing in the background. “Trying to keep things simple. Logical.”

You tensed slightly, uncertain where this was going but aware, on some level, that this wasn’t just about a thank-you dinner anymore.

Sylus hesitated, then exhaled, his posture shifting slightly as if letting down some unseen barrier. His next words were careful, deliberate.

“But that’s not how I feel when I’m around you.”

Your breath caught.

He was watching you so intently now, his normally unreadable face showing something you couldn’t quite place—something vulnerable.

“I care about you,” he admitted, and this time, there was no hesitation in his voice. “More than I should. More than I expected to.”

The room felt suddenly smaller, the noise around you fading into a distant hum. You opened your mouth, but no words came. You weren’t sure what to say, weren’t sure what you could say.

Sylus must have noticed your shock because he leaned back slightly, giving you space even as his gaze never left yours.

“You don’t have to say anything right now,” he said softly. “I just… wanted you to know. Because tonight? It was never just about payback.”

Your breath hitched at his words, heart pounding harder than it should have been. The air between you was thick now, humming with something electric, something undeniable. You weren’t sure if it was the wine warming your skin or the way Sylus was looking at you—like he was stripping away every layer of pretense between you, piece by piece.

You swallowed, trying to steady yourself. “So if it wasn’t just about payback… what was tonight about?”

Sylus’s lips curled slightly, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his face. He leaned forward again, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him, close enough that when he spoke, his voice was just above a whisper.

“I think you already know.”

Your stomach flipped, heat pooling low in your belly at the weight behind his words. His fingers, long and precise, traced the rim of his wine glass before sliding lower, resting against the table—but his attention never wavered from you. He was watching your every reaction, your every breath, like he was waiting for you to put the pieces together.

And maybe you had. Maybe you had all along, but had been too blind—too stubborn—to see it.

You exhaled, your tongue darting out to wet your lips, and Sylus’s gaze flickered downward, tracking the movement like a predator locking onto prey. The realization sent a shiver down your spine.

“Sylus…” you started, but your voice came out softer than you intended.

“Hm?” His expression was calm, but you could see it now—the tension in his shoulders, the controlled way he breathed, like he was barely holding himself together.

It wasn’t like Sylus to be this restrained. He was always composed, always precise, always a step ahead of everyone else. But now? Now he looked like he was fighting something, and the way his fingers flexed slightly against the table only confirmed it.

It made something dark and wicked curl in your stomach.

You weren’t stupid. You knew what this was. You could feel it in the way his eyes darkened, in the way his breath came just a little deeper, in the way his body was angled toward you, like he was just waiting—waiting for you to catch up, to make the next move.

So you did.

Slowly, deliberately, you leaned in, mirroring his posture. Your voice dropped just enough to match his. “If you wanted something, Sylus… all you had to do was ask.”

His jaw tensed, and for the first time tonight, you saw his carefully constructed control crack.

For a moment, he didn’t speak. He just looked at you, heat simmering behind his gaze, his grip tightening around his glass. Then, with a slow exhale, he tilted his head, his smirk returning—but this time, it was darker.

“Oh?” he mused, voice smooth but laced with something dangerous. “Is that how you want to play this?”

Your pulse skyrocketed.

“I don’t know,” you murmured, letting your fingers trace the stem of your own wine glass, pretending to be more composed than you felt. “Depends on what you have in mind.”

Sylus’s tongue flicked over his lower lip, and the way his eyes raked over you made heat pool between your thighs.

“I have a lot in mind,” he murmured, his voice velvety, rich. “But not all of it is appropriate for a dinner table.”

A slow shiver trailed down your spine, your body already responding to the implication.

“Then maybe,” you said, your voice steady despite the way your skin burned under his gaze, “we should take this conversation somewhere else.”

For a moment, Sylus simply stared at you. Then, without a word, he pushed back his chair, standing in one smooth, controlled movement. He pulled out his wallet, dropped a few bills on the table—far more than the dinner cost—and then turned his gaze back to you.

“Let’s go.”

The tension between you crackled as you followed Sylus out of the restaurant. His hand rested lightly on the small of your back, guiding you through the dim streets. Even that simple touch sent electricity coursing through your body.

When you reached his car, Sylus pressed you gently against the cool metal, his body caging you in. His eyes burned with barely restrained desire as he searched your face.

"Are you sure about this?" he murmured, giving you one last chance to back out.

In response, you grabbed his tie and pulled him down into a searing kiss. Sylus groaned against your mouth, his composure finally shattering. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him as he deepened the kiss.

You lost yourself in the taste of him, the feel of his solid body pressed against yours. When you finally broke apart, gasping for air, Sylus rested his forehead against yours.

"Get in the car," he growled, voice rough with need.

You didn't need to be told twice. As soon as you were both inside, Sylus drove to a secluded spot overlooking the city. The moment he cut the engine, he was on you again, kissing you with a passion that took your breath away.

Your hands roamed over each other's bodies, desperate to touch and explore. Clothes were hastily removed as the windows steamed up around you.

Your skin was on fire, every touch electrifying and igniting an inferno of desire. Sylus' hands were firm and purposeful as they roamed over your body, sending shivers of pleasure through you.

Your hands tremble as they run over the smoothness of Sylus' skin, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back, leaving red marks in their wake. His hands leave trails of fire on your skin, igniting every nerve ending in your body.

Your hands were slick with sweat as they slid over each other's skin, brushing against sensitive areas and causing sparks to fly. The rough texture of the car's seat against your back only added to the intensity of the moment.

As you and Sylus continued to explore each other's bodies, the car rocked gently with your passionate movements. The heady scent of desire filled the air, mixing with the smell of leather and jazz from the restaurant still lingering on your clothes.

Sylus's lips trailed a trail of kisses down your neck, his tongue flicking at your sensitive spots, sending shivers down your spine. His hands roamed your body, leaving a wake of goosebumps in their wake. His touch was both confident and reverent, as if he couldn't believe you were finally here, with him, like this.

His fingers teased you in ways that made your toes curl and your nails dig into the leather upholstery. "Sylus," you moaned, arching your back as his skilled fingers found just the right spot. He responded by pressing his lips to the crook of your neck, nipping at the tender skin there, sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn't help but moan louder as he continued to tease you, his touches becoming bolder and bolder with each passing second. The car felt like it was shrinking around you, yet not enough to contain the desire raging between you two.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered huskily against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Tell me how much you've wanted this."

It was a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability that coursed through you at those words. But tonight... tonight was different. Tonight, it felt like anything was possible. So, taking a deep breath, you met his gaze and said what had been on both of your minds for so long: "I want you, Sylus."

As Sylus's hands traced the curves of your body, you arched into his touch, desperate for more. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as a soft moan escaped your lips.

"Sylus," you breathed, voice heavy with desire.

He lifted his head to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with passion. "Use your words kitten," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Instead of answering, you pulled him into another searing kiss, pouring all your pent-up longing into it. Sylus responded eagerly, his hands roaming your body with increased urgency.

The confined space of the car only heightened the intensity between you. Every brush of skin against skin sent electricity coursing through your veins. The windows were completely fogged now, creating a private cocoon for your passionate encounter.

Sylus's fingers danced along your inner thigh, teasing and exploring. You gasped at the contact, your hips bucking involuntarily. He smirked against your skin, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you.

"Please," you whimpered, beyond caring how needy you sounded.

Sylus didn't need any further encouragement. He positioned himself between your legs, pausing for just a moment to meet your eyes. The tenderness in his gaze took your breath away.

Then he was pushing into you, slowly and carefully. You both groaned at the sensation, overwhelmed by the intensity of finally being joined. Sylus stilled for a moment, allowing you both to adjust.

"You feel incredible," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper. "Move," you pleaded.

Sylus began to thrust, starting slow but quickly building to a passionate rhythm. The car rocked slightly with your movements, but neither of you paid it any mind. You were lost in each other, in the pleasure coursing through your bodies.

Your hands roamed over Sylus's back, feeling the play of muscles beneath his skin. His lips found yours again, swallowing your moans as the pleasure built higher and higher.

The tension coiled tighter in your core with each thrust. Sylus's movements became more urgent, his breathing ragged against your neck. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"Sylus," you gasped, "I'm close."

He slipped a hand between your bodies, his clever fingers finding just the right spot. "Let go," he urged, his voice rough with desire. "I've got you."

With a cry of pleasure, you tumbled over the edge, waves of ecstasy washing over you. Sylus followed soon after, groaning your name as he found his release.

As you both came down from your highs, Sylus peppered soft kisses along your collarbone and shoulder, feeling his warm breath on your skin.

Sylus collapsed against you, his body slick with sweat and trembling slightly. You held him close, running your fingers through his damp hair as you both caught your breath. The car was filled with the sound of your heavy breathing and the faint ticking of the cooling engine.

After a few moments, Sylus lifted his head to look at you. His eyes were soft, almost vulnerable as they searched your face. "Are you alright?" he asked quietly.

You nodded, unable to keep the smile off your face. "More than alright," you assured him.

He smiled back, a genuine smile that reached his eyes and made your heart flutter. Then he kissed you again, softly this time, full of tenderness and unspoken emotion.

As you separated, reality began to creep back in. You were still in his car, parked in a secluded spot overlooking the city.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his words. This softer side of Sylus was new, but you found you liked it just as much as his usual composed demeanor.

"So," you said, trying to lighten the mood, "I guess this wasn't just about payback after all."

He chuckles as you both take in the air around you as you slowly drift off into his embrace.

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bunnib4b3s · 4 months ago

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Zayne- Rainy Day

Synopsis: With the massive downpour and unsafe roads ,you and Zayne decided to get a hotel room, but unfortunately there is only one bed. Through the night you mix up yours and Zayne's bags and find a wrapped gift and a letter addressed to you.

Genre/ Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Friends-to-Lovers, Childhood-Friends-to-Lovers, Smut, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Porn-with-Plot

MDNI

Word Count 3000+

The rain was hammering against the windows of the cafe you and Zayne decided to check out.

You wrapped your hands around the steaming mug in front of you, trying to chase away the lingering chill from the storm outside. Across from you, Zayne sat back in his chair, absentmindedly stirring his drink, his gaze flicking to the window where the downpour showed no sign of letting up.

"We’re not making it home tonight, are we?" you murmured, already knowing the answer.

Zayne sighed, shaking his head. "Not with the roads like this. It would probably be safer to stay at a hotel tonight."

You pull out your phone to find decent hotels within walking distance to you both. You find a 3.5 star hotel just 3 minutes away right by a convenience store.

“They’ve got a room,” you said, relief washing over you. “Let’s go before it’s gone.”

By the time you both made it to the hotel, the rain had soaked through your clothes, leaving you shivering as you approached the front desk. The clerk barely spared you a glance as he slid the key across the counter.

"Room 520." Zayne muttered.

Gratefully, you took the key and hurried down the hall with Zayne. When you pushed open the door, though, you both stopped in your tracks.

A single bed sat in the center of the room.

Silence stretched between you before Zayne let out a short sigh. “Well. That’s unexpected.”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Zayne shook his head with a small smile. “Relax. You take the bed—I’ll sleep on the couch.”

You frowned. “Zayne, no. That’s not fair.”

He shrugged, already grabbing an extra pillow from the bed. “It’s not a big deal. As a hunter you need the rest more than I do.”

You crossed your arms, glaring at him. “Absolutely not. You’re a doctor, Zayne. You run on, like, five hours of sleep a night as it is. You need actual rest.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ve slept in on-call rooms that make this look like a five-star hotel. I’ll be fine.”

You sighed in frustration. “Then at least take the bed, and I’ll—”

“Nope,” he cut in smoothly. “Not happening.”

You huffed, knowing there was no winning this argument. “Fine. But you’re not sleeping on the floor. At least take the couch.” You toss a pillow at him and he catches it with a smile and sets down the pillow.

He grinned. “Thank you.”

With the decision settled, you grabbed the toiletries you guys bought from a nearby convenience store, and the robe from the hotel's closet, heading for the bathroom. The moment the warm water hit your skin, a sigh of relief escaped your lips, the chill of the storm finally fading away. You closed your eyes, letting the steam surround you, but despite the soothing heat, your mind wandered.

Zayne.

It was ridiculous, really—thinking about him like this. He was your doctor. Your friend. And someone completely out of your league. He was the kind of man who always carried himself with quiet confidence, who saved lives, who was kind and charming without even trying. Meanwhile, you were… well, you.

You exhaled sharply, shaking the thought away as you finished up and wrapped yourself in a towel. No use dwelling on impossible things.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you found Zayne waiting with his own change of clothes in hand. He gave you a small smile as he brushed past you, the scent of his coffee from earlier lingering in the air as the door shut behind him.

Still distracted, you reached for your bag, fingers brushing against the zipper as you pulled it open. Without looking, you rummaged inside, searching for your moisturizer—when your hand closed around something unexpected.

Frowning, you pulled out a small, carefully wrapped package, and underneath it, a folded letter with your name scrawled across the front.

Your breath hitched.

This wasn’t your bag. It was Zayne’s.

He had been planning to give you something. The packaging wasn't just normal packaging, the wrapping paper was covered in hearts.

Your fingers tightened around the package as your pulse quickened. What was this? Why would Zayne have something for you, and why hadn’t he mentioned it?

Heart pounding, you hesitated, torn between putting it back and letting curiosity win. The neatly wrapped paper felt delicate in your grasp, and the letter beneath it bore your name in his familiar handwriting.

Before you could decide what to do, the bathroom door creaked open.

You jolted, shoving the gift back into the bag just as Zayne stepped out, running a towel through his damp hair. His robe clinging deliciously to his body as water was speckled on his collarbones and toned legs. It wasn’t fair, really, how effortlessly attractive he was.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice thick with exhaustion.

You forced a nod, hoping your face wasn’t betraying you. “Yeah. Just… tired.”

He gave a small smile, clearly just as worn out. “I am quite exhausted as well.”

Zayne moved toward the couch, adjusting the pillows to make it at least somewhat comfortable. You climbed into bed, turning off the bedside lamp, and for a while, the only sound was the steady rhythm of the rain against the window.

But sleep didn’t come easily. Not when your mind kept circling back to the gift tucked inside Zayne’s bag.

What was inside? And more importantly… what did it mean?

As you lay in the dark, listening to Zayne's steady breathing from the couch, your mind raced. The gift in his bag felt like a secret burning a hole in your consciousness. You tossed and turned, unable to shake the questions swirling in your head.

Finally, after what felt like hours, you heard Zayne's breathing deepen and even out. He was asleep.

You sat up slowly, your heart pounding. This was your chance. You could sneak over to his bag, retrieve the gift and letter, and satisfy your burning curiosity. But was it worth the risk? What if he woke up and caught you?

Taking a deep breath, you made your decision. Silently, you slipped out of bed, your bare feet padding across the carpet. You paused by the couch, watching Zayne's chest rise and fall in the dim light filtering through the curtains

You held your breath as you crept past Zayne's sleeping form, your eyes fixed on his bag resting against the wall. With trembling fingers, you unzipped it as quietly as possible, wincing at even the faintest sound in the stillness of the room.

Your hand closed around the small package and letter. You withdrew them carefully, clutching them to your chest as you tiptoed back to your bed. Once safely under the covers, you switched on your phone's flashlight, keeping it dim and angled away from Zayne.

The wrapping paper crinkled softly as you peeled it away, revealing a small velvet box. Your breath caught in your throat as you opened it. Inside lay a delicate necklace with a small pendant - a jasmine flower with a picture inside of you guys making a snowman when you were little. A flood of memories comes rushing back to me. You can vividly recall the day when you all went outside in the freezing cold to make a snowman. Granny Josephine captured the moment with her camera, and you can still see your and Zayne's rosy cheeks and noses as we ran inside afterward, following Caleb's lead.

With trembling hands, you set the necklace aside and unfolded the letter. Zayne's familiar handwriting filled the page:

"Dear MC,

I've been trying to find the right moment to give you this, but I guess I'm not as brave as I thought. There's something I need to tell you, something I've felt for a long time but never had the courage to say.

You've been my best friend since we were kids. We've been through so much together - laughter, tears, triumphs, and losses. But somewhere along the way, my feelings for you changed. Deepened. I found myself looking at you differently, seeing not just my childhood friend, but the amazing woman you've become.

The fact that I'm completely in love with you. Every time I see you, my heart races and I can't help but smile. It's like a fluttering feeling in my chest that won't go away.

I know we've always joked about being "just friends," but I can't pretend anymore. I want to be more than friends, MC. I want to be your everything. And if you're willing to take a chance on me, I promise to make every day of our lives together an adventure.

Forever and always,

Zayne"

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you read Zayne's heartfelt words. Your mind raced as you tried to process everything he had just revealed. Was it possible? Could your best friend be in love with you?

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. This was a lot to take in, but one thing’s for sure - Zayne had been there for you through thick and thin, always supporting you and making you laugh when times were tough. You couldn't imagine your life without him.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice the couch creaking or the soft footsteps approaching until a gentle voice broke the silence.

"MC? What are you doing?"

Your heart leapt into your throat as you looked up to see Zayne standing beside the bed, his eyes wide with a mix of concern and something else you couldn't quite place. Guilt washed over you as you realized you'd been caught red-handed.

"Zayne, I... I'm so sorry," you stammered, clutching the letter to your chest. "I didn't mean to snoop, I just... I found it by accident and I couldn't help myself."

He sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I guess the cat's out of the bag then," he said softly, perching on the edge of the bed. His knee brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

Zayne's eyes met yours, filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire. The air between you crackled with tension as he slowly leaned closer.

"MC," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I meant every word I wrote. I'm in love with you."

Your breath caught as his hand came up to cup your cheek. His thumb traced your lower lip, sending shivers down your spine. Unable to resist any longer, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his.

The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but quickly grew more passionate. Zayne's arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his chest as his tongue swept into your mouth. You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair.

You melted against him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer. His lips were soft yet insistent, coaxing yours apart as the kiss deepened. A quiet moan escaped you as his tongue swept into your mouth even deeper.

Your fingers tangled in Zayne's hair as the kiss intensified. His hands roamed down your sides, leaving trails of heat in their wake. You gasped as he gently pushed you back onto the bed, his body covering yours.

Zayne broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he gazed down at you. "Is this okay?" he murmured, his voice husky.

You nodded, unable to find words as his lips descended to your neck. He placed open-mouthed kisses along your throat, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. A breathy moan escaped you as he found a particularly sensitive spot below your ear.

Your hands slid under his shirt, tracing the planes of his muscular back. Zayne groaned against your skin, the sound sending shivers through you. In one fluid motion, he sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it a few feet away.

You gazed up at Zayne, drinking in the sight of his toned chest and abs. Your hands reached out, tracing the contours of his muscles. Zayne's eyes fluttered closed at your touch, a soft groan escaping his lips.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to capture your lips once more.

The kiss was deep and passionate, filled with years of pent-up longing. Zayne's hands slid under your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your stomach. You arched into his touch, craving more.

Slowly, teasingly, he pushed your shirt up, breaking the kiss only to pull it over your head. His eyes roamed your newly exposed skin, dark with desire.

"God, MC," he breathed. "I've dreamed of this for so long."

His lips descended to your collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses down your chest. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he nipped and suckled at your skin.

With a sudden burst of confidence, you flipped Zayne over, straddling his waist. His eyes widened in surprise before a grin spread across his face.

"I see someone's feeling bold today," he chuckled, running his hands up and down your thighs.

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I just figured it was my turn to take charge."

Zayne's smile turned into a smirk as he reached up to trail a finger along your jawline. "Well then, I'm all yours," he whispered, pulling you into another searing kiss.

Your bodies pressed together as the passion between you grew hotter and more intense. Zayne's hands roamed over every inch of your body, igniting sparks of pleasure with each touch.

Zayne's hands trailed down your sides, fingers tracing every curve and dip of your body. His touch left goosebumps in its wake as he explored you with reverent intensity. You shivered as his palms skimmed over your breasts, thumbs brushing across your sensitive peaks.

A soft moan escaped your lips as Zayne leaned up to capture one hardened bud in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh as he suckled gently. Pleasure coursed through you, and you arched into him, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him closer.

Zayne lavished attention on your breasts, alternating between them as his hands roamed lower. His fingers danced along the waistband of your underwear teasingly before dipping beneath the fabric. You gasped as he stroked you intimately, his touch igniting

With each passing second, the rain pounded harder against the window, but neither of you cared. The only thing that mattered was the heat between the two of you, the desire that had been simmering just below the surface for so long.

Zayne's hands fumbled with haste as they reached for your robe, desperate to feel your bare skin against his own. You helped him, undoing the tied fabric, revealing the black lace panties you'd chosen today on a whim. Zayne's breath hitched at the sight, his eyes darkening with lust.

"You're so sexy," he groaned, fingers tracing the delicate lace before sliding them down your thighs, revealing your bare skin underneath.

A blush crept into your cheeks, but you didn't care; all that mattered was the way Zayne looked at you, with such hunger and need in his eyes.

He pulled you back down onto the bed, his lips capturing yours in another searing kiss. Your bodies molded together perfectly, fitting like two puzzle pieces that had been waiting to be joined.

With practiced ease, Zayne flipped you over once again, hovering above you as he trailed hot kisses down your body. His tongue flicked across your hip bones as he slowly made his way lower, teasing and tantalizing every inch of your skin.

Zayne's lips traced a path of gentle kisses along your inner thighs, alternating between feather-light touches and firmer presses. His stubble created a delicious friction against your sensitive skin as he worked his way higher. You shivered in anticipation, fingers tangling in his hair.

He paused, looking up at you with dark, desire-filled eyes. "Is this okay?" he murmured, his warm breath ghosting over your center.

You nodded eagerly, unable to form words. Zayne smiled before lowering his head once more. The first swipe of his tongue had you gasping, arching off the bed. He explored you thoroughly, alternating broad strokes with focused attention on your clit.

One hand splayed across your hip to hold you steady as the other slowly teased your entrance. Zayne slid one finger inside, curling and playing with the rough spot inside as he dragged his tongue across your folds.

You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your body on fire as Zayne expertly brought you closer and closer to the edge. His name fell from your lips like a mantra as you felt yourself spiraling towards release.

Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, Zayne pulled away, leaving you high and dry and desperate for more. He crawled back up your body, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss as his fingers worked their magic inside of you.

You reached down to touch him, but he grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. "No touching," he groaned against your lips. "This is all for you."

With his free hand, he impatiently pushed down his boxers, revealing him in all his glory. Your breath hitched at the sight of him. Was that thing even going to fit? Zayne looked up at you and gave a reassuring smile and squeezed your hand before positioning himself at your entrance.

"Are you comfortable to continue?" he whispered against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Yes," you whined out desperately.

Zayne slowly entered you, inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside of you. You moaned at the feeling of being connected to him in such an intimate way.

He began moving slowly at first, teasing and tantalizing each time he pulled out before pushing back in. Your fingers dug into the sheets beneath you as pleasure coursed through every nerve in your body.

Zayne's pace quickened as his movements became more urgent. His mouth found its way back to yours, swallowing up any sounds of pleasure that escaped from your lips.

Minutes rolled by in a blur of sensations and emotions as you and Zayne moved together in perfect rhythm. The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, skin slapping against skin, and the occasional moans and groans that escaped from both of your lips.

Zayne's thrusts became more erratic as he neared his release, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your heart race even faster. With one final thrust, he came undone with a low growl, his body trembling against yours.

Feeling him climax sent you over the edge as well, your walls clenching around him as you rode out your own wave of pleasure. Your hips lifted off the bed as you cried out his name, the intensity of your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave.

After what felt like an eternity, the two of you collapsed onto the bed, limbs tangled and hearts racing. Zayne pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you protectively.

As you lay intertwined, the storm outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of your mingled breaths and racing heartbeats. Zayne's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, sending pleasant shivers through your body. You nestled closer, breathing in his familiar scent.

The room was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow from the streetlights filtering through the rain-streaked windows. Shadows danced across the walls, creating an intimate cocoon around you both. The air was thick with the lingering scent of passion and the faint aroma of jasmine from the hotel's complimentary toiletries.

Zayne pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips curving into a smile against your skin. "I can't believe this is real," he murmured, his voice low and filled with wonder.

Zayne chuckled softly, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. "I've imagined this moment so many times in my head.”

You smiled, nuzzling closer to Zayne's chest. "I know what you mean," you whispered. "It feels like a dream."

Zayne's hand came up to cup your cheek, tilting your face towards his. His eyes, a deep shade of hazel, searched yours with tender intensity. "If this is a dream," he said softly, "I never want to wake up."

The rain outside had slowed to a gentle patter, creating a soothing rhythm that matched the beating of your hearts. Moonlight now peeked through breaks in the clouds, casting a silvery glow across the room. It illuminated Zayne's features, highlighting the curve of his jaw and the gentle slope of his nose.

You reached up, tracing the line of his collarbone with your fingertips. Zayne shivered at your touch, his arms tightening around your body.

"MC," Zayne murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "So does this mean you’ll be mine."

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up at him. A warmth bloomed in your chest, spreading through your entire body. You couldn't help the wide smile that spread across your face.

"Yes," you whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "I’m yours and you are mine."

Zayne's answering smile was radiant, his eyes crinkling at the corners with joy. He pulled you closer, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss that left you breathless.

When you finally parted, Zayne rested his forehead against yours, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your back.

As you lay there in each other's arms, the world outside faded away. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you, finally together after years of unspoken feelings and missed opportunities.

The rain continued its gentle rhythm against the windows, a soothing lullaby as you both drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of new love and endless possibilities.

A/N: Chinese numerology is something I'm very fond, of and couldn't help but include it. The number 520 (wǔ èr líng) in chinese sounds like I love you (wǒ ài nǐ). Just a little easter egg for you guys :D

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bunnib4b3s · 4 months ago

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Rafayel- Last Minute Gifts

Synopsis: With Thomas on his ass, he totally forgot to get something for MC to show that his love goes beyond her being 'just' his bodyguard. In a rush to get his gift done, with ribbons and wrapping paper strewn everywhere you stumble upon him.

Genre/ Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Friends-to-Lovers, Coworkers-to-Lovers, Smut, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Porn-with-Plot

MDNI

Word Count 2,000+

Raf did not have a sense of urgency at all. Twenty missed calls from Thomas, his phone on silent, and yet, he still couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that he was forgetting something. He had already completed the underpaintings for all his artwork for the upcoming exhibit—so why did he feel like there was something else, something important, slipping through his fingers?

With a frustrated sigh, he flipped open his sketchbook, idly running his fingers over the well-worn pages. His eyes traced the lines of various sketches—each one of you, captured in different poses, different moods. Some were rough, quick gestures; others were detailed studies, the kind he poured hours into, shading every contour with the softest touch.

Then it hit him.

His stomach dropped.

"Shit."

Valentine’s Day.

And not just any Valentine’s Day—this was supposed to be the day. The day he finally told you how he felt. The day he gave you something that said everything he hadn’t yet been able to put into words.

Panic shot through his veins. He had spent so much time agonizing over how to confess, how to make it special, that he had completely forgotten to actually prepare something. The idea of just blurting it out without anything to show for it made his skin crawl. He needed something—something meaningful.

His gaze snapped back to the sketchbook, heart pounding. The answer had been in front of him all along.

He didn’t have time to second-guess himself. Grabbing a blank canvas, he worked quickly, paint and charcoal smudging his fingers as he poured himself into each stroke. The world outside faded away—his only focus was you.

The minutes ticked by in a blur of color and movement. He barely registered the mess he was making—ribbons, wrapping paper, and discarded sketches littered the floor as he scrambled to finish.

Then—

Footsteps.

The door creaked open.

His stomach flipped as he looked up and saw you standing there, taking in the scene: the chaos, the half-finished painting, the way he was very obviously hiding something behind his back.

“…Raf?”

He froze, heart hammering against his ribs. His mind raced for an excuse—any excuse—but all that came out was, “…This isn’t what it looks like.”

Your gaze dropped to the mess of art supplies and ribbons at his feet. Then to his paint-smudged hands. Then to the telltale canvas peeking out from behind him.

You crossed your arms, a teasing glint in your eyes. “So… what does it look like?”

He swallowed hard. He could lie, brush it off as nothing. But looking at you now, standing there with that curious tilt to your head, that knowing smile—he realized he didn’t want to hide it.

With a slow, deep breath, he turned the canvas around, revealing the painting.

It was you. Not just any painting—this was different. More delicate, more deliberate. The way he captured the light in your eyes, the softness in your expression—it was raw, vulnerable, honest.

Your lips parted slightly, eyes flickering over the details. “Raf…”

His pulse roared in his ears. “I—” He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to keep going. “I was going to give this to you. As a—um—a Valentine’s gift.” He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, only succeeding in smudging more charcoal on his skin. “And, you know, maybe… finally tell you that I—”

You stepped closer, gaze locked on his, and suddenly, the words he’d been terrified to say didn’t seem so impossible anymore.

Maybe—just maybe—you already knew.

The room felt smaller, warmer, the air thick with something unspoken. You reached out, fingertips skimming along the edge of the canvas before meeting his hand. The touch was light, hesitant—but the way his breath hitched, the way his fingers curled instinctively around yours, sent something electric pulsing between you.

"You spent all this time drawing me," you murmured, voice softer now, more intimate. "Was it because you were too scared to tell me how you feel?"

Raf swallowed hard. His lips parted, but nothing came out. His pulse hammered against his skin as you took another step forward, closing the space between you.

The scent of paint and charcoal clung to him, but underneath it was him—warm, intoxicating, unmistakably Raf. Your free hand lifted, thumb brushing against a stray smear of charcoal on his cheek, and his breath stuttered.

"I—yeah," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t know how else to say it."

You tilted your head, fingers still lingering against his skin. "And now?"

His gaze dropped to your lips. His restraint was hanging by a thread.

"Now," he murmured, stepping forward so that your bodies nearly touched, "I think I'm done waiting."

His hand came up, cupping your jaw, and then—

His lips crashed into yours.

It was hungry, desperate, months—years—of pent-up tension unraveling all at once. His grip on you tightened as he pulled you flush against him, his other hand threading into your hair. He tasted like breathless anticipation and something impossibly sweet, and when you sighed into the kiss, he groaned, deep and low.

Your fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him closer. The unfinished painting, the mess of ribbons and paper, the forgotten gift—all of it faded, unimportant compared to the way he was touching you now.

"Raf—" you gasped against his mouth, but he swallowed the sound, pressing you back against the nearest surface, hands roaming, exploring, finally claiming what he'd wanted for so long.

"I should've done this so much sooner," he muttered against your skin, trailing heated kisses along your jaw, down your throat.

You laughed breathlessly, tugging at his shirt. "Then don't stop now."

His answering grin was nothing short of wicked.

"Not a chance."

Raf's hands slid under your shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist as he pressed you harder against the wall. Your head fell back, exposing more of your neck to his hungry kisses. He nipped at your pulse point, drawing a soft moan from your lips.

"God, I've wanted this for so long," he murmured against your skin, his voice husky with desire.

You tugged at his hair, pulling him back up to capture his lips in another searing kiss. Your tongues danced as hands roamed, exploring newly exposed skin with reverent touches.

Rafayel broke away, breathing heavily. His eyes were dark with want as they raked over you. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his thumb caressing your cheek.

In response, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head in one fluid motion.

His eyes widened, drinking in the sight of you. His gaze lingered on the curve of your collarbone, the swell of your breasts, the smooth expanse of your stomach. He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing.

"You're beautiful," he breathed, voice filled with awe.

His hands skimmed up your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You shivered at his touch, arching into him. His fingers danced along the edge of your bra, teasing.

"Can I...?" he asked, eyes searching yours.

You nodded, pulse quickening as he reached behind you to unclasp your bra. It fell away, and Rafayel's breath hitched. He cupped your breasts reverently, thumbs brushing over your nipples. You gasped at the sensation,

Your gasp turned into a low moan as Rafayel's skilled fingers continued their exploration, teasing and caressing. He lowered his head, replacing one hand with his mouth. His tongue swirled around your nipple before he sucked gently, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Raf," you breathed, fingers tangling in his hair.

He hummed against your skin, the vibrations making you shudder. His free hand slid down your stomach, fingers dipping below the waistband of your pants. You whimpered in anticipation as he slowly unbuttoned them, sliding the zipper down torturously slow.

Raf's lips trailed back up to your neck, nipping and sucking as his hand slipped inside your underwear. His fingers found your slick folds, and you both groaned at the contact.

"You're so wet, so perfect for me.

His fingers moved with agonizing slowness, teasing and exploring. You whimpered, hips canting forward, desperate for more friction. He chuckled softly against your neck, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

"Patience," he murmured, nipping at your earlobe.

But patience was the last thing on your mind. You tugged at his shirt, needing to feel his skin against yours. Understanding your urgency, Raf stepped back just long enough to pull it over his head before pressing against you once more.

Your hands roamed over the planes of his chest, tracing the lines of muscle. When your fingers brushed over a particularly sensitive spot, Raf's breath hitched. You filed that information away for later.

His lips found yours again as his fingers continued their ministrations, building a delicious tension low in your belly.

Raf's mouth, unable to contain the pleasure building inside you. His hand moved faster, his lips and tongue keeping pace with the movements of his fingers.

You were lost in a sea of sensations, each touch and kiss sending jolts of electricity through your body. You couldn't remember ever feeling this way before, so consumed by desire and need for another person.

As his fingers found their mark and you felt yourself reaching the edge, he pulled away from your lips and looked into your eyes. His own were dark with lust, but also filled with tenderness.

"I want to make love to you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Without hesitation, you nodded. Rafayel helped you out of the rest of your clothes before shedding his own. As he settled on top of you, skin against skin, he kissed every inch of your body with reverence.

The heat between you intensified as Rafayel's lips blazed a trail down your body. His hands caressed your curves, mapping every dip and valley as if committing them to memory. You arched into his touch, desperate for more.

He paused, hovering above you. His eyes locked with yours, filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability. "Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice husky and warm.

In response, you pulled him down for a searing kiss. "I've never been more sure of anything," you breathed against his lips.

With a groan, he entered you slowly, giving you time to adjust. You gasped at the sensation, feeling deliciously full. He stilled, pressing his forehead against yours, both of you savoring the moment.

Then he began to move, setting a languid pace that had you clutching at his shoulders. Every thrust had you seeing stars, the pleasure building with each movement. Raf's name escaped your lips in a continuous stream as he brought you to the edge and over it again and again.

He held onto you tightly, his own release close. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you and spilled his seed. You both rode out the aftershocks together, clinging to one another as if afraid to let go.

Afterwards, Raf rolled onto his side beside you, pulling you into his chest. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.

"That was...amazing," you said, still trying to catch your breath.

"It was," he agreed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You stayed like that for a while longer, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking. Eventually, reality started creeping back in and with it came a sense of unease.

"What happens now?" you asked softly.

Raf turned onto his side to face you, cupping your cheek in his hand. "What do you want to happen?"

"I don't know," you admitted, feeling uncertain about how this would all work out.

"All I know is that I want to be with you." Firmly pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You couldn't help but smile at his words. "I want that too."

And just like that, all of your worries seemed to disappear. You had no idea what the future held for the two of you but for now, being in each other's arms was enough.

As if reading your mind, Raf pulled you closer and whispered against your hair. "I promise I'll do everything in my power to keep us together."

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bunnib4b3s · 4 months ago

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Xavier- Burnt Cookies

Synopsis: Xavier wanted to confess that his feelings went past friendship, and decided that he wanted to make cookies for you. Instead his entire plan went to flames

Genre/ Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Friends-to-Lovers, Coworkers-to-Lovers, Smut, Grinding, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Porn-with-Plot

MDNI

Word Count 2,000+

Setting up to confess to your long-time crush and coworker was a little more stressful than Xavier bargained for. He had worked with Jeremiah to find a recipe for a simple batch of cookies and made the icing with him a couple of days in advance to cut down on his nerves and possible accidents.

And thank god he did. With shaking hands, he carefully kneaded and placed the dough balls onto the parchment paper, lightly pressing them down. He stuck them in the freezer and set a timer for two hours.

Okay, he had two hours to clean up, then he could nap. Unfortunately, Xavier had clearly underestimated how long cleanup would take. There was flour and bits of dough everywhere, not to mention the plethora of ingredients he had left out.

Just as he finished wiping the flour off his pants, the timer went off. He glanced at the clock.

15:02

Shit. He needed to place these in the oven ASAP. No time for a nap because you would be coming home from your mission in an hour. He set the oven to 345° and fought off sleep while waiting for it to preheat.

Once he heard the miraculous ding, he carefully placed the cookies in the oven. But his drowsiness caught up with him, and he forgot to set a timer. Before he knew it, he had passed out at the dining table, his left arm dangling off the side.

The smoke must not have woken him up, but the firefighter screaming in his ear did. With shock and confusion swirling in his sleep-addled brain, he jolted up, his chair nearly tipping over as he took in the scene before him.

Black smoke curled around the kitchen ceiling, and the intense scent of burnt sugar filled the air. The firefighter shook his head. "Kid, if you wanted to set the mood with a little heat, this isn't the safest way to do it."

Xavier groaned, running a hand through his tousled hair. "The cookies," he mumbled in despair, rubbing at his tired eyes.

"Oh yeah, they're definitely extra crispy," the firefighter deadpanned, pointing toward the charred remains of what once were cookies. The baking sheet, now coated in blackened dough, sat on the counter.

And then, as if things couldn’t get worse, the door swung open.

You stood there, eyes wide, mission gear still strapped to your frame. You took in the soot-streaked kitchen, the firemen, and Xavier—disheveled, half-asleep, and looking like he’d just survived a war.

“Xavier, what happened?!” you asked, clearly trying to make sense of it all.

Xavier groaned again, dropping his head onto the table. “I was trying to make cookies for you, but they burnt.”

"Clearly." You giggled. Walking up to him with a smile, you added, "Why don't I handle the baking up in my apartment?"

He looked up and smiled lightly as you both, along with the firefighters, shuffled out of Xavier's apartment. You led him downstairs to your place and opened the door.

Xavier was in awe of how cutely decorated your living space was. He had visited and stayed over many times before, but he hadn’t been over recently to see your new decorations since the influx of highly dangerous wanderers around the N109-zone.

You motioned for Xavier to sit down as you kicked off your shoes and headed to your room to change into something comfortable. When you returned, you found him twiddling his thumbs on the couch, his face a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

You squatted in front of him, peering up with a bright smile. Xavier’s cheeks flushed red at the sight of you.

"Soooo, why were you baking cookies for me?" you asked slyly, curiosity laced in your voice.

He truly didn’t know how to answer. It’s not like he baked for you every day, and it looked suspicious, considering it was Valentine’s Day.

With hesitation in his voice, he quietly murmured, "I wanted to do something nice for you… since I knew you'd be by yourself."

You blinked, momentarily stunned by his confession. Warmth spread through your chest, and you couldn't help but smile even wider. "That’s really sweet, Xavier. Even if you almost burnt your apartment down."

He let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, not exactly how I planned it."

You reached for his hands, fingers lightly grazing over his. "Well, how about we make those cookies together? That way, you don’t burn anything, and I get to spend time with you."

Xavier’s heart pounded. "You’d really want that?"

"Of course," you said, standing up and offering him a hand. "Come on, let’s make some cookies—properly this time."

He took your hand, fingers wrapping around yours a little tighter than necessary. Maybe his original plan had gone up in smoke, but somehow, things had worked out even better than he imagined. And as you both moved toward the kitchen, butterflies erupted in his stomach. Fuck, he was so in love with you.

As you gathered ingredients, Xavier moved closer—so close that his chest nearly pressed against your back as he reached for a measuring cup, his breath ghosting over your skin.

"You're awfully close, Xavier," you teased, smirking up at him.

His eyes darkened slightly, lips parting. "Maybe I like being close to you," he admitted, his voice low and heated.

You swallowed, your heart racing. "That so?"

He chuckled, his hand brushing against yours as he helped you stir the batter. "Yeah. And I think you like it too."

You bit your lip, staring up at him. The tension between you was thick, undeniable. "You're really bad at being subtle, Xavier."

"Not trying to be subtle anymore," he murmured, tilting his head. "I’ve wanted this for a long time. Wanted you."

Your breath hitched, heat rushing to your face. "Then why haven’t you done anything about it?"

Xavier exhaled sharply, his gaze flicking to your lips. "Because I wanted to get it right. No burning down kitchens this time."

You grinned. "And what’s your plan now?"

He smirked, setting the bowl down before sliding his hands onto your waist, fingers pressing into your hips. "Figured I’d start with this."

Before you could quip a response, his lips were on yours—warm, needy, tasting faintly of sugar and something entirely Xavier. The bowl of cookie dough was forgotten as you melted into him, gripping his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer.

Maybe the cookies could wait. You had something much sweeter right in front of you.

He turned your body to face him and his lips melted into yours. The softness of your hand in his and your light moans as he pushed his tongue deeper down your throat was easily turning you both on.

In one swift motion, Xavier hoisted you up from the kitchen counter, eliciting a simultaneous groan from your lips as he wrapped your legs around his waist. As you ground against his growing arousal, the heat between you intensified.

With no intentions of stopping, Xavier pressed you closer to him and teased you through your soaked shorts with the bulge of his erection, slowly tracing circles against your clothed core.

Breaking away from your heated make-out session, Xavier trailed light kisses down your neck before sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. His own moans mixed with yours as you pushed harder against his throbbing dick.

"God, you feel so good," Xavier groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I can only imagine how incredible you'll feel with my tongue between your legs."

The back of your hand goes against your mouth as you lightly moan at how dirty Xavier's words were ,and you couldn't help but think about how hot Xavier would be between your legs.

He removes himself from your neck and looks down at your glossy eyes and swollen lips with a lustful gaze and smirks, "Yeah? You want me to eat your pretty pussy out? Make a mess all over my face gorgeous?"

Your legs tremble in his tight grip as you weakly nod in agreement. Without hesitation, Xavier hoists you up and throws you onto the couch with a force that knocks the breath out of you.

As you look down at him, he wastes no time ripping off your shorts and exposing your wet panties. His hand presses against your slick center, his thumb teasingly tracing circles over the fabric. You whimper at the sensation and see the intense desire in Xavier's eyes as he gazes hungrily at your soaked panties.

With feverish urgency, he pulls you forward by your hips until his face is pressed against your panty-covered sex. Inhaling deeply, he kisses and licks a path up and down your folds until you're trembling and grasping at his head.

Slowly, he pulls away and looks up at you with those piercing blue eyes and flushed cheeks. With deliberate movements, he removes your panties and discards them to the side. As he readies himself between your thighs, his gaze never leaves yours.

"Please, Xavier, don't make me wait any longer," you beg, unable to withstand the anticipation any longer.

That's all the confirmation Xavier needs as he eagerly buries his face between your glistening lips. He moans around his mouthful of your delicious taste as he plunges his tongue deep inside you. His nose rubs against your sensitive clit in a tantalizing rhythm, while his skilled fingers join in to add even more intoxicating pleasure.

He focuses on sucking and licking your swollen lips while simultaneously circling and teasing your throbbing clit. You can't hold back any longer as you cry out in uncontrollable pleasure.

"Fuck, your pussy is so beautiful. I wish I could have tasted you sooner...you taste fucking amazing," Xavier groans into your core, his hooded eyes locking with yours in a lustful daze.

Just looking at him intensifies your climax, and you feel yourself spiraling into euphoria. Xavier continues to work his magic on you, relentless in his rhythm, his fingers thrusting faster and his tongue flicking with precision.

Unable to contain yourself any longer, you buck your hips against his face, gripping his head between your thighs as you ride out your orgasm. He doesn't let up, holding your thighs tightly as he devours every last drop of pleasure from you.

Finally, when your body relaxes and your thighs release their hold on him, he looks up at you with a satisfied smirk.

Your heavy eyelids fluttered as your vision slowly cleared, focusing on the ceiling above you. The room was quiet except for the two of you, both gasping for air after the intense moment you had just shared.

Your heart thumped against your chest, still feeling the rush of adrenaline as you looked over at Xavier. He was resting calmly against your hip, his eyes closed in peaceful contentment.

You reach up and run your fingers through his tousled hair, eliciting a soft smile from him as his eyes peep open. He slowly sits up, glancing down at you with affection.

"Why don't we finish those cookies now that we've caught our breath?" he suggests, pulling your hand down to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to your palm.

"Shouldn't I return the favor? You didn't quite finish," you tease playfully.

Xavier's innocent expression quickly turns mischievous as he stands up, revealing a wet spot on his pants. Your eyes widen in surprise, taking in the evidence of his pleasure.

He looks back at you with a sly grin, waiting for your reaction. You can't help but burst into a fit of giggles at the sight.

"Well I guess we should finish those cookies then, Xavier," you say with a playful wink.

"Only if it means I get to do more of this," he whispers against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"I wouldn't dream of stopping you," you reply with a smirk as you wrap your arms around his waist.

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