#Zyair Malloy fanfiction

[megamindsecretlair]

baby after watching this can we get more trevante pleeaasseee 😫😫 i ain’t good with giving request at all but shy reader that rocks his world 😭😩

A/N: I'm not sure if this will satisfy this. Please tell me if it doesn't, because baby....you ain't right for that video! How about a little corruption kink to go with that shy-ish reader?

Masterlist Chapter 2

Pairing: Dom!Zyair Malloy x Lawyer!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Slow burn. Corruption kink, minor D/s elements, power imbalance, all consensual. Some mentions of violence.

Summary: When Zyair Malloy, an artist accused of killing his ex-girlfriend, walks into your office, you want to throw him out. However, he's caught you at a time when you're beginning to fight for a different life for yourself. Zyair awakens things in you that you never thought you were capable of. Will you survive it?

Word Count: 4,036k

A/N: Whew lordt, let's see where this little series takes me. Not sure how long it'll be, but lemme know if you want to hop off this ride! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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“Are you fucking serious?” You snapped into the phone, staring at your computer screen. Ever since your no-good husband fucked off his job, you took a more proactive role in looking at your finances. No longer a two-income household, you were back to budgeting and making your money stretch. 

You weren’t poor by any means, thank goodness, but you couldn’t ball out anymore whenever you wanted. No more expensive food deliveries or restaurants, no more spa days, no more impromptu trips on the weekends or after a major case. 

“What?” Your husband asked, like the idiot didn’t know what you were talking about. 

“You bought your mom that expensive ass necklace with my money?” You hissed. You felt like crying. Every day, your husband, Kal, made you feel small. Or like you were going crazy. You didn’t want to turn into a screaming harpy every time he did something. But he was always doing something.  

“It was her birthday,” Kal said defensively, having the nerve to get huffy. 

“Kal–” You cut yourself off. You gripped the phone tightly, the sides pressing into your palms enough to hurt. 

You heard your name called behind you and you turned around to see your assistant, Callie, standing beside a large man. He filled up the entirety of your office door, standing like a dark spector in all black and black shades pushed up to his head. 

Callie looked haggard, out of breath, as she pleaded with you with her eyes. You didn’t know how long they had been standing there or how much they heard. Kal was in the middle of some bullshit excuse about not being shown up by his older brother. 

You hung up in his face, saving your energy for the fight you were bound to have at home. You opened your arms to Callie, indicating what the hell she thought she was doing letting a stranger into your office. Especially when you told her to clear at least an hour for the verbal tongue lashing you planned to give to Kal. 

“I tried to stop him. I told him you were in a meeting–”

The man pushed forward with a mean swagger to his step. He approached you and held out his hand. “I’m Zyair Malloy,” he said.

You looked from his outstretched hand to the man himself. The name sounded familiar but you were still in “bitch” mode. A bubble of heated emotions with nowhere to direct it to. Too bad. He was attractive. With rich, dark skin, a neat beard, and a sense of style. He had a neat smile as well, instantly putting you at ease.

The problem was, you didn’t want to be at ease. You wanted to rage and scream. You were hurting and you wanted the world to stop for a minute and comfort you. Tell you that you weren’t crazy and you deserved some type of retribution for the shit you put up with. 

“You can’t barge in here. If you want to make an appointment–” 

“I need you,” he said, cutting you off, which you hated. His words, however, had the opposite effect and you felt your body heat up in strange ways. “I need the best lawyer and that’s you.” 

“Mr. Malloy–”

“Zyair,” he said, cutting you off again. 

You narrowed your eyes and put your hands on your hips. “Mr. Malloy, this is a bad time,” you said. 

“Zyair,” he said again, giving you a small smile. “Maddy said you were the best. After you helped him with Vinny, he can’t sing your praises loud enough.” 

Now it started to make a bit of sense. You vaguely remembered Maddy mentioning something about this man, something about him needing a lawyer. After getting a stiff drink to deal with the dinner, you barely remembered anything. It still boggled the mind how Kal and Ray came from someone as sweet as their mother. 

You liked your mother-in-law. It was a rare sentence, but after all she’d been through, you kind of understood why she protected her boys so tough. Their dad absconded with his secretary, leaving the boys and their mother to fend for themselves. She did have a problem with your best friend and sister-in-law, Charlise. You’d never been able to get to the bottom of it, and you asked Charlise at least once a week. 

“Mr. Malloy,” you started, placing emphasis on his last name. “This isn’t a good time like I said.”

“Hear me out. Five minutes of your time and I’ll compensate you for it. Just…please,” he said. All amusement left him. He looked into your eyes and you found your resolve weakening with every breath that passed.

Hell. It would be the easiest five minutes you got paid for. You nodded to Callie and she breathed a sigh of relief, leaving your office and leaving you alone with Zyair. Your phone buzzed in your hand, Kal calling you back. You had a number of missed messages. He hated when you hung up on him. Good. Bitch nigga. 

You pointed to the chair in front of your desk and walked around to your side, grabbing the chair and sitting in it. You had a gorgeous office, with clear walls and an amazing view of the Chicago skyline. You worked damn hard to get here and you were not cheap.

“I should warn you that five minutes will cost you, Mr. Malloy,” you said. He looked like he had a bit of money, but again, you weren’t cheap. 

He relaxed into the chair as if he owned it. As if he dragged it into the room behind him and plopped down. Like a king surrendering to a temporary throne. He cleared his throat. “I’m being accused of killing my ex-girlfriend,” he said.

“Did you do it?” You asked. 

He startled, blinking a few times at you. “I thought lawyers didn’t ask those type of questions,” he said.

“I’m not most lawyers. Doesn’t matter if you did. Everyone’s entitled to a defense and I can’t do my job without the full picture. I don’t like being blindsided,” you said. The absolute worst feeling in the world was being in the courtroom, caught with your pants down because the prosecutor trotted out a surprise attack. The key to a good defense was being prepared. And that meant knowing absolutely everything. 

Zyair nodded like he was satisfied with the answer. As if all this time, he was silently interviewing you. It was weird. It grated. And it made you want to win his silent approval. 

Maybe this had been a mistake. You were still reeling from Kal’s betrayal. The last thing you needed was a possible criminal darkening your door and confusing your feelings.

“I didn’t kill her. I swear on my life that I’m innocent,” he said.

You huffed. “Everyone’s innocent, Mr. Malloy,” you said. “Can you prove it? What do they have on you?” 

“Blood found on one of my paintings. Trashed apartment. No body and my alibi…let’s say they don’t believe me,” he said. 

“Where were you?” You asked. It was interesting that he was open with details except when it came to his alibi. 

“A place they don’t have receipts. I value my privacy and it won’t do me any favors to offer up where I truly was,” he said. 

You tapped a nail on your desk as you mulled him over. Usually, you were a better judge of character. Your discerning eye was legendary in the lawyer sphere, able to hunt through bullshit. Again, you blamed Kal. He got you so discombobulated, you couldn’t determine if Zyair was being real or not. 

“Why should I take your case? A law student could defend you and get you off,” you said.

Zyair rubbed his jaw, looking out of your window for a beat before flicking his eyes back to you. “You ever feel like you’re being punished for being you? For not fitting in with the Black monolith stereotype?” He asked.

You blinked. You knew exactly how that felt. Like every room you entered was a battleground and you had to assess it like a war general. And yet, at the end of the day, you were too Black, too aggressive, too quiet, too mean, too sassy, or too bossy for someone and they concluded that you were evil incarnate. 

You stared at Zyair long enough for him to continue. “I have…dark tastes. And I’m not always able to find partners who share those tastes. My artwork, my way of thinking, my…identity is other. And once you’re other you’re…”

“Nothing,” you finished. 

Zyair nodded. “I live fast, live hard, and love even harder. It can be strange from the outside looking in and I feel like I’m getting a raw deal because of that. Not because I actually did anything to anybody. I have no priors. I’m not out here in the streets living like a diva, getting arrested every other Tuesday. I just want to do art and I don’t wanna lose that shit because the DA got it out for me.”

You choked on a laugh. “The DA?” It was truly amazing how people told on themselves the longer you allowed them to talk. “Did you approach me because the DA is prosecting this?” 

This fucking family. You wanted to throw your sofa threw the glass window. Which would be quite a feat since the glass was reinforced and the couch weighed hundreds of pounds. You stared at it. It was a really comfy, teal sofa. Oftentimes, when working on a case, you laid on it and lamented about the state of the case before you or Jimmy managed to find a hail Mary. 

“Yes. And because you’re the best lawyer in Chicago,” he said and managed a saucy smile. You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile of your own. At least he was honest about that. 

You took a deep breath, sighing audibly for his benefit. You weren’t completely sold. But you did have a little devil on your shoulder telling you to take the case just to spite Ray. Just to stare at him from across the dinner table and watch him sit and stew about how he couldn’t order you around. 

“If I take this case, Mr. Malloy–”

“Thank you!” He said, grinning wide. Fuck. His smile was gorgeous. He could be a movie star if he truly wanted to with a smile like that. It managed to be flirty and mysterious at the same time. Like he was sitting on a secret and teased you about it.

“If I take this case, we have to get some things clear,” you said and raised your eyebrows. Zyair stopped smiling and folded his hands in his lap. The picture perfect attentive listener.

“I am not your friend. I’m not your therapist. I’m not your sister, your mother, your cousin, your bartender, or your rabbi. If I do this, I need the truth. No matter how uncomfortable you are. No matter how embarrassing. I can’t defend you with one arm tied behind my back.” 

To his credit, he didn’t interrupt this time. “If I take your case, my word is law. Will that be a problem?” 

Zyair visibly relaxed, sinking down into your plush chair. A king indeed. “Not at all. I love taking orders,” he said. 

You narrowed your eyes at him. You were pretty sure he was flirting. Hell, it’d been so long since you were flirted with you were starting to lose your touch. “And I’m definitely not someone who’s going to sleep with you, Mr. Malloy.” 

Zyair held up his hands with another one of those devastating smiles. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said. 

You knew he was full of shit and yet… “I’m going to think about it. You can leave your payment with my assistant that you bullied,” you said. 

“Yes, ma’am. I also want to apologize for barging in. I’ll apologize to your assitant as well.” He stood up, fixing his sweater around his broad shoulders. Someone that damn fine shouldn’t be allowed to wear all black. With his complexion, the black outfit seemed to melt into his skin. And highlight it at the same time. 

“Leave your contact information as well. If I take the case, I’ll let you know.” 

“I look forward to hearing from you.” He gave you one last, smug smile before turning and leaving your office. 

It was probably a mistake to entertain this foolishness. You watched his retreating form, heading to Callie’s desk to speak to her. You watched as he moved, as he interacted with others. He wasn’t a man used to hearing the word “no”. 

You weren’t sure how well this will play out. Already, he seemed to grate on your nerves as he was unable to let you have the last word. You could see yourself butting heads with him a lot.

You fired off a quick text to Jimmy to meet you in your office. A moment later, Jimmy breezed into the room. 

Jimmy was reliable. That was one of his most redeeming qualities. And he was just as shady as you needed him to be. You relied on him a bit too much, but he never seemed to mind. Even when you had him doing off the books investigations like determining if your husband was cheating on you or not.

It was one thing to have a deadbeat husband who wouldn’t do better but he still loved you. It was an entirely different thing to have a deadbeat husband who wouldn’t do better because he was balls deep in some other bitch. 

Jimmy sat in the seat that Zyair previously occupied and rested one leg over his knee. He was a man that reminded you of a puppy some days. Fidgety and playful, he couldn’t sit still sometimes. “What’s up, boss?” He asked.

You leaned back in your seat and crossed your legs. “I need everything you can dig up on Zyair Malloy…”

Early dinner with the family. Yay. You snuck a glass of wine as Charlise finished setting the table. You helped, setting out dishes that Charlise spent all day cooking. 

“This smells incredible, Char,” you said. The saucy, herb-like aroma filled your nostrils and made your mouth water. Despite your attitude, Ray and Charlise had a beautiful home with a nice kitchen. They had to; they had beautiful children to look after.

You shared an apartment with Kal. An expensive apartment with a beautiful view. Lately though, it seemed more like a gilded cage. Some days, you swore the walls were closing in on you. Just for you to blink and realize that the walls were perfectly fine. 

“Thanks, sis,” she said with a tight smile. Likely gearing up for whatever criticism was coming her way.

“Char,” you started.

“Wonderful timing! Isn’t it a little early to be drinking?” Ray boomed, waltzing into the dining room like he was king of the castle. Funny how him walking into the room paled in comparison to Zyair. There was a commanding presence surrounding Zyair. Whereas Ray seemed like a kid playing in his father’s suits and ties. 

“Isn’t a little early to be a dick?” You shot back, taking a sip of your wine and smiling at him over the rim. 

He sighed, staring at you as you did so. You knew he wanted to say something nasty. Something to get your chest burning with rage as you fought not to scratch his eyes out. He was saved from saying anything as his mother, Azalea, and Kal walked into the room as well. 

Ray didn’t spare his wife a glance as he held out the chair for his mother to sit down at the head of the table. Ray and Kal sat on either side of her, leaving you and Charlise to sit across from each other, next to your respective man. It left you without an ally to whisper to while Azalea talked about living the retired life. 

She was a sweet woman when she wanted to be, but she genuinely needed a hobby that did not include meddling in her son’s lives. Looking at them together, it made your heart ache to see how much love and respect flowed through them.

You and Charlise often talked about how hard it was to enter their orbit. You got it. They only had each other. But it often made you feel alienated, like you weren’t allowed in the cool club. 

“Thank you for showing up tonight. Food actually looks good tonight,” Azalea said. You opened your mouth, ready to defend your sister. But Charlise caught your eye and shook her head.

Bless her. Charlise let these people walk all over her. You wanted to shake her. Didn’t she have any kind of self-respect? Didn’t she want to be happy in her marriage, speaking her mind? Who cared if these people got upset? 

No woman in history ever became happy by biting her tongue and cowing to a man. You backed down however. You didn’t want to make Charlise uncomfortable in her own house.

“I wanted you to hear it from me, that I’m running for Mayor of Chicago,” Ray said. Bowls were starting to get passed around and you stared at Ray. Was he fucking serious? 

“That’s amazing, bro!” Kal said. With is goofy ass. You couldn’t help rolling your eyes at your man. His hero worship of his brother smooth got on your nerves. And you weren’t done being mad at him for the necklace fiasco.

After a royally fucked up argument between you, he retreated to the living room to play video games all night. Giggling and shit into the microphone. Was he twelve or a grown ass man? 

The argument went no where and you spent the next few days in a quiet, cold apartment unwilling to tolerate being in the same room as him. 

“This new case is going to get me there. Once I bury that bastard Zyair Malloy – excuse my language, Mother – I’m all but a sure win. We need to crack down on crime and painting him as the monster he is will be the icing on top.” 

Azalea clapped her hands, grinning from ear to ear, pleased with her son’s ambitions. You played with the idea of blurting out that you were defending him. Jimmy turned up quite a bit about Zyair. Enough to make you curious about how he spent his time when he wasn’t showing off his artwork in galleries or attending fundraisers for the arts. 

You didn’t see anything too incriminating in the online stuff. In private, Jimmy tracked him to his studio and to his home. There wasn’t many instances that Zyair was caught out partying. Doubly so now that he was accused of murder. The press was having a field day with “Dreamboat Turned Killer”. 

“I’m thinking about defending him,” you announced, taking a sip of wine. The table quieted as everyone looked at you. 

Azalea was the first to giggle. “Oh sweetie, don’t say that. You can’t try the case against your brother-in-law. Isn’t that a conflict of interest?” Azalea looked between you and Ray. The both of you were currently locked in a stare down. 

He blinked first and you hid a smirk behind another sip of wine. You’d have to ask Charlise what the hell she bought. This type of sweet red had you feeling more reckless than usual. 

“I’m sure we can be professional. Wouldn’t you agree?” You asked.

“What the hell are you doing?” Kal hissed. You ignored him, still staring at Ray. He smiled, seemingly at ease. But you saw the crease in the corners of his eyes. The way his mouth tightened. 

“You’re not defending him,” he barked. 

You giggled. You began to dig into your food. You took your time swirling the spaghetti noodles around your spoon and then bringing it to your lips. You were on the fence but now you weren’t. It was petty to take a case because someone said you couldn’t. But a part of you was reaching your limit with Ray and his overbearing, egotistical ways. Men like him couldn’t snap his fingers and expect you to hop to. 

“Yes, I am. You just convinced me. Thank you so much, Ray,” you said. You were the only one eating. That was fine. Charlise looked at you as if you’d lost your mind. 

Perhaps you did. You hadn’t told her about Kal’s fuck up and it was killing you. You were more ashamed than anything else. More hurt that your once perfect life was crumbling before your eyes and you couldn’t do anything about it. The least you could do was have fun on the way down. 

Ray chuckled. “You must not have heard me. You’re not defending him.” 

You continued to chew as if he didn’t lay down another order. When you were done, you wiped your mouth with the napkin. “Yes, I am.” 

“Baby–” Kal said. You held up a hand to hold him off. There was nothing his bitch ass could say to sway you at the moment. With the way you were feeling, you were liable to spill his little secret too. That his junkie ass was getting high off of his own damn supply. 

“Do you have any idea what kind of shit storm this would kick up if my sister-in-law defends the same man I’m sending to prison?” 

“You sound pretty sure of yourself, that he’s going to prison. With me defending him, he’s probably going to get a personal apology from the real Mayor,” you said. 

Was that vein thumping in his temple? You watched his jaw flex as he chuckled again. 

“You are –”

“I have cancer!” Azalea shouted.

You dropped your fork and spoon onto your plate, a loud clanging sound ringing out. Azalea huffed, fresh tears welling into her eyes. “Oh, please don’t fight! I shouldn’t have just blurted that out. But…we’re family at the end of the day,” she said. She cut a scathing look at Charlise. “Most of us anyway.” 

“Mother, what do you mean?” Kal asked. 

She leaned her hands forward, palms up. Kal and Ray took one of her hands in theirs. She sniffled a bit, looking back and forth between them. “I have cancer, my babies. I hadn’t been feeling well…” She trailed off and shook her head. “I’m not sure what stage I am or…oh, it’s so overwhelming. There’s so many tests my doctor wants to run. Anyway. I don’t want us to fight, okay?” 

She looked at you, fresh little tears in her eyes that miraculously hadn’t fell yet. You felt awful for thinking it, but you weren’t always sure your mother-in-law was as sweet as she seemed to be. There were moments, often like this one, where she always had clever words. Clever delivery too. Moments where she seemed like a shark, biding her time in the water until some hapless fish happened by. 

Just as easily, she looked so small and frail sandwiched between her sons, swallowed up by their hugs and their concern. She patted their hands and reassured them that she was fine, that they didn’t have to worry so much, and that this shouldn’t distract Ray from his big, important case or run for Mayor. 

You picked up your wine, finishing it in one fell swoop. You shared a glance with Charlise. She didn’t seem to buy the whole act either. You made a mental note to finally get to the bottom of what happened between them. What happened to turn Azalea against Charlise? 

You sat back, looking at the mother and her sons comforting each other. Their worry was palpable. You offered your own condolences, but you felt like you were intruding on a private moment. Wasn’t the first time you felt like that around them.

You dug back into your food and thought through defense strategies for Zyair. This case was important, you could feel it. You only hoped that you could defend him to the best of your ability. Just so you could see the look on Ray’s face in the courtroom.

Masterlist | Chapter 2

[avoidthings]

sweet, sweet fantasy | z. malloy

About: Zyair’s feelings for his roommate, Athena boil to the surface. This takes place during Zyair’s starving artist/college f!boy years, circa 2014ish. [word count: 2.4k]

Warnings: Filth with a *dash* of plot, masturbation (male), voyeurism, oral (both receiving), unprotected PIV, explicit language

When Athena put an ad in the campus bulletin for a roommate, she was not expecting the man that currently resided in her—now their— shared apartment. She didn’t feel the need to specify a gender in the posting, betting on her maturity if an attractive man inquired and desperately needing anyone able to help foot the bill. That’s where Zyair, twenty-four-year-old design student by day, aspiring artist by night, presented himself. He came bearing splattered drop cloths and three months of rent in cash, the latter too tempting for Athena to deny.

He moved in almost immediately, but took some time to unveil much of his personality. Over the first few months their interactions were curt, with Athena only speaking to him amidst the shuffle of the day. As a middle child to sisters, Zyair was a stickler for checking in before touching the thermostat or hopping in the shower. They preferred to communicate wordlessly, through stolen glances at the other or facial cues. Zyair liked to admire the dew of her skin in the morning, (courtesy of the nighttime routine she performed religiously) and the pair of dimpled thighs that poked out of her sleep shorts. He didn’t mind when the hallway was pervaded by her scent, warm vanilla, as she padded out of the shower, mist billowing behind the bathroom door.

Athena found herself secretly eyeing a new part of his body every day, as he wasn’t shy to show it. He often forgoes his shirt on his beeline to the bathroom after working on a particularly inspiring piece, preferring to paint in just overalls. The space was wedged right between their respective bedrooms and the walls were rather thick, muffling sound emitted on either side. As time progressed, they became more familiar, and longing stares became lingering touches. Athena’s fingers brushing against his when passing him a dinner plate, and his palm gracing the small of her back while maneuvering through the kitchen. She deduced his actions as thoughtless, but the flip in her belly said otherwise. Meanwhile, it was becoming harder for Zyair to ignore the tension that bubbled between them.

It was a lazy Sunday he spent home alone while Athena ran errands, leaving enough time for his wandering mind to succumb to desire. Images of her preoccupied his thoughts, joining hues that often flashed behind his eyes as he sunk into his desk chair. He pictured her among cascades of reds and blues, itching to know if passion lay behind her solemnity. Zyair felt like an adolescent with their first crush, goosebumps creeping behind his neck at the mere thought. He chewed at his lip, shocked at how easily it was to work him up despite not physically being near her.

His eyes dropped to the tent pitched in his sweatpants, noticing the small, but growing spot of wetness against the cotton. Zyair cursed, inhaling a breath as he slid his fingers across the band, releasing the drawstring from its knot. A wave of relief swept up his spine as he grabbed the shaft of his dick, imagining Athena’s softer hands in place of his own.

Zyair’s fantasy began with her kneeling at the foot of his desk, batting her almond eyes at the sight of him. He pumped himself leisurely at first, running a thumb across his head in the way he wished her tongue could. The opposite hand yanked at his college t-shirt when his pace began to increase. He took the hem into his mouth to bite, shameful moans streaming from his lips.

He groaned at the thought of Athena under his whim, her name now slipping from his lips wistfully. How her pussy would grip him tightly, while his hands secured their place at the fold of her thighs. After he said it once it was like he couldn’t stop, shirt falling out his mouth so the sounds could ring freely within the air. The click of the door unlocking missed Zyair’s ears as he continued to stroke himself, his stomach tightening when he slowed his pace to knead at his balls.

Athena had entered the apartment, dropping her keys on the counter and shrugging out of her jacket. She cocked a brow as her roommate’s moaning resounded in the entryway. Zyair was calling out to her, unbeknownst that his roommate had returned home earlier than expected. She tread towards the source of the noise and froze at the scene that lay ahead.

The door was open enough for her to drink in the image, shoes buckled to the ground in shock. There Zyair sat in his room, legs outstretched and jerking himself off to her. Sweat beading over his furrowed brows, head cocked and jaw slackened just enough to pour out his groans.

Athena shifted from where she stood, warmth quickly spreading to the apples of her cheeks. He was big, was her first thought, her own need reflecting in the slickness that gathered between her thighs. His eyes were low as he blinked them open to lock eyes with her figure in his doorway. Zyair knew he was definitely too far gone to stop, and the chagrin on her face made the moment even sweeter. His hips snapped up into his hand as the muse presented herself, darkly undressing his body with a stare.

“You see what you do to me?” he teased, a gasp prying her lips apart once she realized he caught her beneath his lidded gaze. Her eyes widened when his pace quickened, the squelch of his skin meeting her ears. Zyair glazed his tongue over his lips, a dimpled smirk spreading soon after.

“I’m so fuckin’ close. I just need you right…here,” the sound of Zyair calling to her wasn’t one Athena imagined, but it was hotter than anything she could fathom. She could tell he was close as his hand lost its rhythm, he refused to peel his eyes from her face and the fidget of her legs. The thread in the pit of his stomach began to snap, head tossing back and a whimper sneaking from Athena’s lips at the sight. Zyair groaned a mixture of her name and curses as ropes of his release spluttered across his abdomen. His eyes finally dropped to a close, and he amounted to a panting mess in front of his admirer.

A streak of boldness washed over Athena, who began to drop her clothes at his door. Zyair opened his eyes to behold her, swallowing thickly as she crouched at the base of his seat. At this moment, reality surpassed any fantasy he could have concocted.

“Tell me again, baby. Where do you want me,” she purred, with a hand daring to pull his pants below his knees. Heavy breaths took the place of his speech, wounding his fingers over hers to direct her instead. Athena laved kisses at the junction of his pelvis, marking a scathing trail in her wake.

He could've sworn he saw God when her lips wrapped around the tip of his dick, her tongue flitting out ever so softly. Relaxing her jaw, Athena took him in as far as she could, keeping her hand steady around the base. She drew back just enough for her spit to drip along the shaft and slurped it right back up. Zyair cursed, wrapping a hand at the nape of her neck to guide her motions further. Her moans were muffled with her mouth full, taking pleasure in the feel of him growing inside of her mouth. It didn't take long before Zyair was fully hard again, but he was far from satiated.

“C’mere,” he cupped her jaw to raise her up to his mouth, lips crashing against hers for the first time. Athena hummed into the kiss, allowing his eager tongue entry. Zyair’s hand slid to her throat, pulling her as close as he could in his lap. His erection prodded at her inner thigh as she straddled his lap, kissing him deeper.

Holding Athena up by the underside of her thighs, her back met his sheets within a blink. “I’ve thought about having you like this, for a long, long time,” Zyair confessed, eyes raking over her panting chest. His lips sponged at every inch of her body in his line of sight, and Athena began to squirm. His scruff tickled her bare skin and mouth sucked purpling marks against her inner thighs. He made his way up from her stomach to her sternum, snapping her bra off to dangle on his bedpost. “Zyair, stop teasing.” she started to whine, words only met with his deep chuckles. He dipped his finger to her folds, Athena’s arousal coating him readily. She attempted to rock against his hand but Zyair stopped her, pinning her hip to the mattress. He dropped his head lower, pressing his lips to the shell of her ear.

“So wet and I ain't even do shit. you like watching me, huh?” he goaded, arching a brow as he awaited her answer. Her body continued to weep for him, screaming the affirmative before it could leave her lips. Although that wasn’t enough for an impatient Zyair, callously gripping her cheeks.  

“You speak when you’re spoken to,” he growled. She blinked up at the reason for her undoing, “Y-yes! Yes, I like it,” stammering into the sweltering kiss she earned for her response.

Zyair pulled off her underwear, and Athena sucked in a breath at the cool air against her bareness. “Keep those eyes on me,” he latched both legs around his shoulders, keeping a firm grip on her thighs before lining himself at her entrance. They groaned in chorus as he stretched her tight pussy, her hands splayed to his back to brace for more.

She obeyed him, eyes welling with tears of unbridled pleasure as she took in each stroke. Zyair drew his hips back before burrowing deeper, drinking in the view of her furrowed brows and staggered expression.

“So gorgeous just like this, fuckin’ ruined for me.” he praised her, bringing his hand back down to seal around her throat.

“Oh, fuck just like that, Daddy,” the title caused his hips to stall, Zyair mustering enough focus to regain the momentum of his thrusts. “Talk to me baby, tell me how it feels,” he cooed, coaxing her to speak through her short gasps.

“So fucking good,” Athena breathed, eyes lulling back at the first push of his tip against her spot. He gripped the headboard above them to gain precision, fucking into her as she lost all resolve.

“Zy..air I think I’m gonna…oh!,” her back arched off of the bed at the pleasure that overtook her body, her ankles wound at his sides. He kept his pace through her first orgasm, another knot forming as quick as it was to come loose. He leaned back on his knees, pulling her to his damp chest.

Without instruction she held his shoulders, slowly grinding her hips on him. Zyair left messy kisses on the underside of her jaw and chin, “Good girl, keep fucking me,” he growled. She could only moan in response, as he kept his hands on her waist, securing her place in his lap. Athena started to move faster, bouncing herself on his length with little mewls tumbling from swollen lips.

He caught one of her breasts in his mouth and palmed the other, the swirl of his tongue around her bud stiffening it to a peak. Athena tossed her head back, giving Zyair a the perfect view of the marks he left on her neck just moments prior. She was scratching at his shoulders now, her hips losing their rhythm in her chase for a release.

“Look at me while you cum on Daddy’s dick,” her face fell back to his, wayward coils shrouding her temples and eyes clouded with lust. He was absolutely intoxicated off of her, the arousal that crowded them and the taste of her skin. He began to thrust up as she shuddered in his lap, her climax dancing on the tip of her tongue.

Zyair reached between them to thumb at her bundle of nerves, sending her into her peak for the second time. He continued to buck inside her while his own release took over, groaning uncontrollably as Athena squeezed him just right. Color flashed behind his eyes as he came, filling her to the brim.

He ushered her back to the sheets, a blissed out Athena gazing down at him. Zyair dropped his head between her legs to clean her up, causing her to jerk from the sensitivity. His tongue swirled around her folds, licking up the mixture of his arousal with her own. “Mm, it’s too much,” she gripped at his head, while his mouth continued its mission at the apex of her thighs.

Zyair ignored her pleas, lapping up the cream around her swollen bud until she came again, juices flowing on his lips. He pushed the rest of his cum back inside of her with his fingers, taking a mental photograph of how pretty it looked. Zyair rose off of the bed, his face glistening with the evidence of their escapade around his mouth. He disappeared to their joint bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth to wipe along her thighs. He sifted through his drawers, grabbing an extra shirt and pair of basketball shorts for Athena to wear.

“You don’t have to do that,” she rasped, “I live like ten feet away.” he walked to the edge of the bed where she was sprawled, bare and sheeted with sweat. “Can you walk those twenty feet, though?” Zyair challenged Athena, snatching the clothes from his hands with a roll of her eyes.

He nestled her onto his chest after she dressed herself, brushing the sweat off of her brow. “You don’t have any idea how beautiful you are,” Zyair spoke lowly. she held back a smile, but her eyes gave her away.

“You don’t have to—,” Athena repeated, hiding her face in his chest. He kissed his teeth, “I’m being serious, you're gorgeous, and you’re nasty as hell too. Tryna be all shy.”

“Thank you,” she whispered genuinely, leaning up close enough to drop a kiss to his chin. They lay like that until they dozed off into a midday nap, only waking up to order takeout to eat seated parallel to the other, sneaking glances over the table.

Author’s Note: If you made it this far, thank you :) This is a revamp of something I wrote years ago, I'd love your thoughts.

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Kill Her Softly - Masterlist

Zyair Malloy x Black!Fem!reader

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Summary: During a crossroads in your life, a seemingly straight forward case lands in your lap. Your husband, Kal, leaves you feeling undervalued. His overbearing family makes you feel small. When Zyair Malloy, an artist accused of killing his ex-girlfiend, walks into your office, you want to throw him out. However, he's caught you at a time when you're beginning to fight for a different life for yourself. Zyair awakens things in you that you never thought you were capable of. Will you survive it?

Chapter 1

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The Secret Zyair Malloy Files

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