#Zyair Malloy smut

[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

[thecapodomme]

The Muse Part I

The Muse Part II (Coming Soon)

Need You (Coming Soon)

[megamindsecretlair]

The Secret Zyair Malloy Files

Do not copy or repost my work. Reblogs are encouraged. Do not use my work to train AI. 18+ only. Minors do not interact. Multiple uses of n-word.

Zyair Malloy x Black!reader Fics

Kill Her Softly - Series, uses of n-word

[thecapodomme]

THE MUSE 🎨🖌️

Paired Up: DOM! Trevante Rhodes As Zyair Malloy x SUB! Black Fem/Plus size Reader!

Background Music/ Song Inspired by @kittehkwrites

Word Count: 4,390 (Yikes, but not counting the lyrics)

WARNINGS: Mature Audiences: 18+, Minors DNI -(HEAVY Daddy kink, BDSM, SMUT, SMUT, MORE SMUT! PROFANITY!, Established Relationship, , Some use of AAVE, The N word, light Bondage, Breeding kink, Tease and Denial, Wax play ,Choking, Grabbing, Hair Pulling, spanking, Praise, Smacking of the face ,Fingering (F), unprotected sex , A BIT OF A LONG READ, Some grammatical errors because IDK WTF i'm doing! (Capo say sike..Right now. lol But Im deadass) ... and all over Nastiness. Did I miss anything?

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Synopsis: In the glitzy world of art and indulgence, Zyair and Y/N reign as the epitome of a power couple, their magnetic connection sizzling with untamed desire. Their love story ignites from the ashes of Zyair's artistic stagnation, sparked by the fateful encounter at a decadent sex party. From that moment, their lives intertwine, fueled by passion and creativity, leaving behind a trail of whispered rumors and envious glances.

As their anniversary dawns, Zyair prepares for his long-awaited art show, his first since meeting Y/N. Yet, his thoughts stray not to the gallery's pristine walls but to the allure of his beloved, whose presence electrifies every inch of his being. The clock ticks away as Zyair's anticipation grows, his yearning for Y/N eclipsing all other distractions as he finally comes home.

But time slips away in the tender embrace of their love, their passion threatening to consume them whole. As the hours blur into a haze of whispered promises and heated caresses, Zyair and Y/N find themselves ensnared in each other's arms, oblivious to the outside world. They are late for the grand affair, yet in the realm of their intimacy, time holds no dominion.

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A/N: first off ... I'M RUSTY OK. Also I'm a bit upset because my older brother was like "who writes fan fics anymore they're so passé." 🥹 I said am I not a writer? Did I not get a journalism degree? Did my teachers not push me to do this and saw something? He didn't have anything to say back. But anyway! Is this self indulgent? YES. Are you still going to enjoy it? YES! BRAIN ROT....? YEAH IM GLITCHIN'! Be easy this is my first Fan fic/Smut I'm nervous. I love yall! It's real nasty because... I want him to do this to all of us! Do you hear me?! Slight delay because I was transfixed with the dialogue. I was really trying to get the essence of Zyair. If this gets positive feedback There may be a Prologue, a part 2 , and a part 3 if y'all feelin' this! Like, comment, reblog.... if your heart so desires! 🫶🏽

It's been four years since Zyair's trial, and it was his first art show since then. Mea was long gone and probably still with her pinhead ass husband, and to think he really wanted to like her. He was breathing new life into his art, his name was cleared, and he was getting into his first real relationship. He found his ONE.

 Touring London and France during the summer months. His nights were long, and his days were short. You missed him whenever you hung up from talking with him all night or if he sent you a cute text. You knew he was premiering his new pieces from home tonight, and anything was possible with you on his arm.

Daddy: I'll be home later than usual. The show starts soon. Be dressed, be ready, and wear those heels I like. I'll come to collect you. You've been such a good girl. I can't wait to see you! This tour has been hectic.

You: Yes, Sir! I miss you more. Come home to me. ❤️🥺

Daddy: That's my Big Girl. I'm on the way. 

You gently placed your phone beside the claw foot bathtub on the vanity chair you'd drug over. The plush afghan carpet ruffled as you moved it to where you wanted it. The master bathroom on the first floor was spacious yet cozy.

An open shower in the back is made of dark marble and granite, and Zyair's closet is off to the left, surrounded by suits, ties, and his wardrobe. Although the loft was Gargantuan, unlike most places in Chicago, it had a makeshift industrial vibe that made it mysterious enough, you thought to yourself.

'It really needs a woman's touch.'

Drums and soft piano flooded your ears from the huge vinyl and Bluetooth sound system; you rifled through Zyairs' music collection all day. It was impressive, spanning from 70s soul to 90s R&B, which was very prized to his heart and his favorite genre. As you prepare to get ready as instructed by the love of your life, it always helps soothe your soul and set the mood for a night in the city.

You peeled out of your I murdered my husband's robes, Pinned up your waist-length Goddess locs, and began to run a bubble bath. Candles illuminated the floor, glinting your umber skin into the floor-length mirror beside the vanity.

You carefully sluiced a toe into the roaring torrent to test its temperature. With a satisfied grin, you plunged into its warmth and shut off the water; the suds were cloud-like and steamy, clinging to every part of you, and the scent of damask roses filled the air. Toni's contralto caressed you.

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-oh oh-ooh Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-oh oh-ooh Baby...

Relaxation couldn't even begin to explain the euphoria encircling you. You've bagged the hottest artist in Chicago, are engaged to be married, and have much to look forward to as you start life with Zyair.

You hum along with the song as you grab your pink African exfoliating net, scrubbing from top to bottom. Occasionally, you slump your hand out to hold your phone in case he calls, or any texts from his art assistant flash across your dimly lit iPhone 15.

Head Bopping along to the beat and your legs kicking water onto the floor as you half danced in the tub. You were so bewitched by your daydreaming and bathtub concert that you couldn't hear a pin drop.

Arriving into the lot and slowly turning the corner, shined chrome and black wheels approached the entrance and parked, with a thud from the door to the Range Rover, where his driver let him off.

Since you been gone I been hanging 'round here lately With my mind messed up

Zyair stepped out of the vehicle in all black as usual; A pin stripped, short sleeved, button down shirt, noir wife beater, Prada slacks, and matching boots.

He quickly approaches the gate to the elevator, which was now broken. He shook his head in annoyance, and a frown curled at his lips when he realized. "Always on some bullshit," he scoffed.

A flick of his wrist, he checked the time. The gold bracelet draped on his wrist, twinkling in the light from the cars going in and out. He began descending up the inside stairwell to the third floor toward the loft.

With solid traces, he rose from the staircase. Slowly, he closed the exit door, hoping you didn't hear it squeaking to lock. Crossing the downstairs living room floor, he passed leather chairs, scattered and unfinished art pieces, and an acrylic-adorned curtain. He crept behind the curtain and into the room.

Jumped in my car Tried to clear my mind, didn't help me I guess I'm all messed up now, baby

His gait was slow yet boisterous. His hand behind his back, and he bounced a little with one foot pointed firmly in front of the other, walking straight and tall. His presence was always known in a room. He held a box of two dozen long-stem roses and a rounded, substantially sized jewelry box.

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Meanwhile, you'd already gotten out of the tub as the first verse goes into the chorus. The Whirl of the water rushing out of the tub feels loud against the empty room. You check your messages once more and check the time yourself: 8:30 p.m.

As soon as I jumped into my ride Those memories start to play, yeah A song comes on, on the radio And there you are, baby Once again!

Rubbing your body in Fenty butta drop lotion for an unforgivable glow, you look into the long-length mirror to the side of your makeshift vanity.

You pull on your raven-colored thigh-high stockings, bra, and Lacey panties with the corseted back, putting your talons into your mouth as you turn and take in yourself. The finishing touch is a generous dab of merlot lipstick and a flick or two of eyeliner and mascara after setting your foundation.

Nodding as if to say, 'Im that bitch.' You slipped on your coveted Dior patent calfskin sling backs, carefully lifting each foot to get each one on. Admiring your supple breasts, hips, and bountiful assets. From all angles.

It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me And it's all because of you...Hoo!

Zyair's panther-like proximity took you by surprise. He cocked his head to the side while taking in the sight of you setting down his gifts for you on the counter of the bathroom.

You didn't hear him stride up behind you. His hands gliding up your hips, and his luscious beard cuddling into the crook of your neck. Taking in your scent and his full lips, kissing your clavicle.

It made your heart palpitate. You felt his hands snake up past your bra as you relaxed into his embrace, letting your tensions melt into him. That familiar cologne of sandalwood and pimento that you adored wafted into your nasal cavities as his hand gripped your neck ever so gently but slightly, applying pressure.

"You look incredible, Y/N. Stay just like this." Zyair says in his full-bodied baritone, sounding like heaven to you after so long. Nibbling your ear into his mouth with a playful bite.

He was watching you in the mirror, hunched over you a bit as he towered above because of how short you were compared to his six-foot stature, hugging you to his manhood.

Your ass pressed against his inky slacks. You turned around out of his grip and held his high cheekbones into your manicured, blood-red nails, Sucking his bottom lip into your mouth as he gripped and massaged your ass from above, making you stand on your tip toes and your breasts heaving into his Adonis-like abdomen.

Since you been gone I keep thinkin' about you, baby It gets me all choked up This heart of mine keeps dreamin' of you And it's crazy, babe

"I missed you. You were gone all month. I thought we'd never have alone time."You sighed into his parted lips, trailing butterfly kisses from the pronounced girth of his neck down to his Aureate-colored chains that sat right on his sternum.

Zyair respired, and his massive pectorals flexed in unison with your smacking lips as you kissed every inch of his chest through his open-collared shirt. Looking at you in the mirror, he stopped your assault of smooches by holding your hand.

"I know I miss you when I'm gone too,Baby girl. A nigga can't stop thinkin' bout you." He gently pulled you towards him, giving you that boyish grin and a flash of those to-die-for ivories as he clasped your lower back.

His bulging frame surrounded you as he stood back with your hand in the air, making you twirl like a Princess.

Before he sat down causally onto the vanity chair and embraced you in a hug between his thighs and a gentle kiss on the forehead, he bent over to grab the things he'd laid on the counter, brandishing them before you. He gave you the rounded jewelry box first.

Sitting back, his posture was relaxed and confident to the side, and his right foot bore the weight as he man spread all alpha, chocolate, and delicious.

You'd think I'd had enough, yeah Soon as I get you out my head I'm in my car again, ooh darling Just one request from the radio I'm back in love, sugar Once again!

"Mmh, Look at you girl. "He breathed in satisfaction, looking as if he could eat you right then and there. His tongue glides over his bottom lip, and his eyes darken with lust. You giggled and rubbed his thigh as you looked into his face. 

You squealed with excitement and vigorously shook the box, dancing in place. "What is it!?" touching it to your ear as if you could guess from the sound.

Zyair huffed a chuckle and looked at you, shaking his head. "You goofy lil' mama." he stroked his hand down his beard while looking at you.

Once you were done playing the guessing game, you unwrapped the thing like it was Christmas and you were the luckiest girl on the planet.

Wrapping paper, bows, and cards with the company name on them flew up in the air and scattered onto the bathroom floor. You got to the gilded piece.

It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me

"You like it, Baby?" Zyair cooed, his voice deepening.

"Baby, I don't need this. I have so much alr- "He stopped you before you finished.

"Nah... nah... this is totally different. Unique even. You've earn't it, haven't you? "He says with a slight Louisiana drawl, his shoulders moving as he laughed.

"Y—You're going to collar me, Daddy? "You flung your hands around his thick neck and embraced him. Your eyes watered from his compassionate actions.

"You're the only one I think about and want to be with. I said why the hell not? " He smiled and played with your hair, twirling it between his nimble fingers.

Zyair took the collar from your hands, holding it carefully in the box. He took out the skinny key and unlocked the seamless hinge to open it. You stood in front of him, back turned toward him so that he could put it around your neck.

His hands gently placed the jewelry around your neck and shut it closed using the same key. Tracing it with his finger and mouthing "Mine" while you both look in the mirror.

You looked into his dark eyes with love, facing him as he leaned in to lick your lips and kiss you.

His fingertips turned white as he gripped onto your curvaceous hips, picked you up, and set you atop the stand-alone double sink vanity. You pull him into you by his belt loop and wrap your thighs around his muscular waist.

And it's all because of you It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy (Like crazy, babe) Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me (Whoa, baby)

The both of you all tongues and slobber each other down until you feel his long fingers curling under the silky crotch of the fabric of your lingerie.

You felt the sting of his teeth latch under your jaw as he bites into your neck. You hiss in want.

"Ahh, Zyair..." You breathe into his neck, rubbing down his back.

"Take this shit off. You ain't gonna need it."

He growled as you heard the sharp rip and crack of the cloth coming away as he tugged them off of your body.

His hands fondle and squeeze you until he finds your clit; your body bows from his encircling rhythm as he massages your nub with the fingertips of his index and middle fingers.

The cold from his ring on that finger makes you tense up and sigh. He licked from head to toe with his enormous tongue covering you.

He stops suddenly at your waist. You whine and squirm, but he's holding your arms above your head and looking straight into your eyes.

He licks his lips and winks at you, curling them in that bad boy fashion as he unbuckles his pants achingly slow with one hand, standing up slowly.

You watch, sitting straight up as he holds you, watching him pull pleasure from your inner depths against with your back against the tile of the wall.

His dick threatened to poke you through his Black and Gold PSD briefs. He moaned as he pressed against you. You moaned and purred back at him.

Here come the strings Then somebody sings Only takes a beat And then it starts killin' me, darling Only takes one note, I tell ya From that radio It's just another lonely love song

"Let me take it out, Daddy... please..." you said through gritted teeth, never breaking eye contact. Your breath hitched in your throat and went dry from his persistent teasing.

"Beg for it, and don't waste no time." He looks down at his growing and tenting hard-on, bites his lip, and raises his brow at you, looking back at you with the same taunting look.

You looked confused and in need as you ached for him. Smirking and pressing his lips to your ear as you struggled.

"Use your words. Or we're going to be late."

You begin to break into a cold sweat as droplets appear on your forehead. Trying to comprehend how to get out of this predicament, you slowly open your mouth to say something.

Still, by that time, Zyair was already bringing you down to your knees and grabbing your Goddess locs while ordering you to keep your hands behind your back.

He didn't hesitate as he stood over you, his slacks and boxers down his muscular physique. All you could do was look up at him, mouth drooling at the sight of him.

"Gon' come over here and Suck me," he said mercilessly in a dangerous tone. His voice echoed through the bathroom and made your chest vibrate. You did what you were told.

The way he only emphasized SUCK with feeling made your lower limbs thump with elation. You were already dripping but tried to hold out.

Your breathing increased with each moment that you realized you weren't filled up with his dick. Veiny, beautiful, and thick. You lick your lips in anticipation.

"Mmh, that's my BIG GIRL. What you gonna do with it?" His moans send you shock waves as he insists on teasing you. You use both hands to wrap them around his thick member not sure if it's a rhetorical question or if he was using it as a mind fuck.

Damn.

Zyair snaps your head back against the marble of the vanity. "I can't hear you, Bitch. "He snarls. "I asked you a question."

You squeal at the force and nearly yell from your tummy. " What Daddy told me to!!!!"

He chuckles that deep, devilish laugh again as he releases your hair. Your breathing becomes even more ragged, and you shudder at the sound. 

Before he's even done, he grabs the back of your head and forces his hard length deep into your throat. The mere shock causes you to sputter and choke.

With no room to run or breathe, he fucked into it, fisting your hair, making you bend over on all fours as he leaned down over you, smacking your ass precisely on your cheek, leaving it fiery, making it ache and jiggle, gripping your supple flesh as he went to trace a finger down your drenched slit at the same time. He moans, watching the recoil.

You gently swayed your hips from side to side as he played in your wetness, not wanting him to stop as you tried to keep up the pace. He was enjoying being sadistic with you, but it was a first that he hadn't been gentle before.

"Take it all, Mama. Don't stop."

Sucking in a sharp breath at your failed attempts to come up for air.

Coaching you as you did so, using your hair like a lever, tugging at it to make you go deeper and deeper by the inch.

Your legs automatically closed onto his wrist as he sucked his fingers and dipped a few inside you, your essence pooling around your opening.

He dipped his middle finger, then the second finger, taking his sweet time alternating. Making you writhe below him. Soaked and needy was the name of the game.

He twisted and pumped his fingers inside, leaving you leaking around them.

You glucked and gagged on his dick and hissed as he inscribed you just enough to make you whine.

Your gurgling and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, and he wouldn't let up. Looking down at you, biting his lip in pure bliss.

"That's it...Just. Like. That." eliciting a low moan from his lips. You looked into his eyes as your eyeliner smeared down your face from the tears. Making it hard for you to see.

The constant smacking, gagging, and slurping made you close your eyes tight.

The twinkling flames of the candles melting onto the floor and his chiseled face coming in and out as you tried to stay alert. The noises turned you on more than the act. Until you felt a welting smack to the face.

"Look at me. I don't want you focusing on nothin' else." his breath shuddered, and he kept up the same pace until he got tired.

You whimpered from the sudden flush of pain. But kept going, your hands still behind your back. His strokes became less frequent as he slowly slid his dick out of your mouth to the tip.

He was done using your mouth for now. Removing his fingers from your pussy, sucking them clean like he hadn't eaten in days, and cupping a hand under your chin as he stood up at his full height, looking intensely into your eyes like he'd never seen you before.

A soft kiss to your mouth, and You popped him out with a plopping noise and began to jerk and stroke him. A chain of spit latched from your crimson lips to his thick manhood.

"Hold that thought, Princess." He smiled as he walked to the other side of the bathroom. You watched, still in the same position he left you, as he gathered up a slow-burning candle from the floor.

Walking back over to you, he tested the temperature on his inner arm. Nodding and pleased with the degree, he approached you.

"Down." He commanded gruffly.

You used your hands to lower yourself onto the floor on your stomach and breathed in nervously as Zyair stood above your head.

Looking up, he looked even more Godly as you viewed his body from this view below.

You settle, and he crouches beginning to pour some wax onto the middle of your back.

You groan in pain, but as the sting settles into a numbing puddle, your senses begin to awaken.

Some beads down into your ass cheek. He waits to pour more onto the back of your neck and shoulders. You flinch with each interaction.

"Mmmh... " You softly moan; you fidget with anticipation of the next drip.

"You Aight Pretty? " He asks.

"Oh, that feels so good. Daddy," your eyes closed, and your mouth slung open.

"It's been a minute." He says with amusement. "I knew you'd like it."

He pours two more burning spots onto your ass cheeks, stands, and blows the candle out, placing it onto the vanity.

Turning his head so as not to blow any ash or soot into your face, and gently pulls you up.

He sat you back into the plush red and gold vanity chair, his lips meeting yours once more, kissing you down your body, and His tongue engraving tiny circles over your neck and down your breasts. slipping off your bra down your shoulders. You trembled from his touch.

His hands cupping one after the other, his skilled tongue lapping and suckling onto each as he goes from one to the other. You groaned as he bit down and tugged with his front teeth.

"Mmh... Fuck.." you shuddered and gasped at him playing with your body in this way.

Suddenly he lifts you up into the air and parts your legs, holding your weight onto his broad shoulders, suckling and licking your clit into his mouth and greedily scooping his tongue over your soaked folds.

Shoving his tongue in between, you yelped from the sudden waves of pleasure hitting you, and just when it started to get good. He denies you yet again.

Sitting you back down in the chair, he pauses as he lifts each leg and purposely slings your thighs over his shoulders.

Anchoring you by holding the chair, leaving wet kisses down your ankles, and spreading your inner thighs to give them some love, too.

Your eyes closed again, and you rubbed the back of his burst fade as you yearned for him to be inside you.

Reaching out to touch his stomach, his dick poking that triangle made between your legs. You subconsciously thought about shoving his dick inside you. But knew better than to try him.

"Oh fuck baby... Please." You tried to stop him from toying with you, but he only glared at you.

"Please, what? PLEASE WHO?" He asked with a flair of arrogance, tipping your chin up.

" ooouuue.. Daddy..." You whispered.

"Yeah, Be a good girl, Y/N, and be still fo' me." With fervor, he lined himself up at your entrance, stroking himself a bit, holding your head from above to make you watch him slide into you.

"Sssss.... Fuck I missed this pussy, and I missed you so much." He entered you tip first. Forcing himself out and plunging in again profoundly, making your head go back.

"Z-ZYAIR!" you cried out in response to his torture.

Repeatedly dipping himself into you again and again… he was halfway in and hadn't even begun to bottom out this time.

He wrapped his large hand around your neck, and both of you groaned in unison. as he made one swift pump into your creamy nectar.

"Mhm, You feel allat baby? "He coaxed.

You grimaced and blurted out, "Fuck, just fuck me....!" you said, almost screaming. You couldn't take much more as you needed him like water.

smugly looking into your soul he swooped up the chair with you in it, and your body went limp as he slammed into you, filling you up like never before. Leaning into you just enough at an easy tilt that was nothing for him.

The man pressed 350 pounds or more, and this was light work. Your walls clenched down in unison with his pounding strokes, your calves flailing out from over his inner elbows but holding you in place just the same while he kept you right where he wanted you by the seat.

A gut-wrenching moan came from the depths of your stomach as you held onto his shoulders; you leaned into him, the chair leaving the floor as he powerfully thrust into you at the same time.

"You so fuckin' pretty like this." He grunted and praised you as all life had left your body, and nothing was left but the room spinning. You gave way to him, and moans started to escape you. 

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck! Daddy! YES," You pleaded and panted in pleasure as he bounced into you non-stop. Through hooded eyes, he watched you getting so close.

Zyair being the pleasure Dom he was is paying attention to how your body heaved and pulsated around him. He slowed, pounded, and roughly used his hips to kiss your cervix as he continued to try to break into your walls.

With calculated potency, he taunted you as you pushed him away, scratching at his abs.

"Na, this is what you wanted, right? Take it," He whispers.

hitting your hands away with one hand. He bucked his hips, going upwards and faster by the second.

In a swift motion he's putting you down on the floor in the chair as your body convulsed in complete surrender.

Your juices gushing in a splash of release. He grunted as your walls cradled his length, still deftly stroking into you, But he wasn't done with you yet.

Zyair moved you from the chair and bent you over in front of him while clutching your neck, his fingers curling on your throat. Dog walking you around the bathroom while pinning your ass to his hips.

He kisses your cheek lovingly as your moans echo throughout the room.

"This shit is mine, Hm?" He asked.

"FUC- FUCK!..."  

Your gaze followed Zyair's as you looked back and moved around the bathroom.

You mewed and tried to hold onto anything your hands could find. Rough, long, and hard thrusts make your thighs quake with ecstasy.

You felt his hard abs and balls hit against your clit as he dug into you. His hands squeezing yours comforted you yet made you weak for him as he took control once more.

The squelching and wetness from you only fueled him as he tried to fuck the shit out of you.

"Look atchu creamin' all down my dick and enjoyin' this shit, little girl."

Your eyes fluttered as his words did something to you. You saw stars behind your eyes as you felt wobbly and tense. Your orgasm growing near.

You found the wall to hold yourself up with, looking out into the living room, your claws digging marks into his palm as you grunted.

He chased you with his own release by going harder, pounding, swiveling his hips, and moving his hand to the back of your head, keeping your makeup-stained cheek pressed against the cool cement of the wall.

"SAY IT! " He hummed in your ear.

"ZYAIR! " You came instantly.

You screamed as you squirted all over the floor of the bathroom, making it hard for both of you to stand. Inaudible cursing and degrading remarks flew from his mouth as he nodded in gratification.

You felt warmth rush over you as he sprayed your walls with his seed. He purposely fucked it into you as you tried to squirm away. Removed his hand from your face to open your ass and watch as he made you take all of his kids.

His strokes slowed as the last of your leaking subsided. Both sigh in relief, Holding you by your hips and kissing over your neck as if he couldn't breathe without you. He smiles, holding you against the wall.

"I guess we're late ain't we." He laughs through a smile, his eyes crinkled at the ends as he looks at you.

"Aht, Aht! Fashionably." You taunted.

"You've been in my collection again?" He says with amusement.

"AND WHAT ABOUT IT!? " you rolled your neck in a comical attitude.

"I told you what that does to me, girl. You know nothing about that. My momma gave me those albums. "

"Let's shower before we miss our anniversary party".

With a hard smack on your ass as he grabs towels from the hooks on the walls running playfully after you, your laughing excitedly getting a head start as the last notes of the song come to a staccato.

So sad So sad, so sad (Sad, darling) So sad, sad love song Ooh, I heard it on the radio last night So sad So sad, so sad (Sad, baby) So sad, sad love song (Ooh) You got me singin' another love song all night, darling...

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