Romans & histoires Zenless Zone Zero Crossover Fanfiction

Our calm and sweet love moment was buried somewhere under the igniting passion in our bodies. “We are in the sky, Zeve.” “And I want you.” I ran my tongue over my upper teeth and chuckled, “what if we fall when you can’t take me anymore and pass out? Even Rian won’t be able to survive a fall from this height.” Her hands needily trailed over up my chest, to my neck, and then rested under my ear as our tongues intertwined. I opened my eyes now and then to look at her sexy knit brows, flickering eyelashes. Her desperate breaths announced how thirsty her succulent lips were for mine.

**** ~SELENA POV~~ I sat on my bed holding my phone, the book on the screen was tempting my stepbrother. I had never been into romance stories before, but these pas two weeks I had been reading more than usual. The first two chapters were really hot. The male lead and female lead where pinned on the bed fucking intensely. My body was already reacting to it, and I pressed my thighs together. Goodness, I miss Henry's cock so much. I was about to picture him while I touched myself when the door opened. Looking up, I froze to find Zane waking inside.

I couldn’t bring myself to break away from our eye contact, looking at each other revives the memories of the days we spent together, fucking and breeding, wanting each other and devouring one other. Oh dear moon. The tension between the both of us builds rapidly, the more I look at him the more something is pulling us closer. Zena clears his throat, noticing the atmosphere. She instantly mind-links me, frowning angrily, [“Really, Leo? I can smell you, are you horny for Ethan right now? Your mate is here!”] I blinked twice, looking away from Ethan. I glared at Zena, replying to her, “Shut up,” I shut off our mind-link, my mood sour.

SORA. I forced Zane down more firmly on the bed, my fingers raking at his shirt. He had ripped the gown off and now the cool air touched me, making my nipples tingle. I could feel a dull pain from the bandage covering my side, but the burning in my groin overrode everything else. "Zane," I breathed into his mouth. "Don’t hold back. I can take it." Zane looked even more serious now, his peculiar powers shining in strange colors at the edges of his eyes.

When Zenia saw how John had effectively silenced me, she actually gave him a praising smile, as if making me speechless was something that made her happy. “You should still return those cufflinks to me! My parents left those for me. Why did you give them to someone else?” I insisted. Zenia’s eyes burned with hostility, and she said, “They’re just a pair of cufflinks and aren’t worth that much money. You just won’t let this slide, huh? Even if I crush them and throw them into the trashcan, I wouldn’t need to pay much for compensation. I don’t care about it at all. Stop acting all high-and-mighty over here when you’re just an orphan!”

I move without thinking as I raise the wrench, bringing it down cleanly like a sword breaking through bone and flesh and nerves as the hands falls inside the room, bone cracking with a sickening snap, his scream tears through the hallway. “One.” I growl, my Alpha aura bursts through the room like thunder, outside the door, chaos erupts. “Break it down!” “There's more than one of us!” “That Omega is ours!” I grab the dresser beside the wall and shove it across the floor. Wood screeches as I slam it against the door, jamming it shut. For now, but the pounding doesn’t seize, more footsteps gather in the hall. Then I hear it, turning off the lights and I go to the window, beyond the rusted rooft

The moment they crossed the threshold, the last of the walls dropped. Clothes whispered to the floor. Skin met skin. But it wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t about release. It was about something deeper—about claiming and yielding all at once. Lena had never felt so seen. So wanted. And Zane—he moved like he was memorizing every inch of her like if he held her close enough, the noise outside might disappear. They didn’t speak much, just breath and touch and the soft collapse of two guarded hearts meeting in the middle. Later, tangled in sheets and golden light, Zane traced patterns on her back with slow fingers.

He croaked "No" She pulled him down for a kiss and the game of tongues began for a long while. She could feel his dick getting hard in her hole. She wiggled her waist and held him to her body with the heels of her feet. Zona carried her as he sat on his knees. Fully hardened and heavily wet she rode him till dawn. * * * Zeneba woke up with a start but the intense piercing drums sounding in her brain made her lay back with the same speed as she had leaped up. Closing her eyes, she breathed heavily scanning her surrounding.

Zen asked, his eyes searching hers, yet he didn’t release her hand. “This,” Aleah snapped, her frustration spilling over. “You’re kind to me, and then suddenly… you pull away. I don’t understand you, Zen.” Her voice softened, carrying a vulnerability that felt too raw to hide. “And my heart… it can’t take any more of this.” Zen’s expression shifted, his gaze unreadable yet intense. “Are you upset by it? Do you not like it?” he asked quietly, his voice tinged with something between curiosity and regret.

She drew a breath, the air cool and tinged with the distant scent of flowers and ash. “There was none, Tinkerbell.” His sudden words made her tilt her head toward him. But Zac didn’t look at her. He kept his gaze fixed on the dark horizon, the weight of something unspoken thick in the air. He dropped his cigarette, ground it beneath his heel, and turned toward her fully. And then he looked at her, really looked at her. Like she was the only thing in the universe he could see. He stepped closer, casting her in his shadow, his towering frame consuming the space between them. One arm slid around her waist, his hand warm and sure.