Romans & histoires Zenless Zone Zero X Male Reader Wattpad

He wouldn’t look at me. Not after he’d fucked me raw. Not after he’d made me come apart screaming his name. Not after he’d tasted every inch of my shame and swallowed it like it belonged to him. A few minutes later Zeden stepped out of the bathroom, skin still damp, towel slung low around his hips. Steam trailed behind him like smoke, but his eyes—those sharp green eyes—skipped right over me. Didn’t land. Didn’t linger. Just… moved past, like I was furniture.

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

It never did. Zane sat in the desk chair across the room, scrolling through his phone like none of this was new. Because it wasn’t. He had seen this scene play out more times than either of us could count. I felt her body tighten around me. Then she came hard, squirting across the sheets and my thighs. The wet sound of it filled the small hostel room for a second. I pulled out immediately and reached for my trousers, already done with the whole performance. My skin felt sticky and hot. The cigarette had burned down almost to the filter while I was busy.

“But I want to hear you say it.” I bit my lower lip, fighting the urge to look away. He waited patiently, never taking his eyes off me. Finally, I whispered, “Fuck me.” “Yes, Your Majesty,” he muttered. Something about his voice made me pause. It sounded so familiar…but before I could stop and think about it, I heard the unmistakable tearing of nylon. My eyes dropped. Zane was opening a condom. For a few seconds, I simply stared at it. He was being careful, responsible. It was what he was supposed to do.

" I stared up at him, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs. Everything about this was wrong. If that door opened right now, there'd be no talking my way out of it. But as his thumb brushed a tear off my cheek, I stopped thinking about the door, or Silas, or tomorrow. There was just his hand on my face and the sound of my own heartbeat. "Don't stop, I whispered. Zane let out a low, ragged growl from deep in his chest. He didn't rush. He stepped into the space between my knees, his broad chest blocking out the single light in the dark room, trapping me completely under his shadow. He reached down, his fingers finding my waist, and slowly lowered his hips. The blunt tip of his

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

She was dripping everywhere, shame and ecstasy twisting together as they used her hard, growling filthy praises about what a good little slut she was for taking both of them so well. My breath grew shallow, Heat pooling between my legs as I read further,my own pussy starting throbbing softly in time with the words. I shifted on the cushion, feeling myself grow wetter, my slick folds sliding against each other inside my soaked panties. My clit pulsed, aching. Just one more page. No one’s here. It’s harmless. A warm breath ghosted across the back of my neck. I froze. Zane stood right behind the couch, silent and very much reading every explicit word over my shoulder. My heart slammed against m

“You’re killing me.” I pulled on a pair of tiny cotton shorts, no bra. My nipples were obviously hard under the thin shirt. “Good. Suffer.” He laughed, but it sounded strained. “Come here.” I walked over slowly. He didn’t touch me. Just looked. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see you like this and actually let myself enjoy it,” he said quietly. “Like what?” “Mine.” The word hung between us. Heavy. Sexy. Terrifying.

Going outside to say goodbye to Finn, they two men out for a night walk, dressed in black, getting shot twice with tranquiliser darts and that image of Zale in his wolf form leaping over me right before I passed out. “Are you awake?” Zales voice whispers in my ear and I get a delicious set of shivers that run down my spine. His voice is going to be the death of me I swear. “Not really.” I mumble and turn towards him with my eyes still closed. My stomach muscles hurt a little with the move, but I don’t care, I just want to wrap myself around him and breath in his delicious scent. I burry into his chest with my face and hear him sigh as one of his hands runs up and down my back. I lift a leg u

Lying in bed and talking” “Maybe later... for now I don’t want to be at the receiving end of your mom’s frustrating growls “ Zane chuckled. I entangled myself from the cover blanket and walked into the closet. I pulled out a loose blue shirt and a pair of pants. And by the time I was out of the closet Zane was already dressed in an ash sweatpants and a black singlet that displayed his muscles and tattoos. I licked my lips at the sight of him and quickly cleared my thought “ let’s go .... Zeus!” “A Greek god...really?” He laughed. “Have you seen your body? “ I lifted a brow” if you have , then you will see what I mean”