Romans & histoires Zenless Zone Zero X Male Reader Wattpad

The door creaked. Zane stepped in. Didn’t knock. Didn’t apologize. Just shut the door behind him and leaned against it, arms crossed, smirking. Ryder lifted his head just enough to speak against my pussy. “He’s good with details too. Trust me.” I should have said no. Should have stopped. Instead I arched my back, pushed my hips toward Ryder’s mouth, and whimpered, “Okay.” Zane moved. He walked over, unzipped. His cock sprang free—longer than Ryder’s, slimmer, straight as an arrow, head flushed dark pink, already leaking. Balls heavy, smooth, swinging slightly as he stroked himself once.

She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain. “Fuck, you taste good,” he muttered. He moved to the other breast, biting gently before soothing it with his tongue. His hand slid down her stomach and under the waistband of her jeans. He pushed them down along with her panties in one rough motion. Mira kicked them off the rest of the way. Now she was completely naked under him. Jake sat back on his knees and looked at her body. His eyes were dark with hunger. “So fucking pretty,” he said.

For two people who couldn’t stand each other, we worked well—annoyingly so. “So,” Zelets’s voice sounded low, unreadable, “ tell me something real about you.” Zelest sat on his bed, unclad except for a pair of shorts hanging loosely on his waist. The sunset hit his skin, adorning it with the finest shade of tan like they were meant for his golden skin. The dusting of hair marked the space between his stomach and I hated how badly I wanted to follow it with my eyes. His thighs parted slightly—more inviting and daring; patronizing, perhaps.

He adjusted on his feet, moving slowly toward me. Instinctively, I took one step backward each time he took one forward, over and over. Finally, I felt my back against the door, with nowhere else to go. Zane leaned over, his head tilting slightly above mine, water dripping from his hair to my face. “I suppose you didn’t come here to have… fill of me? Check out my sexy nude? Should I put on a show? Wank myself for you?” he asked, a haunting mischievous sly smirk angled on his lips.

My hand instinctively moved between my thighs, gently rubbing my sensitive clit as memories of Zane destroying me flooded my mind. The bathroom door suddenly opened. I froze. Zane stepped inside, still fully dressed, holding a stack of my books he’d 'borrowed' earlier. His steel-grey eyes immediately darkened as they landed on my wet, naked body behind the glass. "Fuck…" he muttered, dropping the books on the counter without caring where they landed. "Zane..." I started, but he was already stripping. His shirt came off, revealing his sculpted chest and abs. Then his pants dropped, and his massive, thick cock sprang free, already rock hard and angry.

Zane said, stepping further into the room. “Okay,” I murmured, immediately looking away as he reached down and pulled his soaked shirt over his head. I stared intently at the wallpaper while the sound of rustling fabric filled the small space. He stripped out of his drenched clothes until he was down to just his boxers. When he turned back toward the room, my eyes accidentally darted over his bare skin—the rain dripping down his muscular chest, the dark ink sprawling across his ribs, the sheer power of his body.

The room grew stiflingly hot with the sound of her heavy, post-coital gasps, her fluid coating Brody’s hand as she slowly collapsed back onto the padding, completely spent. But before the tremors could even fade from her legs, the shadow fell over her again. The guys weren't giving her a break. The foreplay was over. Jace reached for the silver buckle of his belt, the heavy leather snapping sharply in the quiet room as he slid his zipper down. He freed his length, thick, heavy, and completely rigid, the tip already glistening. He stepped closer to the side of the table, his hand reaching out to grab Chloe by the hair, tilting her head back against the vinyl.

They locked the door behind me and left. I sat on the edge of the mattress, heart pounding, when the door opened again. Vincenzo stepped in wearing only black pants, chest bare, tattoos shifting under the low lights. “On the bed, Leo. Face up. Legs spread.” I moved without thinking. My body already knew what he wanted. I lay back, knees falling open, cock twitching even though I tried to fight the pull. He grabbed a black bag from the nightstand and dumped out a thick dildo, a vibrating plug, and lube. “You’re not fighting anymore, are you?” His voice was rough as he climbed between my legs. “Look at you. Already wet for me.”

Leo’s breath hitched, his gaze locking onto Julian’s as the metal button of his jeans gave a final defiant click. He didn't pull away. Instead, he let Julian work the zipper down; the sound was loud in the heavy silence of the room, mingling with the distant rumble of thunder. Julian’s fingers grazed the waistband of his boxers, sending a shockwave of anticipation that made Leo’s toes curl against the carpet. "Is this what you want?" Julian asked, his voice gravelly, stripped of its usual easygoing charm. He looked down at Leo, his eyes was dark pools of lust, drinking in the sight of him lying out on the bed, vulnerable and exposed.

RYKER I take a deep, deep breath until my lungs fill with oxygen to the brim. I need to calm my tits. “ She knows? ” I exhale and move back to my spot, slumping down over the chair. The genre of the story of my life is changing from Action to Melodrama. Great! Fucking fantastic! “ She…doesn’t. ” Zero nods to himself. “ What a twist of events. So Luna’s sexy friend is giving her a wolf suppressant. And that friend is Zero’s mate. And Zero is a part of our small aware—of—all—secrets group. ” Zio claps his hands, chuckling.