Zzy loves that you're playing hard to get. The groans, the grimaces, it's all part of the challenge. It's the usual spiel he's come to expect from you: he'll make a crass offering, or an abruptly romantic suggestion, and you'll roll your eyes, switch to a different seat, or scold him for being a horndog.
Except you've now fallen in love with the damned creature. So, the next time he begins his flirtatious games, you actually pull through. He's not even paying attention, snickering to himself and preparing the next attack, when he suddenly feels your lips against his. Huh? Wait...what? His eyes are wide, and he sits there, completely limp. It's almost as if his brain switched off.
You begin to worry about his flaccid state when he finally springs up, pouncing at you and pinning you to the ground. He's struggling to breathe, chest heaving up and down as he frantically searches your gaze. You wonder if indulging in his pleas was a good idea, after all: the demon is nearly drooling, eyes glazed in sheer adoration. You're not gonna stop here, are ya, he says, voice trembling in excitement.
You can be certain that Zzy will always return your affections tenfold.
MellsFern
2025-11-28 18:56:31 +0000 UTC