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“Zayne. You don’t get it. You NEED TO EAT ME OUT.”
You’re latched onto zayne’s leg, being dragged across the floor as you whine and beg for him to stay and devour your pussy like it’s a 5 star meal. Alas, he’s unfortunately chained to the cruel capitalist ways of society and is actively ignoring your needs and trying to go to work.
“ZAYNNNUHHH. Zayne. zayne. Please. The world is going to end. The sun will explode. We are going to die if you don’t slurp up my juices and eat me out. Seriously.” You take the chance to nuzzle your head against his calf as he stands still letting out the biggest sigh of disappointment you’ve ever heard in your whole life. You can envision him pinching the bridge of his nose like he always does as you keep groaning loudly at him.
“You really are the most baffling person I’ve ever had to deal with.” Zayne’s voice is so monotone that you’d think he’d been given a carrot.
“ZAYNE SERIOUSLY YOU GOTTA BE MORE PROACTIVE AND LOOK AT THE NEWS MORE OFTEN IT LITERALLY SAID TODAY, ‘Breaking news. If Zayne doesn’t eat his partner out today well, it’s time to say goodbye to the earth.’ Like the ozone layer may BURST OPEN AND THE SUN WILL KILL US ALL IF YOU DON’T EAT MY BEAUTIFUL FLOWER like how the masses call it.”
“Really now? So where can I find it and listen to it?” He turns around with the most deadpanned face (you could probably give him an award for it) and looks back at your pathetic form.
Your head shoots up and you try to give him the best puppy dog eyes.
“I think they took it down. BUT BESIDE THE POINT. Please, Zayne…” A pout forms on your face as you try and get him to stay.
“I have surgeries to get to today. I don’t have the time.” His head spins back instantly at your words as his eyes lock onto the door.
“Ok well my pussy is bleeding out and needs a doctor. Called Zayne by the way.”
“Maybe you need a pad.”
“Maybe I need Zayne’s mouth.”
A silence so deafening fills the room that you wish you could unsend your own words.
“I’m going to work, I’ll see you tonight.” He shakes you off like you’re a bug on his leg and you lay dramatically on the floor. You’re in shambles. What can you even do anymore…You’re gonna die.
You lift your head up, your eyes welling up with tears as you watch him unlock the door. “ZAYNE PLEASE THINK OF THE INNOCENT CIVILIANS.”
“I’m thinking of how my partner is so childish that I could get more benefits dating OTTO than them.”
The words pierce your fragile heart. The horror. Zayne picking an AI bot over you. Your head slams into the laminated wooden floor. “Fine. whatever. go to work i guess.”