zoya x chief reader
“You know the door’s always open for you.” Her deep voice greets your ears.
It takes everything to not roll your eyes at her. You sigh softly instead.
“We’ve talked about this, commander.”
She clicks her tongue in reply. “Yes, we have. Just wanted to…make sure we were on the same page.”
You don’t bother replying. Zoya is…something, but she can be quite insistent. She doesn’t say much more, only slightly tilting her head.
You clear your throat. “Well I’m afraid I didn’t come all the way here to chat.”
“Figures.” She huffs. “Spit it out then.”
“I need your help with something.” You say the words almost hesitantly. Zoya can be a bit unnerving. Though, there’s no denial- she’s certainly taken a liking to you. You doubt she’ll refuse.
“With…?” She presses, eyebrows furrowing slightly. Likely, she’s agitated you’re not getting to the point.
“Hella and Hectate have testing tomorrow, but I’m required to do a quick mission. I can’t go alone.”
“You want me to go with you?” She grins, looking a bit surprised.
“Yes.”
She hums, thinking. “What’s in it for me?”
“…” You pause for a moment, yeah, why’d you think she’d do you a free favor anyway?
“Well, what would you like?”
She hums, quirking an eyebrow. “Let me think about it.”
As for you- you stand patiently. The truth is- the mission isn’t that simple. Hectate is too quick to throw her life away. As for Hella, she’s off her rocker a bit. Neither of them are suitable, but you don’t have anyone else to go to.
You need someone a bit more diplomatic and stronger. Zoya fits that bill.
“I’ll help you, but…I don’t know what I want yet. That’s fine, right?”
You nod your head in reply, accepting her reply.
She grins wolfishly, and for a moment, you second guess her intentions.
—-
Zoya comes to your office a week later, grinning from ear to ear. She doesn’t even knock on the door- just struts right in like she owns the place.
You’re bristled by the intrusion. It’s late for her to be coming by.
“I know what I want.” She says simply.
Your eyes dart up to her. “And what would you like?”
Right…she said she needed more time. I wonder…
She has a bag slung over her shoulder. She squeezes it, eyeing you.
“It requires you.” She continues.
“Oh, alright. Well, let me finish up my work first. I’m almost done.”
She groans in annoyance. “How much longer?”
“Mm…” You look at the papers, it’s really only signatures left. “Ten minutes.”
That grin returns to her face. “Sure, but it’s going to cost you."
And you don’t know what she means by that. So, dumbly, you nod your head.
—-
Your eyes widen and then narrow. The bag she brought is open now, on your bed. She demanded you take her to your room.
You glance at her and then back at the…equipment.
“This is…” You trail off.
She hums, an odd, low noise from her. “Exhilarating?” But you can tell it’s sarcastic.
“…I’ve never…”
“I figured that.” She pauses, moving towards the bag. “…but, I’ll take good care of you. I’m not gonna go easy- you took your sweet time earlier.”
That’s why she said that… And things begin to fit together.
“There’s something that I just can’t stop thinking about.” Her hands pause their movements, eyes locking with yours.
“…and what’s that?”
“You’re about to find out. Now, I think you’ll look better without those clothes on.”
You hesitate. You did agree to this- you agreed to her terms without even knowing what she wanted. Your memory is wiped, so maybe you did something like this before- but how would you know?
She smirks, seeming to notice your inner turmoil. “Don’t have all night.”
You nod slowly, fingers beginning to work on your clothes. As you do that, she starts moving. She pulls her pants down, but only slightly, just enough to…
She grabs the strap on. She’s only pulled her pants down enough to be able to put it on. Of course it’s something like this.
“Haven’t done this in a while.” She moves her neck from side-to-side, like she’s preparing for some kind of athletic event.
Though…it is one, right? The movement makes you a bit nervous- like this is going to be worse than you thought.
Worse? You can’t deny the excitement you feel- the heat that blossoms there.
She stares at you as you finish undressing. You walk towards her- she’s at the foot of the bed.
“Now, on your knees.”
You comply, getting down onto shaking limbs. Her hands grab the base of the toy, jutting it towards your face.
“It’s…plastic.” You state the observation. It’s a bit gaudy too- a light purple dildo. It’s fitting for her you think. Though it’s…pretty big.
She shrugs her shoulders. “You said you’d get me something I want, this is what I’m asking for. Just open your mouth.”
And, hesitantly, you do. She doesn’t miss a beat, thrusting her hips forward. The plastic invades your throat and you nearly gag. She doesn’t miss that, grabbing your hair and not letting you leave. A muffled noise leaves your throat.
You don’t really get it. She can’t feel what you’re doing- so what’s the point? You look up at her.
She looks like she’s in heaven. She’s grinning, looking excited. You feel her fingers twitch. You’re close enough that you see the wetness building up. She pushes harder and you scream into the plastic. Your nose presses against her pussy.
She releases your head quickly after. You pull back, panting.
“I’m sorry, that wasn’t nice of me.” But she doesn’t sound sorry at all- quite the opposite.
You wipe the drool from your mouth, catching your breath. She laughs lightly. You begin to feel a bit embarrassed. You’re stripped down to nothing and she’s still got everything on…
But knowing her, that’s probably her intention.
“You want more?” Her hand returns to your head, petting it softly.
“…not really.” This isn’t a terribly fun activity for you. Her body twitches in reply, you feel and see it. She’s soaked.
She squeezes your scalp, but it’s fairly gentle. Actually, it elicits a soft gasp from you. It felt…relieving- you think.
She pets your head after and you feel like a dog for a moment, but you push that thought away. You look up at her again. Her blue eyes are fixated on you, expression rather neutral at the present moment. Her hand continues its soft movements. You lean into it subconsciously. That cracks a smile onto her lips.
Then she steps backwards. You get up from the ground, legs feeling relieved. You hadn’t even noticed they were beginning to get sore. You spare a glance at them. They’re red from the position.
“You’re not normally this quiet.” You break the silence.
She raises an eyebrow. Her hands grab your shoulders. Her eyes sweep over you- up and down. Embarrassment fills your system again, reddening your cheeks.
Her grip increases, she tugs and then pushes you down onto the bed. Immediately, she climbs on top of you.
“What? You want me to talk you through it, chief?”
You shift slightly, eyeing her.
“Maybe I do.”
“Have you even had your first kiss yet?” She changes the subject. Her face is incredibly close to yours- inches, no centimeters away.
“Not that I remember.” But I’m sure I did- I just can’t recall…
“I’ve been so rude.” Then she leans forward- completely closing the little distance you had. Her mouth presses over yours. A soft moan escapes you- it feels nice. Her soft tongue enters your mouth gently, rolling over it.
And you wonder what it’d feel like somewhere else. She deepens the kiss and it quickly becomes rough, more Zoya-like. She makes a noise- somewhere between a moan and a groan. But you’re happy she’s finally made some verbal indication of enjoyment.
She shifts, body pressing down on yours. You feel the plastic poking at you- you’d nearly forgotten.
She ends the kiss with a grunt. You miss the contact slightly, but you’d never say that to her.
She sits up, straddling you. She only presses her weight down slightly- which is good. You think she’d probably be too heavy, but…you guess you wouldn’t mind it.
One hand moves to cup your cheek, the other reaches for the bag. She pulls out a tube of lubricant and applies it to the faux appendage. Her movements are slow and intimate. Her eyes glance at you repeatedly, clearly searching for a reaction.
And you give her one. You bite down on your lip in anticipation. That wolfish grin returns to her face. She tosses the tube away carelessly and practically tackles you. Her mouth covers yours once again. This time you moan firmly, legs rubbing together in anticipation and desire. If she notices, she makes no indication.
Her knee presses down, splitting your legs apart before pressing against you. You moan into her mouth, practically writhing under the touch. Desire floods your system, but there’s not much of a way to release it. You’re too proud to grind against her, you just need to wait.
She smiles against your mouth, pressing her knee harder. You yelp this time, pleasure and slight pain mixing together.
She pulls her mouth away for a brief moment. Her eyes are wide as they stare into yours. You pant, looking right back at her.
She leans forward, so close- right there, but not pressing her mouth down again. She breathes heavily. You lean forward and she pulls her head back.
“Ah, ah, ah…” She laughs lightly. “I didn’t say you could.”
Your head slumps back down in reply.
“Chief?” She questions, head following yours. She continues to deny you the contact you want. Her knee presses harder. A yelp escapes you. It’s starting to hurt.
“You have to ask for it.” She presses even harder. You gasp. “Tell me you want it.”
“I-I want it.” There’s hardly any hesitation in your voice anymore.
She pushes even harder, to the point the pleasure is beginning to fade. “You want what?”
“T-the strap, your strap.”
She stops applying such pressure and you heave a sigh of relief.
“Good girl.” She purrs out. Her knee moves from side to side now. You moan at the sensation, bucking your hips. She stops her movements.
“None of that.” Her eyes snap to yours, icy. “I’ll reward you if you’re patient.”
You nod your head furiously, keeping your body from wanting to writhe around.
“Good.” She pauses. She presses her knee from side to side once more, then up and down. Sweat builds on your forehead- on everywhere really.
Then she stops. She shifts, planting herself between your legs. She sits up and you miss the contact. You want her back down here, but your pride won’t let you ask.
Her hands plant themselves at your sides. She hovers above you. You’re reminded she’s still fully clothed, but not you. Not that it even matters anymore.
She moves close, until her hips are pressed against yours. The plastic sits on top of you, rather than where you want it- inside.
And you nearly buck your hips again, but you catch yourself before you do. She thrusts, but it’s not what you want- not where you want it.
A groan leaves your throat. “Stop teasing me, please.” You say the words as softly as you can. She just keeps thrusting- above, looking smug about it the whole time.
“Poor little chief…” She stops her teasing. “I’ve been so mean to you, haven’t I..?”
You don’t reply to her words.
“You’ve had enough- and I have too.” She pulls her hips back, moving them lower. Her left hand grabs your hip. The other, your cunt. She grabs it roughly, squeezing. A whimper escapes your throat.
“Soaked, you’re soaked.” She chuckles. With her thumb and pointer, she pulls you apart. You hum at the sensation, enjoying it. Her hips move forward, the tip of the warm plastic touches you and you shudder. Slowly, she thrusts forward. Your eyes shoot wide and it takes every fiber of your being to not squirm- to not try and give yourself more pleasure.
Her eyes stay trained on her own movements until it’s all the way in. Then, her eyes meet yours. You sigh in relief, walls squeezing- desperate for the pleasure she keeps denying you. She thumbs your swollen clit with a practiced hand.
“It’s nice, right?” She’s level-headed for the most part.
You nod your head, body shifting into the toy.
Her eyes narrow. “I’ll let it slide this once.” Both of her hands are on your hips now, finally, she begins thrusting. It starts off pretty slow. Moans and gasps leave you.
But then it isn’t slow anymore. She leans down and presses herself down on top of you. Her hips rock against you. And, somehow just the right spot of the belted strap-on presses down on you. You moan heartily. Each thrust is accompanied by stimulation. Wet, squelching noises fill the room.
You’re already in this deep, already well past anymore embarrassment you could possibly feel. She presses down on you harder, now fully resting her body weight on top of you, but you don’t care. Any other time you would, but it only serves to make the stimulation even harder.
Her arms wrap around you tightly, body flush with yours. Only her hips seem to be moving. Heat builds and builds and builds until it has to find somewhere to go.
You moan into her neck. You attempt to rear your head back, but you physically can’t. As soon as the noises begins she seems to almost scramble to press her mouth down over yours. Your climax shakes your entire form, small muscles in your legs twitching upon release. Liquid spurts out and possibly even stains her pants (you can’t imagine she’d be happy about that, but you don’t really care right now).
She keeps her mouth pressed over yours, devouring every sound you make. Only once your body fully relaxes do her movements stop. She pulls her mouth from yours, saliva still connecting the two of you.
You pant, face hot and sweaty. Your body seems to be burning. You attempt to collect yourself, but it isn’t really happening.
It doesn’t help that Zoya’s looking incredibly smug. The expression vexes you a bit, but a hint of affection swells in your chest too.
“Didn’t even have to use my hands.” She muses, pupils dancing with amusement.
“Again, please.” You hum.
She shakes her head. “Me first.”
You blink a few times, right, how could you forget? That wolfish grin returns- it seems to be permanently living on her face for the moment. Once again, you don’t entirely know what she means, but she sits up abruptly. She pulls the toy out. It’s slick with liquid that drips onto the bedding.
Her hands fiddle with the strap, removing it. She gets up completely from the bed. Your eyes follow her. Finally, she dresses down to the same bare state as you.
Her muscles seem to twitch with every move she makes. A mix of jealousy and arousal fill you.
She gets back onto the bed. You sit up to look at her closer.
“You showed me that mouth earlier, why don’t you use it again?” She’s grinning from ear to ear. You don’t have a second to reply before you’re shoved down onto the bed.