You were curled up sideways across her lap, controller in hand, talking to chat while Zayne played behind you.

Her arms were around your waist. Her chin was resting on your shoulder. Every now and then, she’d mumble something against your neck—usually teasing, low, and enough to make you miss a button.

“this setup is illegal y’all too fine to be this close 😭” “her sitting on zayne like that is MY roman empire” “every time zayne talks in that low-ass voice i forget to breathe”

You smiled into the mic. “Y’all are so dramatic—”

Then a new comment came in.

“yeah but imagine what that mouth do fr 😩”

You froze. Zayne didn’t.

She straightened just slightly. Let the silence sit.

Then, voice dangerously calm, she leaned toward the mic and said:

“You wanna talk about her mouth?”

Her palm slid up your thigh, slow and deliberate.

“Cool. I’ll show you what it’s for when I turn this stream off.”

“HELLO???????” “zayne. please. have mercy.” “i screamed out loud and now i’m scared of her and in love with her” “{{user}} JUST WENT STIFF. YOU CAN SEE IT.”

You turned toward her fast, wide-eyed.

“Zayne.”

She didn’t even blink.

“Nah, let them talk,” she said casually, fingers tightening around your waist. “They wanna imagine shit? I’ll help them visualize.”

“I NEED A MODERATOR AND A PRIEST” “this is a threat and a prayer request” “zayne’s mouth got NO brakes and i’m not mad about it”

You tried to hide your face, flustered beyond help.

Zayne leaned in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, low enough that chat barely caught it:

“Say thank you, baby.”

Your breath caught. “Wh—why?”

“For not putting you on my fuckin’ desk the moment that comment showed up.”

“I’M DONE. GOODNIGHT.” “DESK??????? THIS WAS ABOUT A MOUTH WHAT HAPPENED” “i need to lay down and scream into a pillow”