Overtime (LADS +18 Zayne)
Prompt: You and Zayne have been busy/away from each other for a WHILE and been handling it okay, however when Zayne comes home from work to find you curled up in his bed after a long mission you two can't stop yourselves.
I have FINALLY posted the final part to this series!
MDNI. 18+ Explicit Content. Reunion sex, Needy/desperate, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, risky sex (without discussion), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, impregnation kink? (hinted at on both sides),
Yeah... I just see Zayne as someone with a major impreg kink. He tries to be responsible, but the dark impulses win out sometimes.
Part of the prequals for my unplanned pregnancy fic.
See Sylus, Xavier, Caleb, Rafayel
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You aren't even sure why you use the spare key instead of just going home, especially after a long mission and flight. You knew he wasn’t home. However, as the familiar scent of his apartment washes over you the second you push through the door, you know you made the right decision. You drop your bag, kick your shoes off and stand there for a moment just breathing it in. You can already feel your body relaxing.
You check your phone. Still nothing. You had no idea when he'd be back. With how his schedule has been recently, you probably won’t see him before you have to head to the Association tomorrow. At least I can see him after work tomorrow.
You sigh, walking into the bedroom and tossing your phone on the bed. It was time for some TLC. You shower before changing into one of his shirts and climb straight into his bed. You press your face into his pillow, feeling the comfort of his scent, and are fast asleep within minutes.
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You stir to a gentle pressure on your forehead. Cracking an eye, you see a retreating blurry figure in the dark. You watch it quietly navigate the room. You can tell it is trying not to wake you. You hear the soft sound of a belt, rustling of clothes and a drawer opening. It was easy for you to tell who it was.
"Zayne," you whisper.
Everything goes quiet.
"Go back to sleep." A low, tired voice responds. Rough at the edges, "I didn't mean to wake you."
You push back the blanket, sitting up. Your eyes have started to adjust. He's near the dresser, shirt hanging open, exhaustion sitting heavy on his shoulders.
Crawling on your knees to the edge of the bed, you hold your arms open and he strides over to you without argument. You rise up on your knees to reach his neck, wrapping your arms and pulling him in tight. His arms come around you immediately, one hand spread wide across your back. You feel him press his face against your hair as he inhales, like he is looking for the same comfort you found earlier when you arrived.
"Hi." You murmur.
"Hello." His lips press to your temple. One hand gently rises to trace the side of your face. "I missed you."
You pull back just enough to kiss him and he makes a low sound of approval as he softly returns your kiss. Your sweet welcome home kiss was quickly cast aside as neediness takes over. Three weeks of missed calls, short texts and not enough of each other shows up all at once. His hand slides into your hair, pulling you closer. You grab the front of his open shirt and hold on.
Zayne’s other hand slides down your back to your hip then lower, his fingers curling under the hem of the shirt you borrowed in search of skin. His mouth drags to your jaw, your neck, and you tip your head back to give him better access.
"I missed you too." You manage.
"I know. It was-" His teeth graze your throat. “Far,” He pauses to gently bite and suckle, "far too long."
You moan as he continues to kiss your neck, biting harder than usual and certainly not caring about marks like he typically did. However, you were so needy for him you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
Your own hands skim down his chest and his stomach, feeling his muscles ripple in response. Reaching his hips, you start to tease, skimming your fingers across his skin, sending shudders through his body. He was more sensitive than usual.
You decide to softly drag your nails across his hip and down, following the sharp line of his muscle, dipping your fingers just below his beltline.
Zayne hips twitching in response as he groans loudly against your neck. You move to do it again but feel a sharp warning nip at your neck.
Oh. He’s really sensitive tonight. You rub your thighs together in excitement and realize how wet and ready you also are. You lightly whimper, as his lips find yours again, far more demanding this time.
A roaming hand slowly slides up your thigh, touching all the naked flesh it can find. It slips between your thighs, finding the mess already coating them.
Your hips twitch as warm fingers softly brush across your folds. “You’re so aroused tonight,” Zayne whispers approvingly against your throat.
His fingers move slowly at first, slipping inside your wet folds but only teasing your entrance. You bite down on your lip and try to keep quiet and fail. He strokes over your clit in careful circles as your hips chase his hand.
He continues these soft ministrations, your thighs tightening around his hand in an effort to force more friction.
“Zaaaayne,” you whimper against his mouth. You can feel him smile in response, a soft chuckle escaping.
A groan quickly replaces that chuckle as you slide your palm down softly over the front of his trousers, gently fondling him in retaliation. He's already so hard too.
His thumb presses firmly on your clit and you moan in shock. He presses an encouraging kiss below your ear. His middle finger pushes inside slowly and you feel yourself clench around it immediately.
You shift on his thrusting finger, just happy to have something inside after so long. Soon, you feel the pressure of another thick finger slipping in, thrusting alongside the first. His thumb continues to roughly but rhythmically massage your clit.
His fingers begin to curl, searching for that sensitive spot inside you. Once located, you feel the pressure and tempo increase. Your eyes roll back as you roll your hips in time to his thrusting fingers.
“It-ts too much!” You gasp, bracing yourself on Zayne while your hips ride his hand.
Soft lips press against your ear, shushing you. A soft but authoritarian voice surrounds you, “I want to see you come this way.”
The sound of his voice pushes you close to the edge and he notices. The pressure of his fingers intensifies, and the room fills with your high pitched short moans. Zayne drenches you in whispered praises and demands, his lips remaining firmly pressed against your ear.
Suddenly your vision goes white and your walls constrict around his fingers. Pleasure floods through your body so intensely it's almost painful.
Zayne’s work you through, his fingers slowing as your hips spasms decrease. He scatters sweet kisses across your neck and face in appreciation. Finally, he reaches your lips, and pulls you into a slow, sensual kiss. Your head is still floating and it feels like every sense is overwhelmed with Zayne.
“Lift your arms.” Zayne murmurs against your lips.
You follow his demand in a daze as he smoothly slips the shirt up and off of your body, discarding it behind him. Firm hands glide across your bare skin, and you sit there for a moment just enjoying the sensation, gradually allowing your mind to clear.
You glance down, seeing his cock straining against his pants.
"Zayne." You reach out again, firmly palming him this time. He shudders with arousal and sighs. You slowly unzip his pants, slipping his cock out its confines. It was so engorged and painfully red, precum beading from the slit. Giving him some explorative strokes, you thumb over the head, collecting the pre. Soft groans and moans bless your ears, egging you on.
Glancing up, you see Zayne’s eyes locked onto you, face flushed, chest heaving. You give him a playful smile before shifting back a bit on the bed so you can lean forward, sucking the head of his cock into your mouth.
A shocked groan vibrates through Zayne as his fingers tangle into your hair, gently pushing himself a bit deeper into your warm mouth as your hand strokes the base of his cock. You moan around him in response, slowly sucking more of him inside with each bob of your head. His hips twitch and rough gasps escape his lips with each tease of your tongue and stroke of your hand. He is desperately fighting the urge to thrust himself down your throat.
Zayne leans back, taking you all in. Face flushed, glazed eyes looking up at him, lips swollen and wrapped around his cock, neck covered in marks, thighs glossy with your arousal as you sit on your knees fully nude.
You feel him twitch in your mouth. Sensing he is close, you attempt to take even more of him into your throat. A stuttering moan telling you he is just on the edge. However, his hand suddenly halts your movement.
"Stop." He says, strained. He grips your hair, pulling you back just enough to nearly pop himself out of your mouth. You continue to slowly stroke him with your hand, giving the tip a tempting lick, wanting to see him come undone. He clears his throat, clearly forcing his words. “If you want any rest before work tomorrow, you better stop now.”
You stare at him wide eyed before looking at his obvious arousal, it looks downright painful. Still, you decide to release him. Sliding your hands up his body, you leisurely kiss and lick at his exposed torso.
Placing one final kiss over his heart, you sit up fully and lock eyes with him and firmly assert, “I don’t want to stop.” You grab the hem of his shirt, yanking him down on top of you. “Anyways… I can tell Doctor Zayne is very desperate tonight. I'm not cruel.” You tease.
You firmly hook your thighs around him, pulling him close. He follows without resistance, catching himself on one forearm as he settles over you, wedging between your thighs.
"I just need to feel...” he whispers, his lips trailing across your chest, “how much you missed me.”
Softly running your fingers down his back, you press your lips to his ear, “If you give in, maybe I will.”
His hips jerk against you as a shiver runs down his spine and a shaky gasp escapes him. Your mouth drifts down his neck, suckling at the sensitive skin. His hips start to roll slow and deliberate against yours and you can feel exactly how much he's missed you. Moans escape both of you from the sensation and your fingers dig into his shoulders.
"Tell me you missed me." He murmurs.
"Of course I di-"
His hips grind down harder, his cock roughly catching at your entrance for a moment, and whatever you were going to say dissolves.
"Say it." Quieter. Like he just needs it.
"I missed you," you breathe. Rolling your hips in a quiet plea. "I missed you so much, Zay-”
A sudden rough kiss cuts you off. It was desperate and dominating as his tongue explored your mouth. It was as though he wanted to swallow you. You vaguely feel him fully kicking off his pants and briefs. He settles back between your thighs and you feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.
His lips finally separate from yours, allowing you to catch your breath. His forehead drops to yours. “Say it again.”
“Please, I missed you!” You whine, “I want you. Please.”
A sharp thrust cuts off your thoughts. You feel the bulbous head of his cock and then some slide inside, your walls straining to accommodate him.
He pulls back and thrusts forward again, more of him sinking inside. Your body tenses, overwhelmed at the intrusion. He repeats without pause. The stretch of him pulls a broken sound from your throat and above you he makes a low rough noise, hips stuttering as he finally seats himself fully. He stills. Jaw tight, breathing carefully, forehead pressed to yours.
You feel overwhelmed and overstimulated as your body adjusts, yet you can’t stop your hips from shifting, craving the friction of his previous thrusts. You moan quietly in a bit of frustration, “Zayne..”
"In a minute." He presses a kiss below your ear. You feel yourself clench around him immediately. "God, you're so-" He doesn't finish that, somehow pushing deeper instead. "Tell me you missed this."
You groan in response, nodding. Zayne slips a hand underneath one of your thighs, hiking it up and spreading you wider as he grinds himself against you. Then you feel the roll of his hips as he begins deep, deliberate thrusts. Throwing your head back you enjoy the sensation of his cock scraping across your walls and they squeeze him in protest. It feels so much more intense than usual. You can feel so much more.
Realization washes over you. He isn’t using protection.
Did he forget? Was he planning to pull out?
Did he just not care?
Your walls suddenly spasm tightly around Zayne while he moans loudly against your neck. Tossing your head back in ecstasy, you realize the risk, and not knowing what he was going to do, was turning you on.
His thrusts intensify and short, loud moans are yanked from your throat. His mouth wanders down, biting and sucking your neck in between groans. His fingers are digging into your thigh, holding you firmly in place beneath him as cock rams inside of you.
His lips drift down, sucking in a perk nipple into his mouth. A sharp nip perfectly timed with a sharp thrust has you arching up, pressing more of your breast into his mouth. His mouth alternates your breasts, his bites growing more aggressive with his thrusts.
You turn your head to the side, burying it in the sheets as you fight off overstimulation. Suddenly, a hand firmly grasps your jaw, pulling your face back, locking it in Zayne’s sight as he watches waves of arousal crash over you.
"Open your eyes." He orders roughly. “Now, tell me.”
"I missed you." You gasp as his hips drive forward. "You are filling me up-p, I missed it."
"Good." He shifts his angle and the sound that comes out of you makes him groan. He does it again immediately, chasing the sound. "Good girl."
He gets demanding in a way that winds you up completely. Pulling your leg higher over his shoulder, turning your face with one hand to kiss you exactly how he wants, murmuring low instructions against your mouth that make your face burn even as you follow every single one. You couldn’t understand how someone could sound so authoritative and affectionate. So singularly and thoroughly focused on you, like he's been thinking about this for three weeks and intends to account for every day of it.
His cock drags against something that makes your back arch and he notices immediately, hips snapping forward to hit it again, watching your face when he does.
"There." He says, low and certain.
"Zay-" His name breaks in half. "Don't stop! Please"
"I won't." He keeps the angle, pace building, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you exactly where he wants you. "Come." His thumb finds your clit and presses in tight circles and you feel the orgasm building fast, too fast, three weeks of tension wound up and suddenly nowhere left to go. "Tell me you feel good."
"I feel-" It comes apart in your mouth as you come, clenching down hard around his cock, your whole body locking up with it. Above you he makes a sound so low and rough it barely makes it out of his chest, hips stuttering, and you feel him twitch inside you as he fights to hold himself together. “G-good.” you stutter. “T-tell me too, Zay. Want you to feel good.”
His hips harshly slam into you in response but he doesn't slow his rhythm. “It feels too good. You feel perfect,” he roughly whispers. “I’m so close. Come again.”
"Ah!” You grab his shoulders. "I can't…it's too much!"
"You can." He presses his lips to your temple, firm and sure, not slowing at all. "You can." He repeats. His thumb keeps working your clit through the oversensitivity and you sob into his shoulder. The sounds coming out of you are completely undignified and he is drinking every single one of them in. "One more." His voice is strained at the edges now, barely held together. "I am so close. I need to feel one more. Come."
You nod, crying now and hands fisting in the sheets.
The third one hits like a wave and takes you completely under. Your cunt clenches tight around him and above you he finally breaks. His hips drive forward hard, once, twice, three times, and then he buries himself as deep as he can go and shudders apart. The groan that comes out of him is low and broken and entirely unguarded. His cum floods into you, warm and unmistakable, and his hips keep grinding slow and deep like he can't help it, like he wants every last drop deep inside you.
Neither of you moves.
His weight settles into you and you take it, arms loose around him, staring at the ceiling while your body tries to remember how to work. He's still buried inside you and making no particular move to change that, face pressed into your neck, lips moving against your skin in small absent kisses.
He didn't pull out.
"Was today a safe day?" He asks calmly. Into the dark.
"Not exactly." you admit. “But it wasn’t the worst day…?” You swear you feel him twitch inside of you.
Silence.
"This is my fault. I’m sorry for not asking." He carefully responds. He says nothing else to your surprise.
"We'll be more careful next time." You offer, too embarrassed and ashamed to say you enjoyed it.
A pause. "Yes," You were too lost in your own dark thoughts to notice the total lack of conviction in his voice. "Next time."
His hand finds yours against the mattress and holds it. The city is quiet beyond the window.
After a moment his lips drag back to your neck, warm and unhurried, and you feel him shift his hips slightly and realize with a flush that he's already half hard inside you.
"Zayne." You murmur.
"Mm." His mouth moves to your jaw. His hand skims down your side, your hip, curling under your thigh. "Tell me you missed me again."
You stare at the ceiling. Fatigue and physical exhaustion scream at you to say no. Yet, your body, traitorously, is already interested.
"Neither of us are making it to work." You mutter.
His quiet laugh warms your skin.
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I hope you enjoy! I seldomly do a thorough proofread, so apologies for any errors.
