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Can't wait for this.... Is there someone reached affinity 145?
I'm Dying!!!!! Oh em gee he's so soft!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
zayne 'eating' headcannons nsfw
summary|| very self indulgent hc of how zayne treats you before, during and after he gives oral. isn't strictly dom or sub, amab or afab so could be read either way(more dom afab reader as I am)- spoilers: he's just super sweet and lovely towards you so a big service top (as usual what a surprise.)
includes|| service top zayne x fem/gn/male reader || eating out/blow job/oral (receiving) || nipple play (receiving) || aftercare
(this is dedicated to a very sweet boy who knows exactly who he is. thank you for helping me write this and motivate me!! <3)
zayne will always wait for you to give him the 'okay'. even if the moment is clearly leading up to it, even if he's dropped to his knees with a "let me take care of you", he will always ask or look for a sign from you to let him continue. he doesn't want to overstep anything and potentially lose you. zayne's only motive is making you happy (and losing himself in his favourite place).
The phone call today was so sweet it made me draw this
Please make a story that zayne is very clingy, sweet , romantic
For Mc
Pretty please
Make it long
Please
Please
Need a food 🥺
Food is served!! (One of these days you guys are gonna see an 'only accepting requests for Rafayel now' post and it'll be Raf hijacking my computer because WHY WAS I CATCHING FEELINGS FOR ZAYNE WHILE WRITING THIS??)
Doctor's Orders
Zayne x Reader ❄
Summary: Zayne has suggested you skip work today, which isn't suspicious at all...
Genre: Fluff (with a *pinch* of angst)
Warnings/Additional tags: gn!reader, established relationship, some kisses, some mentions of death (just a real mixed bag, you know?)
| Word count: 2k | Masterlist |
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!
“Do you really have to go?”
Zayne was a lot of things: caring, even doting, but never normally this… clingy.
You pretend not to hear the question, feeling the weight of his eyes on your back as you get ready to leave. You will answer it— you’re not ignoring him— but you have so much to do, and you’ve answered it three times already. Yes, Zayne. It’s work. You finish lacing your boots. And no, Zayne, I can’t get out of it.
☾ .⭒˚ misty invasion - hidden motive ♡ zayne x afab reader
⋆.˚ ☾ pairing: zayne x female reader (afab)
☾ .⭒˚ genre: smut, porn with some/little plot, porn with feelings
⋆.˚ ☾ word count: 3.6k
☾ .⭒˚ content warning: mdni, explicit sexual content, slight spoilers to ‘hidden motive’ (zayne’s misty invasion card), knee humping, titty sucking, titty sucking through clothes, titty nibbling (zayne is a boobie fiend), slight predator and prey, switch!zayne (he’s dom but kinda needy and vulnerable), use of Y/N, sub!reader, unprotected sex, cumming in panties, reader on top
⋆.˚ ☾ video link: not necessary to watch but is a link to all dubs for the memory this is based off of: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0SvtZ1EspWU
☾ .⭒˚ ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58061581/chapters/147819223
⋆.˚ ☾ a/n: haiiii guyssss i decided to upload the boys’ misty invasion fics one at a time! first up is baby zayne <3 his card inspired me so much, it was so intimate and passionate.
next up will probably be sylus, hopefully will post in maybe 3ish days! I haven’t watched raf’s or xav’s but i have ideas for them. I’m excited to write, i’m praying i don’t burn out…
hope you guys enjoy :) love ya’ll! also i am more active on twitter if you guys would like to follow me there, my link is in my masterpost!
⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚
Spontaneity was not something Zayne preferred to indulge in.
He had enough of it in his hectic surgery schedule, so in his personal life he tried to keep things as predictable as possible.
Yet he was graced with an absolute menace of a girlfriend, who, from the second she walked into his life, created chaos in her wake. Always running off on faraway Hunter missions, telling him only after she’d already left. Coming back injured, with a frustratingly adorable and sheepish smile, trying, and failing, to convince him she was fine.
Zayne cried on his first time with you. He didn't have anyone before you, so his body turned out to be ultra sensitive to physical contact, to the point he got overwhelmed not just by the feeling of finally having you in his arms – after so much effort on betraying a god and dealing with med school parts –, but also how you seem to know exactly where and how to touch him. It was too much. You could see crystalline tears running down his cheeks as he vainly tried to hide his face from you. You tried to stop your advances towards him out of worry, but Zayne prevented immediately, blurting out desperately a "please don't stop! I don't want you to stop, need it~ need more, I'm sorry...a-ah! Please!~"
You made sure to brush his tears off afterwards, pampering him, praising his vulnerability with you, making a safe space for him to express himself. You eventually discover later on that every now and then, when he spends a long time without having sex with you – like when he goes on a work trip – he would cry as he finally cums for you again. Such a sensitive man, right?
"Who is this Karen?"
Preview: How the boys react to a Karen lashing out at you?
Warnings: Slightly longer read than usual, but you get to see how they talk smack to a Karen for disrespecting you :>
ZAYNE
You stood in line, awaiting for your turn to get into the popular restaurant that you and Zayne were planning to try out. Zayne had dropped you off in order to search for a parking spot, claiming that it is way more efficient for one to just wait in line. Right when it was about to be your turn, you stood up, smoothing your skirt and stepped up towards the reception table but someone had beat you to it, pushing you physically to get you out of their way, risking you nearly stumbling. "Hey." You reprimanded the lady in the big red coat, her head tilting towards you with a scrunched up frown on her face. "You can't just do that, you have to line up according to your turn."
The lady scoffed and simply waved her hand off, mocking you in a tone you had never heard from anyone in your life. "Apparently you do not know that this restaurant runs on a star rating don't you darling? First-comers like you should shut up and wait while VIPs like me deserve to be tended to first." You were in a state of disbelief, slack-jawed, fists tightened, ready to mutter a string of colourful curse words in front of this lady before a hand gripped onto your shoulders and you turned.
Zayne stood next to you, assessing the situation that he had spotted from afar as he was coming closer to the restaurant. "Are you alright?" He glanced down towards your legs, to spot for any injury but when he noticed nothing stood out, he rubbed your back as a comforting gesture before he stepped forth towards the woman. "Excuse me." He stated and the lady turned, with the same expression as the first time. "I believe you have to be in line. It wasn't right for you to push someone just to get in front of the line."
"You are not the restaurant owner, talk to me again and I will call the police." Her voice was up an octave now, clearly offended at the both of you calling her out on her mistakes. "This is a restaurant that runs on point systems! Do your research before coming onto me you brats!" Zayne seemed indifferent towards her, she is just like another patient of his that may be suffering a psychotic episode amidst treatment. It is no stranger to a doctor of his calliber.
"Scream much more, and you will get wrinkles on your face." Zayne drew air signs, marking out the spots on her face. His tone was collected, informative even. "Your lips are peeling and your skin is sagging on the edge of your jaw. If I were you, I would get myself checked out for any cardiac anomalies." His statement made the lady gasped in horror, hands immediately flying up to touch her cheeks. Zayne only took his phone out and showing her his medical ID. "Just some words of advice from a fellow cardiac surgeon. You should not delay any further, I think your heart requires immediate attention." He quirked an eyebrow and watched as the lady panicked, albeit judging him silently under her breath and stepping off to get back into her car (that was parked illegally by the street) to leave.
With the lady leaving, the both of you managed to secure your seats fairly quickly. Walking into the restaurant, you turned to ask Zayne about the diagnosis earlier on and he replied with a soft chuckle. "It works once you flash them the ID." He pulled out the chair for you as he always would, waiting for you to be seated before he continues, seating himself down. "No harm in fighting stupidity with stupidity."
RAFAYEL
"So, today we will be going to this beach that I had always been talking about. Are you excited?" Rafayel turned his head over to you when he is at a red light, smiling at you and taking your smaller hand into his. He placed a chaste kiss onto the back of your hand and proceeded to rev his engine when the lights turned green. The date had been planned for more than a week as Rafayel was busy with exhibitions and you too, with your own work. Hence, when the time comes for the both of you to meet, it is only natural for your boyfriend to plan for a romantic getaway.
Approaching the beach, you could taste the brine in the air when Rafayel had opened the roof on his convertible to let you get a better view of the ocean. The seas are mimicking the skies, one owning dashes of sparkles while the other has fluffy cotton balls hung on them, both adding up to be a picturesque scene. It was a right choice for Rafayel to make judging by how enamoured you are with the scene ahead of you. He revved into a driveway and parked right next a red sedan, alerting the lady next to them. "Who do you think you are?" She immediately questioning, sunglasses pushed up onto the top of her head when she squinted her eyes to get a better view of the both of you. "You are going to hit my car!"
Rafayel nonchalantly got out of the car, hands thrown up in an act of surrender. "Lady, calm down. We mean no harm." He then sauntered over to your side to open your side of the door, holding his hand out for you to take, all while still trying to hold a reasonable conversation with the lady who had not stopped accusing him of wanting to hit her car. "As I've said lady, I do not have the wish to hurt anyone. I apologise if my skills scared you." Due to his indifference, it only got the Karen riled up, stomping out of her car and coming right up to both of you. Rafayel instinctively shielded you, his height still towered over the woman.
"THIS IS MY BEACH AND YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO TRESSPASS, YOU HEAR ME YOUNG MAN?!" She angrily pointed a finger at him, her bikini suggested she is here for the beach as well. "So it is either you both get the hell out of here, or I am calling the cops." Grabbing her phone out of her small clutch, she begin dialing the number on it and pressing it to her ear. You looked towards Rafayel with a worried expression, but he only held a smirk as he listened in on her conversation. "Yes! This man with a convertible is trying to kill me in a crash--yeah, okay you talk to him!"
Then she handed her phone over to Rafayel, which he took into his hands and pressed it against his ear. For a man who seemingly 'broke-the-law', Rafayel is not taunted. "Hey there, yeah. Yeah that's me. Yeah, she is claiming that this beach belongs to her." His eyes glinted a hint of playfulness, smile widening at the Karen. "Can I report this for tresspassing or...okay, yeah, I'll call you back if she starts anything on MY BEACH." Specifically emphasising his words, the woman choked onto her breath, looking at Rafayel as he gave her back her phone and tilting his head, still smiling. "A word of advice, next time, if you're gonna play with fire, just be ready to get burned, yeah?"
SYLUS
Sylus would rather be surrounded by thousands of the strongest wanderers now than to be in the grocery store with you right now. This burly, manly man does not see himself to be a fitting piece of a puzzle within a grocery store. Everywhere his eyes darted, he catches sight of men with beer bellies pushing carts with babies while referring to a long, floor-panning grocery list, or a mother who has too many children to provide welfare for, or maybe a family where most of the time the wife is the ruler of the house. No, Sylus is not a sexist, he just holds too much of an ego for his masculinity that he feels like he does not belong in a grocery store. Staring down at you, he sighed inwardly. Regardless of what he had thought of, what he held as a belief, here he is still, nothing different than those wife-pleasers he witnessed littered all over the store.
“How long are we going to be here for?” He groaned, holding up the basket slightly higher when you had gotten your pick of the better watermelon. “N109 does not run by itself given its current glory you know.” His mockery only got you rolling your eyes at him. You would admit, he is a scary man for the eyes, but once you had gotten to know him, gosh, this man would bow to puppy eyes and wheedling words. Feeling your throat getting scratchy again, you pointed at the vitamin water that was placed in the basket and Sylus cracked open the cap then handed it to you. You gulped the drink down your throat, trying to gain moisture to rid it of the scratchy feeling before you felt someone tapped on your shoulder and you turned around.
The lady who tapped your shoulder was skinny, body the shape of a trunk and with hair so blossoming that Sylus may have outwardly mocked her to be a tree. But the man does watch his mouth whenever he is around you. “Young lady, you can’t drink from the bottle like that without paying for it! That is called stealing!” Her loud exclamation got some people turning their heads and you could feel the embarrassment crawling up your back. You fumbled with the cap and was about to say sorry before your boyfriend took up the space next to you, his 6”2’ height made the woman looked like a garden gnome, with weird tree-like hair.
“Why can’t she? She is paying for it afterall.” The corners of his lips curled up, but it resembled an amused smirk rather than a smile as he watched the lady below him started to act out. If he were to be alone right now, there is no doubt that this woman would perish before she could utter another word. But, as what he had always believed in, violence is only to be utilised strategically. And using it on this lady, in front of you, in a public area, would result in serious consequences, so he decided not to. But, this does not mean he would back down either.
“You are supposed to buy things before you consume them. Don’t you know how the law works?” The lady was clearly pissed, voice raising even higher to create a scene. “I am going to call the store manager on you to get you and your girlfriend reported for stealing!” At this rate, she would only cause more trouble than necessary. Sylus simply clicked his tongue with a ‘tch’ and he tilted his head slightly, his right eye taking colour of a bright scarlet. Then, you watch as the woman in front of you tripped over nothing and she fell face-first. You gasped, wanting to go forward to help her but an unseeable force held you back and it got you figuring out the cause of her trip. Sylus was using his energy manipulation skills to get her to practically trip on air.
“Let’s go.” Without wasting anymore time, he grabbed onto your hand, his smirk widening as he lead you to walk through the aisles to get to the counter to check out your items. When he was confronted with why he did that, the confident man simply quirked up one of his thick eyebrow and retaliated. “You think I would back down easily if anyone comes at you like that princess? I would downplay the act of punishment for your sake, but I won't stay idle like a trophy husband sweetie.”
XAVIER
Xavier had came up with the idea to bring you along for some clothes shopping for the upcoming team building event which involves a masquerade ball. A couple of days ago, he had to sit through hours of you sifting through your closet, looking for any gowns that could be reused for the second time until you reached the realisation that you do not own a gown because 1) it’s not practical and 2) it’s a huge waste of money and 3) it does not fit your usual aesthetic for clothings.
"How about this one?" Xavier asked when he pointed at a store with ball gowns being displayed at their windows. Observing your hesitation to step into the store, he grabbed onto your hand and started leading you towards it. The pull was a bit of a drag however as you were stumping your feet onto the ground from wanting to enter such a boujee store. God knows how much those dresses would cost. "It's alright y/n, I will pay for it okay? You don't have to fret about a gown for days. Come on."
After getting assisted by the salesperson, you had managed to pick out a few outfits and you slotted yourself into one of the fitting booths to try them on. At the meantime, Xavier sat on the bench outside, scrolling through his phone mindlessly while he waited for you. He noticed a shadow loomed over him and he looked up, seeing a lady in her mid-40s looking down at him. "Is someone in the fitting booth?" Xavier nodded his head in return, stating that his girlfriend is inside. "Can you ask her to hurry up a little? I am pressed for time and I need to try on this outfit."
"Guess you will have to wait till she is done. She is only at her first dress." Xavier spoke calmly, already sensing discomfort from the way the lady had spoken to him. The curtain to the fitting booth then slid opened and you stepped out, adorning a blue sequin dress that matches the shade of Xavier's irises and he smiled in return, standing up and blatantly ignoring the lady as he walked up to you, gesturing his finger for you to turn and to show him the full outfit.
It was a sweet moment until you were interrupted. "Can you hurry up missy? I am in a rush and I need to try this on." She held up a dress in her hand, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "FYI, this dress does not fit you, you look fat in it." Your eyes were widened immediately when the lady mocked you. When you turned to Xavier, he too, bear the same expression as you but he was quick to recover.
"I don't think that is a nice thing to say when you should be the one to look at yourself in the mirror." His jab at the lady made her face immediately turned red, all adrenaline rushing towards her head. Xavier crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head while sighing. "I guess there is no need for you to try on that dress of yours, because I'm pretty sure it won't fit you."
And the next thing you know, the lady was rambling, shouting towards the employees for being mistreated but here you stood, next to Xavier, who is not one bit phased by her behaviour. Your boyfriend only watches the show unfold in front of him, and pats the top of your head, smiling at you. “She started it first, I figured if it wasn’t for her, I would have fell asleep waiting for you to be done with your fittings.” And you gave him a hard punch against his shoulder.
❦ love and deep space💫
❄ ~𝒁𝑨𝒀𝑵𝑬'𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺~❄
♡ Zayne x MC/Reader ♡
⇜As I just started love and deep space this might not be right or not close!⇝
MDNI!!! 18++
Warnings!: P in V, Creampie, Rough sex, Bratty MC/Reader, Making out, Spanking, Deepthroat, Choking, Punishment, Orgasm control, Forced orgasm, BDSM, Shibari, Ice play, Phone sex, Nudes, Public, Breeding kink, OOC Zayne!♡
Heartbreaker Attacks!
Rating: Explicit
Length: 2.8k words
Here it is. The sex pollen fic. I forget who posted about this, but whoever it was, here you go.
I’m currently in the middle of the woods when I get a notification on my hunters watch that there is a wanderer attack nearby. I follow the coordinates through the underbrush, ducking under branches and avoiding rocks, and when I emerge, I’m in… Zayne’s backyard?
It’s no secret that Zayne is always busy.
You know this, his coworkers know this, even his patients know this.
One con of dating Zayne, if you could even name one, is the constant business trips and crazy work hours.
But as you both foster your relationship, and both learn to work around each other; you both found ways around this.
And that’s how you ended up how you were now.
Taking risqué pictures for your boyfriend, who was currently in another state.
Pictures of you arched over on the bed with your panties pulled to the side.
Pictures of your breasts pushed together with your arms with your nipples just barely peaking out of your bra.
And pictures of your legs spread playing with your clit.
Now, Zayne doesn’t show it outwardly, but while you were sending these pictures he was inwardly going insane.
It took some serious restraint not to hop on the soonest flight back home and fuck your brains out all night.
Luckily for him, restraint was a skill that he finely honed for eons.
The best he could do for now is try and drive you crazy as well.
So that’s how he ended up where he is now.
He almost felt stupid trying to get the right angle.
You felt your phone vibrate, and a wide grin spread across your face.
One that was quickly replaced once it our mouth went dry as you looked at the picture Zayne sent you.
You could see his stern face, and his beautiful green eyes that you could get lost in for hours.
He was shirtless, with his slacks unbuttoned and slightly lowered on his hips so you could see the band of his luxury boxers.
One hand adorned with a watch you had gifted him was holding the phone to take said picture, it was a mirror pic.
His other hand was holding the absolutely maddening print of his cock.
There was even a visible stain of precum.
It seems Zayne couldn’t fully comprehend the nature of his picture, and how sexy it was; but you absolutely could.
You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of your phone ringing, and the feeling of the vibrations in your hand.
Zayne was video calling you.
He’d also sent you another text.
“Answer the phone so I can show you exactly what you do to me.”
Backlash.
It was the consequence of overusing your evol.
Not everyone experienced it, but most powerful evolvers have.
And unlucky for you; your evol was quite strong.
You knew this. The Hunters Association knew this. Zayne knew especially well, as to the effects it had on your body.
But nobody knew exactly what your backlash was. People always tried to guess, but to no avail.
Heightened body temperature? No.
Extreme fatigue? No.
Madness, even? Well… not quite.
Your backlash was as unique and strong as you.
Many people faced minor symptoms thiat only impaired them for hours at most.
Yours lasted for at least a day. At most two.
Your backlash made you feel as though the most potent aphrodisiac had been dropped into your body.
It was… beyond embarrassing.
You preferred not to take more than a day off at a time, saving most of your vacation time for Zayne.
So you’d mastered the art of hiding it.
Or so you thought.
You find yourself laying in bed after your strange behavior post mission had been noticed by Tara.
After much poking and prodding at what was wrong with you, she alerted Jenna of your odd symptoms.
After a brief inspection, Jenna sent you home on sick leave and told you not to come in the next day either.
“What a pain,” you thought fleetingly. “I hope they don’t think I’m weird.”
You turn over on your side and groan.
It was like you were burning up. You felt hot and sticky… and there was this ache you couldn’t seem to get rid of.
Sure you could handle your arousal yourself, but that never satisfied you. For long, anyways.
Just as you were about to throw in the towel, a knock on your door interrupted your thoughts.
No… oh no…
It was 5PM on a Thursday… it could only be one person.
You hastily get out of bed, haphazardly throw on your glasses, and speed walk to your front door.
Standing on your tippy toes, you look out the peephole.
FUCK IT WAS ZAYNE
You quickly turn around and put your back against the door, leaning against it in your shock.
“Fuck!” You exclaimed a little too loud.
“I knew you were home,” his voice sounded from the other side of the door. “Let me in.”
“Uhhh no I’m not home. Leave a message okay bye-”
“Stop with your games and just open the door. Your coworkers contacted me and said you were sick. I just want to check on you.”
The concern in his deep, monotonous voice made your resolve crumble.
Exhaling before fixing your hair and pushing up your glasses, you open the door.
His piercing green eyes bore into yours, making your knees go a little weak.
He’s so handsome…
You shook those thoughts from your head.
It seems he came right from the hospital. He was still wearing his white button up, black slacks, and his glasses.
“Thanks for the concern, but really Zayne I’m fine.”
Ignoring your blatant lie, he gently put a hand on your forehead.
“You’re burning up,” he frowns. “Go back inside.”
Not particularly having the energy to argue, you trudge back to your room and flop down on your bed.
You had the impression that Zayne was right behind you, but it seemed like he had gone elsewhere in the house.
Moments later, he emerged from wherever the fuck he’d gone with a glass of water and two pills.
Zayne sat down on the edge of your bed and handed both items to you.
“Here, take these.”
You hastily do as he says, wanting to get him in and out as quick as possible while you were in this state.
It’s not that you didn’t want to see him; you didn’t want him to see you like this.
“Finished. You must be super busy so I don’t wanna keep you long. Why don’t you-”
“Aren’t you going to tell me what’s wrong first? I’m your primary care physician.”
Damn him and his… sweet and caring concern.
You heart swelled, but once again you groaned and turned away from him on your side.
You had two options right now.
Option one: be honest and tell him everything. He wouldn’t judge you… probably…
Option two: play into being sick and evade any and all questions until he left.
You turned your head to look back at him, and his concerned gaze looked back at you.
Zayne was your best friend. He wouldn’t do anything to harm you. Or say anything to hurt you.
He only ever wanted the best for you. And tried his best to take care of you and make you happy.
And you loved him. And you were pretty sure he loved you.
You decided to just be honest. He is your doctor after all… maybe he could help you.
“Zayne do you experience backlash symptoms after using your evol?”
He nods. “My body temperature drops dangerously low.”
You sighed. You fucking wish you had his backlash.
“Why? Are you experiencing backlash right now?”
Now it was your turn to nod.
“My backlash isn’t temperature irregularities or fatigue or nausea,” you turned over again. You didn’t wanna look him the eyes for this one. “It’s a little- well a lot different. Very different.”
There was a pause before Zayne’s response.
“Go on.” He tone seemed skeptical.
“It’s arousal.” You mumbled quickly, gripping the sheets and squeezing your eyes shut.
“Pardon?” Zayne either didn’t hear you at all, or seemed not to hear you correctly.
“It’s…” you sighed again, tears brimming from the sheer embarrassment of your confession. “Arousal. My backlash is arousal. And I can’t control it.”
Another pause.
“I see.” He said solemnly. You felt him move on the bed, and assumed he was doing that stupid ass thing where he puts his hand on his chin.
His reaction, or lack thereof, was the nail in the coffin for you.
You started to snuffle as tears ran down your face.
Zayne was immediately startled by this.
“Are you crying?”
“No, you idiot.” You clearly weren’t a good liar. Why do you keep trying?
Zayne sighs before you feel him move once again, and suddenly he’s hugging you from behind.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” his voice took on a much softer tone now that he sees your upset. “There are many different types of backlashes. Some more extreme than others.”
You leaned in to his hug, finding comfort in his calm voice and cool body.
“I was so afraid you were going to judge me.” You looked over your shoulder at him, glasses clinking against each others.
“I would never.”
You both seemed relieved as you say in silence. Hugging each other as you calmed down.
As comforting as Zayne’s hold was, it was doing nothing for your backlash.
You shifted in his hold.
Alright, now you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Zayne, please,” you pleaded, looking back at him one again and peering up at him from the top of your glasses, “I can’t take it anymore.”
Another pause… a longer one this time.
Usually Zayne doesn’t take that long to think. He must really be plotting this time.
Suddenly, you feel his ice cold hands running all over your body.
You just barely stifled the moan that threatened to leave your lips.
“Zayne…” You whimper his name, and you heard his breathing pick up.
“Do you want my help?”
You felt like you just had cold water dumped all over you.
“W… what?” Surely he was fucking around.
“Do you want my help, Y/N?”
Him saying your name sent shivers down your spine.
“You don’t have to.”
“But I want to.” While his gaze once held concern, now held something else.
Something new in him you’d never seen before.
“Zayne… are you sure?” This time you fully turn around to face him.
This time he doesn’t respond. He just wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you on top of him.
You squeal as he positions you so that you’re straddling him.
And then… you feel it.
Your eyes widen and you look down.
His dick straining against his pants. Right under you.
It was deliciously hard against you, and you could feel the warmth through the layers you both have on.
“Does that answer your question?”
Now you really couldn’t hold back.
You quickly bent down to catch his lips in a desperate kiss.
It was nasty and sloppy. All tongue and lips… something you’d never expect from him.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you bring him to sit up with you.
Instinctively he grabbed your waist, dragging his hands down your back and ass as he fervently kissed you back.
Once again feeling his cold hands on you, you moaned freely at his touch.
Grabbing your hips, he pulled them forward, causing you to grind down on his erection.
This caused you to break the kiss with a pleasured sob.
“Oh my god, Zayne-!” He was hitting just the right spot.
This was enough motivation for him apparently, so he kept going.
Gripping his shoulders for dear life, you kept dragging your cunt against that one spot that sent waves through your body, as Zayne kissed down your neck.
It was all becoming too much… Zayne sucking that sweet spot on your neck and his cock grinding against your clit so deliciously.
“Wait,” you pushed him away weakly. “Zayne wait…”
He immediately halted his actions.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m gonna cum like this,” you gripped his shoulders again as you looked away. “I wanna do… other things too.”
Zayne chuckles, something he rarely does, before leaning back to loosen his tie.
You shifted in his lap again at the sight, making his exhale sharply.
“What do you want to do?” He looks up at you, the ghost of a smile on his face.
Shit. You didn’t think you’d get this far.
“I… don’t know.” You bashfully admit. You don’t dare meet his gaze.
You feel him grip your chin and turn your head towards his and forces you to look into his eyes.
He made you so nervous.
“I can take the lead if you want. Just let me take care of you.” Zayne’s soft tone of voice almost puts you at ease.
But how could you truly relax when you were literally sitting on his hard dick?
You close your eyes and take a deep breath.
“Okay,” you nod, finally looking right at him. “I trust you.”
Zayne smiles fully this time, before running his thumb over your bottom lip.
“That’s my girl.”
Sweet and slow.
They say good things come to those who wait. And you particularly agreed with this statement.
It truly was a testament to your relationship with Zayne.
The process of meeting again… talking… exchanging pleasantries and getting to know each other was timeless.
In every life you’d wait for each other. Every single time.
Having sex with him was the most intimate act you could fathom.
Getting to know each other’s bodies after so much time apart was so invigorating.
Sometimes the act was fueled vigorously by lust.
Exchanging glances and touches during the day… and both anticipating what was to come at night.
Zayne would pin you down and grind into you so desperately, mumbling filthy things about how much he wanted to fuck you for hours.
Foreplay was quick and passionate; so eager to get to the main act.
He would pin you on your back and hold your legs open while he sucked your clit, sneaking a finger in to rub over your g spot.
“Zayne… Zayne,” You’d whine, growing oh so impatient. “Please just fuck me already!”
And that he would.
Fast and hard at a bruising pace, bringing you to your respective orgasms quickly.
But what if… you two were in a sweeter mood?
Don’t get me wrong. Filthy, lustful, and downright nasty sex is amazing and extremely common between you two.
But what if Zayne just wanted to express how happy he was to have you again?
Or you wanted to express how grateful you are for his sweetness towards you?
Making love, not just having sex, was also nice sometimes.
“Like that,” Zayne whispered right into your ear. “Is that how you want it?”
You two were in missionary in bed, your head on the pillow and leg on Zayne’s shoulder.
“Yeah… just like that… don’t stop…” You reached for his hand to hold it.
Zayne was fucking you so deep and slow it was making you see stars.
It was these moments between you two you truly cherished. Moments of pure intimacy and love.
You were so happy to be here with him.
Zayne kissed your leg that was on his shoulder before leaning forward.
You happily wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer. You wanted to feel him everywhere.
“I love you Zayne.” You said breathlessly.
An unexplainable expression came over his face before he moved his arms to wrap around you and embrace you before kissing you passionately.
You knew Zayne had difficulties expressing his love for you due to all that he’s been through, but his actions said everything for him.
Moaning into the kiss, you both ran your hands all over each other, grounding yourselves in the feeling.
“Mmph!” You moaned loudly before wrapping your legs around Zayne’s waist and breaking the kiss.
“Gonna cum,” You said, gasping for air in between. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
“Me too. Can I cum inside you?”
His request made you tighten inside around him, making him shut his eyes and groan.
“Please.”
You caught his lips again in a searing kiss, pouring all your love for him into it.
Zayne’s pace sped up gradually as you both came closer to your orgasms.
Moaning louder and louder into the kiss, you both came together, hugging each other tightly.
He stayed inside you, cock still throbbing and twitching as you both held each other.
“(Y/N).”
“Hmm?”
“I love you too.”
"i love you."
zayne's whispered words don't fall on deaf ears, you're not actually asleep. though your eyes were screwed shut and you hadn't moved in a good six minutes, you were wide awake. but he didn't need to know that.
"how lucky i am..." he continues, voice so soft you almost can't hear it. "to be able to find you over and over again. i love you."
his hands trace over your face, ice cold fingers meaninglessly draw patterns on your cheeks and his thumb relaxes over your lips. a thought crosses your mind, if he wasn't afraid of waking you up, you can imagine he'd continue letting his hands roam endlessly. was he trying to plant every inch of you in his mind? to remember until time itself ends?
"i want to be selfish and stay here forever." zayne loves you so much, he wonders if he can say the words endlessly to let them stay in your mind for as long as possible. if given the chance, would you replace him with someone else? he wants to repeat these words until you can't fathom being with away from him. he loves you so much, the selfish desire dies before it can reach his lips. he would still love you if you chose someone else.
but doesn't he know? you've already long forgotten anyone besides him.
"i love you."
his hands stop tracing your face, instead remaining stagnant against your cheek so he can kiss your forehead. his lips are as cold as his hands.
"i love you too." you whisper back, opening one eye to see how red his cheeks get.
It’s no secret that Zayne is always busy.
You know this, his coworkers know this, even his patients know this.
One con of dating Zayne, if you could even name one, is the constant business trips and crazy work hours.
But as you both foster your relationship, and both learn to work around each other; you both found ways around this.
And that’s how you ended up how you were now.
Taking risqué pictures for your boyfriend, who was currently in another state.
Pictures of you arched over on the bed with your panties pulled to the side.
Pictures of your breasts pushed together with your arms with your nipples just barely peaking out of your bra.
And pictures of your legs spread playing with your clit.
Now, Zayne doesn’t show it outwardly, but while you were sending these pictures he was inwardly going insane.
It took some serious restraint not to hop on the soonest flight back home and fuck your brains out all night.
Luckily for him, restraint was a skill that he finely honed for eons.
The best he could do for now is try and drive you crazy as well.
So that’s how he ended up where he is now.
He almost felt stupid trying to get the right angle.
You felt your phone vibrate, and a wide grin spread across your face.
One that was quickly replaced once it our mouth went dry as you looked at the picture Zayne sent you.
You could see his stern face, and his beautiful green eyes that you could get lost in for hours.
He was shirtless, with his slacks unbuttoned and slightly lowered on his hips so you could see the band of his luxury boxers.
One hand adorned with a watch you had gifted him was holding the phone to take said picture, it was a mirror pic.
His other hand was holding the absolutely maddening print of his cock.
There was even a visible stain of precum.
It seems Zayne couldn’t fully comprehend the nature of his picture, and how sexy it was; but you absolutely could.
You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of your phone ringing, and the feeling of the vibrations in your hand.
Zayne was video calling you.
He’d also sent you another text.
“Answer the phone so I can show you exactly what you do to me.”
Rain On The Way Home
Zayne takes you home after an argument between the two of you.
ಇ. Zayne x Reader/MC
ಇ. Tags & warnings: since there's a bit spicy at the end I shall put 16+, MDNI here, fluff, short and sweet, kiss and make up, making out, argument, hurt/comfort, established relationship, character might be a bit ooc idk.
ಇ. Word count: ~1k9
ಇ. Based on a request by YNhi.
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when he gets jealous ♡
↬ request from anon ; Can I request for zayne? Please make a fic of him and mc where he is jealous and they making up after
↬ notes ; zayne x gn!reader
↬ from ice ; ohhh hell yeah we love jealous men in this house 🔥🔥🔥 also i wish the three LIs could meet in-game but since it won't happen i'll settle for making it happen in fanfic 😋 also did u guys see sylus because what the actual fuck HE'S SO FINE!!!
↬ warning(s) ; suggestive at the end
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zayne is a very secure man. he's the youngest recipient of the starcatcher award, one of the most talented surgeons to ever grace the halls of akso hospital, and he considers himself a rather good boyfriend - all this means he has absolutely no reason to get jealous. at least that's what he tells himself when he sees you happily talking to another man outside your apartment. the tall blonde smiles softly at you as you chatter away, and it's only when zayne clears his throat that you notice him.