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Ღ tags: cockwarming, piv, (little bit of) praise (it's zayne, after all), fem!reader (utilization of woman/she/her), hair undetermined texture (loose/long enough to brush shoulders), no mentions of skintone, body stature, etc :3
Ღ a/n: posted to ao3! hello~ long time, no see! here's another ficlet type substance (and to no one's shock, featuring zayne) that i glued together with my own two hands *holds up stick figure drawings à la "Lingering Lust"*
you provide a coffee break and zayne breaks you off a piece of that co--
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If you don't have him now, you're pretty sure you're going to explode. Even while you're supposed to be on "vacation", Zayne finds a way to work. It's like it's built into his DNA or something. You allow him grace, the most sought after cardiac surgery within a hundred miles and certainly throughout the country, you're proud of him and know he's dutiful. Who are you to curb his desire to help and heal?
You're just a woman, though. A woman with needs— and right now you need to feel him fill you up, stretch you out with that thick c—
Your hand pauses and you squeeze the kitchen counter. You're making his coffee as he likes it, cream and just the slightest bit too sweet. The thought of feeling him inside of you is enough to make you clench around nothing, aching for it.
Very soon. You're convincing and he's weak to anything you request of him…most of the time. After finishing both of your coffees, you head to his office with matching mugs in hand and a mischievous grin you're trying to curb before you hit the doorway. Sweet, maybe a flutter of your lashes and a cute voice and he'll give in for sure.
When you gently nudge the door to his office open with your hip, you're unsurprised that he's focused heavily on his screen, mug next to him untouched, probably cold. He's shirtless—maybe because you have on his shirt—as he reads through whatever task he set out to this morning. The ache from earlier only intensifies seeing his broad, muscular chest on display. You walk over to his desk, looking into his coffee mug to see it completely black.
"…Did you mess up your coffee this morning?" You place the fresh one you made down and gently move the other.
"I received a call right after the drip finished and didn't have a moment to complete it," Zayne responds and stops typing at the smell of fresh coffee, his eyes breaking from the screen to look up at you. You shuffle your matching cup next to his before turning to him, your touch gentle as you push his glasses back up from sliding down his nose.
"Did you have breakfast?" You move your hand through his disheveled hair, watching his eyes close as you comb it through gently. A smile widens your lips as he leans into your hand, reaching for his coffee mug and bringing it to his face.
"Of course not," he tilts his head up to take a sip and you snort softly, crossing your arms.
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day," you mock his doctor voice with a cheshire cat's grin as he narrows his eyes at you. It's short lived when he tastes his coffee, eyes closed in contentment.
"Mmm…" he sits back for a moment and you note his relative state of undress, a pair of sweatpants the barrier to your prize. "Did you have breakfast?"
"…We're not talking about me right now," you deflect, reaching for your coffee and taking a sip to avoid speaking. A small smirk lifts the corner of his lips. He thinks he's so clever.
"I've been reviewing patient charts all morning. Why don't we get lunch together in an hour or two?" Zayne's offer is tempting, knowing you can and will reprimand him for working on your rare days off together. He even gives a time frame and an option not linked to staying in the house.
"I'd like that." Of course you do. Time with Zayne is time well spent—which is why this offer is not going to dismiss you, your original goal in mind.
"It's settled then," Zayne sets down his mug and begins sliding his chair close to the desk. Oh, absolutely not. You place your mug down and cross your arms, tapping your foot. It catches his eye and he looks to you. "What's wrong?"
"Where are my thank you kisses?" You lift a brow and he huffs a laugh, turning to face you and reach for your arm, loosening your stance quickly. Necessary? No. Giving you your opening? Yes.
"How could I forget?" His lips brush yours and you decide now is the best time for your plan of attack. You lean into the kiss, deepening his gentle pecks and luring him with gentle nips against his lips. He grunts softly, opening his mouth and you don't wait to slide your tongue against his, the taste of him and the too-sweet-for-you coffee mixing. His hand squeezes your arm as he tries to escape but you whimper softly. "Baby, if you want me to keep the time I promised, I need to finish working."
"I don't think I've been properly thanked yet," you pout, leaning into to peck his lips again. He chuckles, his hands sliding along your waist beneath your too big shirt.
"I'll make it up to you later."
"Or…you can indulge me right now…and later." You beam a smile at him, gently nuzzling his nose and tracing a finger down his chest and abs, reveling in the way his muscles flex under your touch. "I have an easy solution."
"Does it involve your patience?" Zayne knows the answer the moment your fingers trace along the waistband of his sweats. You raise a brow and he considers for a moment before tilting his head. "Name your terms."
"Let me sit on it while you're working," your tone turns sultry as you feel the bulge in his pants twitch beneath your hand. His face is turning the loveliest shade of red, high point of his cheeks and ears brightening by the moment. His glasses are beginning to fog with how quickly his skin heats and you already know you've won.
"You expect me to work in those conditions?" Zayne's eyes are wide behind his glasses as he stares at you in disbelief.
"You're the top cardiac surgeon in all of Linkon. Surely you can keep your composure, no?" You tease, feeling the evidence of his interest at the idea growing beneath your teasing hand. "Consider it a test of your resolve…or letting me have what I've been craving since I woke up."
You watch his eyes rove over your body, hand caressing over the curve of your hips and ass, contemplation lighting his features. He moistens his lips and you reach up to remove his glasses, setting them behind you on his desk. He doesn't protest, allowing you to grab his hand and place it over your panties. He groans softly, feeling how damp the fabric is and looks up, wonder in his hazel eyes as you smile down at him.
The sound of a few pings behind you makes you tilt your head, hair brushing over your bared shoulder and leading his eyes to your skin exposed by his shirt slipping a bit.
"May I? If not, I suppose I can just take care of myself…" you cheer internally when he leans back in the chair.
"No need, baby. Take what you want."
You take in his flushed skin, his hazel eyes dark as he watches you slip your panties off, stepping out of them when you let them drop to the floor. You straddle over his still clothed thighs, not missing how his eyes travel down between you, his hand reaching out to brush your skin and lift your shirt.
You busy yourself with freeing him from the confines of his sweatpants and moan quietly, stroking him slowly as you fixate on his cock. You're clenching around nothing again, eager as he lets out his own quiet groan, lifting his hips to help shimmy his sweats down just enough.
Both his hands settle on your hips and you lift his shirt up, holding the bottom between your teeth so he can watch as you slide the tip of him over your clit, hips jolting as his do, his grip tightening around you. His breathing is labored as you slide him over your wet opening, slick and pulsing as it catches before you slide him over your clit again.
Should you prep more? Probably. Normally, he renders you damn-near incoherent before he even considers giving you his cock, no matter how desperate you are for it. 'Behave, my love. Preparation is important.'
Now? You're much too impatient for that. Every rock of your hips deepens the furrow in his brow, concentrated on you teasing him. He's so beautiful like this, unable to hide his need of you. His tongue comes out to wet his lips again, short breaths drying them as you sink down just slightly, smiling as he bites his lip.
"Baby…" his head tilts back with a groan, one of his hands slides around your hip to grip your ass.
"Watch," your speech is muffled around the shirt but he understands it well enough, his head tilting up and eyes blown with desire.
"Let me he—" Zayne's words are cut short by a choked groan when you properly begin to slide him inside of you. The stretch of him causes your mouth to drop open, shirt falling and gasp escaping you. Zayne lifts your shirt with one hand, groaning as he watches you take him. Your hands come up to his shoulders, slowly lifting and bearing down. You're sure you'll have his fingerprints imprinted on your ass as tightly as he's holding you.
"Take it slow," his voice is low, breathy—the strain underneath fueling your resolve. You kiss him again, holding yourself still and moan into his mouth as he wraps both arms around you. Fully distracted by the kiss, both of you desperately devouring each other's mouths, you give no warning when you slide down until you're seated in his lap.
The gasps that leave both of you makes a shudder go down your spine, your hands tangled in his hair. He holds you tightly against him, groaning against your lips as you mewl in response, walls squeezing around him, every subtle twitch of him making you almost dizzy.
"Reckless…" he breathes against you and you laugh softly. He's not wrong but you can't bring yourself to regret a thing, the insatiable ache of needing him inside you finally answered.
"Full," you quip, smiling against his lips and staying as still as you can while you adjust. It's exactly as you wanted, happy to be stretched around his heavy cock. As you relax it only feels better, a pleased sigh on your lips. Zayne's breathing evens out, gentle kisses pressed along your jaw and down your neck as you both settle comfortably. "Just what I needed."
"You're spoiled," Zayne soothes a hand over your lower back and over your ass again, gentle in his movements. You kiss him softly before hooking your chin over his shoulder, letting your body relax against his and readjusting your legs so they're comfortably bracketing his hips.
"Who's fault is that? Certainly not mine," you sigh, whining when he lifts you slightly only to bring you down onto him, face still buried in your neck as he repeats the motion a few times. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, a whine crooning from you as your walls flex around him. "Don't tease me when you're going to work."
"You lured me in with coffee and an offer I would be negligent to refuse. Who's teasing who here?" With a hint of amusement, he settles you in his lap again, ignores your whimpers and moves closer to the desk. "Behave now, and let me work."
"Meanie." You joined him in his office with the sole focus of getting what you wanted, tease or no tease. You would have done anything, need to sate your appetite stronger than your resolve to let him work in peace. Fortunately for you, Zayne isn't totally resistant to your charms. He's just a man, after all. A man who adores his wife and would never deny her.
He lets out an amused huff and the sound is followed by the staccato tap of the keys as he responds to his messages. You're happy to let the conversation lull, to close your eyes and listen. Your inner horny gremlin is momentarily satisfied, face turned into his neck, taking in his clean scent, peppering soft kisses against the column of his throat—meant to appease you, not stir him.
One of his hands periodically traces your back beneath your shirt, rubbing circles into the small of your spine, sliding over your thigh and soothing over your skin. It's enough to lull you into an easy, comfortable state of just being—together with him in mutual silence, yet enjoyment of each other's presence. If this is as close to being inside his skin as you can get, you'll take it.
He shifts his hips, grunting when you squeeze around him on reflex, your eyes fluttering in pure bliss when he does it again. Knowing he's not totally unaffected by your position ignites the desire for more. You're being as obedient as you can muster, though the thought to misbehave tingles at the back of your mind.
Zayne won't mind much, considering he guides you the slightest bit to grind against him when he grabs his coffee mug or goes back to reading. He is mostly quiet, reading the chart aloud in some instances, particularly after a stuttered breath or when his muscles tense beneath you.
"Have some of your coffee," he sits you up and you look at him with lidded eyes, your body relaxed as you take your coffee mug he offers. He gently brushes your cheek as you drink, flush to his cheeks still evident. "This is truly all you wanted?"
"I mean,"—you smirk, squeezing around his cock and he twitches in response—"I'm open to suggestion."
"Hmm…We'll never make it to lunch," Zayne takes your mug and places it on his desk.
"…Tou…ché," you trip over words when his hand slides between you, knuckle circling your clit in unhurried circles. His other hand undoes the buttons of your shirt until you're exposed to his heated gaze, his eyes trailing down when you grind towards his teasing hand. He leans in and kisses your neck, your collarbone, nipping at the skin as you whimper his name, walls fluttering around his stiff cock.
"I haven't made any progress on reading a single thing, my love,"—his tone is firm with reprimand, lower ranges of his voice making you grind in urgency towards his slow moving hand—"you are distracting. How am I to get anything done with you squeezing me like this?"
"Zayne," you moan his name and he tilts you back until you're pressed against his desk, your breasts closer to his mouth. Lingering kisses pepper down the center of your chest, his tongue slides over your nipple, sucked into his warm mouth and tortured with broad swipes. He's patient as always, slow circles on your sensitive clit and bordering painful nips of your nipple. You reach up to bury your hand in his hair, whimpering as he releases your nipple to switch to the other.
"I suppose I don't have the best composure when it comes to you, hm?" He grabs your ass and shifts you back and forth, groaning against your breast and you tighten your hand, a gasp leaving you. You truly meant to come in here and cockwarm him until he was done working but now you need him to fuck you—or to ride him, whichever works. "You…are the one distraction I can't deny even if I want to."
"Zayne, please…" you lean up and look at him, grinding down into his lap. Your desire for him is just as undeniable, driving your very need to be cradled into his lap as close as you two can get. He slides both hands beneath you at the cleft of your thighs and ass to support your weight.
"It's yours, my love. Take it," he has the slightest smirk on his face and you place your hands on his chest for leverage, lifting up and grinding down with his guidance. A choral groan from both of you, you take an extra moment before beginning a steady bounce against him, lifting your hips and coming down in swift motions that elicit fervent medleys from you, your nails leaving crescent shapes in his skin.
Zayne is big and you love taking every inch of him. He fills you in just the way you like, angles his hips in the right way to leave you a babbling mess when he's on top. You know this is where he likes you, however, bouncing in his lap, moaning his name, thighs trembling around him as you squeeze around his throbbing cock and try not to come too quickly. Your orgasm is threatening you now, another bounce and you're out of rhythm as your body trembles, pleasure humming through your veins and escaping you in lilting moans.
"Zayne!" You call out his name as he groans, guiding you back into the steady cadence of your hips meeting, hazel eyes ravenous, locked onto your face with parted lips and gasping breaths.
"I've got you," he watches you with the same awestruck gaze, his fingers digging into your skin as he guides you down onto his cock with unrelenting pressure against your spot. The sound of your hips meeting, your labored breathing and shared moans fill the space around you and you're entranced by it, giving into the melody of sensual ambience dragging you towards another orgasm. "Again."
"Please," you feel one of his hands leave you, only for him to slide his fingers through the mess you're making to rub firmly over your clit. A sharp gasp leaves you, hips adjusting pace to chase his movements.
"Good girl. Don't hold back," he rolls your clit faster and you whine, your head tossed back in pleasure. Your hips bounce out of stride again and Zayne groans when you come around him. You throb and squeeze around him and he's helpless to falling over the edge with you, hips meeting yours roughly and teeth against your bared shoulder. You moan against his temple, holding him close as he fills you up, spilling back out with each filthy grind into you.
"Fuck…" you whimper and he wraps his arms around you, holding you close with sloppy kisses against your collarbone and neck, still rocking his hips up into you. You slump against him, boneless in his grip and responding in kind to his affection. His lips meld with yours and you return his kiss, slow and indulgent.
Zayne peppers kisses along your face and you're warm and giddy, gently playing with the longer hairs at the base of his skull.
"Working on vacation is a sin anyway," you laugh when he smirks.
Remember when joining fandom as a younger person meant lurking for a bit and figuring out the vibe and etiquette instead of coming in on day one and calling people weirdos for liking weirdo shit in the weirdo factory.
Do you ever get really thankful for all the books you’ve read? For all the worlds and stories and characters that have become a part of you? That there’s just this space of nostalgia inside you where you remember plots and twists, love stories and deaths, journeys you’ve taken between the spaces of a page and it just makes your heart swell. It’s part of why I love reading. You always get to carry pieces of those stories with you.
Here is my spring gift for the lovely @ladydanitar 💕 I hope you like it!! I was inspired by them meeting again in the future thanks to a little hummingbird and this song right here!
🫶 love your fics so much hope you’re enjoying Spring so far!!
