Ღ summary: a short office rendezvous with your favorite doctor.
Ღ rating: explicit 🔞🍋|| MDNI
Ღ pairing: zayne x reader
Ღ tags: afab!reader, established relationship, vaginal fingering, (little) exhibitionism, praise, come eating, watersports if you squint (squirting)
Ღ a/n: just a classic "i visited my doctor boyfriend in his office and he decided to take matters into his own hands" mini thingy. i actually posted this to twitter and never cross-posted to ao3 :o until today that is...so now i'll also post it here.
reader has no physical characteristics (hair texture, eye color, skin tone) described in this fic 🥰
also!!!: hi to everyone who has followed! („• ֊ •„)੭ thank you for following, reading, rebageling, and liking my indulgent babbling 🥺‹𝟹 i appreciate you being here.
“Did you want my colleagues to hear you?” Zayne’s stern voice against your ear is going to be the end of you.
His fingers are soaked between your legs, sliding between your folds, teasing your clit in firm circles, curling in to press where you want him. In his lap, legs spread, heeled feet utilizing his desk for leverage you were quite the scene, should someone walk in. Your dress is pooled around your waist and the obscene sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of you are the only other noises—less your just-slightly-too-loud moans.
“N-o…” you barely get out, a pitiful whimper.
His arm wraps around you tight and your eyes zone out when he begins a steady and sure rhythm, persistent and playing your body like a well tuned instrument. You’re trying your hardest to stifle your moans, biting your bottom lip, grasping at his hand around you to move it to your mouth.
“Be good for me. Shh…” his breath is warm against your ear, a shudder down your spine as he continues. “You’re so excited, my love. How bold of you to come to my office without any panties on.”
He shushes you when you whine softly, adjusting his hold on you until his other hand is free to play with your clit, an added layer of sensation to the precise glide of his fingers inside of you. Your mouth falls open and he brushes his lips along the shell of your ear.
“Shhh…breathe through it.”
He takes a deep breath that you fumble through following, soft sounds of pleasure as he builds you toward your orgasm. You know well enough what you need to do to achieve it. Your body trembles with the knowledge of it and he grunts softly, coaxing your body to come to its peak.
“I can feel you. Remember your manners or this will end quickly for you.”
“May I?” You no longer have it in you to be the brat you intended when your first arrived, your body too close, your legs too tense. “Please, Zayne…”
“Let it go for me.”
Your body gives in immediately, legs shaking and eyes rolling as your body arches off his chest. You feel his lips on yours as you cry out, silencing your cry into his mouth as he urges you through. Your hands are grasping anywhere you can reach him as you feel yourself coming all over his hands, making a mess and earning a low groan from him. “Good girl. Make a mess for me.”
You clench around his fingers at his coaxing, whimper when he presses too precisely over your increasingly sensitive clit and breathe harshly against his lips, mumbling his name.
“What a pretty picture you make…” His fingers slow to a stop, sliding from you and pressing against your lips. “Clean yourself up.”
Zayne knows how to take control, is masterful at it, but you know just how to take it back. You take his fingers into your mouth and lick them clean, keeping eye contact with him as he rolls his hips up, hard cock against your lower back.
Ღ tags: afab!reader, established relationship, evol with benefits, edging, fingering
Ღ a/n: posted to ao3 around the Master of Fate re-run because mof!zayne is love. (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾ i'm so down bad for him omg...ahem, anyways. short and spicy, enjoy!
reader has no physical characteristics (hair texture, eye color, skin tone) described in this fic 🥰
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“I taught you better than that, didn’t I?” There’s a hint of scolding in the bass of his voice as it vibrates against your back, the warmth of his breath against your ear causing your eyes to drift closed. Never did you think you would make these pitiful sounds escaping you in soft pleas, but how can you help it? “Would you like me to stop?”
“No!” Your breath rushes out of you, whimpering and pathetic as his finger deftly slides over your clit, rolling it beneath the taunting digit and drawing a sharp breath from you.
“You would do well to behave and follow my instructions then.” You’d do anything he said, hopelessly devoted to the Master of Fate. That’s how you find yourself in his lap, legs open, back to his chest and falling apart as he brings you so close to the edge only to stop when you disobey his command. “You’re not focused.”
The cool tingle of his power vibrates against your sensitive flesh and you gasp, tension stiffening your back and legs as your hips can’t decide whether to push towards or away from him. A strong hand presses against your belly, anchoring you to him and giving you less option to move either way.
“Focus.” His voice rumbles by your ear, vibration of his power intensifying and drawing a lewd moan from you. Pleasure beats through your hips, your thighs, cool sensation layering. It’s borderline torture as each fruitless arch of your hips only makes you more aware of his stiff cock behind you. “Deep breath.”
You want to tell him to fuck himself but to his point, you’re too breathless to do so. He mimics the breath he wants you to take - inhale, exhale, kiss to the back of your neck. Inhale. Exhale. Kiss to the soft curve of your jaw. The frustration of him luring you so close to your orgasm each time only to snatch it away is evil, but you’re falling right back into the lull of him guiding you into focusing solely on him. Gentle whispers making you lose your focus on the pleasure blooming through your body, making your heart race as he praises you for giving into him.
“You’re doing so well…” He presses against you just enough to relieve the pressure from you nestled against his straining cock. “Always so good for me…”
You turn your face into his neck to muffle the moan that leaves you when his cool fingers slide into you, achingly slow and breaking your resolve all over again. Your vision spots as the slightest curl of his fingers sends you crashing over the edge. The thrum of his power at his fingertips mercilessly continues as you vibrate around his fingers, gripping around them. His low moan is nearly drowned out by the breathless pleas of his name on your lips, his arm around your waist holding you tightly against him.
“Zayne…” You grasp his wrist gently and the sensation of his power ceases, however his fingers remain inside of you letting you know things are far from over.
“It would seem you need more training.” Zayne’s eyes catch yours as you lazily look up to him, breaths heavy as he leans down to brush his lips against your forehead. “Again."
Ღ tags: warm and fuzzy feelings, established relationship, gn!reader
Ღ a/n: originally posted on ao3, posting here as part of archiving my own works in a format i like. i write cuddly zayne fics when i miss him. reader has no physical description.
When he comes home from work, you can see the weariness in his eyes and the slump to his shoulders. He wants to join you, says so without words as his eyes linger on you when he goes to the adjoining shower—stuck to his routine even through exhaustion.
Zayne is consistent.
He joins you—body beneath the covers, insisting you don’t move from your spot in the center of the bed. He makes room for himself laying between your legs, buries his face against your chest as his body presses against yours.
“Read to me,” his voice is sleep addled, barely making words. He’ll be sleep before you finish the page. Your arms are around his shoulders, resting the book gently against him as he adjusts a few times, content to lie across you, his arms around you as best he can.
Zayne is demanding.
Your voice fills the quietness of the room as you read the page of the book. The moment he goes boneless in your arms, hazel eyes closing in exhaustion, a smile stretches your lips. Your heart melts at the sight of him, soft gaze at your big dear snowman dozing off. His hold around you loosens slightly and he nuzzles you, attempting to burrow into your warmth.
Zayne is adorable.
You turn the page to continue reading, though your words are quieter. Your fingers card lightly through his still damp hair, brushing the strands away from his handsome face. His breaths are deep, warming your shirt. Some nights are like this, him so filled with exhaustion you barely get words from him after work and you filled with warmth as he always melts into your arms. It never fails to lift your spirits to see him relax when he’s with you.
“What do you mean ‘he left’?” Half asleep, curled against his chest, you look up at Zayne with confusion. Just gone? Not the response to the groggy question you mumble as you wake.
“He was on his phone for a few moments, and then mentioned returning later.” Zayne stops reading the medical report in his hand as you shoot up from his chest, hands haphazardly searching for your phone somewhere between the cushions.
“Did he say where he was going? How long?”
“Does he ever?” Zayne’s hand gently soothes along your waist, adding pressure to bring you back down to his chest. “He’ll return.”
“...He’d better.” You give into his coaxing and lay back down, thoughts on Sylus’ whereabouts shoving sleep aside. “Do you think he needs my help?”
“I’m certain he can handle himself, my love.” Zayne chuckles at your hyper-vigilance, squeezing your waist. “You needn't worry. Rest.”
“I can’t now…” You draw patterns across his chest, nuzzling against his warmth. It's pointless to be so worried about the Onychinus leader, his name alone enough to ward off most problems before they start. Only the truly deranged dare to engage him in a fight and you’ve never seen him lose.
Big bad Onychinus leader is always ten steps ahead.
He’ll come back in one piece.
He’s fine.
…Wait.
“Why didn’t he wake me up?” The question is rhetorical, borne from self-soothing your anxious mind to believe he is indeed fine, but Zayne responds anyway.
“You were sleeping soundly. It would be a shame to wake you.”
“…You told him not to, huh?” You look up at him, suspicious as he clears his throat, his eyes focused on his report with feigned interest.
“Perhaps.” A smile lifts the corner of his mouth and you gently hit his chest with a laugh.
“I can't believe he agreed.” You start to relax, anxiety driven away with ease in his presence. He never fails to bring you back down with his calm demeanor and penchant for finding just the right thing to say or do to make all worry disappear. “He didn’t get his good luck kisses before he left.”
Zayne tenses just slightly and it’s peculiar enough to make you sit up to properly, look at his face. The report lowers against your leg as his eyes evade yours. The crest of his cheeks take on an endearing shade of pink, color fading to red the longer you set your curious gaze on him.
“He got them from you!” A wide grin spreads across your face when an indignant huff leaves him, still avoiding eye contact. You gently poke his cheek, eyes sparkling as he drops the paper to grab your hand, gaze finally on you.
“He wouldn’t agree to not wake you without...compromise.” Zayne provides an explanation and your eyebrows shoot up, incredulous.
“Good luck kisses in exchange for my peaceful slumber?” Laughter bubbles up when the grip of his hands tighten slightly.
“You’re teasing me.” The pouty cadence to his accusation makes you cup his face, cuteness aggression rising by the moment.
“Sylus’ negotiation skills are second to none. I don't blame you.”
“We have differing viewpoints of what a 'negotiation' entails. It was closer to an ultimatum.”
“He’s charming.” Sylus does have a way of making his side appear 'right', even when it's questionable at best.
“He’s a fiend...” Zayne counters again and you kiss his cheeks, warmth against your lips as you giggle. “Greedy.”
“They're good luck kisses. One isn’t enough.” He stares at you a moment, something like recognition in his eyes as he smirks. “What?”
“One isn’t enough.” Zayne releases your hand to cup your chin, gently guides your face until your lips brush with his. “Are we all this insatiable?”
The answer is simple—a kiss on the lips, soft moans between you as it manifests in eager hands and dancing tongues. It's never enough. Each kiss goodbye holds a different meaning, an unspoken plea for the other where words are a fading candle to the flame inside you. Inside them.
Good luck. Come home. Be safe. Hurry back.
I love you.
Distantly, the door to your home opens, pulling the two of you from your reverie. You don't need to look to know it's Sylus, easing his way inside, quiet despite his large stature. Zayne's eyes cutting to the doorway is also a good indicator.
“Someone is back sooner than anticipated.” Zayne remarks as your fingers glide up against the column of his neck, nails causing a shiver to run through him. He is used to Sylus by now, but is almost as ornery when your time together is interrupted.
“It seems luck was on my side…” Warmth is at your back, comforting as it envelopes you followed by the scent of his cologne—deep, woody, the barest hint of citrus. “Where did I get that from?”
His voice rumbles by your ear, lips pressing against your exposed skin as you bare more of your neck to him. You let loose a giggle as a renewed flush adorns Zayne's skin, heat tinging his ears as he gazes at the Onychinus leader, incensed earth and playful fire.
"Your luck runs thin."
"How fortunate our good luck charm is within reach." Sylus' lips are warm against your jaw, your cheek. His hand brushes beneath your chin and it's second nature to tilt your head up, sighing softly as a chaste kiss presses against your lips. "My odds can only improve from here, isn't that right sweetie?"
