#nya's rambles

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zayne dry humping you when you're ovulating. cw. MDNI! explicit content

"ngh just the tip zayneee."

"no."

you whine, thighs quivering in need. still, his thrusts don't stop. his cock glides over your slippery folds, teasing your throbbing clit

"one of us has to stay sane to avoid the consequences." he retorts, rubbing his tip to your sopping entrance but never quite slipping in.

"asshole." you groan in frustration. he lets out a small laugh.

"forgive me." his lips find your nipple, closing around it in apology. the moan you let out is borderline pornographic, earning you a deep suckle and a hum of approval from him. your back arches, grinding involuntarily against his insanely thick cock.

"how is this fair?" you yank him up by his hair. he lets go of your nipple with a soft whimper.

"i wish it were, darling." he tilts his head to kiss the inside of your wrist, making you ease your grip. "but you do keep pulling every condom off me."

you bite the inside of your cheek. "...true."

he angles his cock to nestle between your syrupy lips, hips moving again to rub deliciously against your clit. your cunt pathetically pulses around emptiness, oozing out sweet honey.

"you'll give it to me next week." you demand.

"understood." he murmurs, tongue sticking out to circle your nipple before pulling it back in his mouth.

"raw."

"...raw." he repeats, ears turning red. the words vibrate around your nub.

"and you'll come inside me." another drag of his cock between your folds.

his teeth scrape over your nipple. "i won't leave you wanting."

"you promise?"

"i promise."

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zayne introducing you as his wife (based on this ask)

"my wife gifted me this watch for our monthly anniversary." "greyson, would you like to have this flavoured tea? my wife prefers coffee." "i'll discuss it with my wife and let you know."

the entire hospital knew one thing by now: dr zayne had a wife who was responsible for half his vocabulary. but who?

at the rest station, someone finally blurts the question out.

zayne simply gestures to you and that alone invites exaggerated gasps. more so upon learning that you were a nephrology specialist. did no one know you were married...?

"were you even friends before?" greyson addresses the matter like he's witnessing a medical anomaly. oh so it's worse.

...which is insulting because you literally arrived together this morning and routinely shared lunch. how obvious could you make it?

"perhaps we should hold hands more often." he solemnly suggests.

"not obvious enough." you scoff. "we should kiss more often."

his ears turn pink. "i'm afraid i wouldn't be able to let you go if we did." zayne offers you a shy yet mischievous smile.

"then we should practice at home." you smirk, taking his hand in yours as you finally arrive at your car.

"after you, my wife." his cheeks are already tomato red.

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Zayne is fussy. cw. MDNI! unprotected sex (p in v)

Your husband looks cool on the surface, yes. but inside, he’s in a whirlpool of countless thoughts just pulling him deeper. And that won’t do.

“my love, did you take your multivitamin—” before he can complete the sentence, you make a sprint towards him and place a gentle kiss on his lips.

he’s startled. And then melts into a puddle of goo as he giggles softly. He brushes his nose against yours and places a kiss on the cool tip of it.

he doesn’t think much of it until he finally catches on when you keep interrupting him with kisses.

“don’t forget to—” kiss. “I’m serious here, y—” kiss kiss. He admits defeat with a sigh and pink ears.

“have you eaten yo—” kiss. “I understand what you’re attempting here but—” wet kiss. And then two more.

——

“mmh—” your head falls on his shoulder as his lips find your temple to stifle a moan. His cock splits you open as you bounce on it. He’s putty under you.

His palm runs over your back, settling at the back of your neck, cradling your head while you take him to the hilt.

Gravity forces his tip to kiss your cervix each time his cock is pummeled into you. his brows furrow, another thought bubbling. you were hell-bent on fucking each one out.

“you sho—” you pull back to kiss him messy now, before he finishes his thought—drinking up his words. “nghh i—” his jaw clenches.

“hush, my sweet.” you murmur. His hands slide low, gripping your hips as he swallows back sounds that erupt as deep grunts. How could he be quiet when your pussy has him in such a deliciously syrupy grip.

His finger finds your clit, pinching it once. “hah—! s’deep nghh—” your head lolls back, eyes fluttering shut. But he doesn’t let you. he grips your chin, pulling you into a greedy kiss. Spit and tongue and teeth.

His hips move below you, plowing into you deeper and deeper and deeper—

“m’cu—cumming! Your voice cracks. One more thrust, one more kiss to your womb and he’s finishing in you.

You pull his face closer, calming your breath as you come down from your high—nose to nose.

He lets out a breathy chuckle.  

“If the punishment feels this good, my love, I’m doomed to repeat the crime.”

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zayne fucking you under the mistletoe cw. MDNI! explicit content

"historically, the mistletoe was used in medicine for high blood pressure and is known to improve cardiovascular health."

is what he'd said as he put it up himself. Had he known it would lead to nearly every man and woman at the dinner party lining up to peck his wife beneath it, he would have gladly kept both the fact and the plant to himself.

And now, zayne is very determined to fix his mistake.

you sigh as you step out of the shower, a towel wrapped securely around you. "'Would you like to take a bath?" you add, moving closer to the bed. "i'll run one for you."

“I'm quite alright, my love." he murmurs. He steps forward, fingers closing around your hand. "Come here" He guides you two steps ahead and then pauses.

"oh dear," he says, feigning surprise. "look, we're under the mistletoe."

Mistletoe? In the bedroom—? You glance up. And indeed, it hangs overhead. you can't stop the small huff of laughter that escapes you. "seriously? i didn't think you were this petty, zayne."

"regardless. traditions must be followed." he counters. you don't stall. your lips meet his into a kiss. only... it doesn't stop there.

---

"hngh—you feel incre—" he can't complete his sentence. you're already pulling him into another messy kiss as his thick cock pistons into you.

your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging them—making his pace stutter and cock jump inside you. "y-yes—fuck. deeper..." your eyes flutter shut.

his hips shift, angling you better. "lift your legs." he murmurs. you do. "now cross them."

your ankle crosses over the other, making your thighs press together. zayne pulls out. and when he pushes back into you, you ascend to the heavens for a moment. the delicious friction has you aware of every inch of your walls he's stretching.

You're squeezing him so tightly you could almost count the veins on his dick.

he groans above you, resuming his pace. deep and hard. punching sharp moans out of your lungs.

"o-ohmygod, zayne" your thighs press tighter.

"is—hah!—that better?" his own eyes flutter shut as your pussy wraps around him so perfectly warm, wet n snug.

"yes! holy shit sofuckinperfeeect!" you're teetering so close to that end... and almost like he can read your violently pulsing pussy mind, his fingers find your clit, rubbing gentle circles, but that's more than enough to have you absolutely tossed over the edge.

your back arches, and you nearly pass out from how hard you cum. the only thing you feel is his warm cum filling you soon after.

he's all flushed by the time you're down from the high. "was that also tradition?" you tease. he looks away, a small pout on his face—yet unmistakably and blissfully fucked out.

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Zayne introducing you as his "girlfriend".

It happens in his territory — the hospital cafeteria, or maybe a medical seminar where colleagues spot him sitting with someone. Zayne being Zayne, people would def notice the plus one with him.

Someone makes a comment “Dr Zayne, didn’t know you’d bring someone with you.”

He’d be very calm about it, yet the tips of his ears would turn red. you'd probably stand next to him, too amused observing. Zayne just says, “This is my girlfriend,” the way someone might state a universal law.

To whiiich, people would blink twice or even huff out surprised laughs. Still, his eyes would find yours, and soften.

Zayne is the type of boyfriend to mention you, even during the times you're not by his side. you slip into his conversations. Like a passing remark of “a recommendation from a certain someone”.

And even though he might not name you outright, the smile and the faint tint on his cheeks would be telling.  

Word would spread “like an infection”—as he’d like to call it— because of two things:

Dr Zayne has a girlfriend and Dr Zayne has a girlfriend.

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[spacekittiesmeow]

cooking with zayne

zayne learns new recipes for you and practices them to perfection when he’s home alone.

he's the type to sneak in veggies you don't like.

went as far as to make spinach chocolate cupcakes once. you didn’t suspect a thing. he watched you lick your fingers clean with a small victory smirk. Cleaned all “evidence” off the kitchen counter like a criminal leaving no trace.

you handle the cleaning. If you want the salt jar stored beside the noodle packets because “they’re the same color and it’s easier to remember,” he’ll do it. Will pause, maybe his jaw will flex, but he’ll do it.

Maybe one night, you're cleaning the counter after dinner n he’s stirring some “late-night dessert”.

He might try sneaking in an extra tablespoon of sugar. you catch him instantly “I saw that.” He’ll jump out of his skin. Will yield with “…I’ll add more flour.”

Sometimes, a waft of spice or tang makes you stop mid-task. you’ll drift to his side, silently watching him cook. he'll lift a spoonful, blow, and hold it in front of your lips. you taste, nod and he straightens slightly. Quietly proud.

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[spacekittiesmeow]

I'm feeling so fluffy for zayne god i really want to take that man and marry tf outta him.

[spacekittiesmeow]

it's time to take a break. i shud be back by July...

the last part of For Science is in queue and will be posted by next week!