#zaynetember

[silkmoon777]

zayne and mc

Started out as statues for practice. Then I remembered who’s birthday is just around the corner… Isn’t exactly finished but f it we ball

[miss-hunt3r]

☺️

[halolouhh]

happy birthday snowhusbandd~☃️ 👩‍❤️‍👨 here's to more birthdays with you 😽💖

[sylusslittlekitten]

LADS THIRST TWEETS - ZAYNE EDITION ⛄️🔞

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Presented by Luke and Kieran

Luke: [grinning] Welcome back to Thirst Tweets, where your favourite Love and Deepspace characters read the filthiest, most unhinged things you people say about them. From the internet. (Yes. We made these. Chill)

Kieran: [flat] Translation: you’re all horny on main, and apparently our pain is your entertainment.

Luke: Except for the…

Kieran: EMOTIONAL DAMAGE!

Luke: [leaning in, cackling] Yeah, that. But today’s lucky victim?

Kieran: [deadpan, ticking off his fingers] Doctor. Surgeon. God. Researcher. Marathon runner. Secret surfer. Horny menace.

Luke: [smirks] This snowman is ice cold, but somehow, still manages to melt panties.

Luke and Kieran: Dr. Zayne.

Zayne: [adjusting glasses, voice low] …I already regret agreeing to this.

Luke and Kieran: [Grins] Perfect

💬 Tweet 1

“zayne doesn’t fuck, he takes notes. adjusting angles until you’re sobbing his name. i’ll volunteer for this medical research.”

Zayne: [dry] That’s… not inaccurate. Research requires precision.

Luke: [wheezing] Precision?! You make sex sound like lab work.

Kieran: [side-eye] It is lab work. You just happen to be the specimen.

💬 Tweet 2

“ever notice how his voice drops when he’s annoyed? yeah. i’d fake mistakes just to hear it.”

Luke: [laughing] Down bad with a death wish. Classic combo.

Kieran: [serious] Faking mistakes around him is how people go missing.

Zayne: [narrowing his eyes] …You want me irritated? That can be arranged.

Kieran: [smirks, low] I accidentally ordered carrot macarons…

Zayne: [stands slowly]

💬 Tweet 3

“zayne doesn’t dirty talk. he just mutters ‘behave’ every time you squirm. like sir, i am behaving. badly.”

Zayne: [murmurs quietly, mic picks it up] Behave

Luke: [loses it] OH MY GOD. Replay that. Somebody loop that.

Kieran: [deadpan] Adding that to my “Soundtrack for the Soul” playlist.

💬 Tweet 4

“he’d finger you with his gloves still on. slow. deliberate. and you’d thank him for every knuckle.”

Zayne: [snaps surgical glove, calm as hell] …And?

Kieran: [Falls out of chair] No hesitation?! You didn’t even deny it!

Luke: [mutters] Gloves were a mistake. Should’ve given him mittens.

💬 Tweet 5

“zayne got drunk once and whined ‘don’t’ when teased. imagine him drunk on your taste, whining ‘don’t’ while you’re trying to squirm away from his tongue.”

Zayne: [visibly mortified, mutters] …That never happened.

Luke: [cackling] Oh it happened. We have the receipts.

💬 Tweet 6

“‘keep still’ from zayne isn’t a suggestion. it’s a sentence. murmured low against your throat as he freezes your wrists to the headboard.”

Zayne: [smiles] …Compliance is expected.

Kieran: [wheezes] That wasn’t even denial. That was a warning.

Luke: [snorts] File this under “phrases that haunt my dreams.” Along with…

Sylus: [voice coming from the other room] Don’t you dare say it!

Kieran: [whispers] daddy

Sylus: [still in the other room] I heard that!

Kieran: [smug] *air kiss*

💬 Tweet 7

“he’s the type to edge you for hours, then whisper ‘again’ like it’s a clinical trial you’ll fail spectacularly.”

Zayne: [blinks once, calm] Multiple iterations ensure consistency of results.

Luke: [shrieking] BRO… YOU’RE A MENACE. Respect.

💬 Tweet 8

“went in for back pain. came out with zayne prescribing me backshots. 5 out of 5 stars. 100% would recommend.”

Zayne: [pinching the bridge of his nose] …This is medical malpractice.

Kieran: [grinning] That 5-star Yelp review though.

Luke: [deadpan] “Side effects may include screaming, shaking, and loss of composure. Slippery when wet.”

💬 Tweet 9

“zayne absolutely owns the kama sutra. annotated. highlighted. colour tabbed. probably with citations.”

Zayne: [adjusting glasses] If you’re going to study something… study thoroughly.

Luke: [serious] And people wonder why his bookcase locks.

💬 Tweet 10

“when astra returns, they’ll find “get fucked” scrawled on every wall in the tower of thorns. in zayne’s cum.”

Zayne: [silence to the point its uncomfortable] *stares at the card*

Zayne: [finally] …You are all unwell.

Luke: [cry-laughing] Nah, they’re just creative.

Zayne: [still staring] Book an appointment with me. And get a black light immediately.

Kieran: [deadpan, on the phone] Yes, Akso Hospital? I’m under Doctor’s orders to book an appointment.

Luke: HA… Under!

Zayne: [rubs his temple] I need new colleagues.

Luke: [grinning] And that’s a wrap on Thirst Tweets: Zayne edition. Reputation? Frostbitten.

Kieran: [flat] Not with that Yelp review. “Five stars, would get edged again.”

Luke: [cackling] Composure? Frozen solid. Which is somehow worse.

Zayne: [calm, dangerous] Whoever wrote tweet five… I know your username. Don’t lock your door tonight.

Luke: [snorts] See? He’s not denying, he’s scheduling house visits.

Kieran: [slides a box of liqueur chocolates onto the table] I’ll just leave these here… for science.

Zayne: Side effects may include regret.

Luke: [leaning in, grin wicked] And speaking of regret… the next victim’s already queued up. Pretty, smug…

Voice from another room: [offended] … Excuse me? Try flawless.

Kieran: [deadpan] Start manifesting, lab rats.

Luke: [winks] Stay thirsty. Stay hydrated.

Zayne: [adjusting glasses, calm] And always read the label.

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[wrttnstrsss]

Zayne comforting you

Life is hard. Sometimes, bad days when no self regulation is enough may happen. And he notices.

And he won't let you carry the world's weight by yourself.

A loud crash followed by quick and heavy steps broke the peaceful silence of the house as you almost stormed through the door, making Zayne flinch and get up quickly to check on you. Looking at the clock, it was a little past the hour you often got back home, at least in normal days, yet you haven't sent him any worrying message the past hours either. Stopping out of the spare room, he could only hear you sobbing as silently as you could, yet he wasn't deaf and no other sound was there to hide yours. For a moment his hand rested in the door knob, but hesitated.

There is a better way to do it.

Long strides got him quickly to the kitchen, as he was right now a man with a mission; the stove's fire lit up with a teapot on top, a small tray with divisions got filled with different types of fruits, candies and biscuits, while skillful hands worked on the cooking of a nutritious soup, consommé. Soon the kitchen got filled in the delicious aroma of love and beef broth, both his emotions and the meat getting even more tender minute by minute. Maybe he wasn't a man of many words, but every part molecule of the meal contained all the phrases of love and comfort he could ever give.

I love you, my most cherished moments start with your voice and end past your embrace.

The teapot whistled in the right moment to get him out of his thoughts, his hands serving the tea in her preferred kitty mug and positioned strategically in the tray too, alongside the beef broth with meat, onion and cilantro you liked so much. Now it came the hard part, to actually get to you, someone who usually wouldn't lose her temper with any little thing, probably meaning that something hard enough happened. Even if he himself struggled with being open about his emotions and struggles, he wouldn't want you to deal with that kind of weight.

He even got a little surprised when he arrived to the door after his thoughts occupied most of his mind, sensing a slight rising in his heartbeat when his fingers curled on the doorknob. Some small breathing exercises were needed, he thought to himself, how could you trust him if he lost his temper too? Soon he just opened the door, your head immediately hiding in a pillow.

"If hiding your issues was a competition, I'm afraid to tell you that you're losing."

Your head immediately turned to him, a slight annoyance behind those teary eyes, soon turning into a smile. Somehow his comments always made you smile, still a mystery to him. The tray was left in the nightstand, as he sat right by your side.

"But you don't need to hide anything from me. If this problem is hard enough to make you cry, then we'll find a way to solve it."

His arms opened up to you, who immediately snuggled into his embrace and trembled in silent sobs until finding peace in his heartbeats. Restless hands moved around you, one in your head, one in your back, just caressing and consoling you, his face nuzzling in your hair, your face nuzzling into his shoulder. Tears dried, both of your bodies ended up curled in the spare room's bed, just cuddling in silence, as Zayne gave you the tea with the utmost care, your favorite treats and the consommé that reminded you of home right on your mouth, a smile on his face and a tenderly warm feeling on his chest when your smile and aloof manners returned, spending a good amount of time just observing you eat and drink.

"Take your time. If it isn't an emergency, it can be solved with time and thinking. With me, you have both."

When your chest and stomach were finally full and your smile stayed on your face, he suggested a walk in the block, your hands together as your steps started to match the pace. Intertwined hands never left each other, as he analyzed over and over your mood. After a while it seemed better, so he finally picked a bench to ask you about it. Sadness turned into annoyance, which turned into a long talk that cleared up your mind about the right solution, with the help of his logical thinking skills, of course.

Then you remembered.

You're not alone anymore. Zayne is here for you. Zayne will carry the weight with you.

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Will be posted on AO3 too!! Probably tomorrow, I'm sleepy rn...

The scenario doesn't specify the problem bc I wanted to be applied to anything that can make you cry or lose your temper!

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[itzpookiepooh]

Birthday Chill

It’s Zayne’s Birthday

The day was finally here. One of your favorite times of the year.

Zayne’s birthday.

You’ve been planning this for months. Everything needed to be perfect for today. You were running around like a chicken with its head cut off while also trying not to rise suspicion from Zayne. It was an exhausting task to say the least.

He was upstairs sleeping and you had but so long until he came to find you. Your body heat would be gone before you even had the chance to wake up fully. You set up the cabin perfectly and you were quite proud if you did say so yourself.

You tip toed upstairs to see him still sleeping. You said a quiet thank you before creeping closer. You crawl onto the bed before sitting on his back and fully laying on him. He shifts slightly with a small hum before cracking a smile.

“Good morning, is there a reason you’re using me as a mattress?” He asked his voice filled with the after effects of sleep.

“Happy birthday.” You replied with a kiss on his cheek. He chuckled tiredly before pulling you down on the bed to hug you.

“Thank you, my love.” He replied returning your kiss.

After a much needed cuddle session you got the snowman up and ready for breakfast. He trudged through the kitchen to see the set up of balloons and confetti. He smiled with a small shake of his head.

You both enjoyed breakfast with each other. You talked about any and everything. Zayne enjoyed spending time with you just talking about things that weren’t important. It was like his personal coffee in the morning.

You asked him what he wanted to do today and he responded with ‘I just want to spend time with you.’ It was only right you granted his wish so, you spent the day enjoying each other’s company. You danced in the living room in your pajamas, made hot cocoa, watched movies and went out to lunch later on.

When you both returned you saw the snow had stopped, making you smile wide. It was beautiful as it glistened in the sunset colored lights outside. Zayne joined you in watched how beautiful and untouched the snow was.

“Come on!” You tugged him by his arm towards the closet. His confusion was evident. “What for?”

You tell him no further details as you throw his clothes on him and drag him outside. His eyes glisten with adoration as he looks at the snow from the porch. You stared back at him with love in your eyes. You pull him into the snow where you both make snow angels.

“Nice and cold.” You sigh in relief as he watches you lovingly. “It’s so perfect I could eat it.” You announced as you picked some up.

“Maybe not.” Zayne said taking the ball of snow from you making you pout. “I’d hate for you to get sick on our vacation.”

“I won’t.” You argued back, sitting up on your elbows. Zayne chuckled softly before handing it back.

“Fine. I’ll let you do as you please just this once.” He said with a chaste kiss to your temple. You take a bite and hum as it melts on your tongue.

You hold it up to him for him to get a bite. He satisfies your expectations and consumes some with a quiet hum. You smiled at him before finishing the ball of ice. You both lay back in the snow and look up at the sky flooded with stars.

“This is nice.” You complimented the night sky. Zayne hums in agreement.

“I agree. You can’t see the stars at home with the light pollution either.” He added softly making you nod.

You lifted up and lean on his chest. He looks at you waiting to see what you say. You kissed him a couple of times before getting up and leaving him in the snow. He sat up confused. Was it something he did? Didn’t do?

When he looked up again you came out with his birthday cake. His smile grew larger as you brought it closer. You crouch next to him holding it at his eye level. He chuckled his head dropping as his body shook with laughter. Your eyes never left his because you were confused why he was laughing.

“What?” You asked with a laugh of your own. He stopped before sighing and looking at you.

“You’ve done so much for me. You just being here with me has made this birthday special.” He said softly as he leaned on your shoulder looking at his cake.

It was beautiful he couldn’t lie. There was a snow globe with two ice people inside along with the forest in the background. All of this on top of a cake that looks like an iced over lake. It was made with so much love and he knew that and it made his heart feel so full.

“Make a wish.” You whispered before looking up at the shooting star. He closes his eyes and blows out his candles.

“What did you wish for?” You asked making him laugh. He stared at you before pursing his lips.

“I already got my wish. I hope it comes true every year I spend with you.” He whispered before leaning in and planting his lips on yours.

You both shared a kiss so passionate that the sky above approved. The snow began to fall over you once more as you peck his lips once…three times. You smile and he returned it before kissing you one last time. You brush away the snow accumulating in his hair.

“Happy birthday Zayne.” You whispered into the night as the snow comes down harder.

You both look up as it falls from the sky. This was the most perfect birthday Zayne could ever ask for and if he could do this every year for the rest of his life?

He would.

Omg it’s my beloved’s birthday! I’m so excited I love it!

[lonelydew]

a night's rendezvous.

ft. fem!reader, zayne

synopsis: your fiancé had plans for you that you didn't see coming.

tags: nsfw (mdni), explicit sexual content, alternate universe, doctor!zayne, criminalologymajor!reader, lingerie, subspace (kinda), p in v sex, oral sex (m!receiving), unprotected sex, pwp | wc: 2.5k

also on ao3 .ᐟ

The bedroom door opens with a creak as your fiancé steps through, diverting your focus from the criminology text you had your nose stuffed in. You shuffle from the corner of the bed where you were, crawling towards the end of the bed.

You kneel at the edge of the bed and plop the text on the nightstand as Zayne saunters farther into the room and meets you there.

“Good evening, my love,” he greets softly. “You’re still up.”

“Good evening.” You smile, kissing him briefly. You reach for his dress shirt, beginning to unbutton it. “I was so caught up in the text. How was work?”

“Hectic, as usual… How was your first day at school?”

“It was okay. They did not wait to start teaching,” you grumble. “You’re exhausted. Let us shower together, then we'll go straight to bed.”

“Actually… I have a bit of energy left. He slowly lifts a delicate pink bag that you only just realised was in his hand.

“What is that?” Your eyes shift from the bag to his, and you see a glimpse of something swimming in his irises. It makes you even more curious.

“If you’d like, I’d like you to try it on. And don’t worry, I had it washed prior.” He is being so evasive right now, but you will know soon enough what it is, so you don’t push and simply nod. Regardless, you can’t help but be a little nervous, swallowing the lump that formed suddenly in your throat. “I’ll finish up here,” he says, gesturing to his shirt.

The air is intimate and intense, like how Zayne can be sometimes, and while it used to be hard to read him, you have been getting better, even if you can’t prove it at this moment.

“Okay.” You climb off the bed and pad to the bathroom without looking back.

Despite your slight impatience, you manage to close the door with a quiet click, after which you dig into the bag.

You pull out pieces of bubblegum pink clothing, fabric soft to the touch. You stare at them for a minute, wondering if it’s the underlying drowsiness making you confused.

You step in front of the full body mirror, throwing the pieces over the mirror’s sleek, wooden rim and holding up the largest piece before realising what it is.

Lingerie.

Your eyes almost jump out of their sockets.

Even after being together for one year and engaged for the last two months of it, your fiancé never ceases to surprise you.

Honestly, you are completely satisfied with your sex life. Zayne has managed to bring out that salacious side of you with his sexy words and even sexier actions.

You two were raunchy with what you made do with.

But you almost wish you had this idea first. Nonetheless, this might be the beginning of exploring new things in the bedroom. It's exciting.

And frankly, it’s not too late. You could try to find an even more revealing lingerie to surprise him with. You note that down in the back of your mind.

Without another thought, you shed your T-shirt and shorts for the lace.

And you look at yourself in the mirror, hand smoothing your body downwards.

It looks and feels like a perfect fit—it hugs your body comfortably. The mini dress wraps around your chest in a mesh. You turn your body, your back is free, and the dress stops just above the peak of your ass, doing nothing to hide your pink panties.

Your fiancé has taste.

Just how long has he been thinking of doing this?

You look delectable—you can't even deny it—and you can't wait for him to see you all laced up for him.

You almost rush through the bathroom door, but you spot the stockings you threw off the mirror, you grab them and hurriedly slide them on.

When you walk through the door, Zayne’s eyes immediately find you. They drag up and down your body, and he audibly breathes out.

“Come here.”

It’s your first time wearing and being seen wearing something so revealing and sexy. Unconsciously, you pace towards Zayne on your tippy toes, stepping in front of him.

He is just sitting on the bed, legs noticeably spread apart. His shirt is fully unbuttoned, still draped over his shoulders, and his muscular chest and stomach peek through.

Your prying eyes zone on a nipple, your fingers itching to touch.

“You’re too far,” he states, and it’s the only warning before he pulls you into him, hands on your waist, making you gasp. Your hands fall on his shoulders as you stare down at him. You see and feel him nuzzle his nose into your stomach, breathing in your scent.

He gazes up at you as he asks so gently, “How do you feel… wearing this?”

His eyes are dark green right now, glinting with lust and love. “I feel… sexy.”

“That's good… because you look sexy… Very sexy.” His voice makes you weak in the knees. You breathe in sharply.

“T-thank you,” you mumble.

Zayne chuckles at your bashfulness.

His hands trail down and around your body. You tremble as those palms reach your ass, stopping at the end of the lower slope. One of his fingers slides beneath your panties. He pulls at the seam, releasing it when it’s taut so it slaps back to your skin with a dull sound.

You whimper, soft and needy—needy for this man that disarms you with every move he makes.

He is amused at your state—always satisfied with your reactions—if by the way his lips lift slightly at the corner is any indication.

“Turn around for me.”

You do exactly that. His hands trail down your sides, and you feel tender kisses on your back. You’re having an out-of-body experience right now—the hands and lips of the man you adore on your body.

“You’re magnificent,” he whispers against your skin. You sigh, your fingers pulling on the material on your skin. You’re needy but so very content. He spins you around, the manhandling making you clench. “Is there anything you’d like to do right now?” You gulp, and greenish brown orbs follow the movements. “What did you just think of?”

You feel your cheeks heat up. “I… I was thinking of sucking you off.”

The surprise on his face is minuscule but evident, but he quickly recovers, saying, “Have at it, then.”

He sits back, hands reaching down to unbuckle his belt. You bend to your knees before he even gets the chance to order you to.

Your face contorts with anticipation as he unzips his slacks, pulling out his semi-hard cock.

He gazes at you, expectantly, but you tug on his pants, staring up at him with pleading eyes that he understands immediately.

“You’re greedy,” he reprimands with no bite before he raises his hips, shuffling down his pants and boxers, and you help him pull them down to his ankles. You shuffle closer to him, and that's when you hear him utter, “Remember. No hands.”

“Yes,” you breathe out, eager to have his dick on your tongue. You lean in, his musty scent infiltrating your senses. This time, you finally feel the wetness seeping out of you and staining your panties.

You both moan the moment your tongue touches his tip. You suck on his swollen tip for a bit—not teasing, simply preparing.

Eagerly, you take more of his length in your mouth, bobbing on his cock.

Your eyes flutter to his, and he twitches in your mouth. And you know the vulnerability in his eyes is the same as in yours. Even though he's here, cock in your mouth, you still want more, you can’t get enough.

He leans back, palms pressed into the bed, his eyes never breaking away from yours, heaving.

You’ve come such a far way, is what you think when you remember when Zayne—and you—used to be shy about your sexual endeavours together. Maintaining eye contact was particularly difficult, but Zayne uses it against you in the most wonderful way.

Even while he is drowning in pleasure from your mouth and tongue, he still manages to test you, to melt you and make you weak. You yelp, moaning when he grabs one of your tits, squeezing the plush mound between his fingers. It must have been his uncommon show of impatience when he pushes down the strap to free that breast and pinches your nipple. His cock in your mouth turns your desperate whimper into a desperate hum.

Despite all that, it wasn’t in retaliation when you let him hit the back of your throat. It was to see his jaw slacken and a breathy moan escape from his parted lips.

You love this—you love it so much.

You barely realise your hand moving to your cunt to rub two fingers along the wetness of your panties while you choke on Zayne’s cock. They dip between your folds and your panties, and you finally feel yourself and the severity of your slickness. Without fully releasing his cock from your mouth, you drag your wet and hot mouth to his tip before going back.

His moans are louder now and echoing as you repeat those motions at a tormenting pace. You stop for a bit, lowering yourself to suck on his full globes, his shaft set on your forehead.

“Hahhh, that’s—”

You take his length in your mouth again, and your eyes fall shut as you focus on pleasing your fiancé and yourself at the same time.

“You’re touching yourself.” Whining around his cock, you peer back up at him. “I think you’d like it better if it were my fingers or my cock. Don't you think?”

You pop off his cock, nodding. Zayne groans, helpless, when his eyes catch the string of saliva from the head of his cock to your lips. Perhaps, he also sees how his cock is glistening with your saliva.

Yearningly, you rest a cheek on his thigh, and his hand comes to caress your other ones; his thumb playing with your lower lip. Unable to resist, he leans down to merge his lips with yours. You whine against his mouth when his tongue slips past your lips and catches yours in a filthy dance.

He can probably taste himself on your tongue.

His kiss has rendered you senseless, and he knows it too, because when he retracts, he grins ever so slightly.

“So, what do you want? Just say the word. I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I want your cock… Please.”

“Anything.”

He stands to his feet, peeling off his shirt and stepping out of his fallen pants. You stare up at him in awe, too far gone in him and his beautifully firm body.

“On the bed, lie on your front.”

You scramble off your knees, slightly bumping into him as you pass him to get to the bed. Lying on the bed, you immediately crane your head to see Zayne from behind.

He’s already over you, hands creeping up from your ankles to your ass as he drapes himself over your body.

He leans down to place a warm kiss on the small of your back, and you tremble.

You feel the weight of his naked body press against your body as he whispers into your ear. “You’re so, so beautiful, my love.”

Keening, you blurt, “I love you.”

His chuckle reverberates through you. “I love you too.”

His wet and hot cock rests sticky between your asscheeks. It shifts when Zayne moves back to toy with your frilly skirt and then panties, like he’s trying to decide what he should do with them.

In the end, he decides to push it to the side, wasting no time to line up his cock with your entrance. Your skin buzzes with anticipation.

You wish you could see him entering, but you’ll have to make do with this position and just feel.

He eases himself inside leisurely, coaxing a throaty sob from your lips.

Zayne doesn't build up as he would usually do—he immediately ruts into you like a man possessed, finding and abusing that sensitive spot inside you almost instantly. The strength of his thrusts jolts you upwards on the bed, causing stutters in your wet moans. The bed moves, and croaks with his drivels, and the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin make you even wetter.

“Oh, Zayne.”

“My love.” His voice is strained, laden with pleasure and surrounded by heavy gasps.

He leans down on you again, kissing your shoulder as his cock works you open, fast and steady. It’s too good. It’s also too much, but you would have him inside you forever if it were possible.

You look at him from the corner of your eye. “Love you, love you, love—”

Your orgasm makes you choke as you writhe under Zayne. He groans, hips stuttering from the sudden clench of your pussy. “Baby,” he mewls, slowing down his pumps.

“Zayne,” you whisper. He kisses your cheek—the farthest his lips can reach from his position.

He calls your name so reverently and quietly, you almost didn’t hear it over the lewd sounds. “I’m going to come… inside you,” he warns, breath ragged, right at your ear, making you shiver. His cock is starting to make your pussy burn, but you fucking love it—anything to have his seed inside you.

“Please,” you whine. “Need it.”

He obeys you, groaning gruffly as he releases. All you feel is a strong twitch of cock before he squirts inside you, emptying his balls inside you.

You breathe out, satisfied. Zayne fully slumps on you, and you enjoy the feel of his weight smothering you, his cheek resting on yours. His undulating chest and the sound of his breathing almost lull you to sleep.

“Are you going to fall asleep like this?”

You laugh faintly. “I could.”

“Well, you shouldn't.” He gets off you, pulling himself out of you. You sigh at the loss. “I’ll start the bath.”

“Mmmkay.”

“Don’t fall asleep.” You hear his voice farther from you.

“Mmm.”

Luckily, you don't fall asleep, a bit eager to feel his presence around you again and to feel him touching you again.

He does. He comes back to you to undress you slowly, and you try to help him but fail miserably. He lifts you in his arms, gentle and tender, and carries you by your back to the bathroom. He lowers you into warm water, kissing you on your forehead.

Zayne always makes you feel so loved, so cared for, so desired.

He slips in, sitting opposite you, and you use your remaining strength to crawl up to him and turn into his chest.

“You’re like a koala bear,” he muses. “I can't wait to marry you.”

“You think I can get any worse than this?”

He chuckles. “No. Marrying you is just to get to be called your husband. I am already satisfied.”

You smile, humming as you snuggle comfortably against his wet chest, satisfied as the warmth soaks into your skin.

a/n: thanks for reading <3

[kittizayne]

Happy birthday, my love ❄️🩵 [x]