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