When You Don't Ask For His Help During Ovulation
tags: 18+ [MDNI], zayne x reader, smut, p in v, dirty talk, dom! zayne, implied marathon sex, implied multiple orgasms
“Am I not satisfying you?”
You blinked.
You immediately stopped watching the movie on the television, and your head tilted to look at Zayne, whose arms were crossed, leaning on the doorway.
“Um, what?” Your brows knitted together as you watched his cold gaze lock on you. “Sorry, Zayne. I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Am I not satisfying you in sex?”
Your eyes widened slightly, feeling caught off guard by your husband’s question. “Of course you do, Zayne. Where is this coming from?”
“I am your husband and your primary physician, and I have your cycle memorized,” he firmly said. “Right now, you're ovulating. So how come you're not asking for sex?”
You immediately averted your gaze back to the television, unable to meet his darkened expression. “Um, it's not like that, Zayne. I can manage myself just f-fine.”
“Really? Because as far as I remember,” You heard his slow, heavy footsteps approaching closer. “Three, four, and the previous months prior, you would initiate having sex during your ovulation.”
You gulped. “I— I just learned how to handle it on my own.”
“Why?”
Your body trembled in nervousness, eyes staring at the television, trying to seek some comfort from the noise.
“Zayne, it's not really a big deal. I swear!”
Zayne picked up the remote control and pointed it towards the television, immediately shutting the screen off into pitch-black.
“That is not what I asked.” He sternly said, setting the remote control aside.
He stood in front of you with his arms crossed, and you lowered your gaze to the floor, feeling yourself shrinking in front of him.
“I– I just don't want to bother you with trivial matters, Zayne.” You nervously fidgeted your fingers. “Your work is already physically and mentally demanding. I just don't want to add to your exhaustion…”
Zayne’s cold gaze lingered on you for a while. “So you decided to endure and relieve it on your own?”
“Zayne, it's just ovulation—”
“It seems that you have reached conclusions on your own, and most of them are inaccurate.” Zayne interrupted.
You noticed Zayne's body shift a little, making you look up.
“I can confidently attest that your assessment of my physical condition is incorrect.”
Your eyes widened, seeing Zayne unbuckling his pants.
“Z-Zayne? What are you—”
“I’ll have to properly demonstrate it instead.” Zayne’s hand reached for his glasses, hastily taking it off and placing it on the coffee table. “Let's test whether your hypothesis is correct.”
“Z-Zayne— wait— Hngh!”
“Aren't you a big girl now? Then surely you can handle my cock just fine.”
Zayne has been ramming his thick cock into you for at least three hours now, like a rutting madman.
Your chest is pressed against the bed, and your face is buried against the pillow, your tears staining the white fabric. Your hips were limply raised, gripped by Zayne's strong, large hands to maintain support.
“Ngh— Zayne… more…”
Your walls were gushing wet, and you could not distinguish whether it was from the stimulation or your cum, but it did not matter. All you could hear was the wet, unrelenting thwop, thwop, thwop.
Zayne leaned closer until you felt his breath against your ear. “My love, you said you already relieved yourself enough. But look at you, still dripping wet.” His hands traveled to your breasts, gently squeezing them. “You wanted me to bury myself inside you so badly, didn't you?”
Zayne, being a physician, already knew the answer. But would he pass this opportunity to remind you that only his cock would satisfy your thirst during ovulation? Of course not.
“‘M sorry, Zayne… your— mhmp— feels too good…” Your tongue lolled, and your mind was in a haze, feeling Zayne’s thick length hit your deepest spots.
"Cum, my needy wife." Zayne pounded you harder, and with one strong thrust, you squirted juices once again even before your mind could process it.
Your legs trembled in pleasure, feeling Zayne halt for a brief moment. Then, you weakly tilted your head to the side, eager to see his face.
Just when you thought it was over, you felt his cock rubbing against your clit, still erect.
“Z-Zayne, we've been at it for hours, y-you just came back home from work earlier—”
“No, my love.” He kissed your temple, gently turning you around, making you lie on your back. “We haven't finished the assessment.”
You looked at him teary-eyed. “I— I believe you already.”
“I disagree. The mere fact that you continue to express your concern when we're in the middle of the assessment clearly implies that I have not demonstrated enough.” He gently brushed his finger against your chin.
“Spread your legs wide open.”
You were absolutely done for.
