ARMANDO GONZÁLES : mi segunda vida : BRIAN GUTIÉRREZ — !! armando gonzáles x f!reader x brian gutiérrez, two men crushing on you at the same time, who will you choose?
❝pero me está matando, por que a las dos las quiero❞
[note: I want to translate this into spanish soon, this is my first post on this account so I hope to write more, let me know if you want a part 2 ]
... YOU WERE Brian's childhood friend, your parents were close and from the minute you two could open your eyes, you both became a major part of each other's lives. it seemed he always made time for you. whether it was during a break at practice, lunch, or even right before bed, he made sure to try and talk to you.
it became difficult when you moved to Mexico for a job opportunity as a sports nutritionist. for a while, it became difficult to stay caught up with each other's lives. you were busy with keeping up with work and he had football to worry about.
"i'm moving to Mexico soon, i was just transferred to play for chivas," Brian mentioned casually on a phone call. though behind the phone he was hiding the desperate wait for your reply.
a loud gasp escaped your lips as a loud squeal emitted from your end of the line. "really?! congrats, i know you'll do good! we can finally hang out again, i've missed you so much!" you happily said. he laughed at your reaction, "yeah, i've missed you too..."
it was obvious to the people around him that he liked you more than just friends. he never got the chance to confess before you left the country, it's been 2 years since you've last seen each other and the feelings still linger.
..."Brian!"
you called out upon seeing your friend walking through the airport. practically throwing yourself at him, wrapping him in a hug. "it's been forever! you've grown a lot!"
he was quick to mirror your actions, holding tightly onto your figure. your scent, warmth, and familiarity was all he could process in the moment. "yeah, finally in person again, we should catch up," Brian suggested.
"you just got back, aren't you tired from the trip?" you frowned, pulling away from the hug. "you haven't even left the airport yet!"
"you're right, let's hang out sometime this week then."
the weekend would arrive, and so would Brian as he shows up at your house with a takeout bag in his hands. "hope you don't mind what i brought," he hummed, walking through the door of your home.
"I wouldn't mind free food!"
you laugh as you close the door behind him. "how was practice with your new team? make any friends?" you question. he places the food down on the counter, turning to look at you.
"they're all cool, we get along pretty well. practice is bearable. you should come to a practice one day, or is being a nutritionist keeping you busy?"
"really? i'll clear my schedule if my dear friend Brian Gutiérrez invites me," you laugh. "being a nutritionist isn't too difficult, i get to meet some amazing people."
"really? i remember you were complaining in the first few weeks on the job"
he snickered at the memory. "you were the same when you started playing professionally!" you shot back. he put his hands up in mock surrender, lightly shaking his head.
"yeah yeah, let's just eat."
there were frequent moments like that, visiting each other and spending time like nothing else really mattered. months would pass since you've reunited, Brian had finally invited you to watch the team during training and of course he was there to pick you up super early despite you not even having your outfit picked out yet.
"just wear this"
Brian sighs, picking up a random piece of clothing that was thrown next to him on your bed. his back laying against your bed frame while you dug through your closet in pure chaos.
you sigh, turning around to properly face him. "what if i see one of your handsome teammates?!" a genuine fear shown on your face. he scoffs at your worry, "you don't have to dress up for them."
his reaction made you laugh as you finally pulled out an outfit. "is this okay?" you question. he could already imagine you wearing what you picked out, and he would hate to admit it didn't make him feel some sort of way. "or is it-!" "just go put it on, [name]!"
the ride there was fairly normal, you screaming random songs that played while Brian would turn it up to playfully drown you out. when you made it to the training grounds, Brian had left to change while you made your way to the sidelines among other friends and family of the team.
it was mainly just you focusing on different players but mainly Brian, occasionally scrolling on your phone for work related tasks. though once you looked up from your texts, a player with defined features, dark hair, and bushy eyebrows had focused his attention on you. a smile made it's way to his face upon seeing that you caught his gaze. it was simply returned by you as a kind gesture but it didn't go unnoticed by your best friend.
"let's go," practice had finally ended, Brian approached you with his bag thrown over his shoulder. "Brian, you forgot your shirt," a voice called. an arm wrapping around him as familiar eyes make their way back on to you.
"ay Gutiérrez, is this your girlfriend?"
Brian felt his heart jump at the mention of you being his, all just for you to make him lose a sense of hope. "we're just friends, my name is [name], nice to meet you!" you introduce yourself, reaching your hand out to greet him. the man unravels himself from Brian before shaking your hand. "likewise, I'm Armando, but they call me hormiga," he laughs, now fully focusing on you. Armando sure was good looking, his features fit him perfectly, his playful nature making him even more attractive.
Brian hummed, taking his shirt from his teammate. "Thanks, we'll get going now." he nods, leading you gently with his hand pushing your lower back. "Nice seeing you, Armando!" you wave before walking along with Brian. when you got back in the car, you couldn't help but question him about his teammate.
"he's nice. are you two friends?"
Brian's grip on the wheel got unnotably tighter at your words. a bit jealous at your attention on his friend or maybe he was a bit saddened at being "just friends."
"yeah, he's one of my best friends on the team."
you smile at the mention. "really? it's great you have someone like him as a friend! we should all hang out one day." you suggest. though it doesn't sound like a bad idea, Brian just simply hums. "maybe."
He would invite you to practice again, and well so much for best friends when Armando openly flirts with you in front of him. during break, Armando practically runs up to you to start chatting.
"psst, can you give me her number?"
Brian raised a brow at his teammate's question as he does his best to catch his breath in the locker room after practice. "why?" Armando hums in thought at the question, swaying himself back and forth. "mh, she's my type. you don't mind, right?"
Brian laughs as he rolls his eyes playfully. "ask her yourself, idiot, or are you to scared to interact with a woman?" he teases.
"you're good for nothing!"
from then, you had become a bit closer to Armando, more than Brian would like, but he didn't want to feel like a jealous best friend.
... "the Mexican national team offered me a position as their nutritionist!" you exclaim one day in your kitchen. you had invited Brian over like always, wanting to spend time with your best friend after he became busy due to being recently accepted into the same team offering you a job.
his arms are quick to wrap around you, spinning you around as laughs fill the room. he sets you down on the counter, looking into your eyes with a smile on his face at your achievement. not seeming to notice the way you were caged in by his muscular arms on either side of you. both your faces dangerously close to each other, you could practically look at every feature on his face.
he swallowed a lump in his throat as he looked into your eyes. ones that he's seen full of joy, annoyance, tears, and all the emotions you've shared together. now he can't really read them as you both lean closer to each other.
slow.
hesitant.
both your lips set upon eachother, sharing a sacred kiss. one of Brian's hands coming up to cup the side of you face, rubbing slowly on the soft skin. when you realized what was happening, you gently push your hand against his toned chest. yet still your lips were attached, you both were desperate to not let go.
both catching your breath for a moment just to look in each other's eyes. he rubbed your face one last time before backing away.
"sorry."
you both didn't mention it again from then on. much less let it affect your friendship. soon your first day as the Mexican national team's nutritionist appeared, you were familiar with a few of the players. knowing them at the time you spent watching the chivas play. now, getting to meet each individual and new ones allowing you to make their dietary strategies to suit them.
"hello- [name]!" Armando practically lights up when he sees you waiting for him with a file in hand. walking into an office lended as you own during your time with the team. he adjusts in the seat in front of your desk, with his large, bright eyes staring straight at you. "i didn't expect to see you here! you're the nutritionist?"
"I am! it's been a while since we've last seen each other hasn't it?" Armando nodded at your question, almost forgetting that you were in a professional setting now as he began to get off topic.
you saw them weekly, making sure they were following their diets regularly. beginning to form a bond with a few of them, notably the ones closer to you in age. Obed, Gilberto, and Mateo who often hung around with Brian and Armando were the few you ended up hanging out with outside of work when spending time with the team.
"oh so you don't have a boyfriend?" Mateo asks, sitting next to you on a day out with the group after deciding on getting a sweet treat after practice. you shook your head, taking a bite of your froyo before you finally answered. "no, I've had a few boyfriends, I just become too busy with work."
Mateo hums in understanding as he looks over to Armando who was with the rest of the group putting toppings on their frozen treat. "What do you think of Hormiga?" he asks, now focusing on your opinion.
a small pause happens as you think. "he's a really great guy, he's easy to talk to, handsome too, but I didn't say that. i'm lucky to have you all as friends," you laugh, gently patting his shoulder before the others walk over to the table you two were sitting at.
"this is the only sweet you guys should've had this week! if i find out otherwise I'll put you on a strict diet!" you joke. "don't be so mean, [name], we all need something every once in a while," Brian responds. Armando looks over at Mateo during the conversation, as if trying to communicate something, just to be simply be met with a wink.
"you both don't have to walk me home..." you sigh with the two Chiva players following along with you. Brian had planned to drop you off by himself only for Armando to mess with his plans.
"someone needs to protect both of you," Armando remarks, crossing his arms proudly. Brian snorts, "are you going to hit them with your 'jutsu?'"
The dark haired man laughs he wraps his arm around him. "don't worry princess, I'll only do that when I need to." Brian groans in mock annoyance at his friend's words, peeling away from his grasp.
"well this is my stop," you interrupt, turning to face the two. "thank you for dropping me off, Brian, Armando," they jolt up at the way you say their name. you quickly hug the duo goodbye before making your way inside.
"you like her, right?"
"yeah, so do you." Brian responds. Armando smirks before ruffling Brian's hair and walking ahead. "don't think I'll let her go so easily just because we're friends!"
"you think too much of yourself."
...it appeared like the two would constantly fight for your attention. trying to start conversations with you or even get a glance from your eyes.
a knock echoed through your office before you called out for them to enter. "[name],do you want to go get something to eat with Armando and I during lunch?" Mateo peeks in.
your brow raises slightly, "what are you two getting? you know you aren't supposed to eat anything full of carbohydrates and fats." gently tapping your fingers against your desk.
Mateo laughed as he fully stepped into your office. "no, no, nothing like that. we were planning on going to some new smoothie and salad place." you hum as you nod in agreement. "sure then, just let me know when you two are on your lunch break!"
time passes and you expect Mateo to be the one to be knocking on your door just to be met with Armando smiling boyishly. "coach is making Mateo train a bit more for slacking off. did you still want to go to lunch?" and well who were you to say no?
"you didn't have to pay," you frowned. Armando just simply smiled as his fork stabbed at pieces of his salad. "i invited you, so I pay." that doesn't seem to make you feel any less guilty. the smoothie bowl you ordered was beautifully made, granola and assorted berries circling the bowl. it was almost mocking you.
he saw you staring at him like a sad puppy and couldn't help but laugh. "what do you want some of my salad or something?" he offered you a bite, his fork directed towards you. a major part of him really did want to share with you, but that's a secret he holds to himself.
"pfft, Armando!" you laugh, the salad grazes your lips so you couldn't help but give in. "that's good, do you want some of mine?" his eyes basically sparkle as he nods. "if it's allowed, I'm on a diet afterall," he joked.
you roll your eyes playfully before picking up a scoop of your smoothie bowl in your spoon. he batted his thick eyelashes as he looks over you with an expecting look. "ah!" he opened his mouth comically wide awaiting your next move. you snicker at his action, giving in to his unspoken demand.
lunch was soon to be over, meaning both of you had to make your way back to the training grounds. the two of you sat in Armando's car wasting time as you both don't want to go back so early.
"thank you for paying, I owe you." you hum. turning to look at Armando just to notice he's already staring at you. "it's nothing, you don't owe me anything," he said simply. you sighs as you lean back in the seat, "well, just thank you then, it's too bad Mateo couldn't join us."
Armando nodded in response, "yeah, it is too bad." he hummed. knowing Mateo set this up after Armando had told him he liked you.
"i had fun with just us though."
his heart was thumping loudly against his chest, seeing you turn your attention back to him. "really?" he questioned. you simply nodded in response. Armando leaned his elbow a bit over the center console allowing you to notice the small freckles on his face, eyes trailing onto his lips before flickering back to his eyes.
"we should probably get going," "do you want to kiss?" his question caught you a bit off guard. a bit afraid to answer the question and see what it would become. "yes-"
he was quick to jump to the chance. both hands cupping the sides of your face with his lips passionately pressing against yours. the kiss was filled with Armando's held back emotions before you pulled away. catching your breath, your face still in his hands. "we should go before break time is over..." you clear your throat, fully leaving his touch. he looks a bit disappointed but he just nods.
just like with Brian, you acknowledge that it happen, but only leave it at that. interacting with each other like nothing happened and nothing would branch from it.
Brian had made plans to hang out with you, just for Armando to find out and place himself in them. of course you couldn't deny either of them! "oh, you both are here at the same time," you laugh, opening the door wider for them to enter.
the two would make it a competition on who could get your attention the most with the time they were there. at least until they were both feed up with eachother.
summary! - armando broke up with you a month ago but now he wants you back. lowkey loosely inspired by this song -> olvídame y pega la vuelta
requests are open!
ratings! - hurt/comfort, rekindling a relationship, hormiga is a bit pathetic in this one and so is reader (my bad), but its okay bc theyre in love
Note! - i decided to write about hormiga as well! im genuinely having the time of my life writing on tumblr i should’ve started doing this earlier! I also included a translation of the spanish dialogue in bold for my non-spanish speakers!
You stood in front of your bathroom mirror, fixing your hair, when you heard a knock on the door. You quietly left the bathroom amd approached the front door to your apartment. You slowly put your face up to the peephole and immediately felt your heartbeat pick up as you were met with the sight of Armando, the boy who had broken up with you a month prior. You had promised yourself that you would never entertain the idea of getting back together with him. But you never really had the strength to say no to Armando, not when those puppy eyes of his were looking at you so sadly. But that didn’t mean you were gonna make this easy for him. Not when he practically ripped out your heart a month ago.
You quickly swung the door open and were met with the sight of the man whom you had wanted nothing more than to hold again. You both make eye contact before fully taking each other in. Armando had disheveled hair, and his eyes were puffy and slightly red. He was clothed in a hoodie and sweatpants, his usual attire after a long training session. After a few seconds, you tilted your head, inquiring him to speak.
“Preciosa, yo sé que no me quieres ver ahorita pero por favor escúchame (Sweetheart I know you don’t want to see me right now but please listen to me)” he pleaded with you.
“¿O si? ¿Y cuándo yo te suplicaba que no me dejaras hace un mes porque a mí no me escuchaste? (Oh yeah? And what about a month ago when I was begging you to not breakup with me? Don’t I deserve to be listened to?)” you demanded. You had begged him not to break up with you because you knew it was a mistake. But he didn’t listen to you and broke your heart anyway.
His face immediately twisted with regret. “perdoname amor, yo sé que te lastime pero ya estoy aquí para componer las cosas (Please forgive me my love, I know I hurt you but I’m here now to make things right)”
“No, no nomas me lastimaste, Armando. Me rompiste el corazón, (You didn’t just hurt me, Armando. You broke my heart)” you exclaimed as you pointed your finger at his chest.
He winced at the use of his full name. But took the opportunity to grab your hand as it pointed at his chest. He held your hand with both of his as if it were his only lifeline. Your heart skipped a beat once his skin made contact with yours, and you immediately softened.
He noticed and gently pulled you into a hug. He did it slow enough so you could resist if you truly wanted to, but you were always weak when it came to Armando Gonzáles.
The second your head finally rested against his chest, every emotion you felt towards Armando came rushing back, and you began to cry. He rested his head atop yours, and you heard him begin to sniffle as well.
“Perdoname amor. Te juro que nunca me voy a ir de tu lado otra vez (Please forgive me my love. I swear I will never leave your side again)” he whispered, resisting the urgue to sob.
“Pensaba que ya no me quierías (I thought you didn’t love me anymore)” you confessed, voice breaking. Armando winced at your words. He leaned back so he could see your face but you were hiding against his chest. He cupped your jaw with his hand and tipped your head up so you could look at him.
“Jamás pare de quiérete. Pensaba en ti todos los días. Sentía que me volvía loco cuando no estabas conmigo (I never once stopped loving you. I thought about you everyday we were apart. I felt like I was going insane when you weren’t with me)” he murmured as his eyes raked across your face.
In that moment Armando swept you up in his arms and walked into your apartment, closing the door behind him. Armando walked into your bedroom and gently laid you down on your bed before getting into bed next to you. He pulled you in so you were resting on top of him.
“Siempre voy a estar a tu lado y jamás me tendrás que extrañar (I will always be by your side and you’ll never have to miss me again)” he promised as he wrapped his arms around you. you simply nodded your head and closed your eyes in contentment.
It was around Halloween, and you could only think of one thing: couple costumes.
It was your first Halloween in a relationship with Chivas’ most handsome player, Armando González.
You had met through mutual friends. Truthfully, you already had a crush on him long before you officially met, but after getting to know him, you fell even harder.
For five years, you stayed friends, even though everyone around you knew you liked each other. Neither of you ever had the courage to say anything. Armando was just as shy as you when it came to love.
Eventually, he got tired of all the longing and decided to confess.
He showed up with a huge ramo filled with your favorite flowers, plushies of your favorite characters, and, somehow, cardboard cutouts of all your favorite anime men.
You laughed so hard you almost cried.
Then he held up a poster that read:
”¿Puedo ser tu novio?”
Of course, you said yes.
From that day on, you were inseparable.
You went to every single one of his matches to cheer him on, and afterward, you’d both go home where you’d cuddle on the couch while forcing him to watch One Piece with you.
Luckily, he didn’t mind.
You both loved anime, even if your tastes weren’t exactly the same. He’d tell you about Blue Lock, while you’d spend hours rambling about whatever anime you were currently obsessed with.
Recently, that obsession was Dandadan.
You had just finished Season 2 and couldn’t stop noticing how similar Armando was to Okarun.
Both of them took forever to confess.
Both were adorably awkward.
Meanwhile, you were definitely more like Momo—more confident, but still secretly shy whenever your feelings for him became too obvious.
"Espero que esto no me dé pena después." Brian joked.
You set your phone against a speaker.
Music started.
Armando stood perfectly serious in front of the camera while you danced dramatically in the background.
Halfway through…
Memo casually walked behind him doing the dance perfectly.
Everyone burst into laughter.
“¡Otra!”
This time it was Mora.
He popped out from behind a couch and immediately just started posing as memo.
Now for Quiñones
He slowly moonwalked across the back of the video without saying a single word.
Raúl appeared holding a bag of chips, dancing with absolutely zero rhythm before walking off screen like nothing happened.
Lastly Brian,
Brian ran into frame dramatically, pretending to chase you while Armando stayed completely still in front of the camera trying not to laugh.
He failed.
The video ended with him laughing and faking helping you.
When you finally finished recording, everyone crowded around your phone.
"No manches..."
"Sí quedó bien chingón."
"Ya súbelo."
You posted it without another thought.
Within minutes…
The comments exploded.
“Hormiga haciendo cualquier cosa por su novia.”
“Brian trolleándolo otra vez JAJAJA.”
“Mora vestido de Memo fue lo mejor del video.”
“Necesitamos más TikToks así.”
Armando looked at the comments before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
"¿Sabes qué?"
He smiled.
"La verdad... yo sí quería disfrazarme de alguien de Blue Lock.
You looked at him with fake disappointment.
He laughed.
“Pero…”
He kissed your forehead.
"...la verdad sí me divertí."
You grinned.
"Te lo dije."
He rolled his eyes.
"Sí, sí, ya sé."
Then pulled you closer.
“Pero el próximo Halloween…”
"¿Ahora tú escoges?"
He smiled.
“Ahora yo escojo."
You laughed.
"Eso ya lo veremos."
The rest of the players immediately started yelling.
“¡No la dejes escoger otra vez, Hormiga!”
He sighed dramatically.
"Ya ni modo... desde ahorita sé que voy a perder."
The room erupted in laughter as you snuggled against his side, already planning next year’s costumes while everyone continued teasing the poor Chivas player for being hopelessly in love.
18+ You could barely keep your eyes open, the heavy weight of the day’s work dragging them down. “My love… let me…” but you only moved harder, head falling forward, hair cascading around you.
Your hips drove down with surprisingly devastating force for someone who could barely drag themselves through the front door only thirty minutes ago.
“Q-quit talking.” You rasp, fingers curling against Zayne’s pecs, leaving little crescent shaped indents in his pink flushed skin. You were beyond tired, body screaming for you to collapse and maybe just let him take care of it all for the both of you.
But your frustrations were winning out.
If Zayne hadn’t seen it for himself, he would’ve reprimanded you for being such a brat right now. But he knew that whatever this was? It was needed. You needed him, you needed this. So, he’d indulge.
His lips remained sealed, hands splaying across the fat of your ass — holding not assisting. Every drop of your hips had his head spinning, cock throbbing deliciously in the warmth of your velvety soft cunt. You were soaked, had been soaked, you had shoved him down on the mattress and refused to let him do anything to prepare yourself.
He couldn’t gather why until you had plopped yourself down on him, the moan that left him had nearly been a whimper. Despite the burn in your thighs, the ache in your abdomen as his tip kissed your cervix, the black spots blurring your vision, you kept moving.
Every movement had pleasure thrumming through your veins, limbs trembling as you tried to find some sort of stability without crumbling into him entirely. Though, at this rate, you didn’t think Zayne would mind it very much if you did.
You managed to crane your neck upwards, carrying the impossibly heavy weight of your own head to look at the flushed face of your husband. “Zayne, m’gonna cum.” Your eyes were shutting as you spoke, your cunt clenching desperately as you tried to dive head first into your release before giving out all together.
Despite your previous warnings, Zayne’s hands tightened on your bottom, dragging you down and holding you tightly. You cried out, the pressure of him filling you so fully had stars littering your eyes.
He started rocking you, grinding your puffy, sensitive cunt into his groin. The sensations enough to finally, finally bring you the release you so desperately craved.
Zayne jumped slightly as you collapsed into him, completely dead weight. “Hey…” he nudged you, his own orgasm trailing off to the back of his mind as he tried to decipher if you passed out or simply fell asleep. “Leave it to you to cum and…” he brushes your hair aside, noting your color, your breathing, before concluding.
“…fall asleep before I can even pull out.”
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It wasn’t like he never thought it would happen, not necessarily. When you started dating, he had hoped things would progress to this point, but he also was alright with if it didn’t. You are the most wonderful thing to have ever entered his life and the last thing he wanted was to make you feel pressured. Your comfort and just having you in his life took top priority. But now here he was, looking up at your gorgeous, flushed face from between your legs.
You wouldn’t have known this at first, but he had been preparing for weeks. Months, even.
Research of all kinds, trying to ensure he’d have the right technique if (when) the time came. He was obsessed with it, enamored with the idea of going down on you especially. He researched everything else too, of course, but there was a special emphasis on the best ways to give oral. He wanted to turn himself into a tool you could use for your pleasure. He wanted to impress you, blow you away with how good he could make you feel. He wanted to be good for you.
There was definitely a lot of insecurity he had built up inside him due to being inexperienced. It wasn’t that he wanted to be able to name a bunch of women who were notches in his bed post, no, he just wanted to prove he could be everything you’d ever need. He had the money, the stability, the shoulder to lean on, the only thing he lacked was sexual experience. So he dove head first into research, hours and hours spent collecting as much info as possible. He would take notes and, hell, he even practiced using fruit. There was one thing he was sure of…he would be prepared and he would be confident.
Except, being face to face with your clothed core, able to see a darkening wet patch in the middle…yeah, that confident bit was a tad more difficult than he had expected. He honestly was in awe that he was actually in this position right now. Weeks of guilty fantasies and secret exploration had actually led up to the real thing. It was odd, the first thing he did, but he couldn’t help it. He pressed his nose right to your core, his eyes fluttering shut as he took a deep breath. The sigh he let out was so shaky, so overwhelmed…you had never seen him so undone. The sight of him inhaling your scent made you flush a bright red, unsure how to react to such an action.
He looked back up at you, keeping his face pressed to your core as he reached up to grab your hand and thread his fingers through yours.
“My apologies, I have imagined this for a very long time. You won’t mind if I’m thorough, will you?”
You blinked down at him, the warmth in your face becoming hard to ignore. He sounded so…gone? Like he was doing everything he could to not lose himself. You were used to his icy, firm tone he used professionally, or his softer tone he had adopted only with you over the past few months you’ve been dating. Not this breathy, desperate one that made heat curl low in your belly. You swallowed thickly before reaching your other hand down to card through his hair. He lifted his head to reach your hand easier, looking at you with pure adoration.
“I don’t mind…I’ve been wanting this for a while too.”
He smiled at that, grabbing your hand to gently kiss your knuckles. “Thank you, darling. I promise I’ll make you feel good…”
With that, you removed your hand and he dove right in. He began to kiss around your inner thighs, even nipping lightly at times. He knew that he had to build up to the main course, no matter how badly he just wanted to shove his tongue into your leaking hole. After light kisses and licks over your panties, he finally reached for the hem of the garment, looking to you for permission.
“May I, darling..?”
You nodded and lifted your hips for him to pull them down your legs and set them off to the side. When he looked back, wow…the view was just too beautiful. He let out a shuddering sigh as he took her in. All her gorgeous folds, how she glistened, how soft she looked…he must’ve been staring too long as you had started to whine and try to shut your legs. He gently held them open.
“Don’t hide, you’re stunning…”
You blushed and hid your face in the crook of your elbow. He chuckled lightly, reaching up to grab your hand once more.
“Do you need a moment? I can be patient, no matter how…difficult…it may be.” He said the word difficult with a quiet shakiness. Oh, he was desperate for a taste.
You shook your head, inhaling deeply before setting your arm down.
“No…I…I want your mouth on me, zayne. I need it…”
And that was all he needed to hear. It was like a switch flipped in his brain, one that made him dive into your pussy like a man starved. He snapped, he lost control, he couldn’t help it! He tried to take it slow, but hearing you say you needed him? Gloves off, he was gone. And oh, god, your taste. You had already smelled and looked divine, but the taste was better than anything his imagination had conjured up. He knew from that moment alone that he was hooked, and he could never go without it.
His dick was rock hard, straining against his slacks. There was an obscene wet spot by his tip where he had been leaking since he got on his knees. He found his hips were grinding into nothing, and he was wholly unable to stop himself from doing so. The slight friction from his pants just felt too good.
You cried out above him, your free hand now firmly rooted in his hair as you started to rock against his mouth. This must be what heaven is like, he thought. He was getting the cues you were close, so he really began to focus. He suckled gently on your clit which earned him a tug on his hair and a whine of his name. It only took a few more licks before your back arched and your orgasm ripped through you. He held your hips down and attached his mouth to your clit as you rode out your high. Honestly, it was so intense it was almost like he orgasmed as well.
Well, that’s because he did. Sometime during your orgasm, he had also managed to spill into his pants. Though, he wasn’t worried about that right now, being more focused on savoring every last bit of your slick before finally pulling away, cheeks flushed and panting. He hadn’t even taken his glasses off, so now they sit askew on the bridge of his nose. They were foggy, so with a shaky hand he plucked them from his face and sat them on the couch beside you.
You both just caught your breath for a moment, taking in the afterglow of such an intense, first time experience. That was when he looked down and seen the mess he made of his slacks. He blinked rapidly as he started to understand what happened. He had then set his head to rest on your thigh, the tips of his ears burning.
“That was…incredible. Are you sure you’ve never been with anyone else?”
You had no idea the research and effort he put into this, and he planned to keep it that way.
“I have not, I suppose my knowledge of anatomy is just proving even more useful than I thought.”
You panted together in the quiet living room, your hand gently running through his hair. You had caught a quick glimpse of the dark patch on the front of his slacks, making you realize just how good it felt for him too. You smiled to yourself, but kept quiet as you didn’t want to further embarrass him. As you both finally came back to earth, he peppered your lower half with gentle kisses.
“Thank you…for allowing me to have you this way.” He murmured, before pressing another soft kiss to your inner thigh.
“Thank you…for having me.” You murmured back, just as blissed out as he was.
Needless to say, the next time he went down on you wasn’t far in the future. He was addicted, and there was no stopping this new craving of his. 🩷
Notes: erm anyone else like a good ‘male love interest cums in pants’ scene? Just me? Sigh, alright 😞 once again apologies if this reads like shit, I just needed to get it out of my system 🤤
literally anything about submissive zayne. because everyone thinks he's a dom, but his stress and workload make me think he would want to hand over the reins to his beloved.
(Ask from 4/24/26)
I think Zayne is very easily a Dom-leaning switch unless he is super overwhelmed by work / overloaded by stress. When his body is just too exhausted to do the work, but eager to be pleased and to pleasure? He would absolutely hand over the reins to you and let you care for him and use him to care for yourself. He trusts you completely!
The idea of soft, praising sex with Zayne while he's slowly teetering on the edge of sub-space. Cheeks all flushed and eyes watery as you stroke his leaking cock with one hand and toy with his perked nipple with the other. Kissing up and down the column of his neck while you whisper sweet nothings about how much you love him and about how he's such a good boy. Stroking him through his orgasm as cum spurts up his abdomen, nearly reaching his chest, tears finally brimming over and leaking down his cheeks as you slot your lips over his mouth.
The jagged sob that would escape him when you leave, lowering your body to take his weeping cock into your mouth. Suckling the slightly sweet but mostly salty pre-cum and cum off of him, bringing him back to full mast. He cums in record time, nearly riding the waves of the first orgasm as he floods your mouth with his release. He's seeing starts, whimpering your name and pleas to ease up as your hand cups his balls and continues to suck him through it.
synopsis: every time you try to take your relationship to the next level, you always shy away at the last second. lucky for you, dr. zayne has a solution!
tags: inexperienced reader & zayne, soft dom zayne, reader fears penetration at first, zayne sets up a surgical camera so she can watch him finger her, vaginal fingering (duh), “anatomy” “lesson,” praise, “good girl,” improper use of hospital assets
pairing: zayne x fem reader
word count: 2.3k
a/n: this came to me in a dream. enjoy
“Have I given you reason to be afraid of me?” Zayne asks you softly, attentive gaze trailing down your stiff body.
“N-no!” you blurt, thrusting your hands out in mortification. “You haven’t, I swear you haven’t. This is just…new to me.”
“Me as well,” he retreats from above you, moving back on the sofa to give you breathing room.
Just moments ago, you’d been writhing under him needily, his tongue plunging into your eager mouth as you groped each other with abandon. Spurred on by your initial pleas, he’d dared to take it further this time—further than either of you had ever been. But as his hand had traveled down your body, dipping just the slightest bit inside your panties, you’d gone rigid. Zayne, ever aware of your reactions, had stopped his movements immediately, looking seekingly into your eyes for answers. Unfortunately for him, once that cautious hazel gaze had found yours, you’d squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment.
“It’s nothing that you did, Zayne,” you sigh as you sit up, running a hand through your hair in frustration. “I know you’d never hurt me. I’m just…scared.”
“Of?” he asks softly, and the way his kind face is void of any judgment makes you want to extract your brain and beat it for denying you the chance to feel him.
Another sigh escapes you as you gather your thoughts. “What if it hurts?” you wonder shyly, fiddling with your clammy hands. “I always imagined it’d hurt. And there’s never…been…anything there, outside of medical stuff. That’s the only thing I have to compare it to.”
Nodding along patiently, Zayne extends a hand to you, pulling you to him when you accept it gratefully. “I’m sorry that you’re frightened, but I understand your hesitation. I’m content to just hold you in my arms, if you’ll let me. As long as it takes, I’ll wait for you.”
“No, I-I want to. With you, soon. That’s the problem—I’ll think I’m ready, but then the second we get close, I freeze up. I just don’t know what to expect, and that scares me.”
Humming contemplatively, Zayne laces your fingers together. “I think I can help with that.”
The usually bustling corridors of Akso Hospital are eerily quiet at night.
Hurrying through them as if a ghost will jump out at any second, you scour the door plaques for room 429.
I’ll be finishing up early today. If you’re able, can you meet me at the hospital this evening? Room 429, Zayne had messaged you hours ago. And with no other plans and a lingering sense of guilt that you know he’d disapprove of, you’d agreed almost instantly.
Combating pangs of confusion—he never asked you here at night, outside of official events—you don’t realize you’ve scurried past the door until the room numbers grow too high. Backtracking briskly, you tap the wood with two soft knocks before a calm “Come in!” beckons you inside.
Room 429 is a standard hospital room—a large examination table, a sink and cabinets, and two simple chairs. At the small table near the back of the room—much humbler than the sleek standing desk in his office, you note perplexedly—Zayne sits, pen in hand, leafing through an endless stack of paperwork. Why did he move his office here for the night?
“Great, you’re here,” he says, setting his pen atop a thick packet. “Take a seat.”
“Um, okay,” you mumble obediently, heading toward one of the navy guest chairs.
“Not there,” he calls.
Turning to face him, you catch the way his eyes shift to the examination table. “Is this some kind of impromptu appointment?” you ask, his secrecy filling you with stubbornness.
Zayne rises from the rolling chair that’s too small for him, crossing the room in measured strides. “Not a sanctioned one.”
Before you can ask what he means, his hands are wrapping around your waist, lifting you up to deposit you on the soft table padding.
“Hey!” you squeak, surprised but not fighting him. “What is all this? I had my annual checkup a couple weeks ago, I’ll have you know. And I won’t be your guinea pig, either.”
Zayne tsks with amusement. As he presses a button, a large black mount lowers from the ceiling, its sturdy hooks securing a small silver device. Another button, and the device’s tiny red light flicks on.
And suddenly, your reflection stares back at you from a monitor on the opposite wall.
Anticipating your interrogation, Zayne speaks before you can. “This is a high-definition surgical instrument. It’s used to help us see the body during minor procedures.”
You blink at him quizzically. “So…a camera?”
“Yes. A camera. Repurposed for…recreational matters,” he quips with a slight upturn of his lips.
“You should know your own body,” he continues gently. “Exploring yourself—whether with or without me—is your right. And after last night, I figured…perhaps being able to see my actions as they happen would assuage some of your fears.”
“You…when did you have time to…?” you trail off, staring up at him in wonder.
“I believe I told you I finished my work early today. This was the reason,” he reveals. Even with you perched on the examination table, Zayne’s imposing height exceeds yours. His assurance is a warm blanket as he stands beside you, resting a large palm on your bent knee. “I’d like to help you explore yourself now. Will you allow me to?”
With a heavy gulp—more from anticipation than nerves, you realize—you nod your consent meekly.
“I don’t know what that means, darling. Can you give me words?”
“Yes,” you exhale shakily. “Help me. Please.”
Smiling softly, pride flashing across his face, he leans in to kiss you sweetly. Then, reaching up to bring the camera closer, he angles it toward your lower body. On the far wall, the feed is dangerously close to revealing what lies beneath your skirt.
“I’ll raise this,” he says, lifting the fabric with care. “And these…will need to come off,” he eyes you, gesturing to your thin cotton panties.
For a moment, you debate removing them yourself. But if this was about overcoming fears….
“Can you do it, Dr. Zayne? I wouldn’t want to get in the way,” you whisper coyly.
His eyes widen as he pauses. Then, collecting himself, he inches his hands forward to tug at the sides of your panties, sliding them down with precision. “Of course,” he says softly. “I’ll take care of you.”
As he sets his eyes on your naked cunt for the first time, Zayne shows admirable restraint, looking away after only a few tense seconds. Some hypocritical, eager-to-please part of you would almost be offended, if not for his tells: his quickened blinks, heavy breaths, and fidgeting fingers.
“I’ll get started now,” he exhales, voice husky with veiled desire. “You’re free to stop me at any time.”
And as you gaze at him with trust and only a little bit of fear, Zayne begins.
“This is your pelvic bone,” he gestures slowly. “It supports your body weight.”
The warmth of someone else’s hand on your bare hip is a foreign feeling. Foreign, but not bad, you decide, relaxing under his touch.
“The mons pubis,” he continues, hands ghosting over the mound beneath your belly.
“And this,” he murmurs, spreading your folds carefully, “is your pretty little pussy.”
The word—in here, from him, in reference to you—is so scandalous it makes you gasp. You try desperately to avoid his gaze, eyes flitting across the room in panicked arousal, but you don’t find the reprieve you’re looking for.
Because on that far wall, looking back at you tauntingly, is the velvety skin of your most private part, glistening with your growing desire.
Snapping you out of your staring contest, Zayne taps the flesh of your thigh twice. “Open, please. Wider.”
Swallowing thickly, you oblige.
“Good,” he praises, tracing your exposed entrance with an elongated index finger. “This is where I’ll touch you. Is that alright?”
Through heavy drags of air, you forget his earlier instructions, nodding quickly as your answer. When all he does is lift a brow, a teasing smirk playing on his lips, you hazily remember his request. “Yes,” you whimper apologetically. “It’s alright.”
“Well, then. Suck,” he orders simply, holding his finger to your mouth.
The command startles you at first. But as you look between the man beside you and the far wall, recalling how frustrated you’d been with your fears last night, you part your lips slightly. Just enough for him to enter.
Timidly, you circle your tongue around him, coating his finger in your saliva. Once he deems it wet enough, he taps your thigh again, and you release him with a soft pop.
With half-lidded eyes, Zayne hums his approval, pushing closer to you to angle the digit at your entrance. “Hold onto me if you need to,” he whispers, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder.
And then, his finger sinks inside you.
It’s one thing to feel the tension. To clench as a light, unfamiliar pressure pushes firmly inside your heat, claiming the untraversed territory with every inch.
But as the discomfort subsides and you open your eyes, seeing it unfold is something else entirely.
On the large screen, Zayne’s slender finger pumps in and out of you slowly, impactfully. With every exit, your pulsing pink walls hug his retreating digit, begging him to stay. And when he grants their request, every thrust back inside has them clamping around his finger, as if barring him from leaving them lonely.
Watching with rapt attention, Zayne splits his focus between the monitor and you, gauging your expression for signs of discomfort.
But as your body melts with newfound pleasure, you sigh softly along to the rhythm of his pumps, eyeing the way he breaches your wetness with wanton intrigue.
The way he disappears inside you, giving his body to yours…you want to kiss him. You need to kiss him. But the moment you lift your gaze to his lips, licking your own as you lean in, Zayne moves his face just out of reach.
“No,” he murmurs his denial, stroking your walls with added vigor as he turns your face back toward the screen. “Don’t get distracted.”
Grumbling your disappointment, you allow his hypnotic movements to recapture your attention. But before long, you’re curling into his touch. “Can you…m-more?” you pant, risking a longing glance up at him.
“More?” Zayne repeats, slowing his pace to a deep probe that makes you writhe in impatience. “Is that something you can handle?”
“Yes,” you cry, clutching his pristine lab coat. “Can handle it, if it’s you.”
He hums contentedly. And a split second later, another long finger joins the first.
Eyes glued to the screen, you see the intrusion before you feel it: his thick, united digits headed straight for your core. As he prods at the small opening, advances met with quivering resistance, you almost think you’ve asked for more than you can take. But as slick dribbles out of your squelching hole to welcome him, the fluid dulls the stretching sensation, and your fluttering cunt sucks him in greedily.
A loud, lewd moan has you arching erratically, and Zayne wraps a strong arm around your lower back to support you.
“How does it feel?” he murmurs between steady pumps. “Are you still frightened?”
“No,” you mewl ardently. “It’s good. You’re good. But I…” you pause, racking your fuzzy brain for the right words.
“You what, my love?”
“I can’t…I don’t think I can…like this…” you trail off with an embarrassed whine, hoping he understands your babbling.
“Mm,” he nods sympathetically. “It’s natural that you can’t come from this alone. What a good girl you are for telling me.”
With his free hand, Zayne leans forward to adjust the camera, centering it over your glistening cunt. Once satisfied, he flexes his thumb to rest gently on the twitching bundle above your entrance. “You know what this is, don’t you, darling?”
“Clit,” you breathe, the word leaving you in a garbled gasp thanks to the shocks of his feather-light touch.
“That’s right,” he praises, kissing your temple while his fingers scissor lazily inside you. “This is how you’ll finish.”
As your voices fade, room filling with the wet sploshes of your tightening walls, the force of his thumb grows heavier on your clit. You almost squeal as the pressure increases, instinctively lifting your hips out of the camera frame—to which Zayne firmly pushes you back down.
“Watch,” he commands sternly. “So you’ll know how to do the same when I’m away.”
Curling his other fingers inside you, Zayne rolls his thumb in devastating circles, grinding so deeply against your nub that it greets you with spasmic, greedy twitches on the monitor. For a moment, his movements are mesmerizing, his thumb drawing patterns on your clit in time with his measured pumps. But as he slips out his index finger to pinch your aching bud, the gushing slick heralding your release is the last thing you see before your eyes screw shut from ecstasy.
As you writhe against him with thankful sobs, Zayne’s movements slow before stopping altogether. “It’s alright,” he shushes you. “Let it take you. You look beautiful like this.”
And in the comfort of his reassurance, those sobs turn into quiet, blissful moans.
You’re not sure how he does it—the sink and paper towels are on the other side of the room—but when you open your eyes, Zayne’s hands are clean.
“I’m very proud of you,” he says gently, wiping a stray tear from your eye. “How do you feel?”
“Good,” you mumble, nuzzling into his palm. “You were right. Seeing it, knowing what you were doing…it did help,” you finish shyly.
“I’m glad. And in that case,” he adds, tapping the camera appreciatively, “I’ll ask around about the cost of installation in my home office.”
you never would’ve expected it; it’d never happened before. but you guessed you should’ve known better.
you’d been experimenting with a gourmand perfume lately. and like a bear to a beehive, he’d stumbled right into the trap.
he was…teething, at first. you’d found the ornate bottle before bed one night and spritzed it a couple times, just enough to linger. you hardly noticed when a stray droplet landed on the counter—you simply wiped it with your hand and flipped the light off.
zayne was reading at the foot of the mattress when you stepped back into your bedroom. his brow was furrowed in concentration, the tension pulling his lips into a soft pout, and you were walking up to him before you knew it. you couldn’t resist reaching out, cupping his warm cheek in your doting hand. how could you, when those big green eyes were staring up at you like that?
it wasn’t long before they widened with interest. as your thumb stroked his jaw, he leaned closer, nuzzling into the gentle movement. and suddenly, as if on instinct, his lips parted and daintily sucked the digit inside.
his pink tongue swirled against you, just barely visible in the gap between his lips.
he watched you carefully, fighting his quickening breaths and the heat blooming across his face. you only stared at him, a mix of confusion and intrigue. but when he closed his mouth around you and lust dawned on your face, you felt the slight sting of his two front teeth on the soft pad of your finger.
he’d been timid then—you knew that now. he just hadn’t wanted to startle you.
but after you’d moaned and slipped another finger past his swollen lips—after you’d doused yourself in toasted marshmallow before every date—he was downright insatiable.
pointed teeth roamed all over your body—your throat, chest, belly, wrists—anywhere he could find the heady scent. your pulse points were his biggest targets. of course he knew them. he’d hold you still and bite your flesh and lap at the reddened imprint, and after he scrubbed you clean in the shower, he’d watch you with half-lidded eyes as you sprayed it on all over again. sometimes, he’d even do the honors himself.
and that, you guessed, was how he realized you were running low. one saturday morning, after being summoned out of bed by a delivery notification, you trudged to the door to find a crate marked fragile on the other side. your favorite brand’s logo sat proudly on the top, embellished with a pretty bow and small scented card.
familiar handwriting revealed your donor: so you don’t run out.
Zayne holds one secret near and dear to his heart.
"Hush now, we don't want to wake mommy, right?" It's a gentle whisper in an odd pitch. Your six month old daughter wiggles on the changing table below him, laughing loudly at her father's horrible attempt at a baby voice. "Shh, you're giggling too loud."
But her giggles only turned to squeals as he grabbed her feet, lifting them up to pull the soiled diaper out from under her. "I'm being serious, little lady. You know how much your mommy loves her sleep."
Even as he speaks, his lips curve upwards as he stares down at her little face. Her smile so large that her chubby cheeks squish upwards, her eyes sparkling - the color the same as his own.
"Your mommy loves you too much to scold you if you wake her up, she'll have no choice but to scold me." Zayne forces a pout, wiping her carefully as he speaks. It only makes her coo and giggle more, arms flailing wildly as she grins up at her daddy.
"You certainly have your mommy's personality." The baby voice still leaves his lips naturally, she just brings it right out of him. Even if it starts to get on his own nerves, he can't seem to contain the cuteness aggression his own baby daughter brings him.
He lifts her legs again, slipping the new diaper under her bottom. "Just full of energy at all hours of the night when you should be asleep."
Setting her legs down, he carefully pulls the tabs to the diaper securely over her little hips. "I'd be much quicker at this task if you didn't distract me with your cuteness, little lady." Another squeal of giggles that earns a hush as he starts to button up her onesie again.
Once everything is in place, he scoops her up off the changing table. Kissing her forehead gently, he cradles her with one arm to his chest. "Same time tomorrow night, little lady?" The same embarrassing pitch, Zayne swears he'd die if anyone heard him speaking in such a way.
You, of course, would be his only exception.
...He just can't stomach the inevitable teasing yet
fluff! just zayne being unable to sleep without you by his side, he's very lover boy coded here hehe
it's seven a.m. on a saturday and the other side of the bed of the bed is cold. zayne sleepily extends his arm out, but is met with silk sheets. taking in a few deep breaths in, he counts to ten in hopes that you come back.
but after five, he feels the sleepiness worsen. there is one problem: he can't sleep without you by his side. groggy, he lifts up the blanket covers and slips on his fluffy slippers, making his way to the kitchen where he hopes he will be able to find you.
you stand with your back to him, stirring sugar into your camomile tea. he drags his feet against the floorboards, his arms encircling around your waist as he rests his head on top of yours.
“your side of the bed was cold without you by my side, darling. come back to bed with me, please?” he complains, snuggling closer into you.
“i'm so sorry, my love. i only wanted to make some tea to help me fall back asleep.” you place your warm hands over his arms, soothing him.
“hm,” he hums, nodding without saying anything else, clearly ready to go back to bed with you.
“let's go back to bed.” you gently remove his arms off your waist but are met with a slight whimper of disapproval from zayne. “just for a minute, my love. i need to carry the mug back to bed and then i'm all yours, okay?”
you lead the way, with your boyfriend drowsily following behind. settling into the bed, zayne happily slips under the covers, looking at you with pleading eyes as he waits for you to finish your tea.
the tea is slightly hot, but you don't let it show. drinking this tea in slight discomfort is the least of your worries whilst your hard working boyfriend needs his needed rest. you place the mug down on the bedside table, letting your head rest against the pillow.
zayne pulls you close in his embrace, making sure to have you flush against him. he lets out a sigh of relief, and finally closes his eyes for a peaceful slumber with his beloved by his side.
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