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❆ “Could you indulge me in that way?”

❄︎ zayne is head over heels for you, and every visit from you during his shifts is a welcome encounter. but what changes when you suddenly grab his collar in an attempt to take off his messy tie that had gone off center? and why is he suddenly feeling flustered by this small interaction?… just what kind of control do you have over this man?

an innocent motion, devoid of any sensuality. but for some reason… zayne felt his cheeks flush and ears turn red. flustered at the most insignificant thing, simply because of you…

zayne x female reader, fluff to smut, suggestive, nsfw, kissing, dryhumping, no intercourse, office setting. MDNI ▲▲▲

a/n: i read a short headcanon drabble on here that someone wrote for all the lads men about innocent things that would turn them on, and this tie scenario was on there and it got my gears turning…

i wish i had saved the author of those hc, but if anyone knows what im talking abt pls lmk so i can credit them!! ;-;

this is my first fanfic on here so i hope its not too rough! (no pun intended) enjoy <3

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when he walks into his office on break, a little disheveled from his long shift, seeing you and the full plate of food on his desk that you had brought him instantly makes his face light up.

zayne is quickly greeting you with open arms and a warm smile, grateful for your presence and taking in your smell as he embraces you. its been too long since he’s last gotten to hold you like this, and he wanted to take in every second of it.

he backs away after, not expecting you to get closer, when suddenly you’re grabbing him by the collar. mere inches away from his face.

you offer a gentle smile as you unfasten the top button of his shirt and then start undoing the off-center tie that lay atop it, assuming he hadn’t noticed how messy it was yet.

“…there! you probably didn’t even realize how off it was did you?” a soft laugh follows as you turn away to throw the bag that had held zayne’s meal into the trash bin near the door.

a completely innocent motion, devoid of any sensuality. but for some reason… zayne felt his cheeks flush and ears turn red.

maybe it was the proximity? getting so flustered at the most insignificant thing, simply because its you…

that minuscule amount of physical contact had lingering effects on him, body growing warmer with the not-so-intimate moment replaying in his mind for some inexplicable reason.

you could say this is off behavior, zayne isn’t one to obsess over small interactions with others due to his tedious schedule and work ethic. but he knew this was different from work, and even after a few months of officially dating, he hadn’t quite adjusted to that fuzzy feeling in his chest that he only gets when he’s around you.

“i hope it’s not too cold, i tried to get here quicker but there was a wanderer alert at the next station so the trains were delayed—”

you were still looking away while venting about the train debacle, when you turn around you’re quick to note the redness that paints zayne’s cheeks and ears.

“—is everything okay? oh no… is the food too spicy?” your words dripping with concern, and he feels responsible for causing you needless worry for such a silly reason.

he coughs— “no, no. not at all.” running a hand through his slightly messy hair in an attempt to collect himself. “i’m just… happy to see you.” a coy smile settling on his lips, looking down at his plate throughout the entire confession, and from your point of view, it’s a heartwarming moment.

“the food is absolutely perfect,” and this time he looks straight into your eyes, “thank you.”

the sincerity with which he says it, alongside that sweet and undeniable sparkle in his green eyes is just the cherry on top.

oh how glad you are for delivering this somewhat cold, train-delayed meal.

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you sit across from him at his desk, your gaze flickering between his face and his plate as he finishes the home-cooked meal.

you both alternate talking about each others day, your hands fiddling with the tie you had taken off of him earlier. the memory still fresh, zayne’s scientific mind needing time to properly dissect why that impacted him as much as it did.

at last, he put his fork down — leaving nary a crumb on the plate. he licked his lips and stood up.

with thirty minutes still left of his lunch break, he wanted to make the most of it and makes his best attempt to brush off the indecent thoughts that plagued him.

he couldn’t taint this moment. needing to spend it with the missing piece of his puzzle whom he hadn’t seen in four days.

but, call it the lingering tension in the room… you found yourself struggling to stay on course too.

you just couldn’t help but stare at your disheveled doctor as he walked over to the coat rack and slid the fabric off of his shoulders slowly, over the bulge of his biceps, back muscles stretching, visible through the sheer white material of his dress shirt underneath.

and you swear you didn’t mean to, but you ogle him as he hiked the cuffs of his sleeves up near his elbows.

you’re hating to admit it, not wanting to sully a perfectly innocent meeting with these thoughts. but maybe the time apart had created another desire… a more unsavory one that flooded your mind as he walked towards you.

less than a foot away from you now, hair still fluffed out from his grueling shift, “are you feeling alright?” he asks while bending down, putting one hand on the arm rest of your chair, the other resting atop your forehead to check your temperature.

“your forehead is warm… and your cheeks are a light shade of red.” his face now inches away from your own, his breath fanning across your lips as he speaks on your potential health concerns, a frown quickly forming on them.

he’s about to back away, “hold on. let me get the thermometer so we can properly assess this.” and you hastily grab his wrist.

his brows furrowed slightly with obvious confusion and your cheeks lit up even more, embarrassed by the situation at play. your grip on his wrist loosens…

“no… there’s no need- i promise.” eyebrows still in the same position, zayne ponders the hesitation on your face and the meek expression.

“if it’s about me being on break, please know I have a civic obligation to act in the case of medical emergencies like this.” he says teasingly, which draws a chuckle from you.

“ah.. well then, how can i refuse my doctors expert care in such a critical state?” your eyes start to wander about his arms, suddenly the undone button and his tall frame leaning over you giving way to a new view of his bare chest too.

“please, save me dr. zayne.” it comes out theatrical, and you cant help but smile, your cheeks still a bit warm.

it’s easier for him to piece it together now, noticing your extended looks at his forearms and upper body, figuring out the mystery of the flushed face and raised body temperature.

realizing the thoughts that plagued him before are now infecting you too.

and he draws closer again. pulling away from the hold you had on his wrist, only to grab yours instead.

his other hand back on the arm rest, practically caging you in.

“i don’t think i should legally admit this, but you are my favorite patient. so i feel i should be even more diligent with my care here.” his head tilts to the side a bit. “if that’s alright with you…” the words laced with a seductive quality.

you can feel the heat returning and rushing up your body again. he leans in closer now, his breath ghosting next to your ear, rousing goosebumps along your skin.

“could you indulge me in that way?”

the heat envelops you now, melting under his warm gaze and half-hooded eyes. suddenly this wholesome encounter has turned into something much more daring.

“which way would that be, doctor?” your voice is gentle, but potent and so is the effect it has on him.

the hand on your wrist slides up and cups your face, he traces your jawline and then draws over your lips with this thumb.

“I can think of a number of treatments at the moment…” his voice trails as he leans in and meets his lips with your own.

‘…soft.’ he thinks to himself as he presses slow and passionate kisses against your mouth.

It’s slow in pace, but deep in need. your arms reaching upwards and hooking around his neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

you press your tongue against his bottom lip, asking for entry, and he’s quick to grant it. your tongues now dancing together, the heat intensifying as you feel it in your core.

separating only for a moment to catch your breaths, a string of saliva still holding the connection between you.

you notice his glasses are slightly tilted on his nose, earning a giggle out of you. your hands move down his neck to fix them, but before you can act fast enough he takes them off in one swift motion and reattaches his lips onto yours, somewhat hungrily.

he catches you off guard and you can tell — he’s needy.

there’s a flame within both of you that’s been ignited now, and it feels like there’s only one way to cool it down.

his lips are drifting off yours, angling his head so he’s kissing your cheek, then down your jaw line, moving towards your neck as he lingers in certain places to nibble gently at the smooth skin.

you let out a soft mewl as his teeth catch on your skin and he backs away softly to check that you’re okay.

regardless of how needy he may be or how much anticipation he’s built up, zayne would never put his own whims before your well-being, and that’s just the kind of partner he’s always been.

the kind of lover who’s caring and diligent, soft and yet firm where he needs to be, constantly putting you on a pedestal. wanting to give you the kind of life royalty deserves, because thats truly what you are to him, like a princess worthy of his devotion.

it only pushes your desire and you give him a shy smile, running your hands through his hair as he shifts his attention back to your neck, relieved and focused once more.

the skin on his nape feeling warm where it’s typically cool to the touch, and you get lost in the feeling of his warmth with the messiness of the slobbering kisses adorning your neck.

he glides his arms down your body, wrapping them around the apex of your thighs as he picks you up. his mouth still at work on your collarbone now as he walks over to the bigger office chair behind his desk.

he sits himself down and you’re placed in a straddling position on his lap, more comfortable and feeling much more intimate than before. yet somehow still not enough…

wanting to feel more of him, you scoot up and hear him let out a low groan as you’re hit with the sensation of the bulge in his slacks.

the noise replays in your head, cheeks flushing with the intoxicating feeling that you have such an impact on his pleasure, and you instinctively roll your hips against him.

a more guttural groan now coming out of him as he snaps his head back.

“that’s…. ngh… wait.” his eyes closed and jaw clenched, the hold on your thighs tightening, only inspiring another roll, when you feel the edge of his tip press against your clit.

a soft moan leaving your lips, as you try desperately to recreate the feeling, eagerly dry humping zayne — not yet noticing the look he’s giving you, one full of yearning and desire, that on its own could push you to the edge.

just as your pushing up for nth time, zayne thrusts his hips up, making you both groan in ecstasy.

you’re both so pent up. his hands move to grip your hips and push them in sync with his thrusts, the movements aligning almost too perfectly. moans and grunts filling the room, except when muffled by your sporadic kisses.

its too much, for the both of you. you can feel zayne’s hips losing rhythm and hear him panting more frantically. its tantalizing.

he imagines you both in the comfort of his apartment, in the same position except fully nude. thrusting up into you, deeply and with an unmatched intensity. wanting to pleasure you to new extremes, push you to new limits.

in his own imagination, he’s the after thought, only wanting to hear those sweet sounds that come out of you when he makes you feel good. knowing that he made it happen.

after the first time he heard your moans of pleasure, he felt as though they dripped off your lips like honey. the sweetest nectar in the world, mixing with the wet squelching of his cock thrusting in and out of your dripping wet hole.

he just wanted to ravish you over… and over… and over… with the sole purpose of having those glorious sounds bless his ears again.

when your schedules permitted it, he’d show you just how badly he needed that, but for right now. this was enough.

even being near you was enough, being able to see, touch, smell, and taste you was enough. and having you grind up against him repeatedly while moaning his name was certainly more than enough.

you’re feeling the tension building that familiar knot in your core, chasing the impending orgasm more rapidly, unable to form full thoughts as you keep grinding animalistically.

“zayne… im—ah—gonna cum- mmh!” you cry out as your release finally hits, washing over you in a dizzying feeling of pleasure and satisfaction, hips slowing their pace.

zayne looks so frazzled and dazed, not wanting to take his eyes off of you as you unravel on top of him, but forced to when he’s overloaded with the pleasure of each thrust rubbing his hard member on your clothed pussy — and he finally reaches his climax.

you lay limp on top of him, pulling him into a warm embrace as you come down from your high.

he follows suit, and wraps his arms around your waist, panting exasperatedly.

he starts leaving a trail of kisses against your neck, making the hairs on your skin stand up from the contact, before nuzzling into it and speaking — “i missed you, every part of you, so much.” — landing another kiss on you, “being away from you… is insufferable.”

he’s so smitten with you its impossible not to gush at the words of adoration. raking your hands through his hair again you respond back, “i feel the same way. i miss you every second we’re apart zayne.”

the corners of your mouth curve upwards into a satisfied smile, and still in your embrace, he rests his forehead on yours before pulling you in for another kiss, holding onto you like you’ll run away if he doesn’t.

silly doctor.

there’s not a reason in the world that you’d ever run away from him.

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