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midnight-wood · 21 days ago

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zayne x reader (if you wanna be MC, be MC)

wc: 2k (just a quick drabble, im a filthy liar)

AO3

warnings: fem!reader, fingering, nipple play, penetrative (p in v) sex (be smarter than me and my tho(ugh)ts, use protection), ovulation, breeding kink, pet names (love, momma), established relationship, lmk if I missed something but I tried

swollen.

tender.

hot.

you woke up feeling swollen and uncomfortable, a little too warm for your liking too.

you knew it was on the way. you counted your days, took your tests, hell, you even kept track of your internal temperature at night. this day was known. didn’t make it any easier, though.

one outstretched hand made contact with your lover’s chest and that was enough for you to drag yourself over to him and make this his problem.

you hauled yourself onto zayne’s chest and immediately nuzzled into the crook of his neck, enjoying the coolness of his skin against yours. thank goodness he ran a little warm and usually slept only half covered.

“where does it hurt?” he managed to rasp out, arms circling around your figure, hands moving with practiced ease, waiting for a pain response.

you placed a few kisses down his collarbone, chaste for now, but the slightest hint of teeth at the base of his throat told him what was wrong.

“oh” even half a sleep his clinician’s mind was working, doing the math, checking his mental notes about you. “let me help you, love”

zayne took his hands off your skin for the briefest moment. you whined at the loss of contact, never mind that you were pressed chest to chest, legs intertwined below the covers.

his cold hands returned to your feverish skin, eliciting a shiver from you. “so cold” you whispered out, relishing how his hands felt on the base of your breasts. he never liked to use his evol directly on you, but being your personal ice pack had its advantages. namely, the sounds you’d make as your pain resolved and the feeling of your skin under his hands.

“a little sensitive this morning?” he placed a kiss to the crown of your head.

you nodded back at him, “hurts there” it was nothing more than a whine at this point. part of your swelling problem was your breasts, bras had slowly become more uncomfortable over the last few days. but now, you were starting to melt under his ministrations, the ache in your chest settling down.

zayne rolled the pair of you onto your sides. able to reach more of you this way, his skilled hands quickly cupped your breasts and his fingers started to toy with your nipples.

“ohhhhhh” whatever thought you thought you’d had was gone, replaced with zayne.

he couldn’t help the smile that graced his features as he started to scoot down the bed, putting his face level with your chest. just a quick kiss to the top of your sternum, then the left, the right, and finally he nuzzled between them, a contented hum rumbling from his chest.

zayne looked up at you, sparkling green eyes meeting your own, hazy from just his touch, “how are you feeling?”

“g-good” it was barely more than a breath, but you were still managing to get words out. he took that as a good sign and kept going.

with his eyes still locked on yours, he wrapped his lips around your nipple, applying just enough pressure for you to feel tingles run down your abdomen, his fingers still toying with the other. you couldn’t stop the involuntary buck of your hips, your discomfort not quite subsiding, but starting to burn as something new, something more.

“zayne, please” his eyes shut as you said his name, the quietest moan of his own leaking out against your skin.

“please what?” he didn’t even fully take his lips off your skin, choosing to keep the corner of his mouth anchored to you, the words scattered over your chest.

he switched nipples, eyes locking back on yours, waiting to hear your request. “i can’t help you, if i don’t know what you want” he continued to suck on your chest, alternating between leaving love bites and bathing your nipples with attention. zayne is a patient man, he could wait for your brain to come up with something.

“please” this one left as a gasp, his sucks becoming harder, focused on pulling noises from you, distracting you “need you, lower”

“lower?” he let his hands trail down to your hips, lips never leaving your chest.

your hips bucked again, his fingertips tickling your sides, his mouth making every train of thought you had derail. “please” you urged him one more time.

oh, he could stand to hear that a thousand more times, your sweet voice, hoarse with want for him. but instead of making you beg for it, he took mercy on you and moved one of his hands to where you needed him most.

although he was no longer using his evol, zayne’s fingers were still cool against your heated flesh. you couldn’t stop the hiss from leaving your mouth if you wanted.

“so wet” he murmured into your skin, fingers stroking you and gathering wetness to rub ever so lightly against your clit “my poor little love, no wonder you’re so uncomfortable.”

you had thrown your head back as his fingers continued to brush against you, not even sure you’d actually heard what he’d said. “zayne, please, please” he’d timed his circles, fingers and mouth, together to tease you “need you, inside, please”

“there we go” he slowly slid his hand toward your entrance, fingers trailing along your flesh “that’s what you’ve really wanted since you woke up, huh?”

slowly, oh so slowly, he pushed his middle finger inside you “mmm, so warm” he kept pushing until you could feel the cold of his ring press against you, a startling contrast to how warm his hand had finally become “so wet” his voice had picked up the slightest edge, like you weren’t the only one affected this morning.

he started up a slow but steady rhythm, pausing his ministrations on your chest to watch your face for just a moment. watching for any discomfort, any signs of anything other than pleasure.

when you opened your eyes, he decided to add another finger, his thumb brushing against your clit again. your eyes closed against your will. “eyes on me” zayne had pillowed his chin against your chest, watching you closely.

you opened your eyes to take the sight of him in. his usually neat hair rumpled from sleep, his eyes glassy with want, lips swollen from his attack on your breasts. the sight alone had you clenching around his fingers, zayne looking wrecked, for you.

“i think that’s enough of that” he pulled his hand from you and brought it to his mouth, quickly cleaning his fingers.

“no” zayne chuckled at you whining at the sensation of loss.

“i’ve got something better, don’t fret” zayne pushed you onto your back, your legs immediately starting to lock around him, not wanting to lose contact.

he pushed himself up to lean over you, eyes looking into yours. you could feel how hard he was against your thigh, a drop of precum wiping against your skin.

your lips met, the taste of yourself faint on his tongue. a hum of satisfaction started in your chest and ended in his, the two of you just enjoying being close to each other and unhurried.

“need you, zayne” you brushed your thumb across his lips, hand cupping his face. he nuzzled into the touch, his knees starting to spread your legs so he could slot his hips against yours.

“please” it was like a plea, a prayer, and an admission all in one syllable.

he leaned in for another quick kiss “as you wish, my love”

slowly, slower even than we he pushed his finger into you, he eased himself inside, moaning into your mouth.

"ohhhh so perfect" he stilled for just a second, enjoying feeling you around him. "so perfect, been waiting for this day all week."

he started to thrust into you, your hands going to his shoulders, nails digging in to those perfectly sculpted muscles.

"fuck" zayne never really swore or had too filthy of a mouth, until he was inside you. then he couldn't stop.

"been waiting all. week." he made sure to punctuate the last two words with his hips, letting you feel him start to graze your most sensitive spot.

you just looked at him, a little dumbfounded and unsure if you were hearing what he was really saying. you knew he kept track of your cycles, knew he was almost too familiar with your personal calendar. the two of you had had the conversation, but you almost didn't believe it when you heard the words fall from his lips and onto yours.

"gonna make you such-" he paused for a moan as you clenched around him, excited to hear the words from him "such a pretty momma"

he continued to roll his hips into you, each thrust causing his tip to kiss that soft spongy spot inside of you that made you see and feel stars. "the prettiest - fuck"

you could no longer sit still, you had to meet his thrusts with your own, had to feel him deeper, needed it. "zayne, please, please, please"

"can't wait to see you, glowing" he paused this time for your moans, not letting his own words interrupt them gracing his ears. "growing round, with my child - mmm, fuck - our child"

he pressed into you like a man possessed "your chest is going to be so swollen" he was relentless, hips never faltering. "gonna have to take good care of such a pretty, pretty momma"

you could only nod in agreement, nails leaving little crescents on his skin. finally you found your voice, "yes, yes, zayne. want it, want you" he pulled another moan from you as his fingers started to draw quick circles on your clit.

"so close, my love" he'd adjusted to a new angle, hitting not just your sweet spot, but another spot within you that felt so good it almost hurt.

"don't stop" came out in one quick breath. you were teetering on that edge, waiting for him to push you over.

"never" you swore he'd be the death of you one day. "cum for me, my love. cum all over my cock. milk me for all i'm worth, make a mess" he was babbling, close to his end. but it was more than enough to push you to yours.

you came with a strangled moan, pulsing around zayne, your hips never ceasing to meet his, pulling him down with you.

by the time you had both recovered enough mental capacity to move again, you were a tangle of sweat sheened skin, chests still heaving from your bout of cardio. zayne had collapsed onto you slightly, the majority of his weight on his knees and elbows, but his forehead pressed to your skin.

"can't pull out just yet" he shivered as you clenched around him again, both of you starting to verge into overstimulation "have to give it time to stick"

you let out a small laugh. unbeknownst to you, once you had agreed that you want children, zayne started reading every academic article he could about conception. if it would even raise the chances by 1%, he was willing to try it.

he finally raised his head, and started to ease back onto his knees, slowly, carefully pulling out of you. he was quick to lift your hips, giving gravity a chance to help by placing a pillow underneath you. he was quicker still to use his fingers to start pushing your combined releases back into you.

"can't let it go to waste, my love" he pressed a chaste kiss to your temple, a dirty contrast to the lewd sounds he was causing at your entrance.

you moaned from the contact "no, no, can't waste it" you could feel your knees shaking with each brush of his thumb against your clit, each pass of his fingers into your heat.

"feeling better now, love?" zayne's hand finally stilled and he looked at you, a far too pleased smile on his face, like you'd let him eat every available macaron in the house and he'd skipped the toothache.

"much, so much better" and you actually did, there was nothing the rush of endorphins couldn't overcome.

"excellent, how about a shower and round 2?"

you gasped as zayne pulled you off the bed and to your feet. yes, please, that did sound excellent.

a/n: yayyyyyyy, you made it! sorry about all that. i, uh, got dreams/problems and if zayne has the same ones, we're not gonna talk about it. feedback appreciated! again, minors/ageless blogs DNI. here and AO3 are the only places this will be posted. please do not repost. 🖤

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