Confused-MC

♡ 𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐗…𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀~

♬⋆.˚ 𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓷 ‎♪ 🔪

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥. 𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

🔪 featuring {separate}: 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 🔪 tw: yandere content 𝜗𝜚 murder duh 𝜗𝜚 drugging 𝜗𝜚 jealous sex 𝜗𝜚 noncon 𝜗𝜚 size kink 𝜗𝜚 fear play 𝜗𝜚 kidnapping 𝜗𝜚 scent kink 𝜗𝜚 they're psycho 𝜗𝜚 lovebombing 𝜗𝜚 cherry poppin' 𝜗𝜚 blood kink 𝜗𝜚 sex after murder?? 𝜗𝜚 this lwk kinda scary 𝜗𝜚 aphrodisiacs 𝜗𝜚 full nelson 𝜗𝜚 🔪 an: her new boyfriend nexttt how'd I get hereeee?? 👀

🔪 CHILDE — Shits n' Giggles

Maybe if you don’t move, he won’t see you

You’re crouched between two crates, knees pulled to your chest, barely breathing. Your hands are clamped so tight over your mouth that your teeth are digging into your palm.

You saw it. 

You saw Ajax laugh while he carved the man you were seeing apart. The way the hydro blades slashed n’ ripped.

Witnessing the moment your boyfriend stopped screaming, and he just kept laughing, louder and louder.

And then he looked right at you. 

this is such a great question, because i recall seeing night of secrecy for the first time and my biggest question was: why the fuck is he telling her not to look????

he's always so intent on having her attention and entire being focused on him, let alone her eyes on him. Everything he does is to grab her attention, her interest, her heart, to pull her closer to his world of shadows, even as he lets her pull him closer to her world of light in this lifetime.

So why would he tell her to close her eyes???

And I wonder now, seeing the contrast between the two cards, if it was his lingering uncertainty, insecurity, and hesitation driving him to tell her to close her eyes during their first night together. we know he was in doubtful awe, as evidenced by his repeated 'do you really want me to stay?' 'i hope you don't change your mind' etc, that he couldn't quite believe that she was finally being honest and actively reciprocating his feelings. Perhaps paired with that uncertainty, he was doing what he always does: plan for contingencies and mitigate risks. because no matter how reckless sylus seems to be, he is the ultimate master of planning so meticulously that the only outcome of any given situation is the outcome that he desires. and with his first night with mc, he wanted it to be perfect for her, to not scare her away, to make her feel so much pleasure and safety that she would come back for more, again and again. and perhaps he was worried that some of his control would slip, and she'd see something that would scare her: maybe the intensity of his desire and devotion in his eyes, in his furrowed brow, lifetimes' worth of struggle and perseverance culminating in finally getting her acceptance again? another thought was perhaps it's something simpler, sillier, since this is a sci-fi magical nonsense game--maybe he didn't want her to see him lose control, resulting in his dragon-lizard pupils slitting or his wings flaring behind him, his archfiend fangs sprouting, etc. He says so often even in the main storyline that his body isn't real, that it's all an illusion, and i always wonder if he's just waltzing through the n109 zone masking his non-human features for the sake of convenience.

So I think that he tells her this in NoS in order to mitigate the risk of him scaring the hell out of her with either his utter focus and seriousness about her when they had only just started dating or his non-human physicality.

And then of course, we're over a year later with darkbound souls, they're relationship has grown and deepened a lot in the interim, he's feeling much more secure in both his relationship with her and has a handle on her desires, so he's less cautious in their interactions. and of course, sylus's desire has always been that she looks at him, sees him for who he is, accepts him, and cherishes him. the only person who ever has done so, unequivocally.

An elevator encounter, a growing connection at the gym, and a spark of jealousy set the stage for emotions that refuse to stay buried.

*Remember each LI has their own girl (see chapter one for reference) and there will be medical inaccuracies because I'm not a doctor, I just work with them, so if you are a doctor, a nurse or a med student don't judge me too much 🫣.

Chapter 1 here Chapter 2 here Chapter 3 here

By the time you finally stepped into the elevator, your feet were killing you.

The last procedure had lasted nearly six hours, and you were fairly certain you hadn't sat down once since the beginning of your shift. All you wanted was five uninterrupted minutes of peace before someone inevitably paged you back into an operating room.

The universe had other plans.

The doors were already beginning to close when a familiar hand slipped between them, forcing them back open.

You didn't need to look up to know who it was.

Dr. Zayne Li stepped inside without a word.

The flight manual never treats asking for help as a failure. Life is the same. When the pressure feels overwhelming, say the following without feeling any shame: "I need help."

Being independent doesn't mean you have to deal with everything alone.

I believe in you. And I'll always be your control tower.

Caleb will always be here for you."

😭😭😭😭😭😭

This is why Caleb owns my whole heart.

Because the truth is, there have been days when I felt exactly like that. Lost in turbulence. Unable to see clearly. Holding everything together with shaking hands while pretending I was fine.

"I need help."

Three words so many of us struggle to say, because most people praise independence.

Caleb isn't speaking as someone who's never been afraid. He's speaking as someone who knows what fear feels like, he knows what it's like to hear your heartbeat speeding up and wonder if you're still in control and instead of being disappointed in weakness he treats vulnerability like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"I'll always be your control tower."

Control towers don't fly the plane for you, they don't make the turbulence disappear. It just stays there, a steady voice in the darkness, guiding, watching and answering when you call.

Maybe that's why this hurts so much. Because so many of us have spent our lives feeling like we had to survive everything alone. So many of us know what it's like to desperately wish someone would notice we're struggling before we crash.

Then Caleb says he'll be there.

Not only when you're strong, smiling or when you're easy to love, but also when you're scared, overwhelmed and lost.

And for a moment, the idea that someone would stay on the other end of the radio no matter how bad the weather gets feels almost unbearably beautiful.

"JACKPOT!"

🍎 Caleb x MC from hit game, ✨Love And Devil May Cope✨

zayne believes in consequences. so, when you decide not to behave tonight, he simply delivers your punishment.

right now, you’re hovering over his lap, your thighs shaking so hard you can barely keep your balance. he’s already used his stupidly long fingers to make you cum three times, leaving your cunt feeling raw, dripping wet and so sensitive that the friction of your own movement feels like a shock.

and now your punishment, it seems, is to ride his cock until you fucking can’t.

“z-zayne...i don’t...i can’t,” you whimper, tears stinging your eyes. you try to lower yourself but the head of his cock stretches your aching walls so intensely that you immediately freeze, crying out from the sheer fullness of him.

zayne lies perfectly still beneath you. he looks up at your flushed face, his expression entirely calm with a slight upturn of his lips, even though his own cock is twitching inside you, tip leaking with pre cum.

without a word, he reaches over to the nightstand. the familiar clink of his stethoscope makes your heart race.

“sit still,” zayne says, voice low and steady.

he puts the earpieces in and then the freezing steel of the stethoscope presses right against your bare chest.

the icy metal against your flushed hot skin makes you gasp. your cunt instantly clamps down, squeezing his cock like a vice. a heavy groan escapes zayne as you tighten around him.

“your pulse is too fast,” zayne murmurs, his eyes locked onto your face, reading every flicker of your expression. “your heart is pounding. it’s all for me, yes?”

the audacity to even ask, you think.

“because of you,” you sob, trying to lift your lips to escape this agonizing pleasure. “p-please... zayne, let me stop..”

“no,” zayne replies softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. oh fuck you. you want to say it out so badly, but you precisely know what position that’d leave you in, so you don’t.

​his thick cock buries itself completely inside your soaking wet cunt, bottoming out inside you. a broken, breathless wail escapes your lips as you slump against his chestt, completely ruined by the friction.

​zayne keeps the stethoscope pressed firmly over your racing heart listening to the chaotic, rapid thumping spike to a dangerous peak as he fills you to the brim.

I'm having thoughts on how you meet the LADs LIs in a modern AU, no evols, no past lives, no mysterious connections to each other, just regular meet-cutes (or perhaps more like meet-ugly in some cases). Please note MC is not a separate character in this scenario, it’s just you and the boys (*^▽^*) Enjoy~

Xavier

You meet Xavier on a blind date your friend set up for you at a hotpot place. It’s been a while since you’ve been out with anyone—thus your friend insisting on you meeting this new guy she’s sure is a perfect fit for you—so you’re a bit nervous and you end up arriving early. Figuring you might as well get the two of you a table, you take a seat while keeping your eyes on the door, anxiously bouncing your leg under the table as you message your date to let him know you’re here.

A man enters, at least 6 feet tall and with a head of blonde hair, which matches the description you were given when this was all set up, so you merrily wave him over. He pauses and seems to look confused for moment—oh God, what if your friend hyped you up too much and now he’s disappointed—but he obligingly comes over and you shove the menu into his hands and usher him to sit down. You pour him some water from the jug on the table as you ask how his journey was, and he replies it was fine, albeit a little stiltedly.

For Caleb, he's not someone who puts his desire over logical priority i.e. MC's absolute safety. He can put up with her hating him as long as she's protected and alive. He never thought he could be loved and wanted by her anyway, so why bother?

Hiii sorry for the late answer but here you go, thank you for being patient!!

Hi everyone!! This is a fic I came up with off a whim LOL Actually my first time ever writing fan fiction, but I had to go out for Zaynie. I hope you enjoy!! 🩵

~mdni 🔞~

Tags: Zayne x reader, established relationship, body worship, self conscious reader, praise kink, inappropriate use of evol (just a tad), breeding kink if you squint, fluffy, smut, oral sex, p in v sex, cream pie CMON NOW

Synopsis: After following Dr. Zayne’s orders, you wanted a reward for your good behavior. Little did you know the reward he had in mind far exceeded what you expected. Luckily, your loving doctor knows just how to treat you when you get in over your head.

(p.s. there are a few song suggestions during the smut scene for the full immersion, but not required)

12,898 words

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It was Friday morning when you hopped out of bed, just as chipper as ever. Today was your check up appointment with your Zaynie, or “Dr. Zayne” when you’re in the hospital. Zayne has been your doctor for years, he’s the best there is when it comes to the heart. Unfortunately, your monthly check up appointments usually consist of a gentle scolding as 90% of the time you come battered and bruised from fighting wanderers. You were good at your job, truly, but mainly because you were never afraid to put yourself in danger for the sake of the mission. Sometimes you would go against standard protocol, resulting in more battle wounds than necessary. This, of course, made your loving doctor have to be more strict with you. You knew his lectures came from a place of concern. He loved you, unconditionally, and would never want to see you in any harm, but these injuries usually put more stress on your heart, which was already fairly unstable from the protocore syndrome. You knew all this, but still it never eases the twing of pain you get from seeing him disappointed.

This morning would be different. All month you have been on your P’s and Q’s, following protocol to a T when it comes to missions. For the most part, you would always be reluctant — or “stubborn” as Zayne would put it — about following doctor’s orders. He just didn’t understand that this was the way you’ve always done things, more careless than necessary; however, this time, you really wanted to please him. Rushing to get ready to see your favorite doctor felt less dreadful this time. Of course not because you didnt want to see Zayne, but because you knew with your appointments would come lectures. Today will be different you thought while doing your finishing touches and heading out the door.

~

Walking into Akso hospital, Yvonne immediately noticed the change in your mood from how you typically enter each month. “Good morning, Y/n, you seem to be in a good mood” the lovely receptionist chirped when you approached the front desk. You greeted her with a bright smile, “Hi Yvonne! I’m here for my 9 am with Dr. Zayne” She seemed a little confused by your buoyant voice and the lack of any noticeable bruises or marks, “Oh! Is that today? Let’s see…ah… yes! You’re all checked in. I believe Dr. Zayne is finishing up a consultation right now, but feel free to wait outside his office.”

“Thanks!” you responded and practically skipped off down the familiar hallway, of course not before grabbing some mint candies Yvonne had on her desk. You had to treat your sweet tooth doctor naturally.

Waiting outside Zayne’s office felt so different from the normal monthly checkups. While in the past, you would be bouncing your leg or picking at your fingers anxiously, knowing he would feel upset seeing the state of your body, today you were bouncing with enthusiasm. No cuts, no bruises, regular exercise, and even keeping up with his dietary suggestions for proper nutrition all month long has you actually excited for this checkup. You were proud of yourself, and you knew Zayne would be too.

The door swung open as his previous consultation patient left Zayne’s office. “Dr. Zayne said you can come in, we just finished.” the patient kindly informed you. Walking into his office, you could see the tired look on Zayne’s face. He had mentioned having to do more late nights at the hospital and you can see how the extra hours have taken a toll on him. His eyebrows were furrowed together while his fingers pressed on his temples. It looked like he was finishing up the notes from his previous consultation. You shut the door behind you, relieved to see the lovely, familiar face before you. “Good morning, Dr. Zayne” you said in a sugary voice. He looked up then, instantly recognizing your voice, and you could see the tension leave his body as his eyes immediately softened in your direction.

“Good morning, my love” Zayne softly spoke as he got up to greet you.

This was your favorite part of the checkups, before Zayne went into that clinical “doctor mode” that everyone in the hospital knew him for. In this office, for these few minutes before the check up began, he was just Zayne…your Zayne.

He quickly wrapped you in the strong embrace of his arms, by far the safest place you will ever be. You inhaled his scent, immediately comforted by his familiar fragrance. He smelled of floral — jasmine, which is his pet name for you— and something a little stronger, like a woody almost saffron like scent. All perfectly masked over the hint of antiseptic from working in a hospital.

You looked up at him with a big smile plastered on your face.

“I missed you Zaynie”

“I missed you too love” he replied while gently sweeping a stray lock of hair from your forehead behind your ear. He followed by placing a kiss on your forehead where the hair had previously been. “Are you ready to start your check up?”

“Yes!” you beamed, hoping he could feel your excitement. “But first…” Zayne watched as you reached in your pocket to pull out the two mint candies you grabbed from Yvonne’s desk. “I brought a treat for my favorite doctor.”

You watched him breathe out a gentle laugh. One that would’ve gone unnoticed had you not learned to pick up his subtle cues, like the slight upturn on his lips just at the corners and his eyes widening slightly at the first glance of the candies.

“Ahh so you’ve come to bribe your doctor? And with something you know very well I can’t resist. Very subtle, Miss Hunter.” he smirked as he stole one of the candles from your palm and popped it into his mouth. You chuckled at his reaction, he can be so sassy when he feels like it.

“Can’t I gift my doctor sweets without it being considered a bribe?” you said playfully, looking up at him with squinted eyes. “Maybe I should have kept them both for myself, and the big snowman can go sweetless.”

His smile grew wider then, maybe by a few degrees, but you always could tell. “No, I’m very grateful my jasmine.” he said sweetly, grabbing your other candyless hand. You blushed at the nickname, wanting to avoid his eyes, so he couldn’t tell the effect he had on you. Of course, he immediately noticed your aversion. “But shouldn’t you know by now…” he grabbed your chin to face you back to him “…that you are by far, the best sweet I will ever have.” With that, he gently lifted your chin, placing the lightest kiss on your lips. You melted at his touch, he always knows exactly what to say to make you swoon. When his lips left yours, you were breathless. “Now, are you ready to start your check up?” he looked at your dazed reaction from the kiss, amused at how easily you react to his touch. You were still speechless, looking up at him to respond with a simple nod as he led you to the examination table.

~

The check up began as usual: weight and height recordings, blood pressure check, reflex tests, eyes and ears, all part of the normal routine. You were used to this after all considering this has become your monthly routine for the past two years since you started seeing Zayne. When he reached for his stethoscope to check your heart and breathing sounds, this is when you would get nervous because usually the questions began; however, this time your heart raced a little in anticipation, rather than anxiety. Zayne had noticed something a little different with you today, ever the observant doctor. You’re sure he picked up that you weren’t limping into his office like last month, or bandaged up from a wanderer blast to the arm like a few months prior. At this point in the checkup, Zayne would usually find out about any other injuries hidden from plain sight.

You tried to resist squirming in your chair as he began listening to your heart. Up this close, you could see Zayne fully in “doctor mode”. The hard set lines on his face easily showed that he was focused on carefully listening to your heart. He removed the stethoscope, letting it rest around his neck as he assessed you. “Your heart rate is slightly elevated today. Any hidden injuries I should know about?”

“Noooo” you dragged out with an impish grin.

Maybe it was the sound of your voice, but he wasn’t convinced. He simply looked at you, one eyebrow raised, as he repeated back to you “No?” He was silent after that, clearly waiting for you to admit defeat.

“No, Dr. Zayne. I promise! I wanted to try something different this month at the Hunter’s Association” you chuckled, looking away in slight embarrassment under his watchful gaze. “I guess you can say I actually followed protocol this time, so no hidden injuries.”

Zayne just looked at you, taken aback? Almost as if he was struggling to believe you. You couldn’t even be offended by his reluctance, he had heard this tale many times before, but you would alway crack under pressure, revealing some scar or some internal bruising that you unnecessarily would get from your missions

You sighed at his reaction, “ Look you can even check with Chief Jenna. I mean it this time, no injuries.”

Zayne quickly recovered, looking a little guilty as he was hesitant to believe you in the beginning. “Well..” he began, then cleared his throat, “good. I am very pleased to hear that.”

You smiled at that, very happy to hear him praise you. It felt like there were butterflies in your stomach knowing you had satisfied him.

He continued on with his usual questions. “How has your water intake been lately?”

“Great! I recently found one of those water bottles that tracks how much water you drink and I try to finish that daily.” It felt so good to tell him your progress, knowing you weren’t in for a lecture since you followed his orders.

“That’s great to hear, Y/n. And your nutrition? Have you been following my suggestions?”

Zayne would always harp on your nutrition, preaching how proper food can help heart conditions. More fiber, more antioxidants, whole grains, etc. It was difficult to stick with. You would rather eat out or just skip a meal if you came home too tired.

“Yep” you replied, making an emphasis on the “p” sound as it left your mouth in a pop. “I even tried all the recipes you sent and never skipped a meal.”

His mouth curved up at your response. The slightest smile on his lips as he looked at you. “It seems you really did follow doctors orders this time. I’m very impressed.”

Your smile grew ten times as big at his praise. This was exactly what you were looking forward to. You wanted to make him proud of your progress.

“I think this concludes our check up then. I have no notes, just keep doing what you’re doing” he spoke as he removed the stethoscope from

his neck, placing it on the table behind him. He stopped his movements abruptly to look back at you “I’m proud of you Y/n. It makes me happy to see you in good health.”

Annnndddd there it is. The smile on your face was as bright as ever. He was proud of you. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking how you wanted more. Maybe it was the subtle pull in your lower stomach or the slight squeeze of your legs together, but you wanted this praise to continue a little longer.

He diligently finished cleaning up his medical

supplies and returned to his desk. You sat there watching him, thinking of ways you could

possibly get this to drag out. “Yvonne can get you scheduled for your next appointment, does the third Friday of the month work for you?” he asked while looking through the planner on his desk.

“Yes, I can do that.” you replied, and while he began typing in his computer for your appointment details, it hit you then.

“Ummm, Dr. Zayne…” you said hesitantly, trying to think of the best way to phrase your question. He simply responded with a hmm, allowing you to continue, as he was still typing away on the keyboard.

“I was wondering…since I did so well today….can I get a reward?”

He instantly stopped typing, turning to fully face you now. You could tell he was amused by your question as he had this ridiculous smirk on his face. “A reward?” he prodded, hoping you would continue your reasoning.

“It’s just…well…I was thinking since I followed all of your orders. I should get some reward for this. I mean this is a complete turnaround from our usual appointments.” You felt silly as the words left your lips, slightly embarrassed now. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything. His soft chuckling definitely didn’t help your embarrassment.

He stood now, circling his desk so he was directly in front of you, now leaning against the edge. “My love, if a reward was all it would take to get you to follow doctors orders, then I would have started with that months ago.” He was obviously entertained by all of this, which made you wish you never said anything in the first place.

“Forget it, it was a stupid idea and I—“

“No, no, it isn’t stupid” he abruptly cut you off, moving from off his desk to tower over you. “Now that I think about it, I guess you do deserve a reward.” He grabbed your chin, guiding you to look up at him as he gently swiped his thumb across your jaw. “Tell me, my jasmine. What would you like your reward to be?”

Fuck. You cursed to yourself. It should be illegal for him to make you feel like this. You were suddenly at a loss for words as you opened your mouth to speak.

“I think…” you started.

“Hmm?” he probed, lifting your chin even higher. You were gonna melt into a human puddle if he kept this up. How the hell were you supposed to even breathe , let alone speak.

Your brows furrowed slightly, clearly frustrated at your inability to speak. “I’m not sure okay” sighing in defeat, you tried to continue “I just was hoping you could give me a reward since i’ve been on my best behavior.” You turned your frustration into pleading by giving him your best puppy eyes, knowing how quickly he folds at this.

His smirk grew by a few inches the moment he saw your eyes. Bingo. This always works on him. He released you then, silently laughing to himself.

“Alright, alright” he said walking back around to his desk. “I have an idea of what you want. How about you spend the rest of the day at my house and when I get home, I can properly reward you.” You didn’t miss the way he accentuated properly and if you didn’t look like a dog wagging its tail before , you sure as hell do now. Your smile stretched from ear to ear at the thought of spending the rest of the day at Zaynes.

“You still have a spare key right?”

“Yep!” you responded, rather hastily, and pulled out your key ring showing the spare Zayne gave you after you first started dating. A light blue key with a little snowflake on it dangled from the key ring you spun around your finger.

He softly smiled back at you, pleased with your reaction. “Great, then I shall see you later tonight. I expect to be home around 7 pm., assuming all goes well at the hospital of course.”

“Sounds good! Bye Zaynie, I love you!” you whistled as you walked enthusiastically to the door. You can hear his sweet chuckling from behind you as he was quick to respond “I love you, my jasmine. See you soon.”

The blush on your face couldn’t have been more noticeable as you walked down the halls of Akso hospital, eager to get to Zayne’s where you would wait impatiently for your reward.

~

It was around 4 pm when you heard a knock on Zayne’s door. You had been thoroughly distracted, trying to pass the time by playing Tomadachi Life on Zayne’s nintendo switch. The two of you were avid game players, constantly looking forward to new releases of Mortal Kombat, Mario Party, and even Legend of Zelda. Zayne knew how much you loved The Sims, so when Tomadachi Life released, he made sure to get it for you.

You hadn’t expected any visitors and it was way too early for Zayne to be home — besides he wouldn’t knock on the door of his own home. You checked your phone, where you saw two missed messages from Zayne:

~ 3:30 p.m.

Mr. Frosty ❄️: Hi love. It looks like I won’t be out of the hospital until 8 p.m. There is an emergency bypass surgery I must attend to. There are leftovers in the fridge, feel free to eat before I come home.

~ 3:36 p.m.

Mr. Frosty ❄️: Also, expect a delivery at the door in 30 minutes. Think of it as an appetizer to your reward tonight. See you soon. Love you.

Closing your phone, you quickly jump off the couch and padded your way across the living room to the front door. Upon opening the door, you were greeted to a delivery man holding a small brown package.

“Hello. I have a delivery for a Dr. Li? I just need a signature.” the delivery man said, holding out a small tablet for a signature.

“Yes, I’ll sign.” you replied, quickly scribbling your signature on the tablet. You watched as the delivery man nodded, giving you the package, then turning to head away from the house.

As soon as you shut the door, you scrambled in to the kitchen, placing the mysterious box onto Zayne’s freakishly large kitchen island. As many times as you’ve been in here, you still never can get used to the size of it. His vast luxury kitchen could never compare to your tiny apartment’s sorry excuse for a living space. The minute you opened the package your jaw dropped in awe at the present Zayne had gifted you.

A light blue babydoll dress lay folded neatly in the center of the small box, right underneath a white tag with your name beautifully signed on. It was the most gorgeous outfit you’ve ever seen. The dress was made of a sheer, light blue, mesh fabric, just barely stopping at where the belly button is. The cups were covered in white embroidery, where two snowflakes rest on either side, and accentuated with white lace around the perimeter. The piece was held together with light blue ribbon, tied into perfect bows on the front and both sides of the dress. Paired with it, was a pair of little shorts, the same material of the dress, with a small ruffle at the bottom of them. Hidden inside the shorts was probably the smallest pair of underwear you had ever seen. A light blue silk thong with a single white embroidered snowflake in the center.

(The visualize, this is what I was referencing: https://pin.it/5en0YPQqY)

You were absolutely stunned. Had Zayne really done this? You couldn’t even react fully to the dress because just underneath it, not even properly hidden away, was a bundle of satin rope, just a shade or two darker than the dress. It felt like your jaw hit the floor the moment you locked eyes on it. No way this was the package Zayne wanted you to have.

You remembered the little white tag with your name on it and hurried to flip it over. This had to be some sort of mistake. Sure enough on the back of the tag was a note:

“To my jasmine,

I hope you enjoy the first part of your reward. I couldn’t help but think of how beautiful you would look in this.

Wear this for me tonight and i’ll show you just how surgeons tie knots. 🤍

Love,

Zayne”

Oh. Okay so this really was for you. You had hoped from the way he said he knew what you wanted, that you were on the same page. Clearly, his ideas far exceeded your own. You grabbed your phone to snap a picture of the package on the island and texted Zayne.

~4:20 p.m.

You: Um, Zaynie…would you care to explain this??

You sent the text along with the picture of your gift and waited anxiously for his reply.

~4:35 p.m.

Mr. Frosty ❄️: You know it’s illegal to open other people’s mail right dear?

That little brat. Does he really get a kick out of messing with you?

You: Hahaha the snowman has jokes I see.

You: Now seriously what is this?

Mr. Frosty ❄️: I would never joke about the law. I already excused your bribe this morning, any more of this and I will be locked away with you.

You rolled your eyes at his response, watching the three little dots on the screen.

Mr. Frosty ❄️: The note should have explained myself. I hope you like it.

Mr. Frosty ❄️: I have to scrub in for surgery now. I will see you tonight, love. 🤍

Smiling giddily, you hurried to reply as you walked back to the living room.

You: I love it, thank you Zayne. I can’t wait to see you ;)

Sinking back onto the sofa now, you were still shocked at his plans for you tonight. That’s when you quickly realized, it was 5 p.m., which meant you only had a few hours to prepare yourself for tonight.

~

6:30 p.m.

An hour and a half later and you had just hopped out of your everything shower. You wanted to save the dress for last as you slipped on Zayne’s robe to start prepping for tonight. Sure, Zayne would appreciate anything you had on — or didn’t have on — but tonight felt special, so you wanted to match the attire. The two of you had spoken before about trying new things in the bedroom, searching up BDSM techniques and marking down what you both would be interested in, but you never thought today would be the day you tried them. Your body was tense with anxiety as you styled your hair, leaving it down in a light curl pattern.

‘This is crazy’ you muttered to yourself as you applied some light makeup to your face, grateful that Zayne suggested keeping some of your personal items at his place to save you the trouble of having to go home to get ready. He always wanted to spend as much time with you as possible in the little free time he had out of the hospital.

While coating your lashes in mascara, you slightly jumped at the sound of your phone dinging.

~7:30 p.m.

Mr. Frosty ❄️: Leaving the hospital now. Be there soon my love.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. You completely lost track of the time. He would be home in 30 mins and you still have to put on your outfit.

Why were you so nervous? It’s not like you and Zayne haven’t been intimate before, but this time is so different. You both were each others first and you had never experienced anything like this before. The outfit. The…rope. Lord, you had been so busy getting ready you completely forgotten about the rope. This definitely wasn’t helping you calm your nerves.

You hurried back to the counter, where the dress was still folded neatly, and quickly slipped it on. Luckily, it was a rather simple garment, with no unnecessary clasps or ties to figure out, so it was easy to get on — and take off.

Walking back to the bathroom, you took a deep breath before facing the mirror. You had seen models and posts of beautiful women in outfits like this before, but never did you think you would be the one to where something like it.

Upon first glance you were taken aback. The outfit was beautiful, sure, but something about it on your body looked a little off. You were curvier than the women you had seen in dresses like these, with bigger breasts that hung from gravity, rather than standing up at perfect attention. Your arms were bigger too, likely from the time you had spent fighting wanders, building muscle to help your agility and strength. Your lips began to curve downward as you looked yourself in the mirror. This was a gift from Zayne. You were grateful, of course, but the thought that you didn’t look the way you expected in this turned your anxiety sour. Would he even like this? You thought, turning around in the mirror so you could see the different sides of yourself.

You knew your body was different and as much as you tried to stick to body positivity, you couldn’t help being human from time to time. This is supposed to be an exciting event, so why did your chest feel tight? Would you disappoint him if he saw you in this? Would he see your sunken boobs and your belly poking out under the hem of the dress and feel let down? Like this wasn’t what he envisioned you to look like in it.

The negative thoughts began to swarm your mind, causing your eyes to water slightly. Checking your phone for the time, you realized Zayne would be here any minute.

‘No Y/n. This is your reward. Don’t ruin tonight with your own insecurities. I’m sure it’ll be alright.’ You tried to give yourself a pep talk to rid the negative thoughts swirling in your mind. You were his jasmine, and tonight he has dolled you up to be his perfect flower. But you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering. It felt like your petals were all wilted and your stem was short and stalky, rather than elegant and thin. Maybe it’s because you’ve never worn anything like this before, but you were hoping to feel more beautiful, and now it’s like your body has let you down.

You heard Zayne’s car pull up in the driveway. This was no time to feel like this. Zayne is here.

You quickly dabbed at your eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling — thank god for waterproof mascara — and grabbed the silken rope off the counter, where you would be waiting for Zayne perched in the middle of his bed.

Sitting in criss crossed position, silk rope bundled in your hand, you could hear the front door open as Zayne entered. “Y/n?” he said, searching out for you in his home. In the past, you would be waiting for him at the door, but you couldn’t just wait there in a tiny napkin for an outfit.

“I’m in the bedroom!” you responded. The sounds of him taking his shoes off and dropping his keys on the counter was making you even more nervous. He would be here any second and see you in his gift. Trying to keep your anxiety at bay, you took a few deep breaths as you waited for him to enter.

As soon as he opened the bedroom door and saw you waiting for him, he immediately froze. His eyes widened the size of pearls and the tips of his ears turned a dark shade of pink.

“Hi Zaynie” you greeted him, with a cute little smile.

He quickly tried to recover, rapidly blinking his eyes while looking away. Another one of his subtle mannerisms you’ve noticed he does when he’s flustered. He entered the bedroom, grabbing his tie to loosen it while faintly chuckling.

Why is he laughing? Does he not like it? The thoughts quickly entered you mind, but you shoved them down

Your smile changed into a puzzled look. “What’s so funny? This was your gift after all.”

Undoing the top buttons on his shirt, he softly exhaled as he stepped closer to you. “It’s nothing…I was just thinking…” he towered over you now — much like how he did in his office— and lightly traced the back of his fingers along your cheekbone, “This was meant to be your reward. However, it seems I have a perfectly wrapped gift just for me.”

You looked up at him as he lightly cupped your cheek with his palm. “I hope you can forgive me for being so greedy.” he continued and bent down to place a light kiss on your forehead. “You look absolutely breathtaking, my perfect jasmine.”

You couldn’t even respond to the compliment as he continued with his trail of light kisses. One on the other side of your cheek. His hand slid from your cheek to your jaw, moving your face away from him. He continued peppering kisses starting from your collarbone and making his way up the side of your neck, reaching just below your ear where he softly whispered “And quite ravishing, might I add.”

“Th-Thank you” you stuttered, trying to collect yourself from the puddle he just melted you into.

He took a step away, still eyeing you up and down, taking you all in. “I know I have made you wait for me. I’m sorry I took so long to get here. Give me 15 minutes to shower and we can continue. How does that sound?”

“That’s fine…” you could breathe normally again now as you watched him gather a pair of briefs from the dresser.

“Perfect” he responded, walking towards the bathroom. “Don’t move a muscle. I will make this quick.”

“Yes, Dr. Zayne.”

He chuckled softly, surprised at your use of his doctor title inside the bedroom. You would only call him Dr. Zayne in the hospital…or if you wanted to get him flustered.

Those 15 minutes passed slower than the amount of time it took for him to get home. You tried to keep reassuring yourself. You’re okay. Zayne likes this. It will be okay. Repeating to yourself anytime the anxious thoughts in your head grew louder. The water stopped, and you waited for him just as he said to, in the same spot he left you.

He entered the bedroom, steam still coming off his body. He hadn’t even taken the time to properly dry off. Eager to make it back to you. In nothing but a pair of tight dark blue briefs — doing nothing to hide the half hard mass between his legs — and his towel draped over his neck, he was the spitting image of perfection. You watched as a stray water drop from his still dampened hair run down the planes of his sculpted chest and across the hardened lines of his six pact. Underneath the scrubs, this doctor had the body of a God. You swallowed as you looked back up at him, not realizing he was much closer to you than you thought.

“You know…” Zayne started, taking large commanding steps up to the edge of the bed where you sat waiting for him, “…you can be so obedient for me when you want to be.”

“Well…some people are worth being obedient for” you shot back, taking your fingers and slowly dragging them up his gorgeous body.

“Oh..?” He quickly grabbed your wandering hands, snatching them up to his mouth, inhaling your scent and following with a kiss upon your palm. “Then I guess…” he spoke between kisses up your forearm. “I should…” kiss. “…be grateful…” kiss. “…to those…”he stopped and lightly bit your forearm right above the crease in your elbow, soothing the bite with a kiss “who believe I am worthy.” He whispered softly, looking away from your arm and tilting his head with that knowing smirk on his face. That slutty little smirk he puts on when he speaks to you this way.

You yanked back your arm in defiance. “Only me” you responded, grabbing his hand to pull him closer to you. “I only want you to be grateful…to me.”

“Why of course…Miss Hunter.” He purred while leaning in to press his lips against yours.

At first, the kiss was tentative, exploratory almost. You quickly matched his pace, trying your best to mimic the movement of his lips with yours. Zayne was a great kisser, and honestly great was sort of an understatement. The kiss turned deeper as you felt the tip of his tongue come into play, slowing searching for your mouth. Matching his stride, your tongue began to tangle with his, turning more passionate as you reached up to run your hands through his silky black strands.

He softly slid his hand up your leg, stopping at your ribs to gently push you further onto the bed. His kisses moved from your mouth, making a trail across your cheek and jaw, where he would continue the path he made on you earlier.

Zayne loved spending time on your neck, faintly kissing and sucking over the area. You could tell he was trying his best to not leave any marks, but he couldn’t help getting carried away as he made his way to your collarbone.

Your hands began exploring the vast expanse of his back, grabbing his shoulders as an attempt to try to steady yourself. You were growing impatient, as you usually did when the two of you were intimate. One of your hands began to move from around his neck, snaking down between the two of you, hoping to grab the growing mass that kept poking you in the stomach.

Zayne knew exactly what you were going for and swiftly grabbed both of your hands, holding them together in one of his rather large hands and pinning them above your head.

“Patience, my love…” he whispered, in the midst of his heavy breathing “you seem to be forgetting the best part of tonight.” His eyes were dark now. Those beautiful green eyes turning into a thin line around his dilated pupils.

What were you forgetting?? You thought, struggling to free yourself from his grasp. It wasn’t until you saw him lift off of you, reaching for something across the bed, that you suddenly remembered.

The. Rope.

Why do you keep forgetting about the rope? You had been too preoccupied with Zayne and trying to keep the swarming insecurities from surfacing to even think about that damn rope.

“Now…can you keep your hands just like that for me?”

You nodded at his command, cursing yourself for forgetting the main part about tonight. Zayne was going to be tying you up…. In ways you were unsure of, but the thought of being tied up like some piece of pork roast, especially given your state of mind, began to make you very anxious.

Zayne started unraveling the bundle of silk rope, locking eyes with you, while your hands were still above your head. You wanted so desperately to be good for him, but thinking about being tied up, so vulnerable under his watchful gaze, made you start to fidget.

“My love, is everything okay?” Zayne questioned. You could never hide anything from him, not that you ever want to. It was just hard to open up to him about this, without feeling like you were ruining the moment, and you so desperately didn’t want to make things awkward.

“Mhm, I’m fine…” you muttered, continuing to hide what you really feared, “just a little nervous.”

“I see. If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to try today. I would never want to make you uncomfort-“

“No no no. It’s fine. I want this…” you cut him off, slowly lowering your hands together to form a V over your stomach, “I want you, Zayne.”

His eyes widened at your eagerness and the corner of his mouth raised as he looked down at you. “Okay…okay, but if you start to feel uncomfortable…even the slightest bit….I want you to say ‘carrots’ and I will stop.”

“Carrots??” His suggestion surprised you. Why the hell would carrots be his safe word?

“Well…” Zayne muttered, putting a slight smirk on his face as he looked away from you, “In BDSM, it is customary to have a safe word in case things become too…much” he hesitated, maybe feeling a little shy on the topic “and carrots have no place in the kitchen, let alone the bedroom.”

You snickered at his absurd comment. This man has his hands in chest cavities for a living, but carrots is where he drew the line??

“Deal. No carrots” you replied, giving him a small smile and a subtle nod in confirmation.

Pleased with your compromise, Zayne continued his actions, slowly wrapping the rope around both of your hands. His movements were gentle, making sure not to tie your binds too tight, avoiding any unnecessary discomfort.

“Is this okay?” he asked, checking you were still with him.

You tried pulling at the ropes around your hands, finding yourself immobile, but not in any pain. Locking eyes with him, you inhaled a shaky breath, and nodded to allow him to continue.

He hesitated, likely searching your face for any signs of discomfort.

It wasn’t until he lifted your tied hands back above your head that you started to take notice of the little imperfections you had seen in the mirror. Turning your head to side, you noticed your arms again. How much bigger they looked in this position. Your breasts. How they hung spread off your body as the weight pulled them apart.

Zayne was quick to notice the way your breathing picked up and the worried look your face now had.

“Y/n, are you sure you want to continue?” he asked, snapping you out of your stupor.

You looked at him, kneeled by your head where he was in the midst of tying your hands to the bed frame, and tried to control your face to respond to him.

“…Yes, it’s okay.”

He didn’t seem too convinced, so you were adamant when you added “no carrots”, slightly smiling up at him to further sell your content.

Zayne hummed, trying to pick apart your expression, “okay then…I will continue.”

As he worked diligently on the knots securing you into place, you continued dissecting your body, the flaws becoming more apparent now underneath his sculpted frame. When you looked down, the dress you had on was now raised, revealing more of your belly. Your breathing started to increase, and your chest began to tighten as you searched past your stomach, making note of the small stretch marks adorned on your thighs.

You have to control yourself, Y/n. Just breathe. You were trying your hardest to comfort yourself, hoping Zayne wouldn’t notice, but the anxiety was overtaking you now. Your breath began to come quicker, trying to accommodate for the sickening feeling growing within you. How could you compare to him? Zayne was gorgeous. Every part of him pure perfection, and you just felt…so lacking.

Zayne stopped his movements; however, you hadn’t noticed due to the whirlwind quickly picking up in your mind.

“Y/n…hey look at me.” Could he feel your anxiety? You were doing your best to mask it, but he’s always been more observant when it comes to you.

You looked at him then, panic in your eyes , the mask quickly slipping from your face. His eyes widened as soon as he met yours.

“Let’s hold off on this for today. My love, you’re shaking.”

Fuck. You were ruining everything.

You nodded at him, too worked up to

respond. Were you really shaking? You hadn’t even noticed since you were too consumed by your thoughts.

As Zayne started to unravel the ropes from the bed, you could feel pressure in your eyes. Dammit, Y/n. Don’t tell me you’re about to cry. But it was too late, the gates had been opened now and your anxiety was taking over. This was supposed to be your reward, something for you and Zayne to experience together, and you had ruined it. Why can’t you be prettier for him? Why do you have to be so ordinary, so imperfect?

(so I was listening to Moon River by Frank Ocean here, and lowkenuinely made me emotional so if you wanna experience that feel free to play it smile)

The pressure in your eyes began to build, too much to hold back now. Small tears started to fall down your cheeks. You hated this. Hated feeling so…weak. So vulnerable. Like you were open on the operating table, where your perfect doctor could see each and every imperfection under the bright overhead light.

“Y/n?” Zayne must have overheard your sniffling. Looking up at him, the tears began to fall faster.

“Hey hey, what’s going on?” he asked, clearly worried at your state. “Give me a moment my love, i’ll get you out.” He was scrambling to free you, desperate to hold you in his embrace and calm you down.

The tears were falling harder now. You were embarrassed by him seeing you like this. This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go.

Once you were freed, Zayne moved to sit you up in front of him.

“Did I hurt you, Y/n? I-“ he was frantic, scanning every inch of you to source the pain “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know, I-“

“No, Zayne. You didn’t hurt me” you stopped him, wiping the corners of your eyes with the palm of your hand, “I’m sorry I just got in my head and I…I’m sorry…i’m ruining our night.”

His brows turned slightly upward at your response. “My love, you haven’t ruined anything. Tell me what’s going on. Was it the rope?”

You shook your head at his question. “No , no it wasn’t the rope. I thought I would be okay…I don’t know I feel so stupid.

“You are anything but stupid, Y/n,” he was quick to dispel your harsh words, “was it the dress? If it’s too much, you don’t have to wear it. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

He always apologized, ever so careful to not hurt you.

“It’s okay, Zayne. The dress is so beautiful, thank you for thinking of me. Honestly, it’s not the dress that’s the issue…” you started, hesitant to share more than what you let on.

Zayne looked at you, grabbing your hand to trace light circles over the back, hoping to calm

you so you can continue.

“It’s me that’s the issue”, you watched his brows furrow at your words, but he wasn’t planning on interrupting your thoughts.

“I just…”, taking a deep breath, you tried to continue, “when I put the dress on before you got here, I was a little disappointed in what I looked like in it.” It was hard to be so open about your insecurities like this.

“It’s not the dress. I just noticed so many things wrong with me. It felt like…like I wasn’t pretty enough for something so beautiful. Like I wasn’t pretty enough…for you.” Your chest tightened further at the confession. The tears growing in your ducts again.

Zayne sat in front of you, stunned at what you admitted to him.

“My jasmine, you look so beautiful right now. Words do little to describe how I feel when I look at you.” He let go of your hand, reaching to cradle your cheek, where he wiped your stray tear with his thumb. “How could there be anything more perfect for me than you?”

You leaned your head more into his hand, feeling comforted by the constant motion of his thumb across your cheek.

His face turned remorseful. “I’m sorry if I haven’t been more vocal about my feelings for you. That is on me, but please, don’t ever think you aren’t enough for me.”

You nodded at him, trying to will the tears at bay. “It’s not your fault, Zaynie. You’re perfect.” Taking his hand from your cheek, you lowered it back down to hold in your palms. “It’s just sometimes I feel so lack luster compared to you. When I look at you…you’re perfect and I feel so ordinary in comparison .” Your admission looked as if it pained him to hear you talk about yourself like this. “I just got self conscious. In the moment, I couldn’t help but think ‘if my arms weren’t so big’, ‘i wish my boobs didn’t hang like that’, ‘why can’t i be thinner?’, ‘why do i have these stupid stretch marks?’” The more you went on, the harder the tears fell.

Zayne saw you start to break and he quickly wrapped you in his warm embrace, stroking the back of your head to calm you. “Shhh, it’s okay, my love. It’s okay. Breathe with me.”

You sat there for a few minutes, safe in his strong hold, trying to match your quick breaths to his slow breathing.

Once you regained your composure, you lifted yourself off of him. His grasp tight around your frame, reluctant to let you go.

“I had no idea you felt that way,” Zayne whispered, eyes searching yours, showing his sincerity “Thank you for being so honest with me.” He paused for a moment, thinking of the best way to approach you. It pained you to see him hurting like this, knowing he is racked with guilt at the thought of not providing you with enough reassurance.

(if you’re brave, play Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby by Cigarettes After Sex NO BALLS)

“My love, may I be honest with you for a moment?”

“Of course,” you replied, slightly anxious for what he had to say.

He smiled back at you and continued, “Do you remember our first time together?”

How could you forget? It was the first time you had ever seen him drunk. Who knew a single liquor-filled chocolate would break all of his restraints.

Smiling at the fond memory, you nodded, “you mean when a single chocolate melted the poor snowman?” Wherever he was going with this, it was already making you feel more relaxed.

The back of his neck quickly flushed. He tried to play it off with a small chuckle, but you could tell he was feeling shy from the way his arm reached across his body, lightly rubbing his shoulder. “Well yes…” he cleared his throat and pushed on, “while the night indeed took a turn that I did not expect, I remember the days leading up to it being very worrisome.”

You looked at him with concern laced in your eyes, but you waited for him to continue.

“I was…in my head…as you put it.” It looked like he was struggling with his words. You have never seen him this way before. “Self conscious about being intimate with you.”

His confession shocked you. What could he ever be self conscious about?

“Why?” you asked, hoping to understand him better.

At that moment, he broke his gaze with you, looking down now at his forearms. You knew he was looking at his scars. The times when his Evol would overwhelm him beyond his control, unleashing shards of ice from his hands and arms.

“My scars held me back,” he pressed on, “I was worried that they would frighten you…that you would be afraid I couldn’t control myself…and wind up hurting you.”

“And the thought of hurting you, knowing it would be beyond my control, frightened me more than anything. “

He closed his eyes for second, taking slow breaths to compose himself. You had no idea he felt that way. Of course he had told you about his scars before. All the times growing up when his arms would be covered in blood and ice, unable to control his powers. It broke your heart to hear how he carried that pain with him, in all that time leading up to your first night

You reached for him, grabbing his forearms to lightly rub your thumbs along his jagged skin.

“But Zaynie, I love your scars.” you said while smiling at him, hoping you could convey how much you truly meant it.

Matching his smile to yours he murmured, “And why is that?” Ah, so this is where he was going by sharing that with you.

You hesitated in your response, “…Becase…it’s part of you…I love everything about you.”

His eyes softened at your honesty. “Then, my love…” he started, taking his hand to tuck a stray hair behind your ear, “would it be so outrageous to believe I feel the same about you?

“That I love your body…” he continued, wiping a newly formed tear drop from the corner of your eye with his knuckle, “…because it is a part of you.”

You started to look down, slightly ashamed in feeling so self conscious when you have the most gentle and loving man in the world.

“My sweet, sweet jasmine..” he redirected your focus by lifting your head back up with his knuckle and thumb. The moment your eyes met again, his hand released your jaw, finding its way back to your cheek, where he pulled you forward, resting his forehead on yours. “There is no greater gift that I could ever have compared to you.”

He lightly kissed your forehead, then brought his head back to you. “You are, by far, the greatest thing to ever happen to me.” Your tears fell again, but not from anxiety this time. It was how vulnerable you felt in this moment. How loved. It was like Zayne had reached his hand into his chest and ripped his heart out to give to you.

“My beautiful girl…you’re all I could ever ask for.” He smiled at you, eyes staring into your soul with so much intensity. So much compassion.

He pulled you back into his embrace, leaning his head against yours as he softly rubbed up and down your back.

You don’t know how long the two of you sat like that. Wrapped in his loving grasp. It could have been minutes. Hours. But you couldn’t think of safer place to be.

Finally, his gentle strokes along your back slowed. He kissed the top of your head before peeling you off of him to catch your eyes once more.

“How are you feeling, love?”

“Better..” you muttered between sniffles, eyes surely red from crying “…better now, thanks to you.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that.” He turned from you now, moving his legs off the bed. “Why don’t we get some desserts, hm? I believe the bakery is still open for another hour.”

Your snowman and his sweets. Zayne always had a sweet tooth and the suggestion was truly endearing. However, desserts was not what you were craving right now.

“Zayne?” You reached for his arm, stopping his movements.

“Yes, my love?”

You hesitated, unsure if he would be okay with this. “Do you…do you think we could pick up from where we left off? I mean if you want to of course.”

His face morphed into surprise, surely not expecting you to say that. “Is that what you want?”

Quickly nodding, you further confirmed “Yes. Unless you think it’s weird for me to want to have sex after crying.” You cringed a little at the end, feeling a touch of embarrassment from your action.

Zayne shook his head at your suggestion, “No, my love. I don’t think it’s weird at all.” Shifting on the bed to fully face you again, he continued, “I am happy to continue, so long as you are comfortable.”

“I am. I want to keep going…please.”

His hand moved to the outside of your thigh, tracing comforting strokes with his thumb.

“Okay,” he took a second to asses you, shifting his glance down at your lips, then reconnecting with your eyes, “but let’s hold off on the rope tonight.”

You nodded your head in agreement, starting to feel the surge of heat in your belly from the way his eyes moved over you.

“Tonight I want to reward you by loving you fully…and cherishing every inch of your body.” Zayne leaned in closer to you, refusing to break eye contact, “Would you be so kind as to grant me that luxury?”

The heat that rushed to your cheeks at his request was imminent. No longer feeling the tightness in your chest, you were ready to fully surrender yourself to him. A small “mhm” was the only sound you could get out, feeling overwhelmed by the desire starting to creep into his eyes.

“My sweet girl…” Zayne whispered, moving closer to you now. The hand rested on your thigh slowly rose up to your rib cage, while the other now cradled your cheek. He was so close now, but he was waiting for you. Wanting your full consent. “ I know very well that you can be more vocal that.”

You wanted him. God, you wanted him so bad. Your pulse raced under his touch, desperate to let him feel you, but you knew he wouldn’t move until he was 100% sure you wanted him to.

“Yes, Zayne,” your hand reached up to his resting on your cheek, “please…kiss me…touch me. I want you….please.”

That was all he needed. As soon as the words left your lips, he closed the distance, need overtaking him now. His lips were passionate, like he was trying to express all his love for you through the movement of his mouth on yours.

You responded in full, grabbing his cheeks with both hands to bring him closer. You needed him closer. To claim every ounce of him as your own. Your kisses were frantic, so overwhelmed with love. With the passion you felt for him. For your Zayne.

The push and pull of your bodies was intoxicating. Like you both were struggling with your own need. You broke off the kiss for second, climbing on top of him so you can feel more of his body on yours. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against him as your mouths met once more. You sank into the kiss, allowing him full control. Control over you.

(Control You by MOVEMENT for this part yall CMONNN)

His hand snaked up your back, finding its way to the nape of your neck, deepening the kiss even further. The heat between your legs started to grow, desperate for any sort of friction. Zayne took note of the way you began grinding yourself on him. Such a needy little thing. He broke the kiss, nothing but a small string of saliva connecting the two of you.

He redirected his kisses to your neck, making his way up to your ear.

“Lie down for me” he whispered, nudging his head against your own, “let me see you fully.”

He guided you off him, gently laying you in the center of the bed.

Your hair fanned out around your head. The soft light from his bedside lamp overcast your face, an almost halo like glow as you inhaled a shaky breath.

Zayne was towering over you. His legs straddling your frame as he took in your state.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he softly spoke, eyes wide from lust and devotion, “An angel sent from heaven…just for me.”

You needed him closer to you. The distance felt so cold and your body yearned to feel his touch again.

Your arms extended out to him, desperate to pull him back into your grasp, but all he did was grab your arms, pulling them to center of your chest. He leaned in, softly kissing each hand, before making his way back to your face.

“I know what you want, my love,” he removed one his hands holding yours together, resting it on your cheek now, “but allow me to be greedy with you for a little longer.”

You moved your head into the hand resting on your cheek. Locking eyes with him, you nodded, allowing him to continue his worship on you.

“Sweet girl, you are so good for me.”

The praise shot straight through you and Zayne didn’t miss the way your legs squeezed together at his words.

He leaned in, planting a single kiss on your lips, before taking your arms to lay flat on either side of your body.

“Do you know what I love most about your arms?” Zayne said, holding on to both of your hands.

“It’s when I do this…” taking the tips of his fingers, he lightly traced up the length of your arms, reaching your shoulders, then traveling back down. He made no pressure, allowing his fingers to brush against your skin as if he were a feather. A shiver ran down your spine as he continued the motion, “…you form goosebumps. Your body telling me just how much my touch affects you.”

You squeezed your legs tighter and lightly whimpered, doing your best to be good for him.

Zayne’s hand held your jaw, turning your head to give him full access to your neck, where he kissed over the area. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to melt as he made his way down your neck. The sounds coming from him as he worked you over, like he was addicted to your smell.

When he reached your collarbone, he sucked a little harder, forming deep marks on your skin, likely to still be present in the morning.

“While the dress is beautiful ,” Zayne muttered, carefully taking the strap of your dress and peeling it down your shoulder, “I would like to worship the true art piece in front of me.”

Lord, he was going to kill you. Where did he even learn to speak like that?

“Help me, Zaynie,” you pleaded, guiding his hands to the hem of your dress. You sat up, letting him remove your top in one fluid motion.

Your bare chest now on full display, Zaynes pupils blew. The green barely visible now.

His lips met yours, kissing you passionately as he laid you back down on the bed. The kisses starting to make their way down your body and you swore you heard him mutter “so beautiful” once he kissed the junction between your neck and shoulder.

God you wanted him to touch you. Anything to fill the ever growing hunger that dwelled between your legs, but Zayne was determined to take his time with you tonight. To love you the way you deserve.

A soft whine left your lips as Zayne’s kisses made his way below your collarbone. He was amused in watching you squirm, trying your best to be patient for him.

Zayne chuckled at your growing impatience, nipping at your skin then gently soothing the area with a kiss.

“While I could never choose a favorite part of your body…” he said, moving his hands around your breasts to bring them closer together, “…these are certainly a strong contender.”

His eyes honed in on your breasts. It almost looked like he was fighting the urge to lick his lips.

“I love how sensitive you are. Even the lightest touch…” his middle finger traced around one of your nipples. Upon first touch, you gasped, not expecting such a cold sensation. Was he…was he using his Evol?

“…makes you react for me,” Zayne smirked, satisfied by your reaction. The smallest whimper left your lips as he rubbed your hardened nipple between his ice cold fingers. “I could spend hours here,” he lightly tugged the bud, causing you to yelp, “and still be satisfied.” With that he took your other breast in his mouth.

The sensation was driving you insane. The cold from his fingers and the warmth from his mouth, fighting side by side, caused your breath to increase and soft moans to leave your lips.

He lavished over your hardened peak, alternating between sucking and licking with the flat of his tongue. Releasing your nipple with a ‘pop’, he worked his way to your other breast, taking the one he worked up with his cold fingers into his mouth.

If he kept this up any longer, you were sure you would cum from this alone. “Z-Zayne,” you whined. If his body wasn’t blocking you, your hand would probably find its way between your legs. The pull in your stomach growing more and more intense.

Despite your protests, he carried on, working your neglected nipple with his other hand, now ice cold from his Evol.

“Zayne…please…” The need was growing unbearable.

“Patience, my love, and I will give you what you want.”

I’ve been patient, you thought, but kept quiet as he moved his kisses down your breasts to your stomach.

“Good girl…now…do you you know what my favorite part about your stomach is?”

You shook your head at his question, still hanging on to his praise.

He smiled as his hands slid down your ribcage, thumbs lightly moving back and forth over your tummy.

“It’s proof”, he started between kisses across your stomach, “proof that you’re real…” marking you with a bite, “proof that you’re all mine.” He soothed the bite with a kiss, taking his time to claim every inch of you.

Looking up at you from where he worshiped, Zayne’s ears darkened to a deeper shade of pink. It seemed like a thought had crossed his mind and he was deciding whether to share it with you.

“Though I am reluctant to admit…I’ve caught myself thinking about your stomach from time to time.”

Your brows lifted, confusion striking your flushed face at his confession.

“I can’t help but wonder how beautiful you would look, pregnant with my child.” Zayne’s eyes redirected to your stomach. Sprawling one of his large hands over the center as he continued, “That the product of our love could make you even more beautiful than you already are.”

“Zayne!!” you shrieked. How could he not feel shy at saying these things??

“I’m sorry, my love, but I can’t help it. You have bewitched me, both body and soul…” he spoke with conviction, gazing deeply in your eyes, “ and I love you…so much so that it overwhelms me.”

His words melted your heart. Tears began to form in your eyes as you grabbed Zayne’s face, forcing him back up to you. “I love you, Zayne.” you muttered, following it up with a deep kiss to his lips. “I love you more than you could ever know.”

You both sat there for a moment with your foreheads touching, taking a moment to ground one another. There were no words left to say. In such a vulnerable moment, there was nothing you could say.

Zayne lifted from you, his hands now grasping the waistband of your shorts. “Raise your hips for me.” It wasn’t a request, but a command. He was feeling just as needy as you were, but desperate to take his time with you. He refused to rush this part.

You lifted your hips as he peeled your shorts off. His eyes immediately focused on your core, where a dark spot across your slit showed him how soaked you already were. He had been teasing you all night. Honestly, you didn’t even need any foreplay for how wet you had become from just his words alone.

“My love..you are truly extraordinary,” Zayne spoke, absolutely wrecked from just the sight of you.

Your eyes trailed his body. With him above you like this, it was easy to spot the large outline of his cock, suffocating in his briefs. You wanted nothing more than to free him. To pull your panties to the side and let him take you then and there, but you knew he would probably stop you.

“I’m like this because of you, Zayne,” you whispered, breaking him out of his trance, “please…keep going.”

(play Glory Box by Portishead if you really know ball )

You raised your hips again as he peeled the wet fabric down your legs and you didn’t miss the way his eyes turned black as he watched the string of slick connecting your panties to your soaked cunt.

Lying fully naked below him, you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to close your legs, feeling shy under his intense gaze.

Zayne was quick to halt your movements. His large hands on either one of your knees. “Don’t hide from me…not now,” he looked at you, his eyes pleading, “let me love you like this.”

Your head turned as you slowly opened your legs, fully displaying your wet pussy for him.

“Such a good girl for me,” he purred, taking his hand to your jaw, he returned your face to him, “focus…this is the most important part.”

Zayne lowered himself between your spread legs, assuming a sniper position as he moved his arms around your thighs, dragging you closer to him

He was so close to your core that you could feel his breath.

“Now, my favorite part about your legs…” Zayne started peppering kisses on the inside of your thighs. When he reached the stretch marks on the innermost part of your thigh, he made a point to kiss each. and. every. one.

“…is when I go like this…” he moved his hands from around your thighs, placing his thumbs in the crevice where your thigh connected your pussy. He applied pressure to the area, massaging your sensitive skin as he continued, “…you hold your breath, like you’re anticipating what comes next.”

The back and forth movement of his thumbs were spreading your lips apart, his breath making direct contact with your core. You slowly bucked your hips up to him, desperate to feel his tongue on you, but he simply looked at you, his mouth curved up at the sound of your whines.

“Tell me what you want, my love,” he urged.

Your whimpers started to grow louder. “Mmmmm Zaynie, please…”

Zayne started to kiss your pubic area, purposely avoiding the place you needed him most.

“Go on…say it…” he whispered in a low voice, continuing his teasing.

“I want you Zayne…please…stop teasing me,” you pouted, feeling frustrated at the lack of contact. “Please, let me feel you.”

The second the flat of his tongue ran across your slit, you melted. “You taste…absolutely divine” he moaned, before diving back in.

His thumbs pulled your lips further apart, fully exposing your swollen clit. He redirected his tongue, dragging up the slick that leaked out of you like a faucet as he finally made contact with your most sensitive part.

“F-fuck Zayne” you moaned, completely in bliss, “that…that feels so good.”

He hummed against you and you could feel

the vibrations on your clit, causing you to writhe against him.

His arms snaked around your legs, pulling you flush against him, halting your squirming.

“Use me…” he commanded, “take what you need.”

Your hands reached for his hair, pulling him further into you. Feeling his tongue leave, you whined at him. “Needy girl” he chuckled, wrapping his lips around the swollen bud as he sucked you.

“Oh my god…keep…keep doing that…please Zayne.” Your moaning grew more intense, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten. You were so close already, it won’t take much more of this before you fall apart.

Looking down at him, you watched as he grinded himself on the mattress, desperate for his own friction. You were mesmerized by him, but he broke your trance as he inserted two fingers into you.

The feel of him…stretching you out like this…was almost unbearable. Your head fell back on the pillow as you started grinding your hips on his tongue.

His fingers inside you hooked upwards, finding your sweet spot, and you gasped. “There!! F-fuck right there. I’m so close Zayne…please don’t stop.”

Like he would ever, this is exactly where he wants to be.

You noticed his breathing grew heavier and when you looked down at him, his other hand was wrapped around his cock, jerking up and down for his own release. The sight was marvelous. He was getting off to the sounds of your pleasure.

“Zaynie…are you-“

“This is what you do to me.” Zayne cut you off between his licking. “Say my name when you cum for me. I need you to cum for me.”

He returned to your clit, working his fingers at a much quicker pace, sucking you with more force. He wanted you to fall apart for him and lord you would.

“I’m gonna cum…you’re…you’re gonna make me cum Zayne.”

He continued his ministrations, determined to take you there. The coil in your belly was so tight, and when he hooked his fingers up, hitting your g spot, pleasure burst from within you.

“Zayne!!” you shrieked, falling apart on his fingers, all over his mouth.

He didn’t let up. He kept going until the pleasure quickly turned into overstimulation.

“T-too much!” you writhed under him, trying to force his lips off you.

Finally he released you. “Sorry, my love…you just taste so incredible.”

His lips glistened with your cum. Face flushed, pupils blown wide, his cock dripping with precum. The sight of it was so lewd. You couldn’t help but grab him, forcing his lips back on yours. You could taste yourself on him, the kiss messy as your need for him grew.

(Play Crazy in Love (Remix) by Beyonce I KNOW WHAT YOURE THINKING BUT TRUST. IT HAS TO BE THE REMIX. )

“Fuck me, Zayne…I need you inside me right now,” you pleaded.

He nodded against you, taking his hardened cock and guiding it up and down your slit, wetting the tip with your cum as he pushed into you in one fluid motion.

Your jaw went slack. The feeling of him stretching you open was overwhelming. He let out a shaky exhale, like relief washed over his face at the feeling of being inside you.

“Y/n…” Zayne struggled to get the words out, his cock stilled inside you, allowing you to adjust to him “…you feel incredible around me….so tight,” he continued, “so perfect for me.”

Your walls pulsed at the praise, causing him to drop his head on your shoulder, trying his best to hold back for you.

When you were ready, you wrapped you arms around him and pleaded, “please move…Zayne…hurry”

He rocked his hips into you, setting a steady pace as your walls stretched, pulling him deeper into you.

Your nails sunk into his shoulder blades, trying to ground yourself in the moment, but it was so hard. Zayne was so big. His dick touched all the sensitive spots inside you.

“God you feel so good” you moaned. The sounds of his balls slapping against you filled the room, but it was drowned out from the heavy breathing and moans coming from the two of you.

Zayne picked up his pace, soft whimpers leaving his mouth as he bit down on your shoulder. His finger tips buried into your hips. You’re sure there will be crescent shaped bruises there in the morning, but you were too blissed out to care at the moment.

Shifting the angle of his thrusts, his soft head scraped up against your g spot, causing you to gasp and your grip on his hair tightened.

“Just like that..” he whispered in your ear, “let me hear your voice.”

Your moans grew louder, chanting a string of “yes” as his dick bullied your sweet spot.

“M-more Zayne,” you begged breathlessly, “I’m close…please.”

“I know you are,” Zayne growled, snapping his hips into you harder, reaching your deepest parts, “I can feel you…tightening around me.”

He kissed your neck as his thrusts became pointed. “Your body…” thrust, “…has never…” thrust, “…lied to me…” thrust.

“Fuck,” you cursed. The pleasure was overwhelming, white spots in your vision as the coil in your belly grew taut.

Zayne looked in your eyes as his hand reached down your body. His thumb finding your clit, “Now cum for me,” he commanded, and with the added stimulation, you fell apart.

“I’m cumming!! Oh god, Zayne—i’m cumming!!” you shrieked, your walls pulsing rhythmically around him.

He didn’t even let you come down. His hands on your hips pulled you up on top of him. Your bodies now in lotus position as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer to him.

In this position, you could feel everything. The way he grinded his hips into you added pressure to your already oversensitive clit. The tightness in your stomach started to pull again. My god he was going to make you cum again.

“My favorite part about your body…” Zayne whispered, snaking his hand up your spine to the nape of your neck, forcing you to look at him, “is how well it responds to me...”

He thrusted his hips harder into you and you started to grind against him, satisfying your need for him, “to my touch…” His other hand spread across your waist, sinking his nails into your skin, and a smirk adorned his face as you yelped out in response.

He moved his head up to your ear and whispered, “to my voice…” Your moans grew louder, desperate to cum with him this time.

“Zayne…” you whimpered.

“Every part of you was made for me.” As soon as the words left, his hips stuttered. He was close. Just a little longer. Your grinding matched the rhythm of his thrusts.

“My jasmine…you belong to me…” his brows drew together, desperate for release, but not before you. Never. This time he wanted to fall with you.

Your head fell back as your moans filled the bedroom. “Zayne…” you chanted repeatedly, “cum…cum with me…please Zayne.”

Your walls fluttered around him as your release washed over you. Zayne stalled his thrusts, grunting as his release came shortly after. Thick ropes of his hot cum painted your insides, filling you completely of him. If you hadn’t been on birth control — per his request— his wish to impregnate you probably would’ve come true tonight.

The two you stayed like that, trying to regulate your breathing off each other. Zaynes head rested on your chest, completely blissed out from the feel of you.

You could feel him softening inside you, but he wasn’t quick to pull out. He wanted to stay connected with you for as long as possible.

“Zaynie,” you whispered, causing him to look up at you in the midst of his heavy breathing.

Cradling his cheeks, your thumbs rubbed soothing motions along his skin. “I love you so much…that was…that was incredible.”

His eyes were hazy as he looked up at you, “I love you,” he reached his head up, planting a kiss on your lips, “… so much more.”

You smiled against his lips as you whispered a soft “impossible.”

He hummed at your response, too exhausted to debate you at the moment.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” All you could do was nod in response.

~

He carried you into the bathroom, placing you on top of the counter as he started the bath.

When he returned to you, a damp cloth in his hand to wipe you down, you snickered at him.

“And what could possibly have you so amused in this moment?” he teased.

“I’m sorry,” you said between your giggles, “I was just thinking…that was a really great reward.”

He softly chuckled, his lips curving up to form

the tiny little smile you’ve grown to love so much.

“Mmm, I’m glad you enjoyed it, my love” he spoke while taking the damp cloth between your legs, cleaning the mess he made of you, “Hopefully this will get you to behave more during our appointments.”

You stopped his movements by placing a hand on the center of his chest, “Woah woah woah…one step at a time now, Zaynie.”

“Of course…” he shook his head, hoisting you

back up in his arms as he carried you to the bath, “how presumptuous of me to assume you could be on your best behavior.”

That little…You lightly smacked at his bare chest, but he was amused with your reaction as he kissed your forehead before getting in the tub.

The warm water and his presence around you was so comforting. You melted the back of your head on his chest as he lightly traced his finger tips up and down your arms.

This was bliss. Pure heaven. Nothing could feel better than this moment right now. Zayne was everything you could have asked for. So gentle with you. No reward could ever come close to him.

As he faintly washed over your body, a sudden thought crossed your mind, causing you to jolt around to face him.

“What is it, love?” Zayne asked, a little startled at your quick movements.

“I just remembered! While you were at the hospital, I stopped at the bakery to pick up

some macarons for tonight. They’re in the fridge!”

His eyes widened like little boba pearls at your words. You always knew your snowman loved his sweets.

“And this, my sweet girl,” he smiled down at you, “is exactly why you are the only one for me.”

Your smile stretched at his response, and when he leaned down to kiss you again, you couldn’t help but think,

Best. reward. ever.