We are lost Stars

You were bored.

A stack of completed reports sits next to you as Zayne types away on his laptop from the opposite side of the desk. You'd had quite a few reports to catch up on, and Zayne had various charts to make notes on. So, the two of you had agreed to get your work done together and then spend time together after.

Apparently, you were much more efficient than Zayne.

With no ways left to entertain yourself, you decide on something that's never failed you.

"What...are you doing?" Zayne's typing falter as you kneel by his chair, running your hands over his muscular thighs.

"Don't mind me." You smile, palm running over the already growing tent in his pants. His jaw clenches, gaze shifting to the locked door, before sighing in exasperation that you know is just for show.

You don't wait for him to get fully hard, taking his cock into your mouth immediately. He sucks in a breath, his typing getting much faster as he practically races you, trying to get his charts done.

Still, it's futile. He cums in mere minutes, a true testament to how pent up he's been due to your busy schedules as of late. He's still panting as you clean him up with your tongue, leaning back in his chair.

The thing is, you're still stuck here for at least 30 minutes. So why stop now?

You don't bother pulling off, tongue swirling around the senstive tip of his cock. Zayne shivers, a hand shooting out to grasp your wrist. You peer at him through your lashes, surprised to see him already losing his composure. Still, you can't help but want to break him a little more.

He nearly whimpers when you take him all way again, biting his fist to keep silent, charts abandoned. You keep his hips pinned to the chair with your hands, the wet sounds of your mouth filling the otherwise quiet room.

Zayne x reader, depictions of beauty marks on the body, established relationship, suggestive

“There’s a legend that says beauty marks are kisses left by your lover in a past life.”

Lounging on the couch beside Zayne, you were sharing a quiet evening, decompressing after work. He’d been reading a book, glasses perched on his nose, turning the page once in a while. You’d been scrolling on your phone, catching up on your friends’ socials when one post caught your eye and decided to share it with him.

Zayne hummed, looking up from his book as you continued. “They’re supposed to be on places where you were kissed the most.”

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"Why are you walking like that?" You watch Zayne slip into his office for your usual lunch date. He's limping oddly as he walks over to his desk and slips into his chair.

"It's nothing." He tries to reach for the bag of pastries, but you pull it out of his reach.

"Did you get hurt? If something happened, I wanna know Zayne. Just because you're a doctor doesn't me-"

"I didn't get hurt. I'm just...a little sore." His ears have a hint of pink, and you frown in confusion.

"How could you be sore? You had a rest day yesterday and the day before you did your arm workout. How are your legs sore?" You raise a brow when he sighs, almost embrassed.

"I believe it has to do with...last night." He says pointedly.

"What did you do last-oh." Your eyes go as wide as dinner plates, suddenly remembering the intense night you'd shared, which had mostly involved you on top of Zayne, hips slamming down against his.

"I...am so sorry." Remorse fills you, and you're quick to push the bag of pastries towards him. He pulls out a chocolate croissant, tearing it in half and offering you the clearly larger piece.

"Don't be. I have no regrets." He says it so casually, while you eat your pastry in shame.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll make it up to you, I promise!" You smile, though it falters when the corner of his mouth twitches upward.