concept: you woke up in the middle of the night, feeling ticklish and sticky. turns out, it was your husband rubbing himself on you.
tags/cw: 18+, zayne x reader, smut, minors DNI, zayne is needy, zayne misses you so much, humping, suggestive, a bit goofy at the start
You were sleeping peacefully, lips parted slightly. A faint puff of breath escaped your lips with every slow exhale.
In your dream, Zayne was cooking pancakes, which you had been craving after cutting some sugar.
'Yummy pancakes, he he he,' was all you thought in your sleep. You stood up from the counter stool, walked towards Zayne, and wrapped your arms around him from behind.
"Zayne, I'll put some syrup on the finished ones."
Stepping away from his back, you reached for the plastic bottle of maple syrup sitting on the counter. However, the moment your fingers curled around the bottle, you felt something strange— the plastic was strangely sticky and slippery, seemingly from the leftovers you made the last time you used it. Shrugging it off, you twisted the cap open, humming with excitement.
However, as soon as you lifted the bottle over the plate, your grip suddenly slipped. The syrup splashed right down in front of your shirt.
"‘M sticky now!" you jolted, body stirring, slowly opening your eyes from sleep.
You started rubbing your eyes, consciousness sinking in. "Sticky...?" And as your vision became vivid, a familiar figure began to take shape in front of you.
It was your husband, Zayne. His eyes were darkened, and his composure was seemingly disoriented. A deep, heavy flush stained his cheeks, contrasting with his usually fair skin. Beads of sweat glistened along his temple, a single drop tracing a path down the sharp line of his jaw. His jaw clenched, and his chest heaved as his breath hitched.
Before you could fully come to your senses, you felt something heavy pressing against your soft, thin panties. Instinctively, you moved a little, trying to make sense of the foreign feeling.
A low, ragged groan escaped from Zayne's lips as he tilted his head slightly backwards, biting his lip in the process.
"Oh..." Your face reddened slightly, seeing Zayne's thick, long shaft pressed against the fabric of your already soaked panties. His arms were on both of your sides, and the first two buttons of his uniform were left open.
"I'm sorry, my love... this—"
"You could've woken me up, Zaynie..." you whispered, encircling your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.
"I'm sorry... you looked so beautiful that I— hah— lost my control." He explained, rubbing his dick up and down, making you even wetter.
"Mmm... you just came home, and you miss me that much?" You teasingly grinned, lowering your hand. You playfully stroke his hard length, eliciting another groan from him.
"Ha— yes—" Zayne gripped the bedsheets tightly, trying to maintain his composure. "Y-you've been on my mind the entire day..."
"Is that so? You deserve a reward for your honesty, my love." You gripped half of his dick with your left hand, rubbing it up and down rhythmically with his humping.
You pressed your index finger on the opening of his tip, and you heard a faint click of his tongue. Suddenly, as if something snapped inside him, he adjusted himself, and with one slide, he pressed against the bump of your clitoris, making you gasp.
"Zayne—!" You moaned, holding onto his arms, startled by the sudden stimulation.
His pace quickened, vigorously jerking his hips against you. Small spurts of pre-cum leaked from his tip, and his breathing became more ragged. The heat from the friction against your clothed pussy made him feel drunk, as if his hips were programmed to thrust automatically.
He buried his face on your neck, inhaling your fragrance as if it were his source of breath. "You feel s’ good, my love." He bit your sensitive earlobe, making you moan in pleasure. "Hah— this—"
Feeling his thrusts become faster, you felt your climax building up in your stomach. "Z-Zayne— Ah! I-I’m going to cum—"
"Cum, cum for me, my love."
As his dick hit your clit once more, your toes curled, and your fingers clawed on his back, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as juices squirted out of your arousal.
Feeling the wetness of your juices coat his dick, Zayne grunted in pleasure. His hips rutted against you sloppily as thick ropes of his cum splurted on your exposed stomach.
You panted, catching your breath as the tension from your body began to wear off. Zayne planted a soft kiss on your temple, caressing your cheek afterwards.
"I'm sorry for this... event, my love." He said in a low voice as his eyes met yours. "I just couldn't stop thinking about you all day."
You chuckled softly. "It's alright, Zayne. Believe it or not, I..." you paused. "... like seeing you lose control sometimes."
Zayne looked away with a flustered expression. "Please refrain from teasing me," he said.
"Hmm? But it seems like the little one here hasn't calmed down." You mischievously looked down on his painfully hard dick. With your playful remark, Zayne's length twitched.
You leaned on Zayne's ear. "Please demonstrate just how much you missed me, Doctor Zayne."
Welp, let's just say you underestimated your husband and were limping the next day.
a/n: yo this was supposed to be short but it turned out a bit long lmao. i can't believe i wrote this with a straight face. sorry by the way, i don't write smut, so i am still working around the terms that i use ><, but i couldn't get this one out of my head so... also i didn't expect that my previous zayne oneshot would receive so much love. i appreciate you guys so much.
also, for my future drabbles and ficlets, i'm going to use these small letters format, but for my oneshots, i'll use the normal paragraph font size.
if y'all wanna see zayne taking care of our tired non-mc, check out here!
love lots xx
