#zayne zone

Zayne usually always had some on him, the perks of working in a hospital with an endless supply of free condoms. But you figured the responsible girlfriend thing to do was to keep a box at your place, just in case. But maybe you hadn't thought that plan out entirely.

You almost feel a sense of kinship with men who've been sent to buy menstrual products, staring at an aisle of items you really don't know much about. So, you call the person you always call when you have a question.

"Hello?" Zayne's voice comes through after the first ring, because of course.

"What size is your dick?" You ask, thankful there's no one around to hear you.

"I'm sorry?" He sounds incredulous, though you know he heard you.

"Well, when you're hard. For the condoms. I'm kind of flying blind here. There's not exactly a size chart on these things." You inspect the back of a box just to be certain before putting it back. Cherry flavoured? Yuck.

"Oh. Well you'll have to grab a large. But it's not entirely necessary, I can pick up more at the hospital."

"If Yvonne sees you grabbing anymore condoms, she's gonna think we're sex addicts or something" It takes a minutes for the words to process, as you're busy scanning the boxes, trying to avoid things like "ribbed" and "glow in the dark."

"Wait...you're a large?" You hear him scoff almost incredulously.

"I'll try not to be offended by your surprise." He says, his tone flat as you laugh.

"Well, I'm just saying. Lucky me huh?" He sighs loudly, and you're sure he's pinching the bridge of his nose. Finally, you find a pack that looks good enough.

"Okay, these look good enough! Hopefully they fit you. If not, we'll probably have to do it raw." You say, relishing the choked noise you hear from the other side of the phone.

Zayne frowns at you, gaze flicking between your face and the photo album you're holding, currently open to a page of him as a baby.

"I believe I was an average size at this age." He notes, flipping to the next page. Sure enough, there's another picture of his chubby cheeked toddler face smiling toothily at the camera. Immediately, you coo.

"You were such a fat baby! I could just eat you up." As if to satisfy said urge, you squeeze his hand tightly, eagerly flipping to the next page.

This photo is one of his earliest, only a few months old in his crib. He can admit that he does look quite chubby in this one. Apparently, he was a large baby. You make an odd noise, practically squealing as you suddenly grab his face, squeezing his no-longer-chubby cheeks.

"Look how cute you were! I hope our babies are this cute." You sigh, pulling away from him to once again admire the photos.

Zayne however, is thinking at a mile a minute.

You had said "our" babies. Did you want children with him? Of course, he knew the two of you were in a moderately serious relationship and having children was likely going to be a topic of conversation eventually but still...

"I hope they look like you." He murmurs, leaning closer to smell your sweet perfume. You smile softly, mirroring his actions to rest closer to him.

Zayne freezes at your words, glancing over his shoulder at you. Your arms are crossed, clearly annoyed at his choice of clothing for the day. He glances down, trying to understand what the issue is. It's a fitted black turtleneck and a pair of slacks. What could be so wrong with it?

"You look too hot." You answer his unasked question, walking over to him with a pout on your face.

"It's quite thin. I won't overheat." He's still a little confused. Did you forget his evol keeps him cool?

"Not that kind of hot. Just...you look too sexy. It's bad enough you have a face like that. With this outfit? Someone would snatch you away in an instant." Your arms slip around his waist, hugging him almost posessively.

Heat begins to creep up his neck. Of course he was aware he was attractive, but it wasn't something he actively tried to be. Mostly he kept himself in good shape for the sake of his health, with the added bonus of your appreciation.

"Should I change?"

You sigh, hands beginning to slip under his shirt and trace the muscles of his abdomen. He tenses at the feeling, raising a brow at you. Still, he can't help but be flattered.

"It would be for the best. I think you could cause a car crash looking like this. And think of your patients! If you were my doctor and I had heart problems, I think I would drop dead the moment you walked in the door."

"I am your doctor."

"Exactly. Now go change. Put on a cardigan. Maybe two for good measure."

synopsis: What happens when you're the only one cumming? pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader, Valko x f!reader content: just straight fucking lmao, edging (male), reader is a bad bitch a/n: I said I would start writing multi's...I hope you enjoy!!

Zayne

It's one of Zayne's favourite's.

I mean, it's yours too. After all, he gets so loud when you're on top, even more so when you're in reverse, and he gets the perfect view of your back and ass.

"Fuck..." Zayne groans as you rock back and forth, back arched prettily. Your whole body feels like it's on fire, but in the best possible way. God, you really needed to do this more often.

You can't help but glance over your shoulder, clenching at the sight of him. His brows are knit in pleasure, head tossed back as he moans.

So pretty. Just as pretty as he'd been all of last week when he hadn't let you cum.

Zayne's movements cease, and you're quick to whine in irritation, glancing over your shoulder to figure out why he stopped. He's looking down in surprise, before meeting your eyes.

"The condom broke." He pulls out slowly, and you can't hold back your whimper. Clearly, it pains him too, given how achingly hard he is.

"That was our last one. I can make you cum with oral if you'd like. Or I can go to the store down the stree-"

You're sitting up in a flash, grabbing him and flipping your bodies so he's flat on the bed and you're above him. His eyes widen with shock, but you can tell it turned him on a little.

"B-both of those are gonna take too long. It's f-fine. We'll be fine." You lean in to kiss him as you sink down on his cock, but the sensation of it has you moaning into his mouth instead.

"Fuck we-we really shouldn't." He doesn't seem to believe that, his hips snapping up to meet yours. You gasp, sinking your teeth into his muscular shoulder to prevent yourself from nearly screaming in pleasure.

"We-we're married aren't we? Fuck the condoms I-I don't care any more just-oh god-don't stop!"

Your eyes roll back as he plants his feet and resumes his brutal earlier pace. It's almost embarrassing how close you are to cumming.

"Is that r-really what you want?" He pants against your heated skin, face flushed with pleasure as he brings you both closer. Just the sight on him makes you clench.

"I want e-everything you'll give me. Please?"

But you didn't know he ended up...like this.

"Hi." He pants, still out of breath as he pours himself a glass of water, immediately downing it as you gape at him. His hair is pushed back, drenched in sweat, as is the rest of him. His usual white long sleeve somehow clings tighter, and has gone nearly translucent. His abs are clear through the fabric, forcing you to wonder if he'd caused any car crashes running near the road.

You need his dick in your mouth right now.

He makes a noise of surprise when you sink to your knees, uncaring about how the cold tile will definitely leave bruises. You're simply too preoccupied with pulling down his shorts and laving your tongue along his balls.

"You don't w-want to wait till after I've showered?" He's not complaining, given the way he grips the counter and leans back to give you better access. You shake your head, swirling your tongue around his tip to taste the salty precum and nearly moaning.

"You're insatiable." He gasps, as if he hadn't eaten you out three times this morning just for looking pretty while you sleep.

"You love it." You mumble as his cock gets harder in your mouth. You hadn't bothered to work him up, too desperate to wait that long. But now that he's hard enough, your goal is clear. You need him to cum.

"I'm-fuck!" He gasps as his cum shoots down your throat, whimpering when your moan at the taste over stimulates him. You take your time pulling off, cleaning every drop off his cock. When you're done, you look at him through your lashes with a satisfied grin.

You blink at Zayne, truly taken off guard. Sure, you knew he wanted to get a bit more...effective, but this seemed like a breeze.

"It's something you enjoy, isn't it?" He seems pretty confident in the decision, but you have to question it.

"I mean, of course, but isn't this more of a punishment for you?" He'd clearly expected you to say that, shrugging with just a faint smirk on his lips.

"I suppose we'll see."

Three days later, you've never wanted a punishment to end sooner.

It's Zayne's fault, really. He's always attractive, but he's been looking downright sinful these past days. He forgoes a shirt around the house, something about the heat, and his shorts are always slung so low you can see a peak of the happy trail he'd FINALLY stopped shaving after your pleading.

"Feeling alright?" He's just finished a workout, given the sweat along his abs. Oh, he's playing dirty.

"I'm fine." You're not even meeting his eyes, staring at his glistening abdomen and resisting the urge to lick your lips.

You'd never felt like this until Zayne. It was something about him in particular that just always made you want to blow him, to see his face contort in pleasure and gasp your name.

"I should shower now. You're welcome to join me. I suspect you'll want it turned to cold?"

"It's so nice out today." You remark as you slip your sunglasses on, laying back onto the chair. Your eyes have barely shut when you hear the splash of Zayne slipping out of the pool. Immediately, you're grateful for the sunglasses hiding your hungry gaze.

Seriously, the guy could be a swimwear model with those washboard abs.

"Did you put on sunscreen?" He stands over you, blocking the sun. The sight nearly makes your mouth water, droplets tracing the planes of his abdomen.

"The bottle is too far away. Could you put it on for me?" He doesn't need much convincing, retrieving the bottle of sunscreen and joining you on the chair.

He starts at your legs, smoothing the lotion onto your skin. His touch is nice and cool on your warm skin, a sigh slipping out almost involuntarily. His motions pause for a moment, but then he continues on.

"Could you do my chest too? I'm tired now." The coy smile on your lips may give you away, but Zayne doesn't comment on it. Instead, his sunscreen coated hands slide up your waist and under your top, squeezing the soft flesh before deft fingers find your nipples and circle them.

"I-fuck-I d-don't think I need sunscreen there..." Your words trail off into a moan as he moves closer, settling between your open legs and pressing his bulge against your now soaked bikini bottoms.

"No? So you want me to stop?" He murmurs, face dangerously close to yours as he unties your top and tosses it aside.

"...No one can see into your backyard, right?"

"Not a soul."