#zaynesmut

Synopsis: To the world, Zayne and you were nothing but academic rivals from back in the day and workplace rivals right now, but what happens when rivalry turns into longing and that in turn ends up with you under him?

Pairing: Zayne x female reader

Content warnings: medical student reader and Zayne, student rivalry, work rivalry, cardiac surgeon Zayne, emergency medicine reader, neurosurgeon Sylus, too much of longing and pining, jealous Zayne, possessive Zayne, cliché misunderstandings, slight enemies to lovers? (only if you squint), protective Zayne, eating out, penetrative sex, kissing and marking,

MENTIONS OF HARRASSMENT. (mild)

This is a 4 part series that was initially meant to be a one shot but I went into too much detail lol. One of the longest pieces i have written in awhile and my first LADs work that am posting. I have almost 8 more ongoing lads drafts which I will try to post as soon as I can

skip to part 4 if you only want smut.

MDNI. Click away if uncomfortable.

THE AFTERPARTY (PART 2)

Zayne knew he was in deep trouble the moment you had walked in through the doors of the hall where the afterparty of your graduation ceremony was being held.

You had been glowing the entire day, your happiness just as radiant as much as it was contagious. Zayne was reminded of how unreachable you were except for the moment you guys shared the stage together. At that moment zayne felt like he could rule and take over the world if you were beside him, seeing him through it all. Both of you being lauded richly for how well you had done throughout your years at med school and sharing the valedictorian speech.

The moment was over before you could even register what was happening and by the end of the day here you were, standing in front of the large doors of the party hall the campus had rented out.

Would zayne be there?

The thought was almost a reflex at this point, wondering if he would be there no matter where you went around campus and sometimes out of it too. Always hoping for a glance and on certain days, when greed took over, you would pray for a chat with him.

But in the end, disappointment was a constant nonetheless

He never attends parties so obviously he wouldn't be here.

Brushing off imaginary dust and convincing yourself to enjoy the last night of your medical school, the moment you entered the hall your senses were overwhelmed

The lights were dazzling, the music pompous and you could tell the booze was flowing around plentifully.

But what caught your breath were none of these, but the gorgeous looking man in front of you

Donned in an all black suit with a blue tie, Zayne looked ethereal and he stood out like a sore thumb. Only if the sore thumb was the most beautiful man you could have sworn to walk this earth. He looked relaxed, drink in hand but barely sipping on it and the moment his eyes caught yours it was as if the world had stopped for you two.

His eyes doing a full over shamelessly, Zayne was on the brink of losing his self control. Unknowingly, you guys had ended up wearing the same color patterns, with you dolled up in a long blue cocktail dress that had a long cut on the side that exposed your thigh, with a few slips of black and dark blue painted over it. You looked like a goddess. His goddess.

But before he could even come up to you to talk, you were being whisked away by your classmates breaking the bubble.

You really wanted to go back to Zayne.

He wanted to talk to you, you could tell he was ravaging you up just by looking and it made you weak in your knees, but the people around you were easily overwhelming and before you knew it, you found yourself in the middle of a thousand conversations happening at once.

But throughout the night you couldn't shake off the sense of being watched, and everytime you looked around, there was a definite Zayne already looking back at you.

Few drinks down and a few twerks up, you were feeling ecstatic. You felt good in your skin, your clothes felt soft but incredibly sexy, your hair was luscious curls flowing down your back and neck and your jewelry glinted gleefully under the pretty lights but most of all your cunt was throbbing with need. You didn't understand if it was the alcohol, but you definitely realized the man in his black suit and a loosely tugged blue tie, sitting cross legged on the sofa with his arm laid back comfortably was not helping.

You felt good and came along with that, a new sense of boldness. The party had hushed down, everybody either drunk or high and some waltzing around to the sensuous music playing. You were going to talk to zayne and put an end to this awkward tension. It was the last day anyway, so it was going to be a game of hit or miss.

Strutting yourself over slowly and purposefully, no doubt the said man’s attention was on you as soon as you were in his field of vision.

But what surprised Zayne, was how comfortable you made yourself, nuzzling right beside him under his arm on the sofa, his thighs touching your bare ones that seemed to be leaving behind a trail of fire.

Unable to hear what you said, he bent a down a little while you stretched a little upwards to whisper into his ear

“Having a good night Dr Zayne?”

Zayne couldn't comprehend if it was the drops of alcohol in his system but his fingers tingled with how sexy you sounded and how fucking delicious you smelled. The trace of the lily scent lingering but now noted more with something that made his head light .Your lips were a faint touch, soft and wet below his ear while trying to talk and it took everything in him to not let out an embarrassing groan so all he did was nod his head slowly to your question, taking in your smirk.

You were so close, he had so many things to talk to you about , so many things to ask you, especially where was your shitty boyfriend but he couldn't care less about all of them right now, you were beside him and that's all he needed at that moment.

Zayne was a classy man. Be it his style or the way he carried himself, now his scent too. A deep rich and most definitely an expensive cologne that was acting as an aphrodisiac for you right now making you wetter by the second.

Just as you were trying to ask him if he had any food, a bunch of drunk guys had plopped themselves loudly beside you and almost as a reflex Zayne’s outstretched arm was now on your waist pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“Zayne- you don’t have to-”

“Shh.. are you alright?” he whispered back into your ear sending shivers down your spine that made you arch into him a bit more.

Anyone from a distance would think you guys were being intimate, but you were unbothered and he seemed too, with how he was staring into your soul.

Slowly you felt Zayne’s thumb brush across your lower lip and tugging it down

“You have never worn such a color before”

“I..wanted to..spice things up? Do you like it?” you couldn’t understand why you wanted to ask him that but you surely sent up a silent prayer hoping he would like it.

“It’s beautiful. Just like the rest of you.”

You were taken aback by how sincere and raw Zayne's voice felt.

“Zayne, I need to tell you-”

“Wanna get out of here?

The walk back to his car was excruciating. The playful glances from your friends hinting good luck for your night with Zayne and your head already buzzing from the after effects of alcohol and god damn it, your panties made you uncomfortable at this point. Zayne still had his arm around you to steady your gait on the walk back and being the gentleman he is, comfortably settling you down into the passenger seat of his Audi.

How loaded is this man honestly.

Plopping himself down in the driver’s seat, Zayne’s tone was unintentionally rough

“I need to talk to you Y/N”

“I was about to say the same thing back in the-”

“I am leaving Linkon tomorrow. Early in the morning”

The expression dropped off your face, as you looked back at Zayne’s stoic self, his eyes glinting with a hint of sadness and something indescribable.

Sadness replaced anger just as quickly as you snapped back at him,

“Why the fuck are you telling this to me now zayne?”

“Its for a research project and I didn't want you to hear it from anyone else besides me, not your boyfriend-”

“Who the fuck are you talking about? I don’t have a boyfriend Zayne, I have had a crush on you since the moment I saw your stupid face in that library of ours, you are such a ditz-”

Out of all the things tonight, this was the last thing Zayne was expecting to hear. You liked him back? Was it all some sort of misunderstanding?

“Jeremy?” Zayne questioned, eyes ablaze. He was furious with himself, was he going to lose you yet again?

“Dr Zayne, I genuinely do not know how you came to the conclusion that I would be dating a man I have been continuously rejecting for the past 6 months. He likes me, not the other way around.”

Sinking back into his seat, he plopped his arm over his head, covering his eyes.

“Pretty girl, you are truly going to be the death of me” he said in a salacious and an equally regretful tone.

How can a nickname you had considered cringey, sound so delicate when rolling off his tongue you did not know.

“I should be the one saying that.”

Your tone was pure anger 

Pushing him back over his seat, and climbing on top of him you grabbed his face harshly, raking your hands through his silken hair.

“Let’s just put an end to this Zayne. I want to let you go. Please” you pleaded, teary eyed your lips barely grazing his, a kiss but not quite there.

He was so confused. All his hasty decisions clawing their consequences out on him, all the while he could feel himself grow rock hard with you on top of him, lace clad cunt leaking onto his pants.

But he was a stubborn man. He was not going to touch you. If he was going to have you, he would have you completely. Not in this state of an impending goodbye or intoxicated fever dream.

“I'm not going to touch you Y/N. Not like this. You know better than me how badly I want to but it isn't happening”

But you were persistent in your own way.

Placing languid kisses all over his neck and jawline, you wanted your lips on his. You wanted him to take control and take over your pleasure. You did not want him to leave. You wish you were important enough to scream at him for his decision or make him drop the whole plan all together.

“You are so mean- zayne…you were supposed to be mine…” was it the alcohol talking? You couldn't care less at this point

“You know I won’t do this. Please baby don’t make it more difficult than it already is for me” he grabbed your chin and took a long look at your features.

Lipstick barely smeared, with tears running down your face, his heart hurt when he realized it was the same exact sight he had come across the first time he saw you. If not more ethereal now.

He was the reason for your pain back then, he was the reason now too.

The night had ended on a bitter note. You passed out in his arms and rudely being woken up in your college dorm, being dropped by him with the help of your roommate who had helped him out.

Zayne had left the exact opposite way he had entered your life.

He loved you and he thought he could let you go.

Fate on the other hand, chuckled, with an entirely different set of cards playing the game.

part 1

a/n: womp womp this was some sexy stuff i came up with