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i wanna be wherever you are, wanna get carried away (wave after wave)

Summary:

zayne x reader have confessions to make which leads to their first time with each other. ♡

Notes:

got inspired to write this based off my original tweet

 

fic title inspired by song 'tsunami' by niki~

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It all happened so fast. Zayne had picked you up for a simple dinner, where you wore a cute red blouse and white skirt that showed off your legs well. You also paired it with a set of nice red heels and small dangling earrings.. He said you had looked gorgeous, and took you to your favorite restaurant. A place the two of you have claimed since you started officially dating. 

 

You and Zayne have become exclusive only a few months ago, but ever since the day he officially asked you to dinner, your relationship with him has blossomed in a way that causes your heart to race faster and faster every moment you spend with him. You knew what was happening, and you didn’t know how it happened so quickly. 

 

You were falling in love with him. 

 

It was while you were at dinner, and he was cutting your filet for you into pieces the way you liked it. The lights were dim, and you and Zayne were in a secluded area in the garden area, soft music filtering the air. Your eyes explore his face, noticing the way he was solely concentrating on cutting your steak for you, eyebrows furrowed. To the little bump on his nose that you adore so much. You realized then that he was everything you could possibly dream of, and that’s when it slipped out past your lips. Those three words every person wants to hear from their partner. 

 

“I love you,” you said, not realizing you had said it until you noticed Zayne had abruptly stopped cutting the meat, hazel eyes finding yours. The two of you stare at each other, his eyes softening as he realizes what you just said, the tiniest of smiles appearing on his face. 

 

“How polite of you to say this on our three month anniversary,” He says, resuming the cutting and then placing the plate back in front of you. “In this restaurant of all places.” 

 

Your heart is about to burst out of your chest as your throat clenches up, realizing that maybe this was a little too fast for his liking, maybe he didn’t see you in that way, maybe– 


“Zayne–” you quickly say, but not knowing how to really follow after that since panic is creeping up your spine. It quickly fades away though when a familiar hand finds your manicured one across the table, interlacing his fingers with yours and you notice his heavy gaze on you, and that’s when you begin to understand.  

 

It’s not regret. It’s love. His gaze is full of love. 

 

“I love you too,” He says quietly, voice calm and calculated, but there’s still that tinge of raw emotion that Zayne only reserves for you to hear. You feel like the world has stopped spinning, and your eyes never leave him when he speaks up again. “and I don’t think I ever want to let you go this time.” 

 

You weren’t sure what he meant by the last part, but you don’t question it because his thumb distracts you by slowly tracing your soft skin, creating little crescent moons with his nail indentations. 

 

After that, everything became a blur as time passed by both quickly and slowly all together. You and your boyfriend continued to have dinner at the restaurant, and he never let you go after that, whether it was just holding your hand or when he had his hand on the small of your back, walking to his car. Or when he placed your hand on his thigh, gripping it gently as he drove to his apartment. 

 

The energy had shifted then, something in the air became so prominent between you and him. 

 

You loved him. 

 

He loved you. 

 

That’s all that mattered in that moment. 

 

So… the two of you seemed to have the same idea then. 

 

And that’s how you ended up in this position. 

 

Entering the keypad of his home at the front door, his hand is wrapped around your waist, the other hand holding your purse for you as it’s punching in the code, noticing that it’s shaking in the smallest fragments, you’re about to ask him what’s wrong, but he presses a gentle kiss into your hair, squeezing your waist as he pushes open the door. 

 

Allowing you to walk into his home first, he follows behind and hangs your purse on the rack at the entrance before closing the door behind him. Without questioning anything, Zayne leans down and undoes the straps of your heels before taking them off of your feet one-by-one, setting them to the side. 

 

“Only you would wear the shoes that hurt your feet constantly on our dinner dates.” He huffs, standing back up as he takes off his shoes as well and putting them both in the closet at the entrance of his house. 

 

Only because I know how much you secretly love them.” You reply, about to walk into the common area of his home before you feel a familiar hand on yours that is holding you back.

 

“I’d love them more if they didn’t make your feet hurt. You know I think you look beautiful in everything already.” He insists, taking a couple steps towards you, hands against your waist and he smiles softly when he notices your little pout. You can see the way he looks at your eyes and then down to your lips. It’s a gaze that you’re too familiar with.

 

He’s about to kiss you. 

 

So your hands slowly find their way to his chest, fingers massaging into the dress shirt, watching the way they wrinkle underneath their touch. It doesn’t last long though when Zayne uses his finger to tilt your chin up, hazel eyes half lidded when he looks at you for a few seconds. 

 

That’s when he finally leans in. That’s when you feel his lips against yours. 

 

It’s nothing more than a long peck on the lips. He pulls his lips away after a moment, breath a little shaky, and he chuckles at the way you lean back into his touch, trying to chase the kiss but only end up nuzzling his nose with your own. 

 

Zayne’s lips brush against yours, the finger on your chin trembling slightly as he tightens the grip on your waist. 

 

Is he nervous? 

 

“Can you say it again?” He asks, voice nothing more than a whisper, a little desperate. The finger on your chin slowly forming into a palm on your cheek, thumb moving in small circular patterns on the skin. Your eyes open, a little confused at his request until you notice that gaze. 

 

It’s the same look he had on his face when you confessed your love to him at dinner. 

 

Your lips form into a smile, heart racing out of the sheer love you have for this man, and you nod, nose still nuzzling against his, lips brushing against one another but not quite touching fully yet. 

 

It’s a hushed whisper when you say those words again, but they hold so much meaning to it.

 

“I love you, Zayne.” 

 

Suddenly, Zayne’s lips are on yours again, breath wobbly and arm pulling you in closer into his touch. 

 

The kiss is gentle, but full of passion and so, so , so much love. Moving lips along one another, and he allows his hand to move to the back of your head as he leads you back, pressing you against the wall of the hallway entrance of his home, making sure you don’t bump your head in the process of it.

 

As your breaths mingle along one another, lips exploring and minds racing of thoughts that only you two can hold together, Zayne’s grip on you becomes more dangerous as your heart flutters wanting more, enticed to take this further. 

 

The way he shows how he cares for you, reassures you, and especially the way you know that he loves you. He’s everything you’ve wanted and dreamed about, and he’s right here in front of you. 

 

You don’t want to waste another moment. You’re becoming desperate. 

 

For his touch. 

 

His kiss. 

 

Him.

 

So you tilt your head to the side, leaning more into the kiss as your hands slowly make their way around the back of his neck, fingers grazing at his scalp. You tug him down as your kissing becomes more reverent and needy. When he complies, a little moan escapes past his lips and it gives you absolute chills. 

 

Zayne seems to understand what you’re seeking for, and allows his hands to rub at your waist, fingers dipping underneath the hem of your red blouse. He touches the soft and supple skin of your back and stomach and you grasp against his insistent touches, feeling his tongue swipe its way upon your bottom lip. 

 

He doesn’t go too far yet, and this is just like he always does. He wants to make sure this is what you want too… and you definitely want to right now.  

 

You take the initiative by licking at his bottom lip, nipping at it to make him gasp against your touch, his hands freezing in place but fingernails bluntly forming crescent moons from the grip he holds on you. That’s when you allow your tongue to find his wandering one, allowing them to intermix with one another. 

 

His hands begin to wander again, and it’s as if he’s unable to stop now. Going from your waist to your thighs, his calloused fingers brush against the warm skin underneath your white skirt and they dance along the surface which makes you gasp at the feeling that is all too familiar. 

 

You need more. 

 

Which is why you wrap your arms around his neck, and you hoist yourself up which he immediately understands, grabbing the bottom of your thighs and allowing you to wrap around him like a koala bear. 

 

Resuming the kisses, you make sure that he feels your lips all over his face, leaving warm touches on his lips, cheeks, chin, and even his fluttering eyelashes. Zayne carries you towards the couch, but you find yourself shaking your head immediately at that, protesting against it. 

 

He pauses and pulls his lips away, eyes flickering up to yours in a shaky breath. 

 

“What’s wrong? Want me to put you down?” He asks, voice wavering with need and desperation, but he’s holding it back because he’s so good to you. His eyes explore your entire face, watching every single expression to see if there’s any concern or perhaps regret. You immediately reassure him by shaking your head again, a breathless laughter appearing. 

 

“No, I–” You press a kiss on the side of his mouth, fingers curling around the back of his neck, touching his black hair. “Take me to your bed.” 

 

This is when Zayne’s eyes widen slightly, pupils dilating and lips parting slightly.

 

They’ve never gone to his bedroom. The furthest they’ve done is making out on the couch, and maybe messed with each other such as you giving him blowjobs and Zayne fingering you a few times in the car, but that’s it. This.. is leading to the possibility of a new territory for them. This may be a new bridge that they will cross, and that explains Zayne’s expression currently. 

 

He clears his throat when he’s been quiet for a little longer than usual. 

 

“Really?”

Your stomach flips at the way his voice drops a couple of octaves, deep and curious. You nod, eyes drilling into his to make sure he knows how much you want this. 

 

“Please?” You ask, not even having to make a plea because he’s already walking towards the bedroom, pushing the door open with his foot. Reaching the bed, he’s now laying you down onto the soft mattress and covers that smell so much like him, and it causes all of your senses to heighten in that moment. 

 

Your brain goes into hyperdrive, wanting nothing more than to be surrounded by your partner. To be completely enveloped within his touches and embrace. 

 

You want Zayne. Not just in this lifetime, but in all of the ones after that. 

 

When you look up at him, his hands find purchase on the mattress upon both sides of your head, looking right at you with that smirk you’re so used to now. 

 

“What’s on your mind?” He asks, hazel eyes exploring your face, a hint of teasing in his voice. 

 

Usually you would tease back, but right now there’s something more important than that. 

 

Your hand finds his cheek, and your thumb caresses the area right near his nose, moving down to his bottom lip and smoothing the area with your touch. 

 

He takes a sudden deep intake of air, a little shaky as his eyelids flutter, leaning into your touch. He looks so blissfully aware of what’s happening right now, and his hand explores your chest, moving down to the hem of it, fingers brushing against your skin again as your back arches in response. 

 

Zayne seems to really take interest in the way you react, because suddenly he grabs your wrist near his face and presses it down to the mattress as he allows his lips to find your chest, touching at the skin that’s visible from the cut of the blouse, kissing and nipping at the warm skin. 

 

Your hand twitches at that, and he instinctively finds himself intertwining his fingers with yours against the mattress, his other hand roaming your stomach underneath the clothing and you can’t help but to gasp softly, looking down at this soft hair, entangling your fingers in it as he kisses your chest, sucking on an area near your collarbone which you know is going to leave a mark or two in the morning. 

 

Zayne, ” you plead, feeling his weight collide with yours on the bed as he presses his body against yours, making you instinctively spread your legs so that he can stay in between them. It’s then when you feel his erection between the layers of clothing the two of you have, and you can’t help but to look up at the ceiling, feeling a new haze of intimacy between the two of you. A soft moan escapes past your lips when he nips at the top of your breast, tugging down the blouse a little to get more access. 

 

Your back arches, and you can’t help but to wrap your legs around him to pull him closer into your heat, rolling your hips so that the two of you can feel this new euphoria.

 

“Darling,” he groans against your chest, and shakily looks up from his current position, pupils blown out, lips glossy as one hand reaches your abandoned breast, squeezing. It makes you squeeze your thighs so that he can rub his clothed dick against your wet heat. He moans your name out softly and curses, “If you keep doing that.. I might have to pull away.” 

 

This causes you to blink in confusion, the lustful haze disappearing for a moment as you raise an eyebrow. “Why?” 

 

Zayne just huffs, and moves up again, his breath fanning out against your ear. He’s still holding your hand with one of his and the other squeezing your breast. His voice is deep and rough, and it makes you even wetter. “Because I desire you in more ways than you can imagine. And I don’t want to make you uncomfortable because we haven’t taken that step yet.” 

 

His breath is hot against your ear, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand as your stained glossy lips part, and you move your hand down to his thigh, fingernails grazing against the pants, close to his erection but not quite touching it. 

 

“What if I want us to take that step?” You murmur softly against his ear, pressing a kiss to the lobe and nipping at it. 

 

You visibly see him freeze in place, but you also don’t miss the way his erection twitches in his pants in want and desperation.

 

Is tonight the night? Will we finally cross that bridge? 

 

Your heart flutters when you think of what will happen, and you take the initiative to pull your hands away and press them against Zayne’s cheeks to make him look at you. He looks disheveled, but in the best way possible and it’s all because of you. It warms your entire soul with the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the only person in this entire world. Nothing else matters, and you two are in this little safe bubble with one another. All of your past worries melt away, and you give a gentle smile as you watch him lean into your palms as much as he can, eyelids fluttering and lips pressing against your left thumb. 

 

He’s so needy. You think to yourself, chuckling at how perfect this entire moment is. 

 

“I knew it was you from the moment I saw you… I just,” you dip your thumb in between his lips and you feel his tongue circle around the tip. Your breath is taken away at the vision, mesmerized with how gorgeous your boyfriend is. “I just wanted it to be the right moment, you know?” 

 

His gaze is on you, and he can’t help but to pant softly at the thoughts of you and what he wants to do to you. You can tell he’s trying to compose himself, to not ruin this moment. 

 

You don’t think he could even if he tried. 

 

“And that moment is now?” He asks, his stare never leaving your face, checking your facial appearance to make sure you weren’t joking. You nod immediately. 

 

“If you’ll have me.”

At this, he finally looks down, shoulders shaking. You realize that he’s laughing, and he presses his forehead against your chest as if he’s trying to relieve himself. 

 

“You say that as if I’m not in absolute love with you,” He confesses, and this is when you raise your eyebrows in surprise, still adjusting to hearing this type of profession. He chuckles, wiping the sudden tears from your cheeks that you weren’t aware of. “Let me take care of you.”

When he says this, all you can do is nod your head, sniffle and he takes your hands, wrapping them around his neck and gives you one more kiss on the lips, letting it linger so that you can compose yourself. “If you change your mind, tell me. I won’t be upset.” He murmurs against your lips, and you just scoff softly because you know you would never take this moment away from the both of you when you’re this close. 

 

“I’ll never change my mind..” You insist, and he smiles softly, nodding. 

 

“So stubborn,” is all he replies with, and he kisses you again, but this time more feverishly, quite literally taking your breath away as he swallows you up within his embrace. 

 

This kiss is quite different from all the other ones you’ve had up to this moment since the very first one after your first date with him. It’s full of need and passion like normal, but the entire atmosphere has shifted between them now. 

 

You are his, and he is yours. The both of you know that now, and maybe that confession at the restaurant brought you two together completely. And in a way, you feel that Zayne could potentially be your soulmate. A part of you already knows that. Maybe he is meant to be yours in every single lifetime, no matter how difficult it can get. 

 

It feels as if a wilted flower is blooming into something beautiful, a flower such as a jasmine that signifies pure love and sensuality. You want to be carried away within his embrace forever and more as he does with you 

 

You feel that with Zayne as he continues to kiss you, your head tilting so you can get more access to him, swiping your tongue against his lips, begging for an entrance in which he allows almost instantly. Your tongues dance along one another as he massages your breast, moving his hands down to the hem of your blouse, and slowly begins to tug at it, silently asking for permission. 

 

“Here,” you say softly against his lips, panting as he continues to roam his hands all over your torso. You sit up and encourage him to do the same. He kneels back onto his bed, and meets your fingers as the both of you lift the red shirt off of your body, Zayne tossing it somewhere to the floor. 

 

When Zayne’s eyes find yours, he can’t help but to let his wanting gaze down to your chest, and it ignites need within you as your fingers reach behind and unclasp the laced bra. Zayne goes ahead and pulls the straps off your shoulders, and slides the bra off, throwing it somewhere near the shirt most likely. 

 

This is when he stares completely, and you feel your cheeks burn at the way he looks at you with desperation and need. Your hands reach up to his black tie, loosening the knot as you pull it off of him, and he takes the hint instantly, unbuttoning the white shirt, revealing his torso you find absolutely gorgeous. 

 

You’ve always found your boyfriend absolutely handsome, but right now, your heart bursts out of your chest as you watch him take off his shirt, and your hands wander all over his skin. You kneel up onto the bed to meet his height, lips finding his neck and beginning to press gentle kisses there. His breath hitches, fingers entangling into your hair as he breathes heavily into your ear, sounding like he is going to die if he stops touching you. 

 

Your body twinges with absolute desire, and one of your hands trails down to his erection, squeezing the area as your lips continue its ministrations along his chest, kissing and licking the skin. 

 

Zayne’s panting at this point, whispering your name at the tip of his tongue, almost cursing. It makes your toes curl and you want to hear more of it. 

 

Pushing him to the side, he now lays down, wandering hands finding your hips as you crawl onto him, straddling him with your thighs on either side. He stares at you with parted lips, chest heaving as little marks start to pepper along his pale skin. 

 

You lean over, hands touching wherever they desire and you roll your hips. His left hand finds the back of your head, tugging you down into another kiss, full of tongue and desire as his right hand pinches your nipple which causes you to twitch, gasping against his lips. 

 

He tugs at your hands, pulling you up a little so you’re leaning over him, and he immediately kisses your breasts, licking at one of your nipples while pinching the other. You’re whimpering at how he’s ravenging you, feeling your heat between your legs begin to ignite. It doesn’t help that Zayne’s cock is twitching against you either. You wonder if he’s in pain from how his pants are constricting  him. 

 

“Ah, Zayne–” you whisper out, chest heaving as he flicks his tongue against your nipple, getting it wet before sucking on it, letting it go with a small pop before moving to your other nipple. “ Fuck.” you whine, noticing he planted his feet onto the bed, so you lean back as much as you can, rolling your hips onto his erection completely and it’s Zayne’s turn to moan out little curses which surprise you. 

 

“How do you expect me to be calm when you do this?” He groans against your breast, squeezing one while his other hand grabs your ass, pushing you down onto his erection. He’s shaking, and it’s making your head spin. “You’re so beautiful that it pains me sometimes.” 

 

Your desires are finally coming true, and seeing Zayne become this pliant against you makes you want to take it further. Your cheeks are tinged with pink as you look down at where he’s sucking and kissing your nipples, and you push at his shoulder to make him look back up at you when you say, “I want you, okay? You don’t have to keep holding back. I want you.” 

 

Zayne’s eyes are blown out, a mixture of pure lust and love, and he can’t help but to nod at what you say, and his hands move down to your skirt, reaching underneath to grab at your ass, rolling your hips onto his clothed erection. 

 

The bedroom is quiet aside from the panting from Zayne, hitching of breaths and watching his expression makes your entire world feel like you’re on cloud nine. His eyebrows furrow, and lips are parted, teeth chewing at the bottom one while he looks down at the two of you conjoined, rubbing against one another to feel any type of relief. 

 

You can’t wait any longer, you need him now or you feel like you’ll die. 

 

“Help me,” you say, tone desperate and you lift your hips up to reach down and unbuckle his pants, and his fingers shakily reach down as well, unzipping them to pull out his hard length. 

 

Zayne has a decent size, perfect length and quite thick. Your mouth waters once you see what you’ve been wanting this whole time. He chuckles quietly once he notices you literally drooling over it, and lifts his hips up to pull his pants down and you help him as much as you can. He uses his legs to push them off, letting them lay abandoned at the end of the bed, but he’s not finished yet. 

 

His fingers find the small zipper of your skirt, already tugging it down. “You too,” he murmurs, voice husky and much deeper than usual. You can tell he’s just as desperate as you are, and you nod, pulling the skirt off and peeling your panties off as well. After sliding it off of your legs, you notice Zayne sitting up now, leaning against the headboard as he gazes at you with an expression of nothing but pure love. 


This is when you realize that this is the first time you and him have been completely naked in front of each other. 

 

It’s something new, something a bit nerve-wracking, but something quite exciting. 

 

The air has shifted now, and the both of you know it as you look at each other. Your heart flutters as you watch him admire you, reaching out his hand to pull you closer, other hand on your hip so that you can sit in his lap again. 

 

One hand placed on his shoulder, the other interlocking with Zayne’s, he can’t help but to lean in and press kisses along your hand, to the tips of your fingers and down your arm. 

 

Time is slowing down now, and it’s just the two of you. Your breath is shallow as you watch him admire every inch of you, kissing down your arm and then your  shoulder, your collarbone and your breasts again, but it's full of love. Lips moving back up to your neck, he nips at your earlobe, tongue playing with the earring you have on at the moment, and his hands begin to wander all over your skin, unable to stop touching you. 

 

He touches anywhere he can get to, mapping out your skin as if you’re a constellation of stars, and your body floods with chills as your chest heaves at the adoration and pleasure mixed together. You watch him take his time with you, and he chuckles quietly into your ear as he kisses any part of you right there. 

 

“I can’t get enough of you,” He whispers, and your head tilts so that your breaths mingle with one another, and his eyes are half lidded when he gazes at you, breath shaky and hands squeezing your hips. “I never will. I need you all the time.” 

 

“You have me,” you reply with, lips finding his as the emotions come to you quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck again, and sucking at his bottom lip while his hands roam your body, squeezing at all of your folds and curves. You have never felt this loved in your life, and you for sure have never loved this hard before. “You always will.” you reassure him, voice a little raw and wavering as the feelings of this moment make you emotional. 

 

Zayne just smiles against your lips, and resumes kissing you, nodding and the both of you stay like that for a while just intertwined.

 

After what feels like minutes, his hands begin to move again, fingertips sliding down to where you need it most. 

 

Once they touch that bundle of nerves, the both of you moan quietly against each other’s lips. It’s hard for you to concentrate when Zayne’s fingertips glide in between your wet folds and he groans when he feels how wet you are. 

 

But it’s not enough, it’s never enough. You could be physically enveloped or intertwined with this man, and it still won’t be enough, because Zayne deserves the entire world and you want to give him all of you all the time. 

 

Pulling your lips away, you try to compose yourself with your emotions as he presses his forehead against yours, rubbing your clit in gentle circular patterns. Panting against his lips, you look down as your foreheads are connected, and reach down to wrap your fingers around him. 

 

Hearing him moan out a soft plea, you shakily stroke his cock for a moment before allowing him to press it in between your folds. You and Zayne both whimper at the contact as this is a new experience for you both. 

 

You’ve never gone this far with him, but you’re so happy that you finally have this chance with him. When you notice Zayne already looking at you, you think that he feels the same. 

 

“Not yet,” He whispers against your lips, chest heaving as you can tell the pleasure is beginning to consume him. “Just.. Fuck.” 

 

Hearing him curse is strange because he usually never does, but in this case it absolutely makes sense as you understand what he wants by holding the base, and allowing his tip to rub in between your folds, tip kissing your clit. 

 

Once the two of you find a steady rhythm, your hand pulls away, and grabs the back of his head to pull him into a desperate kiss, tongues and lips pressing against one another as you roll your  hips, his cock rubbing against your cunt creating a wet glide that’s quite pleasurable for the both of you. 

 

His eyebrows furrow as he concentrates, hands gripping your ass to control the movements, and you moan every single time the wet tip rubs against your clit. It’s never been this pleasurable in your life, and you don’t want him to stop. He moans against your lips, kissing down your throat and licking anywhere he can. 

 

You’re completely wrapped up in him, exchanging body heat and sweat but it's all worth it. 

 

It lasts for a few moments, and you’re getting desperate at this point, not wanting to wait a moment longer. You want to create this new path with him, and you yearn for it so much you feel like  you’re about to explode. 

 

“Zayne–” 

 

“What is it, darling? Tell me.” He gasps when you put all of your body weight on him, wetness completely enveloping his erection between your folds, the tip pressing against your bundle of nerves. 

 

“I need you.” 

 

He understands immediately what you mean by that, and nods. “How do you want it?” 

 

You shake your head, not caring. “I just want to see you.” 

 

Zayne takes care of the rest, guiding you back down to lay on your back, and tells you to wait there as he gets off the bed, reaching down to the drawer in his nightstand, pulling a square packet out. 

 

Watching him open the small packet, you whine when you realize what he’s doing and shake your head. “I’m on the pill… I haven’t been with anybody in a long time..” you say to him quietly, wanting him to throw it away, but he is already shaking his head and denying you. 

 

“I know you are on birth control, and I know you haven’t been with anyone. I haven’t either,” He says, sliding the condom onto his dick as he kneels back onto the bed, getting in between your legs while grabbing a pillow from behind you. He lifts your hips to put the pillow underneath you, placing your thighs onto his own. “But for our first time together, I think we should be cautious until we properly talk about what we want for our future times when having sex. Not when the both of us are... quite dizzy with emotions at the moment.” 

 

You are honestly floored at how much this man cares about you, and how lucky you feel to have found him. He’s thinking rationally, but you can tell that he’s about to combust with how much he feels for you just by the way he spoke and how he’s looking at you. You can’t help but feel tears brim at your eyes, falling as the emotions get to you fully. 

 

Worry seems to flood Zayne’s facial features as he leans over, immediately wiping and kissing your tears away. “It’s not that I don’t want all of you, darling. I just want us to talk about it when we’re both in a clear mindset. Is that okay?” 

 

And you can’t help but laugh softly, breathy laughter right into his ear as you wrap your arms around his neck, and give him a gentle kiss on the lips, sniffling while doing so. When you pull away, his eyes are slightly widening at the sudden emotional outburst. 

 

“I’m not upset,” you say, a hand finding the side of his face, stroking his ear as you gaze at him with pure love and adoration. “I just love you so much.” 

 

When you say this again to him, his gaze softens, all of the previous worries melting away as he takes the hand on his face, and presses a lingering kiss to your palm, eyes fluttering shut before taking your hand into his, interlocking them together. He does the same with your other hand and presses them against the mattress on both sides of your head, holding them tightly. 

 

His eyes open and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead while he whispers it to you. 

 

“And I adore you,” He murmurs, pulling one hand down, eyes looking in between the both of your bodies, and he grabs his dick, letting it press against your folds, rubbing his tip along the familiar wetness. Pressing another kiss to your forehead, he looks at you for reassurance that he shouldn’t even need from you because he already knows how you feel about him. “Are you ready?” 

 

You instantly nod, finding that your hips are angling himself so that the slide will be easier for the both of you. “I’m ready.” You say, and he nods, pulling back so that he can guide himself to your entrance. 

 

A lot of emotions are filtering the air right now, and you’re excited but also nervous. It’s been a very long time since you’ve done this, but even then, this feels like an entirely new experience in itself. This time feels so much different than any of the other times before. Because it’s with him. 

 

When Zayne finds your hole, he lets the tip of his dick catch onto it and he’s already hissing at the contact. Your fingers find the tip of his chin, tilting his head up so that the two of you can look at each other. 

 

You give him silent consent, nodding your head, and he grunts, placing his hands onto yours again, pinning them down to the mattress as they interlock together. 

 

Then it finally happens. 

 

You watch Zayne’s expression as he slides himself into you, which is an experience in itself entirely. 

 

His lips part suddenly, a small gasp escaping as his hazel eyes bore into yours, breath hitching as his entire body trembles against you. He’s taking his time, making sure it doesn’t hurt you, but the grip he has on your hands is incredibly tight and you can’t help but whimper as you become accustomed to his thickness. 

 

He moans out, whispering your name breathlessly as he pushes all the way in and you nod at him, tilting your head back as it becomes way too much to bear, but it feels so damn good. 

 

“Y-You okay?” He asks, voice wavering. You know he’s holding back, and you don’t want him to. But, he is quite thick inside of you already. It’s a very new feeling, but it feels so good as you’re trying to get used to it. You nod your head, tears pricking at your eyes again, and he instantly presses gentle kisses to your cheeks and slowly begins to slide out only to find a gentle rhythm. 

 

The two of you become intertwined fully within each other, as if the two final pieces of a puzzle finally come together. 

 

You’re whimpering, squeezing his hands before pulling away from his grip to wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him down to be closer to him. He’s moaning into the crevice of your neck and shoulder, holding onto you tightly as you spread your legs more so that he can go deeper within you. 

 

Zayne is whispering sweet words into your ear, telling you how good you feel, how you’re perfect, and that you deserve nothing but the entire world. 

 

It’s interesting because Zayne would never allow anybody else in his life to hear anything like this, and it makes you feel even more special. It’s like your personal little secret to know just how perfect he is to you. 

 

You let out little sighs and plead for more as your fingers find his broad back, dragging the nails along the surface, and it makes Zayne twitch inside you, going a little faster, rocking his cock deep into your cunt. He lets out a warm moan when you clench around him. 

 

This is everything you’ve ever wanted and more. You’ve never felt so lucky in your entire life. 

 

He pulls his head away, looking at you again, and you can see the emotion in his eyes, noticing that they’re a little glassy, but he’s not crying. It still causes your heart to swell, and you pull him into a deep kiss, lips sliding along with each other. 

 

It’s one of the messier kisses of the evening, panting against each other as Zayne fucks you endlessly, his hands roaming down to your thighs and pushing them up so that your legs go over his shoulders. 

 

This creates a new angle, and the two of you groan out in pleasure. He watches your every expression, how your cheeks are probably red and you’re glistening with sweat just like he is. Zayne leans over, pressing his hands onto your stomach, forcing your legs to bend back a bit more, and his cock kisses your cervix. You tilt your head out, gripping the sheets beneath you as he literally whimpers. His lips find whatever they can touch at this point, and right now it’s your calves and ankles. 

 

He watches you with a blown-out expression, hair disheveled and he’s fucking you with vigor now, but somehow is still watching for any signs that you want to stop. 

 

Because he’s perfect like that. You think to yourself.

 

He’s so effortlessly perfect. 

 

And he’s– 

 

“Mine.” you whisper into the lustful air, looking up at him with pleading eyes and he twitches inside of you as he goes in slow but steady thrusts. 

 

“Really?” He asks, just as fucked out as you are, sweat dripping down his neck and your hands find his on your stomach as they hold onto each other. 

 

“Really,” You reply, chest heaving and pleasure consuming you. “You’re mine forever.” You whisper to him. 

 

This causes Zayne’s eyes to flutter shut, whispering out curses to the gods out there, his lips pressing against your leg and he nuzzles his nose onto the surface. He begins to fuck you harder, his cock going in and out of your pussy like his life depends on it, but he still holds your hands so gently as if you’re the most precious thing to him. 

 

And you are. 

 

Seeing him become so desperate for your touch turns you on immensely, and you eventually move your legs once they start to ache, wrapping them around his waist to press him fully into you which the both of you moan out loud at. 

 

You take his hand, pulling his long fingers into your mouth, and suck on two of them while watching him. He pants at the sight, chewing on his bottom lip while fucking you. Your tongue wraps around the fingers and you push them down your throat to show him how much you need him right now. 

 

He shakes in absolute pleasure, wriggling his fingers for a moment before pulling them out, and let them pinch your nipple for a moment. When he gets a reaction out of you, he continues his ministrations by finding your swollen clit, rubbing his wet fingers onto it, making sure to do it in the way you like it; not too fast or too slow, in circular patterns but focusing on the underside of it. 

 

It causes you to twitch within his touch, arching your back and you whimper out his name, begging for him as your pussy clenches around him tightly. He responds by whispering out more curses, thrusting harder as the need between you grows higher and higher. 

 

“Fuck, my love.. I’m about to come.” He says, pulling his hands back up to yours, and holding them as he leans over, kissing you sloppy but somehow that makes it more intimate. You nod at his statement, arms wrapping back around his shoulders and you keep him close to you. 

 

The both of you kissing quite sloppy, and his thrusts are becoming vigorous, messy, as he’s trying to catch his high. It’s when you clench for the final time, and he releases a low moan against your lips, twitching and shaking as he fills the condom up with his cum. 

 

You can’t help but help him through it, rubbing his back and whispering filthy nothings into his ear that’s reserved for Zayne only. 

 

When he finally stops shaking, you feel his dick eventually softening inside of you and he collapses against you while you continue to rub his back, walking him through it step-by-step. You’re still really aroused, but nothing will ever compare to what you just witnessed from your boyfriend’s orgasm. 

 

He hides his face within the crevice of your neck and shoulder, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath, your free hand stroking the back of his head, letting your fingers entangle within the soft black hair. 

 

Neither of you say anything for a few minutes, living in complete bliss as you cling onto one another, still intertwined with each other. 

 

Zayne finally catches his breath and composes himself as he slowly tilts his head up, eyes catching yours and you smile at him mindlessly, tilting your head up to press a kiss to his cheek. 

 

“Are you alright?” He asks you, checking your facial expressions for any sign of pain. “I didn’t hurt you?”

You shake your head, pressing more kisses to his face even when he’s trying to make sure you’re okay, hands roaming across your body. “Of course, I have the sweetest doctor boyfriend to take care of me.” 

 

Zayne chuckles against you, nuzzling his nose against your cheek as he presses a kiss wherever he can. 

 

“Thank you for being such a good patient then.” 

 

Your body flushes when he says this, skin prickling hot as he slowly pulls out of you, watching your boyfriend’s eyebrows furrow as he’s probably overstimulated from the contact. He grabs his pants and takes off the condom, making sure to wipe himself off properly. 

 

You watch him do this, sitting up onto your elbows and being completely mesmerized by how gorgeous Zayne is in the process of this. 

 

He catches your gaze as he ties up the condom, placing it somewhere else to be tossed later on. His primary focus is you. When Zayne looks at you, his gaze darkens slightly. It’s barely noticeable, but you notice it. 

 

“I need to give a good reward to my #1 patient.” He states scooting down the bed, laying down on his stomach as he hooks his arms around your thighs one-by-one. 

 

You laugh at this, realizing where this is going, your entire body prickles with heat once again. Your cheeks dust with pink across them, and you chew on your bottom lip for a moment before replying. 

 

“It’s not a good look for a doctor to pick favorites, Dr. Zayne.” 

 

He looks up at you with that peculiar gaze, as if he is starving for more. He kisses and bites your thighs for a moment, making sure each one gets enough attention before his breath is just an inch away from your throbbing wetness. He pushes your legs a little so that you can spread them even more, allowing him to see all of you. 

 

“You’re an exception,” is what he says, voice deeper than normal as arousal flickers in the air again, and he dives in, allowing his tongue to make a broad swipe from your wet folds to your clit. He pauses at the bundle of nerves to wrap his lips around it, and sucks. 

 

You immediately gasp, leaning back onto your elbows as you arch your back. Pleasure is filling within you, and find that one of your hands finds his soft hair, entangling your fingers into it as you push his head down into your wet cunt. 

 

His licks are always so intricate, and he knows just how to set the speed and pressure without it being over or understimulating.

 

Sucking at your clit, his gaze is on yours watching your every facial expression. The way your swollen lips part, to the way your eyebrows furrow, to the sweet moans you’re letting out while pressing his head down into your pussy. 

 

He lets his tongue explore down your folds, nose grazing against your clit now. He flicks his tongue here and there, allowing it to dip into the hole where his dick was previously. 

 

You whimper out his name continuously, falling back onto the bed as he eats you out, switching from dipping his tongue deep as he can into your hole to sucking on your clit as much as he can. 

 

You writhe around in pleasure, back arching and legs moving but he presses your stomach down with one hand to keep you in place and adds two fingers into your twitching hole in the process. 

 

This is what causes you to go overboard, especially with the way he nips and flicks at your clit, tongue dipping in and sucking up all of your damp sweetness. When he looks up, you gaze at him. The lower half of his face is glistening with your wetness, and he smirks as he fucks you with his fingers. 

 

“My sweet girl..” is all he says, and that’s what sends you over the edge. 

 

Your back arches as your orgasm finally arrives, your body writhing and legs wrapping around Zayne’s head as he helps you through it. He’s still calling you sweet things, but your vision turns white as you see stars while Zayne kisses your clit. 

 

It suddenly becomes too much, and you gently press against his head to get him to stop. You’re breathing heavily as you begin to crash. He knows immediately though as he kisses your pussy one more time, pulling his fingers out and sucking on the sweetness before he scoops you up into his arms on the bed, holding you tightly against his chest. 

 

He whispers sweet things into your ear as you feel the covers being pulled from underneath and eventually on top of you. Zayne is right next to you, holding you and petting your hair. 

 

A few minutes pass by, maybe even ten minutes or so when you finally come back to your senses. Your breathing has steadied, heart beats going back to its normal pace, and Zayne – your sweet and perfect boyfriend is still holding you, rubbing your back in small circular patterns. 

 

You give him a signal that you’re okay by intertwining your legs with his underneath the covers, and he moves from his position of how he is holding you to looking at you, checking on you. He pushes a strand of your hair away from your face and behind your ear as he gazes at you. 

 

The two of you look at each other with such fondness, and then you laugh as you realize what just happened. 

 

You feel like you can do anything now with Zayne by your side. 

 

He smiles too, leaning into nuzzling his nose against yours, lips brushing against yours when he speaks. 

 

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your pain?” 

 

This causes you to burst into laughter, knowing that Zayne had just brought up an inside joke the two of you had for the longest time. He chuckles too, fingers dancing against your skin underneath the blankets. 

 

“Hm, a solid 2.” You say, looking up at him to assure him that you’re merely playing along with him, and he just huffs. 

 

“How can I make it better?” 

 

Your heart flutters against your chest, and you look at him with such tender fondness, and you don’t even have to say anything because he already knows. 

 

He always knows. 

 

“Oh, I know… I’ll say it to you again.” he hums, nuzzling his nose against yours before continuing, his pretty eyes watching you, fingers stroking your soft hair.

 

“I love you.”