Zayne: Man of Many Talents 😏

Image credits to Love and Deepspace

I’ve decided to go all in and write Zayne and Rafayel’s too. So here goes for Zayne. I have no idea why with each story, my writing is getting raunchier. LOL! Enjoy!

Recommended songs while reading: Love You Better by GOT7 and Switch It Up by Jay B and sokodomo

“Thank you!” I waved to the nurses as I walked out of the ER.

I had a tougher than usual wanderer fight today and fell quite hard during one of the explosions.

“Oof!” I exclaimed as I collided into someone.

“Steady,” the familiar voice said as he put both hands on my shoulders.

“Zayne!” I exclaimed, surprised.

He glared at the bandage that went from my right shoulder down to my elbow, and my surprised face turned sheepish.

“I just bumped into something,” I started explaining.

“Come,” he said as he grabbed my left hand and pulled me along.

His voice was steady and firm, but I could already feel his blood boiling from the look in his eyes when he saw I’d been hurt.

When we arrived at his office, he gently pushed me into through the doorway, then closed and locked the door.

“It’s just a bruise, Zayne,” I said.

“Today it’s just a bruise, tomorrow will your bones break or your flesh be torn?” he replied.

“I’m a hunter, Zayne.”

“And I never agreed that you keep up with this occupation. Do you know…” he started, and stopped all of a sudden. He’d been walking towards me and had stopped an arm’s length away from me.

“What? What do I know?” I replied, crossing my arms across my chest. It was my turn to get upset now.

He knew the reasons why I became a hunter. And yet, he’s been on my case about this from day one. First it was because of my heart, and now every bruise and scratch I receive gives him reason to continue to talk me out of this job.

“It’s nothing,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose; the way he always does when he’s frustrated with me.

“Come on! Say it again! It’s dangerous. I could die. Why can’t I just get a normal job,” I ranted. “Is that all?”

“I’m sorry,” he apologised as he reached for me to hug me in his arms.

I didn’t hug him back and stood motionless in his arms, my forehead against his chest. I was still seething and wasn’t planning to let it go this time.

“So now you won’t even hug me,” he said softly as he gently stroked my back.

“You deserve it,” I mumbled into his chest.

“Hey,” he said as he used his hand under my chin to tilt my head up to face him.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I had a busy morning and then I had a shock when I saw your arm all bandaged up.”

“I didn’t break anything. It’s just to cover my arm after they applied the salve to reduce the bruising.”

“I overreacted. I know,” he admitted, his hands now coming up to cup either side of my face. “Can I get a kiss now?” he smiled.

I grabbed the lapels of his coat and pulled him down so that our lips met.

He tasted of the mint that the hospital gave out for free.

“That was a good kiss,” he smiled when we pulled apart.

“Yea?” I said. “That was for you. Now this one’s for me,” I said as I pulled him down and kissed him hard.

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It was like I’d sparked a flame in him. His hands that were just resting on my hips a while ago now crushed me against his body.

The kiss went on and on, and I suddenly pulled away, remembering where we were.

“Are you sure it’s okay to do this here?” I asked breathlessly.

“I’m on my break,” he replied, equally breathless.

“I mean in your office?” I said, smacking him lightly on his arm.

“The soundproofing is top notch,” he smirked.

“Zayne!” I exclaimed, giving him another smack on his arm.

“Come here,” he laughed and lifted me up in his arms holding my legs on either side.

“Hey!” I squealed.

He walked towards his desk, sat me down on an empty spot and proceeded to pull my shoes off, tossing them to the side.

“One of your fantasies,” I teased.

“How did you know?” he said as he started kissing and nuzzling my neck.

“Well, we’ve not done it here yet,” I laughed.

“Exactly,” he said.

While we were talking and kissing, his hands had started helping me out of my clothes until I only had my panties on.

“Are you sure?” I asked Zayne. I was getting more hot and breathless as time passed.

“When have I not been?” he said as he led me off the table. “Turn around,” he said, spinning me around and pushing me forward.

I braced both my hands on the edge of the table. Suddenly, I felt something cold moving down my back. I sucked in my breath at the first contact.

“What are you doing, Zayne?” I asked, trying to turn around to look, but he held me so that I couldn’t move.

“Shh… I’m listening,” he said, and that’s when I knew it was his stethoscope.

He’d touch me with his stethoscope, then kiss me where he’d touch me. When he was done ‘listening’, he continued kissing me from the top of my spine all the way to my tailbone.

“You’re getting your panties wet,” he said in his doctor voice. “You need to take it off, Miss.”

“Would you take it off for me, Dr Zayne,” I said, twisting my head slightly just so our eyes would briefly meet.

“With pleasure,” he smiled as he slowly dragged it down my leg and placed it aside. “Don’t move,” he added and I could hear him unzipping his pants.

“Are you going to ‘examine’ me with your ‘equipment’?” I giggled.

“Have you been watching porn or something?” he laughed as he placed his pants on a chair next to my panties and my clothes.

“Isn’t that the usual trope for doctor-patient roleplay?”

“This is not roleplay,” he said as he hugged me from behind. “You are my patient.”

I could feel him hot and hard against my lower back, and it made me even wetter.

“Lean forward,” he said, pushing me down again.

This time, he was touching me there.

“What are we going to do about this?” he said as he caressed me.

“What you do best Dr Zayne,” I replied, my voice sounding more desperate now.

“Oh… and here I thought I was the best at being a cardiac surgeon,” he laughed as he rubbed against my entrance, hot and hard.

“You’re a man of many talents,” I managed to reply.

I was getting breathless, going crazy with want. I wanted him inside.

“Zayne…” I pleaded as he continued to tease me.

“Hmm?” he responded. “What’s that?”

“Please…” I said, and in an instant, he was inside me.

I was going crazy, getting hotter and higher by the second. Maybe it was the thrill of doing it in his office, or maybe because he seemed a bit wilder today and it was turning me on.

As he continued moving, his hands came in front to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples.

“Aah!” I exclaimed, hit by an electric shock of pleasure.

“Look at me,” he said as he pulled out and turned me around.

He lifted me back onto the table, and he was back inside me as I wrapped my legs around him.

He pulled me closer and kissed me hard as he kept moving.

“Mmmph, Zayne,” I breathed against his lips. “Don’t stop,” I moaned.

“Definitely… not… stopping…” he said with each thrust.

My hands grabbed his hair at the back of the head, guiding his face to my breasts. His lips latched onto one breast and he started sucking hard.

"Oh!" I exclaimed as the pleasure from the pain hit me.

"That's going to leave a mark," he chuckled when he lifted his head, then he gave the mark a lick as if to make it feel better.

"I don't care," I said, holding his face in my hands and kissing him hard.

"You're driving me crazy," he said when he pulled away, and started thrusting harder and faster.

"Yes!" I screamed, throwing back my head as the feeling of ecstasy hit me.

That day, we tried out a few more spots in his office until his break time was over.