Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

"Are you still not going to tell me what happened?"

You glanced over at Zayne, making you curse Astra for giving him such a good side profile. The light from the setting sun accentuated the shadows across his face, highlighting his sharp jawline. 

You were annoyed by one of his co-workers who referred to herself as his 'work wife' when you visited him at work. A skinny, brunette nurse who introduced herself as 'Leila'.

He knew he was going to have to act with your continued silence.

You arrived home and parked, he opened your door for you, unbuckled your seat belt and lifted you bridal style in his arms.

"Zayne!" You squealed, caught off guard as he carried you to the door, unlocked it and carried you inside. "I can walk!"

"I know. But since my little penguin does not want to talk, I'm employing a different tactic to get her to open up."

He plopped down on the couch with you on his lap and without further ado started giving you little playful kisses on your cheeks that made you whine and giggle in spite of yourself. "I-I'll have you know this is cheating, doctor!"

"I'm not above 'cheating', miss hunter. I'm not having the only time I get to unwind be ruined because someone ruined your mood." He started tickling your hip and you burst into another fit of giggles.

"Fine! I'll talk." To his credit, he merely straightened up and looked at you expectantly. "It's that nurse, Leila."

Zayne stared at you, obviously confused. "Leila? What about her?"

You felt embarrassed having to admit why you felt this way but Zayne made it clear that you need to communicate even when you first started dating. "She introduced herself as your work wife. You weren't there," you added, as he grew even more confused. "You were still in a surgery." 

He rubbed your back as the quiet settled down between you.

"She's not. I don't ever remember allowing her to call me that nor her referring to me that way in my presence." Zayne said seriously. "She's just a new nurse who had to shadow me for a week. I'm sorry that made you uncomfortable."

Zayne had never been one to lie and you knew that. "I mean I don't understand this concept of 'work wife'. Innocent or not, it is still disrespectful to people who have partners at home."

"I agree. I'll talk to her." Zayne kissed the top of your head. 

You knew he will. You just couldn't help but feel that him talking to her is not enough.

"I feel like she wouldn't listen to you." He gave you a sharp look. "You know, maybe she'll sneakily attack or something."

Zayne chuckled. "Bold of you to assume I'll let her."

You moved to straddle his hips as you loosened his collar for him. He sighed contentedly as you pressed on the muscles of his nape, giving him a light massage.

"You can always leave a statement." He suddenly suggested, sounding almost breathless from the delight your touch brought him. "A physical one."

You were confused. "Physical?"

His lips curved into your favorite small smile. "Marks."

You couldn't help the sudden desire that shot past your head and down to your toes as you realized he had grown hard beneath you. Your body immediately responded to him and your hips automatically squirmed atop him that he groaned. "Z... You're so quick to grow hard..."

"I'm looking at you." he smirked, matter-of-fact. 

"Well, what do you have in mind?" You mewled as his hand slipped under your work shirt and flitted across your thin, lace bra, slipping his hand beneath the lace and making you gasp as your nipple pebbled under his touch as he kissed you deeply. 

"Maybe some kiss marks on my throat." he mumbled between heated kisses. "She'll see that. Or back scratches. Greyson will see them when I change into scrubs before a surgery."

You couldn't help but grow even more aroused at the thought. "You'll let me."

Zayne's lips descended to your throat and you gasped as he nipped at your pulse point. "Of course. We'll give Greyson something to talk about.

If she's smart, she'll get the hint. I'm taken."

Chapter Text

"You feel so good, love." Zayne nipped on your earlobe as he swiveled his hips, mercilessly pressing on your gspot and bruising your cervix that you mewled in delight. "So tight you're gonna make me cum already."

You were pressed up against his desk, back arched as he pounded into you from behind, tits hanging and bouncing shamelessly with each of his thrusts, panties wrapped around your left ankle nearly forgotten.

Perhaps wearing his favorite low-cut dress when you brought him his lunch had been a bad idea. Or was it an excellent one considering how you were getting railed to heavenly oblivion by your fiancé?

His hand came up and kneaded one of your breasts and you moaned appreciatively as he toyed with your hard, aching nipple. "You like it when I take you from behind hmm? You're clenching me so tight."

You swirled your tongue around his fingers, eyes rolling back into your head as his cock drilled into you — every ridge, every vein pressing against your walls that you can't help the sounds escaping from your lips. You gasped when he lifted your hips, literally manhandling you to face him all without pulling out that you felt yourself leak around his girth at his unintentional display of strength.

"Bite me." Zayne commanded, hips unrelenting, drilling into your slick cunt with a wet, almost embarrassing squelch, that you tightened around his cock.

You were lost in pleasure, love and lust. "W-What?"

He gave you a particular hard thrust that had you mewling a bit too loudly in bliss. "Mark me, love. We talked about that didn't we?"

As soon as his words sank in and you vaguely remembered the brunette woman who was claiming to be his 'work wife', you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulled him down and sank your teeth into the soft flesh of his neck.

"Mmm ~ fuck, good girl." He leaned down and bit your shoulder in a similar fashion, making you gasp and suck on the flesh on the other side of his neck, leaving a bruise as you threw your head back when he angled his hips to drive into your gspot and press merciless circles on your puffy, throbbing clit with his fingers.

"Gonna — gonna cum, baby..." You moaned into his ear.

"Yeah? Cum on this cock, love. Make me cum inside you."

Your thighs nearly hurt with how stretched they are around his hips but you gasped his name as you clenched around him and came, convulsing and sinking your teeth on his clavicle that he groaned and his seed spurted from his cock into your warm cavern, hot and thick and dripping onto your thighs. 

You stayed wrapped around each other for a few more minutes before he kissed your shoulder and pulled out of you making you whine at the emptiness. He grabbed some wipes from his desk and started cleaning you up when a knock on the door came.

"Dr. Zayne ~ it's Leila. I have something to ask ~"

The sing-song tone grated on your nerves as Zayne began fixing himself up calmly. "Give us a second, Nurse Chen."

You looked at each other as you hopped down from his desk and let him pull your panties up, giggling as he dropped a kiss on one thigh. "Come in." He called, waving his hand off-handedly and melting the ice he used to lock the door with.

"Hi, Dr. Zayne! I just wanted to ask if you wanted to get lunch — oh." She froze at the sight of you and Zayne. 

"We just had dessert." His tone made it clear that he was talking about another kind of dessert as you merely smiled at her.

"The best kind." You added, tone sly.

"Are there any work-related questions you have, Nurse Chen?"

The girl flushed, eyes lingering on Zayne's neck bearing your bite marks and the first two buttons of his shirt that he had deliberately left undone, showing off his clavicle which also had a bruise.

"Because if there's none, you may go. My wife and I," you felt yourself blush pleasantly at the way he referred to you knowing you are engaged to be married — "would appreciate it if we are left alone."

You nearly laughed as she damn near tripped over herself leaving the office.