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midgarangel · 2 months ago

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ꗃ mine | zack fair 🗡️

summary: the relationship you have with zack proved to be anything but easy. he’s your best friend afterall, so you promise to be his.

contents: nsfw! zack fair x fem reader! eventual smut, protective/possessive/soft zack, oral (fem receiving), penetration, angst, fluff, basically all three.

words: 4k (i love him what can i say.)

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Life was funny.

It had a way of putting you into situations that you often questioned. Was it genuinely fate? Or did you like being put in these situations?

Especially when it came to your best friend, Zack Fair.

Growing up across the street from him, you often found yourself sitting outside waiting for him to get home from school. Your mom homeschooled you, so every day after you finished, you'd sit out on the steps until you saw him walking down the sidewalk.

He was a happy boy. Always was. And he liked being your friend. You were the only one who welcomed and embraced his boisterous personality.

That friendship blossomed into, well, you didn't really know what it was, but it was something that drew you closer to him. Many nights, he stayed over at your parents' house, the two of you falling asleep on both couches. Sometimes, he'd sleep on the floor next to the couch you were on. Your mom would make those snarky comments that'd get your face red as a tomato because even she knew there was love beneath that friendship of yours.

But it was something different about Zack and you. The awkward moments and stolen glances screamed to the heavens above that the two of you were in love. Yet, he never wanted more; never wanted to have you.

His reason?

You didn't deserve to be thrown into his chaotic becoming life. He had dreamed of wanting to be a first class soldier like his many idols.

“I’d be away for too long. Head full of progressing…” He’d say. Zack didn’t want to subject you to the torture of a long distance relationship. Not when growing up the two of you were inseparable. Needless to say, you understood why he never wanted you to be his girlfriend.

Did it hurt?

Maybe.

But you rather have him as your best friend than lose him for good.

Yet, something changed when he joined shinra.

That young, happy boy who used to walk to the store with you had become a man who was going off to do amazing things. And the unknown feeling of if you'd see each other again weighed on both yours and his shoulders.

It was what made you take his hand and bring him to your room a couple of nights before he had to leave. Your parents had gone on a vacation somewhere south, so you were alone with Zack, in your room. He was just as nervous as you were, not having any experience at all, but neither had you. Yet, he was so gentle as he eased his cock into you for the first time.

You whined and whimpered, tensing at the sting of your cherry being popped, but he kissed you wherever his lips landed to soothe the feeling. He had no idea what he was doing, but his hips thrusted and eventually pleasure took over both of you.

You were each other's first.

By no means did that mean the two of you were suddenly in a relationship, but the promise to always stay best friends was enough to keep you thinking about him over the years. Especially when he'd come home from deployment, surprising you at university sometimes, or showing up at your parents' house when you were home for the weekend.

Then came the moment he returned from the mission that would change his life forever. He had severe ptsd from the nibelheim incident and you tried helping him as much as you could. All he seemed to want was to hold you or kiss you. Sometimes, it went as far as having sex. You knew he was battling his own demons; demons that he never talked to you about.

But you, being the best friend that you were, let him be.

When his mentor Angeal passed away, you took it hard. Especially because the first couple of months, you were under the impression that he also died. But when he showed up at your flat, all you could do was leap into his arms. Crying at the fact he was still alive. You couldn't help it, but you kissed him, pouring all the love you tried to bury over the years into him. It was no shock that he scooped you up in his arms and walked into your bedroom, clothes quickly shedding off each other.

That was the sad thing about your friendship with Zack. You wanted more, and the crazy thing was-he did too. But after everything that happened to him, he was beyond afraid to put you through the pain he suffered.

But that's how it went for some time. He’d come back from a mission, show up at your place unannounced, fuck you senseless, act like he loved you in so many ways..then leave whenever he got called for another mission. You never asked him about a relationship; never asked him to be with you even when you so desperately wanted to.

You thought moving to cosmo canyon would somehow put a stop to the heartache of being in limbo. It did. Until you ran into him randomly one day.

He questioned why you left. Why you didn't tell him where you had gone, even asking if you hated him.

It was hard but you gathered up what little courage you had to tell him that the two of you needed to strictly be friends. No sex. No confusion.

Surprisingly, he nodded his head, agreeing that it was best because you deserved more than what he could give you. You hated that was his go to. Always saying that, but you didn't argue with the statement.

But life was just...funny.

You tried dating other men, but they'd always end up telling you they weren't interested after you'd briefly mention to Zack that you went on a date. Deep down, a part of you had an idea of why that happened, but you ignored it. Although, he had no right to stop you from seeing another guy if he wasn't going to do anything about it. Sometimes, heated arguments about how a certain man wasn't "good enough for you" almost caused the two of you to cross that fine line again, but it never happened.

Life really got funny the moment you saw him at the wedding reception of his fellow soldier/best friend Cloud.

You hadn't seen him in months, and the last conversation wasn't a pleasant one.

So how did you find yourself here? At the same place as him? The world seemed so small. Cloud had married a friend of yours, Tifa. She had invited you to the reception.

Life...it hated you right?

The woman clinging to Zacks arm made your stomach twist in a painful knot. She was beautiful in a way that made her stand out, ethereal even. But maybe it was because she wore the most beautiful dress that had everyone's gaze landing on her from time to time.

How dare he say he never wanted to date you, yet here he was with someone else.

You tried staying clear of his vision, thanking the universe that he hadn't seen you yet. But it was short lived once everyone started mingling.

"Come on. I want you to meet Clouds friends," Tifa said as she pulled you toward a group of men and women standing around.

Shit.

The moment the two of you made it them, she had introduced you to everyone. You were sure your face was beet red as they greeted you; when you felt a certain pair of blue eyes stare at you. He hadn't said a word, but his eyes were narrowed as he glanced over the dress you wore.

It wasn't anything like what the woman on his arm wore, but he hadn't seen you wear anything like that before.

How the hell did you get here?

Tifa did just say you were a close friend of hers but still, how did you know her?

You glanced at him, trying to remain neutral even though your heart was damn near beating out of your chest.

"It's nice to meet all of you," You said before peering around at the men and women again.

Cloud and Tifa were ushered off by a photographer, and they excused themselves before walking off. As the group got back into their own conversation, you took another look at Zack, seeing his eyes still trained on you before silently escaping off somewhere more private, like the bathroom.

At least he wouldn't dare to walk in unless he wanted the elderly women in there to scream.

You wanted to leave; not just leave the reception but fucking cosmo canyon.

She looked stunning-the woman on his arm. She looked everything that you weren't. Was that why he never wanted to date you? Because you didn't look like a model?

Taking deep breaths, you tried to calm down. Looking up a the ceiling above, tears threatened to spill.

You’ve got this.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you were surprised-well maybe not really, to see the large figure of Zack leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets. His eyes met yours, freezing you in your steps for a moment that seemed to go on forever.

"Hey," he said, voice deep.

"Hey," you responded.

A beat went by, his gaze trailing down your body before meeting your eyes again, "Y'look nice."

Nice.

You looked...nice?

Not sexy, not gorgeous, not beautiful.

"Thanks.” you shifted on your feet, looking down at the floor wishing it would swallow you up. You needed to leave before he saw even a inkling of a tear in your eyes. Raising your head to look at him again.

"It was good seeing you Zack," you tried walking away, but he leaned off the wall, walking up to you.

"We need to talk."

Slightly shaking your head, you began walking down the hall, "There's nothing to talk about."

"Like hell there is," he grumbled, walking after you.

"Don't you have your girlfriend waiting for you?" You snapped back, feet taking faster steps to get away from him.

He reached out, his large hand closing around your wrist as he pulled you back to face him, "She's not my girlfriend," his eyes flickering between yours, studying you and seeing the wetness in the corner. You tried not to let those stupid fucking tears fall, "Don't do that.”

"Do what?" you asked, biting your lip because you knew the answer he was probably about to give you.

Instead his jaw tensed, "I’m not with her. She’s important for work. I just decided to come to the wedding with her."

That made you even more mad.

Why couldn't he ask you?

"Whatever," you replied, trying to pull away from him, but his grip tightened.

"I mean it, I swear.”

He pulled you back close to him, your head almost tilted back because of how much he always towered over you. You weren't short, but still, he was tall.

Now was not the time to argue with him though. Especially when you heard the faint voice of his date calling out for him. It made you internally cringe, and you silently begged him with a shake of your head to release his grip on you. He did, and you scurried off before she could ask why he was in the hallway with you.

Still…you couldn't escape that reception even if you tried. Tifa begged you to stay a little longer. God, you wanted to shoot yourself in the head but agreed to, thinking it would be best to just sit at a table by yourself for most of the time except when you grabbed some dessert. You just hated that the cake had to be where the same group of people were, including Zack and his date.

You tried to squeeze by without being noticed, but you had somehow grabbed the attention of a man who had silently been ogling you since you got there. He walked up to you, attempting to strike up a conversation, as well as flirt. The blush on your cheeks and shy smile across your lips had him thinking if he kept this up, then maybe he'd get more from you.

More nervous than charmed at the awkward situation you were in, you didn’t lead the man on. But you could feel the heat basically radiating off of Zack from nearby. His narrowed eyes were lethal if looks could kill.

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When you made it back to your home, you quickly discarded your dress, leaving it by the bedroom door and getting in the shower. You wanted the hot water to wash away the pain that you felt, but that was ridiculous. Watching Zack and his date leave before you just put nothing but jealous and depressive thoughts in your mind, and you wanted to just stop thinking about him so badly.

As you laid in the bed with nothing but a t-shirt and panties on, there was a knock at your front door. You glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was just after 11pm. A sigh escaped your lips, wishing you didn't know who was on the other side. But you did.

"What are you doing here?" You asked him after opening the door, folding your arms over your chest.

He glanced down your figure quickly before meeting your eyes, "How long have you been home?"

A question with another question?

Classic.

A sigh left your mouth, "Left right after you. Now, why're you here Zack?"

He let out a breath that you couldn't see him holding in as he lowered his head. A long pause went by and he hadn't answered you yet. That was something he hadn't done before. It made you feel uneasy, "What's wrong?" you asked.

Suddenly, he raised his head, stepping toward you so quick you didn't have time to think when he grabbed both sides of your head and pressed his lips to yours. For a moment, you were too stunned to do anything until you realized what was happening before pushing him.

"Zack, what are you doing?"

He didn't say anything, he just grabbed the back of your head and pulled your lips back to his. You tried to fight him off because you didn't understand what he was doing as he forced his tongue into your mouth. But god, did you miss him. You had to stop.

You pushed as hard as you could against his chest, making him back away. The both of you stared at each other, your breathing heavy and eyes confused.

"Zack, what's gotten into you?" you asked, voice raising up a bit.

He still didn't respond, instead looking off to the side as he realized how he had just crossed that line of your friendship once more,

"Just-“ he tried to explain but couldn't find the words to.

You hesitated a bit before you walked and stood in front of him, making him glance down at you. His eyes bored into yours.

"Just what?" you asked.

His eyebrows were furrowed as the frown on his face deepened, "Just..need you.." he trailed off. Your eyes widened as you subconsciously took a step back, only for him to grab your hips and pull you back into him, "Please?”

You shook your head, "W-we can't-" you whispered.

"Promise this is the last time.” He pleaded, but you continued to shake your head. "Love...please?" He begged as he put his forehead on yours and closed his eyes, making you do the same. "Just really need you right now.”

You didn't know why, what, or how, but for some reason what he said got to you. He had never asked like that before. The two of you kind of just always ended up fucking. But he never asked you like that. Almost like he was going to break if you didn't give in to him…or worse, cry and lash out.

Slowly opening your eyes, you find his still closed. "Okay," you whispered, biting your bottom lip.

He snapped opened his eyes, looking straight into yours. Not needing to hear anything else, he crashed his lips onto yours again. This time, you felt yourself melting into the kiss.

He picked you up into his arms, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he walked toward the bedroom, kicking the door shut before gently tossing you on the bed. The dim light from the lamp gave a calming vibe in the room, but the way he yanked his black dress shirt off, you knew it wouldn't be so calm in a few minutes.

"Take my shirt off," he smirked, glancing down at you.

Yeah, the shirt you always slept in, and you hated that he automatically knew it was his. Instead, you playfully huffed and pulled the shirt over your head, leaving you in just your panties.

His eyes narrowed for a second before he got on his knees on the bed and hovered over you, making your body lie back onto the sheets. His hands were at either side of your head as his eyes darted over you. Starting with your face before traveling down your body and back up. “You’re so beautiful." He said before coming down to kiss you again.

His words had the butterflies in your stomach thrashing around violently.

When you finally pulled away for air, he leaned back on his thighs, grabbing your panties. You tried to help take them off, but he pulled them off quickly and tossed them to the side of the bed.

Standing off of it, he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge. You almost felt your heart leap out of your chest with anticipation as he kneeled down and gently kissed a spot on your inner thigh. It made your eyes close as you bit your bottom lip. He moved to the opposite thigh and took a long drag with his tongue, making you squirm a bit as you wanted him to do that on the spot you wanted most.

"Look at me, baby.” He said, making you raise your head up to meet his piercing gaze.

"Want it?" He teased and you nodded. “Tell me you’re only mine," Your eyebrows scrunched together as you leaned up on your elbows to really look at him for a moment.

He hadn't moved from his spot as he kissed and licked on your inner thigh close to your clit again, "Tell me."

There it was.

The reason he showed up to your flat...

The reason he kissed you...

Why you were in your bedroom now...

He didn't want anyone to have you…

Except him.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as confusion and curiosity rushed through your mind. But there was also sadness. Sadness that no matter what, you were just his best friend.

"I'm only yours," you whispered.

His cock twitched in his pants before he took one slow, long lick from the entrance of your core to your clit, making you close your eyes and let out a soft moan.

"Promise me, love," your eyes snapped open to see his piercing at you. "Promise me you’re only mine.”

In that moment, you saw the vulnerability flash over his entire face.

He was worried-no scared-that you would somehow leave him one day. Even though he never once asked you to be his; never once let you in his heart like he should have. He was scared you would never be there for him again. That you would move on and find someone to be with.

And he didn't want that...

The crazy thing was, you didn't either.

"I promise.” You sincerely said, watching that devilish smirk appear a little before he attached his mouth to your cunt.

A surprised moan escaped your lips before your right hand reached out to grab the back of his head. His tongue flickered back all over your pussy before he sucked hard on the sensitive bud of your clit.

"Zack…” you fell to your back, grabbing the sheets on either side of you.

A groan echoed in his throat, and the vibration made your legs involuntarily close, but he tightened his arms around your thighs, holding them in place. He licked and sucked on your soaking cunt over and over until you couldn't take it anymore. Your orgasm hit like a powerful tidal wave, ripping through your soul and making you whole again.

And he didn't stop.

He kept sucking, making the moans falling from your mouth get louder in the room. When you tried pushing his head away, he still didn't budge. You raised your head and looked down at him, seeing his eyes piercing into yours in a way you'd never seen before. Like he was an animal enjoying the attack of his prey.

Somehow, you were able to grab both sides of his face, scratching at the skin under his ears as you pulled him up, making him finally stop. He quickly climbed up and smashed his lips onto you, causing you to taste yourself.

Your hands raked over his shoulders and chest, then down to his waist, where you undid his buckle before pulling down on his pants and boxers. He broke away from the kiss, standing up briefly to pull his clothes off completely.

His cock sprang free, throbbing and red with the leak of precum dripping as you took in all of him. The little scars on his chest and abs, the tiny cuts on his face that you would trace with your fingers sometimes, all of him.

He was beautiful.

So were you.

He always loved seeing you; all of you. And you always trusted him with the most vulnerable side of you like this.

You were so goddamn beautiful it hurt.

He didn't wait any longer before he hoisted your legs around his waist and slammed into your soaking pussy, the action making you moan out loudly. A struggled groan escaped his own mouth as he pulled back before thrusting into you again.

Eventually, you ended up on your hands and knees as he pounded into you from behind. You didn't know if he was still feeling possessive from earlier or not, but his strokes were punishing. He pulled your hair, he slapped your ass harder and harder, and you loved every second of it.

He leaned over your back, circling his middle finger over the already sensitive bundle of nerves, and god, you were about to lose it,

"You're mine...all mine," he growled in your ear. His words alone caused a shiver down your spine,

“Promise me again.”

"I promise.” You moaned as your orgasm was getting close. His thrusts were getting sharper yet sloppy in a way that had your walls squeezing around his hard cock. He was close too.

Both of his arms circled around your waist, leaning flush against you,

"Fuck—I love you," he breathed out, pushing you off that edge into the pure bliss of your orgasm. He grunted as he fucked you through it, loving the feeling of your walls clenching around him.

His own orgasm crashed over him, shooting straight through his cock into you, filling the hot seed of him up into your cervix as you milked every last drop. The growl that rumbled in his chest as he bit on your shoulder made you tremble. The grip on your body held you up, but he was afraid to let you go.

Now you were his.

Only his.

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first time writing for zack, i hope you guys enjoyed this one. i love a good backstory. xx <3

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