zversed

[zversed]

BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER!CALEB

content: best friend’s brother!caleb who may have a thing for you

includes: caleb x afab!reader (l&ds)

tags: swearing, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (m. receiving), pussy slapping (just once), caleb is lowkey a pervert and a meanie!

minors dni. this post contains 18+ content.

BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER!CALEB who accidentally runs into you in the middle of the night during one of your sleepovers with his sister. in fact, caleb had seen you ten minutes ago. he had you in a mean mating press, your dream form gushing around him as you cling desperately to his frame. a thin layer of sweat clings to his body as his eyes snap open. with shallow breaths, his eyes dart around his dark room to search for you. shit, that felt so real. caleb sighs, his cock strains painfully against the fabric of his boxers. on his way to the bathroom to wash up, he runs into you—your shadowed figure jumps slightly, surprised to see him.

he apologizes for startling you, but not before taking in how cute you look in your sleep shorts. he curses internally as his eyes scan your oversized shirt, your perked nipples peaking from under the thin fabric. your eyes, still half-lidded and drowsy from your slumber takes in his shirtless figure. though dark, the small light emitting from the partially open bathroom door casts shadows across caleb’s well-defined chest.

caleb doesn’t miss the way your eyes trail down his body— how your eyes linger just a smidge longer on the outline of his hardened cock. caleb feels his cock throb in his sweatpants, begging for some release. heat pricks at your neck and your eyes flicks back toward his. “you’re up late,” you mumble.

“couldn’t sleep,” he responds, his voice wavers slightly. you yawn, wishing caleb goodnight as you walk away. the hem of your shorts ride up slightly—the bottom of your ass peeks at him as you walk, your hips swaying a bit too much. blood rushes straight to caleb’s cock and he swears you’re doing this on purpose. he finds himself back in bed that night, hands slipping into his sweats as he fists his cock to the thought of you. he can’t help it, you make his dick hard. caleb pumps himself slowly, soft whines of your name leaving his lips.

BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER!CALEB who almost loses his fucking mind when you ask him to teach you how to give a blowjob. “what?” caleb immediately says. surely he heard you wrong the first time. embarrassed, you mutter a quick “nevermind” before turning away. he swiftly grabs ahold of your wrist, turning you back to face him. “no, say it again,” he murmurs, gaze never leaving yours.

the air between you two is thick with tension. “it’s just—i’ve never given one before,” you start. “i figured since i’ve known you forever…” caleb chuckles, you’re so cute he thinks to himself. ah, fuck it.

“i’m all yours. have at it,” he says, gaze dark with need. caleb immediately has you on your knees between his parted legs, his hand rests on the back of your head as he sits on the living room couch.

“my parents and sister will be home soon,” he sighs as you plant light kisses over the head of his cock, his breath hitching in his throat. a strangled groan escapes his lips once you wrap your mouth around him.

“shit, you’re drooling everywhere pipsqueak,” he groans, head falling back against the couch as you struggle to take the rest of his cock in your mouth. you moan as your lips wrap around the tip, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. caleb’s hands tangle in your hair as he guides you further down. he revels in the way your eyes well up with tears as he stuffs your mouth to the brim. when he notices that you could barely wrap your hand around his cock, god he nearly cums at the sight.

“like this?” you ask, eyes innocently looking up at him. “yeah, just like that,” he exhales shakily.

“just watch your teeth pips,” he hisses as your teeth lightly graze the bottom of his cock. “m’sorry,” you mumble, adjusting your lips around him. the sound of caleb’s soft grunts fill the room, loving the warmth of your mouth a little too much.

“try to take it all,” he coos. a drawn out moan escapes his lips as he feels his cock hit the back of your throat and you gag, tears threatening to spill. undeterred, you continue to bob your head around him, hollowing your cheeks as you push him toward his release.

“just like that—oh, fuck,” caleb moans. he cums with a guttural groan, watching as the base of his cock pulses as he empties his seed into your mouth.

BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER!CALEB who practically begs you to let him fuck your pussy. i mean after all, he taught you how to give a blowjob. it’s the least you could do, right? at least that’s what you told yourself when you sneak into caleb’s room in the middle of the night. tears glisten in your eyes as caleb slides his hardened cock against your puffy folds, refusing to fully enter you. his cock glistens with your slick, the tip of his dick rubbing against your clit each time he ruts against you.

“caleb please! just put it in and fuck me already,” you whine, tears threatening to spill from frustration. he chuckles to himself quietly. it’s almost laughable at how desperate you are. it took nearly two days of him begging for you to finally agree. now he has you exactly where he wants you—splayed out across his sheets begging him to fuck you.

“your thighs are shaking so much pips, doesn’t this feel good?” he teases. caleb shifts slightly, causing the tip of his dick to push a few inches past your entrance. you whine and buck your hips up against him, helpless and desperate as you beg for more. “caleb, more,” you whimper, desperate for some sort of release.

“you asked for it,” caleb warns before fully sheathing himself between your gummy walls. your walls flutter around him as you take him inch by inch. you moan loudly at the unexpected stretch, his lips capture yours immediately, effectively shutting you up. caleb’s lips move expertly against yours, tongue tracing the bottom of your lip before pulling away, gaze dark with need.

“are you trying to wake the whole house up?” he scolds. with a swift motion, he delivers a sharp but playful spank to your pussy and your body jolts at the sting. caleb doesn’t miss the way you clench around him.

“oh? you like that huh?” he teases. your body trembles against his as he continues his assault on your pussy. caleb thrusts into you roughly, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass threatening to expose the both of you. your moans come out in ragged gasps as you struggle to catch your breath between his sharp thrusts.

“so. fucking. tight.” he groans inbetween thrusts, your pussy practically sucking him in. from the way caleb grips your thighs roughly, you’re sure he would leave a mark. caleb glances down at where you’re both connected—the sound of your pussy squelching, and the sight of your pussy creaming around the base of his cock has his head spinning and he’s fucking delirious. he drills into you with abandon, angling his hips sharply to brush against your sweet spot and you squeal. “who would’ve known my sister’s best friend would have such a creamy little pussy,” caleb grunts.

your core is on fire and god, caleb might just be sex incarnate. your body tenses as you slowly reach your peak and you come with a guttural moan, your cunt pulsing and desperate.

“i’m coming,” caleb whines. he lets out a strangle groan as he stills, hot thick ropes of cum paint your walls. warmth spreads between your thighs and caleb’s thrusts slowly come to a halt, resting his head against yours as you both struggle to catch your breath. your phone buzzes, your best friend’s name flashing brightly across the screen.

[1:28 AM] bestie <3 sent a message: yall are NASTY pls get a hotel or something 👎👎

a/n: i literally wrote this so quick that’s how bad the brain rot was for this. siri play best friend’s brother by victoria justice.

[zversed]

DOCTOR, DOCTOR!

content: zayne has some trouble establishing boundaries with his favorite patient.

includes: zayne x afab!reader (l&ds)

tags: swearing, unprotected sex, creampie, medical play, cunnilingus (f. receiving), fingering, titty sucking, overstimulation, squirting, table sex, almost getting caught(ish), pwp

word count: 3.7k

minors dni. this post contents 18+ content.

“this is the third time this month,” zayne mutters under his breath, his voice heavy with concern.

you sit on top of zayne’s desk in his private office, covered in abrasions and cuts. your clothes are torn and stained with patches of blood. the mission had been a disaster—the area was overrun by wanderers and your team was severely outnumbered. while attempting to aid one of your team members, a wanderer snuck up behind you and a blast had hit you with brutal force, sending you flying a couple hundred feet. after what felt like hours, backup finally arrived just in time to pull you out of the wreckage. battered and bruised, you found yourself stumbling into zayne’s office during hospital after-hours.

“turn this way,” zayne says, his voice low and surprisingly calm. his fingers gently wrap around your chin, his touch tender as he guides your head to the right. he carefully squeezes a small dollop of ointment onto a cotton swab. his fingers slightly graze against the cut on your face and you wince at the sudden sting. the tension in the air is thick as his hand lingers a moment longer than necessary. the cool ointment meets your burning skin and you inhale sharply, your gaze catching his.

you’ve known zayne for years. from his subtle shift in demeanor and the way his eyes flicker with something unspoken— you can tell he’s upset. though, zayne keeps his emotions buried beneath a facade of calm. as much as you hate to admit it, you sometimes wish he’d just tell you what’s on his mind.

“you know, i don’t mean to come to you covered in bruises every time,” you sigh. “then don’t,” he retorts.

his fingers find your chin again, guiding you to meet his gaze. your eyes lock with his, and his gaze falls to the small cut on your lower lip. his fingers graze the tender cut and you flinch, his eyes never leaving yours. he reaches for the ointment before gently applying a thin layer with a swab.

in the quiet space between you, something shifts and you become acutely aware of just how close the two of you are. his breath slightly fans against your cheek as he speaks. a rush of heat rises to your face and you gently pull away.

“is that all?” you ask, deliberately avoiding his gaze.

“i still need to do a quick assessment to make sure everything is alright,” zayne says. you let out a soft sigh before gently nodding in defeat.

zayne’s arm extends behind you as he reaches for his stethoscope. for a brief moment, his forearm brushes slightly against yours sending a subtle jolt of awareness through you.

“take a few deep breaths,” zayne says, putting on his stethoscope. he places the diaphragm slightly below your collarbone and you inhale and exhale slowly. the cool air of zayne’s office fills your lungs—a sharp contrast to your flushed skin. “good, and again,” he says moving the stethoscope to the left side of your chest.

you catch a glimpse of zayne’s eyes—his gaze focused and steady as he listens. he shifts his stethoscope slightly lower, just above the curve of your breasts. the cool metal presses against your bare skin and you shiver. the thought of his hands hovering so close made the ache between your thighs much more apparent. as zayne continues to listen, you notice his gaze slowly start to drift downward, landing on the curve of your breasts. his eyes linger a moment longer than it should. his gaze, usually so professional, now tinged with a hint of desire.

“take another deep breath for me,” he whispers, voice wavering slightly.

suddenly self-conscious, you shift slightly in your seat. you curse yourself for not changing before coming to see him. you take another deep breath, your chest rising and falling slowly. as if suddenly coming out of a trance, zayne clears his throat. his eyes quickly shift up, avoiding your gaze. “your lungs sound clear,” he says, his voice a bit more distant than before.

“i need to listen to your heart to make sure it wasn’t affected as well,” he says matter-of-fact, yet there’s an edge of unease under his words.

as he shifts his stethoscope lower, the cool metal brushes slightly against your clothed nipple. your breath hitches at the sudden contact. “i’ll need to listen for a minute,” he says, unaffected by your proximity.

as zayne listens to your heart, a sudden warmth spreads across your cheeks as you try to distract yourself. his glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, eyes narrowed as he concentrates. his large white coat is draped over his shoulders and beneath it, a white long sleeve button up and black tie peaks at the collar.

unconsciously, your gaze continues to roam down his body. though mostly obscured by his white coat, it was obvious zayne was well-built. most of the fabric of his large coat had been filled out by his broad shoulders. out of all of his colleagues, his frame towered over most-if not all. oftentimes, you’d catch him in passing on his way to the gym near your house. he’s often drenched in sweat, beads glistening as they drip down his chest. that damned black tank top would cling to his frame, highlighting every ridge and curve on his body—his abs and biceps painfully apparent. after every run-in with him you find yourself in your bedroom at night, fingers working diligently as you coax yourself to an orgasm. most nights, you wish it was his fingers instead of your own bringing you to release.

your eyes flicks toward zayne’s hands as he works. his hands are large with fingers long and slender. zayne is a surgeon, it’s a given he’d be skillful will his hands and fingers. you wondered how it would feel to have his hands all over your body, touching and teasing you. how it would feel to have his fingers inside you, pumping and curling against your walls until he has you screaming his name. if he wanted to, you were sure he could easily bend you over his desk and fuck you to your hearts content. since he works long hours in the OR, you’re sure he has the stamina for it. considering his large frame, his cock would surely—

“your heart doesn’t sound affected either.” zayne says, snapping you back into reality. the words cut through your haze of thoughts and you mentally curse yourself. this is zayne, your childhood friend—now doctor. the shift in thoughts make your stomach tighten and you clear your throat, hoping he didn’t notice you checking him out. you didn’t even notice when he stopped listening.

“that’s great!” you say sheepishly, your gaze dropping, unable to make eye contact with him.

“though, your heart rate is a little fast,” he adds. zayne leans in slightly, “any ideas as to why?” the warmth of his breath grazes your skin and you shiver at the close proximity. you could practically feel the warmth radiating off of him.

“you’re the doctor, you tell me,” you tease, attempting nonchalance. zayne smirks, amused by your avoidance.

“well do you have any pain?” zayne questions. you lift your eyebrows, a mix of curiosity in your expression.

“pain can contribute to an increased heart rate,” he starts. “but so can many others things—stress, anxiety, sleep deprivation, arousal…” he trails off, a hint of desire flickers across his features as his words hang in the air. the silence hangs between you like a taut wire, ready to snap.

you cough at at his words and chuckle nervously. heat creeps up your neck and the room suddenly feels a lot hotter than when you first walked in. as you contemplate your excuse, your heart pounds violently against your chest. you glance at zayne, and his gaze drops slightly, lingering on your lips before falling to your breasts. his gaze darkens as it continues to roam your body, tracing every curve— a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor. is there a chance he…?

with a sudden burst of confidence, you decide to test the waters between you two. you lean in slightly, your faces now a few inches apart. the warmth of your breaths mingle, and your eyes lock with his. “and if it’s the last option?” you whisper. zayne’s breath hitches in his throat and he swallows hard, attempting to regain his composure.

hesitantly, you reach out and trail your hand slowly down his chest, stopping just above the buckle of his belt. swiftly, he grabs ahold of your wrist, “we’re in my office,” he murmurs against your lips, unsure if he’s telling you or reminding himself to have some restraint. his calm facade falters as he fights the temptation to close the gap between you two.

“it’s late and it’s just us here,” you whisper, your lips brushing slightly against his. sensing his hesitance, you pull back slightly. zayne’s eyes flicker with uncertainty. the weight of professionalism weighs heavy on him—you’re not just his childhood friend, but his patient. surely the hippocratic oath doesn’t mean fucking his favorite patient in his private office. but god, he could feel his cock straining against his slacks, begging for some sort of release.

“we shouldn’t,” he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper.

he pulls back, glancing at your face. your eyes are heavy with need, practically begging him to do something—anything. “zayne please,” you breathe, and the last thread of restraint zayne has snaps.

zayne’s hands are on you within seconds, gripping your waist possessively. his fingers press into your skin, anchoring you against him. the room fills with your soft sighs as his lips crash against yours, demanding and passionate. zayne kisses you roughly, the tension building between you two for the past years manifesting in the fervor of his kisses. as his kisses deepen, each one becomes more desperate and needy than the last. out of breath, you pull away slightly, your forehead resting against his as you struggle to catch your breath.

zayne’s hands tangle themselves in your hair. he pulls slightly, causing your head to fall back. you sigh in content as he places wet kisses along your jawline down to the base of your neck. “i shouldn’t be doing this,” he mumbles in between each kiss. his breath is hot against your skin as his hands continues to roam your body, squeezing at your ass and caressing your sides before making its way to your breasts.

his fingers work quickly to unbutton your blouse. in a gentle but firm motion, he slips off your bra, eyes darkened with need as he scans over your exposed skin. his calloused hands skillfully kneads the soft flesh, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. zayne quickly replaces his hands with his mouth, licking and sucking at your nipples. the room fills with your moans and sound of his mouth eagerly exploring your skin. as his tongue swirls around the hardened bud, your body arches in response to his touch. you tug roughly at his hair, urging him to continue. meanwhile, his other hand massages your other breast, fingers circling your nipple and giving it a slight pinch. you gasp at the sudden sensation, the wetness between your thighs pooling from his stimulation.

“zayne pleaseee,” you moan, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. zayne’s breath comes in hot, uneven bursts as he pulls back slightly.

“you have no idea what you do to me, do you?” zayne groans, his arousal evident as he presses himself against your clothed cunt. eagerly, he instinctively grinds himself against you, the friction sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

zayne’s lips find yours once more as his hands work to unbutton your pants. in one swift motion, he pulls the fabric down so it pools at your ankles. he urges you to lay back, the contrast between the cool wooden office table and the warmth of your bare skin causing you to shiver. zayne stands between your legs and grips at your hips, pulling you toward him so your legs dangle off the edge of the table. as he kneels down, he positions his face just mere inches away from your clothed cunt.

with his intimate gaze suddenly on you, you blush. zayne keeps his eyes locked on you as he plants wet kisses along your inner thigh. he places an experimental kiss over your clothed cunt and a breathy moan escapes your lips. your hips lift slightly as zayne pulls off your panties, leaving your bare cunt exposed to him. his fingers gently toy with your clit, sending jolts of electricity up your spine. you let out a soft gasp of his name, head falling to the side when you catch a glimpse of his office door. your eyes widen in shock when you realize you forgot to lock it when you first stumbled in.

“zayne the door,” you breathe, shifting slightly in an attempt to push him off. though your half-hearted effort remains in vain as zayne begins to suck on your clit, his fingers gently teasing the entrance of your hole. if anyone had walked in right now, they would see you, flat on dr. zayne’s office table with his mouth and fingers deep in your pussy. your cunt clenches involuntarily at the thought of someone walking in and seeing you like this—horny and so desperate for dr. zayne’s cock.

your breath halts as you hear footsteps echo down the hallway. “zayne, the door is—”

“it’s bad manners to interrupt someone who’s eating,” he mumbles against your cunt. as his tongue flicks expertly against your clit, two of his fingers deftly pump in and out of your sopping walls. as he continues his assault, you flush at the sound of your cunt squelching around his fingers. zayne slightly curls his fingers up, your body twitching in pleasure as he brushes against your g-spot, the unlocked door soon forgetten.

“oh fuuck, zayne, yes,” you gasp, hips instinctively grinding against zayne’s face. he moans against your cunt, tongue dipping into your soddened hole as his fingers continue to curl against your g-spot. your thighs threaten to come together, and zayne, unamused, uses his spare hand to hold your thighs open. your breaths come in ragged gasps as zayne continues his ministrations.

each flick of zayne’s tongue sends waves of pleasure coursing through you as he navigates your most sensitive areas. his fingers move in tandem, your body responding eagerly to him. zayne’s eyes glint with a mix of hunger and admiration as he studies your reactions, reveling in the way your body reacts to him.

as you teeter on the brink of your orgasm, your body begins to tense. every flick of zayne’s tongue against your sensitive bud sends you spiraling closer to the edge. your moans progressively get louder as you slowly reach your peak, stomach coiling, and threatening to come undone. your hand finds its way to zayne’s hair, tugging him closer to your core. zayne’s tongue flicks harshly against your clit, pushing you over the edge. you cum with a guttural moan and your body trembles as zayne holds your legs open, slowly lapping up your juices.

“god, you taste good,” he groans, savoring your taste as he palms himself through his slacks. zayne places a light kiss against your cunt and your body tenses, sensitive from your recent orgasm.

breathless and hazy eyed, you sit up, grabbing ahold of zayne’s face before capturing his lips against yours. his lips are swollen and covered in your arousal. your hands move to unbutton his white coat and shirt, fingers working diligently to reveal more of his toned physique. the way zayne’s shirt falls open reveals his well-defined chest, and you take in the sight of him. “enjoying the view?” he mumbles, a small smile playing on his lips.

“maybe a little too much,” you breathe, fingers trailing down the outline of his toned abdomen. zayne groans against your lips and kisses you with urgency, the remnants of your arousal still on his tongue. breathless, he pulls away, eyes clouded by lust. his hands move to quickly unbuckle his belt, his arousal evident as you stare at the outline of his cock through his slacks. you lean back on the table as you watch zayne through half-lidded eyes. he pulls out his throbbing cock, the tip glistening with beads of pre-cum and you moan at the sight.

zayne, his breath heavy with anticipation, positions himself at your entrance. with tantalizing slow movements, he teasingly brushes the head of his cock against your pussy, coating the tip in your arousal. each slow glide against your sensitive folds causes you to moan. you instinctively buck your hips against him, attempting to get any sort of friction.

“so needy,” he teases, chuckling to himself quietly before slowly pushing the head of his cock past your entrance. you gasp softly at the stretch, brows furrowing when a sudden knock reverberates through the room, causing you and zayne to freeze.

“dr. zayne, are you still here?” dr. greyson calls out from the other side of the door. zayne stills, the head of his cock still stuffed between your folds. your heart quickens at the thrill of potentially being discovered. your eyes flick over to zayne, fully expecting him to pull out and get dressed quickly. yet, you glance at him, his eyes never once leaving yours.

“i’m with a patient,” zayne calmly responds, his gaze unwavering as he slowly pushes the rest of his cock into you. a wave of pleasure and pain washes over you. your breath comes out in short, uneven gasps you struggle to take him. you bite your lip, trying your best to stay quiet. in the corner of your eye, you see dr. greyson’s shadowed feet retreat from beneath the door. the sound of his footsteps fade into the distance.

“shit,” he groans, voice low as your warmth envelops him. he can feel every squeeze of your walls as he buries the rest of his cock in you completely. the slickness of your arousal has zayne utterly fucked out and pussy drunk. a slight tension courses through your body as you adjust to his length and it takes everything in zayne not to throw your legs over his shoulders and pound into you. once you’ve adjusted, zayne thrusts into you slowly, savoring the way your walls pulse and gush around him. he grips at your thighs as he maintains a steady rhythm, each of his thrusts sharp and deep.

the room fills with your moans and the sound of zayne’s skin against yours. the faint creaking of the wooden table beneath you threatens to expose you both. the soft gasps of his name falling from your lips urges him on. “you feel so good,” he mumbles against your lips, eyes threatening to close shut.

zayne glances down to where you’re both connected. he watches in awe as his cock disappears inbetween your folds. as he pulls out, he groans at the sight of his cock glistening in your slick. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you. one particular sharp thrust has you moaning zayne’s name loudly.

“you’re going to get us caught,” zayne whispers. yet, despite his warning, he doesn’t slow down. instead, he deepens his thrusts, angling his hips so they brush against your g-spot. the change in angle sends jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. the snap of zayne’s hips are urgent and deliberate, each one sending waves of ecstasy to your core. you throw your head back, and zayne takes the opportunity to trail soft kisses along your neck.

zayne’s thrusts become more insistent as he pounds into you harshly. he grips your waist tightly, anchoring you as he fucks into you with abandon. your fingers dig into his biceps as you hold onto him for support. the sound of your skin slapping against each other and the squelching of your pussy fills the room. zayne’s hands continue to roam your body before shifting his focus onto your clit. his fingers dance over the sensitive nub, every flick and stroke causing heat to pool deep within your core.

“oh, zayne—fuck!” you squeal, your hands instinctively reaching out to grab him, still overstimulated from your earlier orgasm. zayne curses under his breath as your cunt squeezes him tightly. his gaze darkens as he takes in the sight of you, tears glistening in your eyes from a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation.

“fuuuck,” zayne groans. he throws your legs over his shoulders, placing you in a mean mating press as he continues working his fingers on your clit. you gasp, your body instinctively arching into him for more. at this point, you were sure the entire hospital could hear the two of you, but neither of you seemed to care. zayne’s eyes locked onto yours as he sensed your body teetering on the edge of your orgasm.

“i’m gonna cum,” you warn, and with one final thrust, your body trembles as your orgasm washes over you. a rush of warmth spills forth, fluid gushing out of your cunt as you scream zayne’s name. your body twitches against his as he fucks you through your orgasm, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers words of encouragement. following shortly after, you feel zayne’s breath quicken.

“shit, i’m cumming,” zayne moans, his thrusts growing more frantic. zayne shudders as he buries himself to the hilt in your cunt and with a deep primal groan, he empties himself inside of you. you feel his cock continue to throb against your walls, filling you with his seed. you moan at the warmth pooling between your thighs. involuntarily, your cunt clenches around him, milking every last drop. zayne’s thrusts slowly come to a halt. as he pulls out, the warmth of zayne’s release lingers, seed spilling out of your puffy folds.

zayne rests his forehead against yours, a soft smile gracing his lips. “god you’re amazing,” he murmurs, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. you giggle against his lips, “so when’s my next checkup, doctor?”

a/n: let’s have a round of applause for pussy eater zayne everyone! dr. zayne lives in my head rent free, it’s literally insane. also this took me way longer than i expected but whateverss.

[zversed]

JEALOUS!ZAYNE

content: jealous!zayne who swears he’s not jealous (he’s not)

includes: zayne x afab!reader ft. caleb (l&ds)

tags: swearing, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, fingering, cum play, subtle breeding kink

minors dni. this post containts 18+ content

JEALOUS!ZAYNE who swears he’s not jealous when he forces himself a smile as you compliment caleb on one of his accomplishments at work. zayne scoffs. doctors are important members of society as well, he thinks to himself. he shifts his weight, attempting nonchalance, but his mind races. zayne’s eyes flicks over as caleb shifts closer to you, showing you a photo of himself in his uniform. his jaw clenches, expression remaining neutral. you don’t notice the way caleb smirks at zayne, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “if you want, feel free to come visit me at work anytime,” caleb grins at you. “oh that’ll be fun!” you beam. “maybe after we cou-,” “it’s getting late, i think it’s time we get going,” zayne cuts in with a tight smile. your eyebrows raise, a silent reaction to zayne’s sudden shift in demeanor. caleb chuckles to himself, “you’re still as straightforward as ever, zayne.”

JEALOUS!ZAYNE who swears he's not jealous when caleb hugs you goodbye a little too long for his liking. he doesn't miss the way caleb's hand lingers on the small of your back as you pull away. he stiffens, the plastered smile on his face gone. you could feel zayne’s eyes burning holes in the back of caleb’s head. “if you ever need anything, just give me a call. okay pip-squeak?” caleb smiles, ruffling your hair. zayne’s eyes narrow at the old nickname. “it’s hard to imagine someone as busy as yourself have so much time on your hands,” zayne says, his voice cool, yet sharp. caleb scoffs, “i could say the same for you. don’t you have any patients to see today, dr. zayne?” the air between you three had shifted, thick with unspoken discomfort. you let out a nervous laugh. “well i’ll see you next time caleb!” you say, quickly pulling zayne along with you.

JEALOUS!ZAYNE who swears he’s not jealous when he sees caleb’s name flash on your phone in the middle of movie night. you pick up your phone to reply, chuckling to yourself quietly as you press send. he rolls his eyes, a mix of annoyance and possessiveness coursing through him. you couldn’t help but notice zayne next to you, his gaze flickering between your phone and the tv screen. “i didn’t realize you and caleb were still so close,” he murmured—a subtle, quiet warning. you know zayne isn’t the type to show his jealousy openly, but from the way his hand rested possessively on your thigh to the way his arm slightly grazed against yours whenever you typed spoke volumes. as if the world was testing zayne’s patience, your phone buzzed again, caleb’s name flashing brightly on the screen. he let out sigh. you felt zayne’s eyes on you, the arm resting on your shoulder tightening ever-so-slightly. you catch his gaze, his eyes dark and and he leans in, his breath hot against your ear, “you know, i’m right here.”

JEALOUS!ZAYNE who swears he’s not jealous while he fucks your overstimulated cunt for the nth time for the night. he has you in a mean mating press. your breath hitches as his hands roam over your body, gripping your hips as he drives himself deeper. “do you think caleb knows how soaked this pussy gets for me,” he grunts, ragged breaths hot against your neck. your cunt clenches around him, gripping him like a vice. “zayne, pleaseee” you whine, voice laced with urgency as you near another orgasm yet again. zayne, fueled by (not) jealousy and desire continues his assault. your body begins to tremble as you teeter on the brink of your orgasm. one particular hard thrust has your body convulsing, jolts of electricity and pleasure coursing through your body. your cunt gushes around him, pulsing and desperate as you scream zayne’s name. following suit, you feel zayne tense, his movements growing more frantic as he nears his own orgasm.

JEALOUS!ZAYNE who swears he’s not jealous when he buries himself to the hilt in your cunt. “fuuuck” he groans, brows furrowing. you feel his cock pulse against your walls, hot thick ropes of cum emptying inside you completely. you gasp at the warm sensation spreading between your thighs as zayne’s thrusts slowly come to a halt. he buries his head into your neck, trailing wet kisses along your jawline. “so pretty,” he mumbles. his cock, still buried deep in you begins to soften. zayne pulls out with a sigh, his seed slowly spilling out of your cunt. “it’ll be a shame to waste it,” he scolds, quickly scooping the remnants of his seed with his fingers and deftly guiding it back between your sopping walls. you moan at the stretch, walls throbbing as he lazily pumps his fingers in and out of you. his thumb brushes against your clit, and your body jolts at the sudden contact. you lock eyes with zayne, his eyes dark with need. you had a feeling the night was just getting started.

JEALOUS!ZAYNE who swears he’s not jealous when you ask him if he’s jealous. “so, you wouldn’t mind if i hang out with caleb for lunch tomorrow then?” you playfully tease. he grumbles, “don’t. it’s late, go to sleep.” he pulls you closer, arm wrapped protectively around your waist. he places a quick kiss on your lips before lulling you to sleep.

a/n: jealous zayne is the reason for my existence. it is my food, my nourishment, my sustenance, and the sole reason i am alive till this day. p.s. i haven’t written anything since 2013 back when i was writing stories on wattpad for one direction. give me some grace and constructive criticism pls. maybe even some grammar lessons. thanks :’)

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WELCOME TO ZVERSED'S MUSEUM

hello! i’m anne (she/her). 23. chronically online and hundreds of fixations. l&ds, kpop, kdramas, and anime enthusiast. infj. avid reader but shitty writer. i write nsfw + fluff. stay tuned for brain rot.

currently only writing for l&ds for now. once i get better at writing i’ll open it up to other fandoms!

read the rules before entering the museum. have a look around my gallery, and you might find something you like.

recent works: doctor, doctor! | best friend’s brother!caleb

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WELCOME TO THE GALLERY

key: ★ nsfw | ❤︎ fluff | ☁︎ angst | ✿ personal favs!

ZAYNE

headcanons

— jealous!zayne ★

oneshots

— doctor, doctor! ★ [synopsis: zayne has some trouble establishing boundaries with his favorite patient.]

— at the same damn time! ft. caleb [synopsis: two of your childhood best friends and only one bed, what could go wrong?] (in progress)

longer fics

—what the heart wants [synopsis: third year med student, zayne, loses his top position in his cohort to the new transfer student. typical. probably just another guy whose parents were able to buy their son into med school— wait, the transfer student is a girl? and she’s annoyingly smarter than him? god, she gets on his nerves.] (in progress)

SYLUS

headcanons

—college professor!sylus (in progress)

RAFAYEL

oneshots

—the artist and his muse [synopsis: rafayel has been feeling rather uninspired lately. what better way to get his creativity going other than looking to his muse for inspiration?] (in progress)

XAVIER

coming soon…

CALEB

headcanons

—best friend’s brother!caleb ★

oneshots

—at the same damn time! ft. zayne [synopsis: two of your childhood best friends and only one bed, what could go wrong?] (in progress)