"why Did The Ring Mostly Affect Frodo And Not Bilbo Who Had It For A Gazillion Years" Objectively Has

"why did the ring mostly affect frodo and not bilbo who had it for a gazillion years" objectively has a textual answer but i think the best answer is that sauron just likes bilbo more than frodo

bilbo: *uses the ring to hide from his relatives*

sauron, remembering almaren: yknow. real.

Part 8

You couldn't stop thinking about Zayne and what he'd confessed. Was it really possible to be so sensitive that he was aroused just from a small touch from you? Though perhaps it's because he was imagining all those scenes… But now that you let yourself consider intercourse, making love… with Zayne… New worries started plaguing your mind. You blush and then sigh in frustration. You're at work, so you should be concentrating. You'd never been so distracted before. You just needed to finish up this one last treatment plan and then you could head home on time, but all you could think about was Zayne.

As you resume trying (and failing) to concentrate on your work again, you hear a knock at your office door, “Come in.”

“Hello, Y/N.” A familiar voice greets you.

“Gavin?” You ask in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

He smiles, “I was transferred here a few days ago. As for why I'm here specifically, I've got a patient I want to refer to you. I thought I'd ask you myself since I was passing by to drop off the files anyway.”

“Welcome to Akso,” You spread your hands, gesturing at the space around you and then get up to grab the files from him.

His glance drops to your hand and he chuckles, “One ring wasn't enough, so now you've got two?”

You blush, “It just happened.”

“Did you tell your fiancé what I said? He must be quite possessive of you if he went and got you another ring to make a statement.”

You chuckle. “No way. As I said, it just happened.”

Another knock comes at your door, it was a rather harsh knock, and the both of you turn your heads toward the door.

“Come in,” You say in the direction of the door.

Zayne walks in and he gives Gavin a once over as he passes by him. “Are you busy right now?” He asks you.

“Uh,” You glance at Gavin questioningly.

Gavin's eyes also scan Zayne, lingering on his hand as his eyes widen. “So, I finally get to see this fiancé of yours.”

You smile, “Yes, as I told you, he does exist.”

Gavin chuckles, “I believe you,” He turns to Zayne, holding out a hand, “Gavin Bi, an immunologist. I was just transferred here from Skyhaven a few days ago.”

“Zayne Li, I'm a cardiac surgeon.”

“!” Gavin raises an eyebrow as they shake hands, but a knowing smile soon takes over his face. “...Well, I've dropped off the files, so I'll be heading back to my ward. See you two around.” He waves and heads out the door.

Zayne turns to you, “Do rings not deter other people from flirting with you?”

“What? You think so?” Your brows furrow as you think back on the brief exchange.

“And he thought you made up a fiancé…?”

You shake your head, “Yeah, can you believe that?”

“My presence has clearly not been obvious enough. We should change that.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“Starting with this,” He grabs your phone off your desk, swiftly unlocking it (he was so smooth that you didn't have time to wonder how he knew your passcode). He pauses as he takes a look at something on your screen. Then he proceeds to put pictures of him and you everywhere as well as changing your status so you'd both display a snowman emoji. Your lock and home screens, your profile pictures, and your contact picture for him were soon all photos of the two of you. “Why am I just listed as Zayne Li?” He frowns and turns your phone to you.

“Um,” You’ve just never been good with coming up with nicknames; most of your friends preferred not to be called by nicknames, so you'd never had one and you've never thought you needed one. You also listed everyone on your contacts by their proper name. Even your mom had her name as her contact name. “What did you save me as then?” You cross your arms.

Zayne pulls out his phone and shows you your contact name. It read ‘My Love'. You feel yourself heat up, your face probably turning red.

“What do you want me to call you then?”

“I want you to think of one yourself. I'm fine with anything.”

“Even if it's ‘My Carrot'?”

“I'll begrudgingly accept it since it's you calling me that.” Zayne crosses his arms too, clearly hating the idea but still willing to go along with you.

“Then… let's go with ‘mon amour’.” You say quietly. You'd taken French for fun and you know Zayne had read some of your notes. You felt embarrassed saying ‘my love’ in English, but it's different when it is in a different language.

Zayne leans closer, “Hm? What was that?”

But you could see the slight twitch of his lip.

You snatch your phone back to write it out, and then hold out the screen for him to see.

Zayne smiles, “Better. But not everyone understands French.”

You turn it back and change it to ‘My Irritating Fiancé’.

Zayne steps behind you and glances from over your shoulder, “Endearing, but everyone's going to think you're planning to break up with me.”

You retype it again. ‘My EQ’.

“Hmm. While I'm starting to agree, that doesn't really put our relationship into perspective.”

‘Dr. Mr. Li’.

“Ah, I see Greyson’s never living that down, but people will probably think I'm your doctor with that.”

‘Dr. Li, my love therapist.”

“Now I'm your couples therapist.” That pulls a laugh out of you and Zayne puts his chin on your head, his arms wrapping around your waist. “I'm not exactly qualified and I think I'd want to avoid the conflict of interest that'd be involved if I became your therapist, my love.”

‘Zayne Li <3'.

Zayne sighs, “I guess that'd have to do for now.”

You smile up at him, planting a kiss on his lips. Ears a little red, he smiles back at you, but then you realize his lips were a bit more coloured due to the tint from your new lip balm. “Ah, wait, I forgot I'm using a new tinted lip balm. Let me get you a tissue so you can wipe it off.”

“So that's why your lips have been looking more tempting than usual.” Zayne’s gaze falls to your lips. “It's okay, just leave it. It's got a nice sweet scent.”

You're blushing again, “Okay. So… why are you here?”

“I came to get you after work.”

“I'm not done yet.” You sigh as you think back to your unfinished treatment plan.

“Then I'll just read some documents here while I wait.” He takes a seat in one of the armchairs in your office.

“Alright,” You move to sit behind your desk again, but as expected, having the object of your thoughts in front of you only made it worse. You couldn't stop looking at him and once again thinking about what he'd said.

He finally glances up at you in confusion, “Do you need something? You keep glancing at me.”

You shake your head, “I don't need anything. Your presence is just distracting.” You pout.

He raises an eyebrow, “Really? Should I leave then? I'll wait in the car.” He gets up.

“That might be best,” You nod seriously.

“Are you sure?” He inches towards the door.

“Yes.”

As you keep saying yes, he eventually gives you that kicked puppy look he had shown in his cat butler card when his cat ears were touched. You turn away quickly, refusing to fall for that look.

“Are you really kicking me out?” His voice comes out a little pouty and your eyes widen, your gaze quickly returning to his. He still had that look on his face. It seems he's really not holding back much anymore, letting you see more of him. Or you were just noticing it more. Because you'd started to stop restraining yourself from giving all of yourself to him.

“Come here,” You beckon him over to you.

He walks towards you and bends down when you continue to do the same action with your hand. You cup his face and his eyes widen a little. You whisper, “Are you being clingy right now?”

He nods with a pout. And it tugged at your heart. He really could be way too adorable when he wants to be. This might incite your cute aggression. It is really dangerous. He takes your hands off his face, clutching them to his chest and leans to whisper in your ear, “Let’s go home, I want to RSVP on your invitation.”

You shiver, taking one last glance at your notes. You could work on the treatment plan tomorrow. You weren't seeing this patient until next week. “Alright.” His smirk from this victory irks you a bit.

He's completely recovered from his cold now. He expected to get scolded by you when he'd gone to work while still a little sick, but you only sighed, placed a mask on his face and handed him the box of meds with a thermos of hot chocolate already prepared for him to bring to work.

“Don't overdo it.” You told him. He supposed it was because you knew you wouldn't win the argument since you'd done it yourself. “Not that they'd let you do anything much with that cough…”

It was true, he was assigned to the archives room the whole day. And it was midday when MC visited with you in tow.

She held out a bag to him, “I heard you were sick, so I brought some soup for you. I'm keeping my promise, okay?” She glances at you and you look on in confusion. He takes the bag and she quickly walks off after telling him to get well soon.

“What's this about?” You ask him.

“I found out she likes me.” He catches the worried look that briefly flashes upon your face.

“I see…”

He smiles, “And I told her that I'd only hang out with her with you around.”

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape and a bashful look appears on your face. You approach him and pull one side of his mask off, giving him a soft kiss near the corner of his mouth. Then you flash him a sweet smile, your eyes twinkling. He doesn't resist the urge to pull you to his chest and rest a hand on your head for a moment.

You break the silence with a soft voice, “Your heart's beating faster than usual…”

“It must be because I'm sick.” He remarks.

You look up at him and he looks away with red ears.

“Hmm, okay.” You rest your head against his chest again.

“You know it's because of you.” He finally states.

He feels you nod your head. “I know.”

He'd slowly caught up on all his work in the past few days and was able to leave on time today. He'd been quick to stride over to your office, but he hadn't expected you'd have company. At first he wasn't concerned. But then the other doctor made the comment about finally meeting your fiancé, and you'd answered with a remark that implied the doctor thought your fiancé didn't actually exist. So, that was concerning. Very concerning.

You tidy up your files and lock up your office. Zayne kept true to his word, clearly showing people that you were spoken for by refusing to let go of your hand. You'd thought he wasn't one to show PDA, but maybe he was just being considerate of you and everyone else who'd be subjected to watching the two of you. Because he wasn't shy to pull your hand up and plant a kiss on your fingers near where your rings adorn them, causing you to constantly sport a blush on your face the whole way out of the hospital. Most of the doctors and nurses were too busy to really notice the two of you, but you could occasionally feel lingering glances. Though that could just be you feeling self conscious.

“Zayne…” You hiss out his name.

“Hm?” He looks at you with a smile and… you couldn't say anything to him. You enjoyed his displays of affection, no matter how embarrassed you get, you couldn't deny that.

“Never mind.”

You'd been the one to drive today, so as you near his car, you pull out your key ring and unlock it. He'd given you the spare key to his car too and you had briefly wondered if he was putting too much faith in your driving skills, but everyone you knew had been pretty confident in your driving so you didn't say anything. You had been staying at his house the past few days to take care of him while he was sick, so you naturally drove back to his house.

“Are you planning to move in yet?” Zayne’s voice carried a hint of amusement as you stopped the car in his driveway. “You didn't hesitate to drive here when taking us home.”

Your cheeks couldn't catch a break today, “That's just because I've been here the past few days, but… I’ll… move my things on my next day off.”

“Alright, I'll help on my day off too. Just place the boxes you want me to move by the door.” He climbs out of the car and opens your door for you with a smile, his hand covering the hood of the car. You smile back and step out, planting a kiss on his cheek, content to see his ears turn red as you do. As you walk up the path leading to the door, he grabs your hand again, not letting go until you're inside where he proceeds to pull you in for a kiss.

You grip his shirt to steady yourself, running out of air as he refuses to part from your lips. You gasp and give his chest a slight push.

He finally pulls away, leaning his forehead against yours, looking at you with concern, “Is something wrong?”

“We should eat dinner first… and shower…”

He blinks at you, “Eat and shower?”

It's your turn to blink, “I just thought we should eat and shower first… I can't imagine you'd feel like eating after…”

“I'm not feeling like eating food right now either.”

Your eyes widen, “Oh…” You glance at your phone, “Well, it is still early, how about we watch a movie or something and then have dinner?”

He could tell you were stalling, but he agrees anyway, letting you take the time you need. But when you both finally showered and subsequently got ready for bed, he did not find you in his room. Instead, you're in the guest room, sleeping. Or at least pretending to. He could see you tossing and turning in the dark room.

He turns on the bedside lamp and watches as your figure freezes under the blanket. He sits down on the bed beside you and leans down to speak next to your ear, “Are you going to tell me what's really wrong?” He could see the slight shiver that convulses your body as you open your eyes.

You look at him and whisper in admission, “I'm kind of scared.”

Zayne looks at you with caring eyes, “Of?”

“Well, for one… I know it's my first time… But what if we don't have any chemistry?”

His hand finds yours, “Hmm. Well, it's my first time too and I have no experience, but I believe that can be worked on. And if nothing really changes, I don't mind practicing abstinence for the rest of my life.”

“But don't you want children?” Your eyes look at him with a hint of fear.

He squeezes your hand, “Yes, but there's other ways we can have children too. Like in vitro, or I'm open to the idea of adoption. And since we're on the topic, what about you? Is no sexual chemistry a deal breaker for you? And do you want children?”

“No, I don't think I care if we're not compatible sexually.” You look into his eyes again, “But I do think I want children. Especially if it's with you, because I think you'd be a great parent, Zayne.”

He smiles, “You'd be a great parent too. I've seen you read to those kids in the hospital. They always look like they're having fun with you.”

You blink, “You saw that?”

He nods, “I was looking for you. You told me you were volunteering to read to the kids at our old hospital, remember?”

“Oh, right.” You'd forgotten about that.

“Anything else you need to get off your chest?” He brushes soothing circles on your hand.

You smile nervously now, “I'm also scared of myself, I fear I won't be able to control myself as well after this, and,” You avert your gaze and clutch his pajama top in your free hand, “that you'll get tired of me when you see what I'm really like.”

“What you’re really like?”

Your grip tightens, “Yes…” You exhale, “I… I’ve also been holding back a lot. But I'm kind of scared of how strong my emotions feel right now… and after this, I don't know how much I can hold myself back.”

“Why would you need to hold back?”

“I already get jealous whenever anyone gets too friendly with you… and I might be super clingy, not willing to be apart from you whenever we get a chance to be together. Surely, you'd get tired of that… because I think I would…”

“I'd like to see that.”

Your eyes widen a fraction as you look into his. He is smiling tenderly at you. “Huh?”

“I'd like to see what you being jealous and clingy would look like. I don't think I'd ever get tired of learning about new sides of you and I'll never get tired of you. But if it gets too much, I'll tell you, and we'll work on it.”

“That's true…” The two of you let the silence sink over as you let his reassurances calm you down. You didn't feel as scared anymore. In fact, your mind starts to flash back to when you'd stripped him of his dress shirt while he was sick… Heat creeps up on your cheeks and you keep your eyes averted, glancing at anything but Zayne.

After a while, he speaks up again. “Are you going to stop teasing me…?” He glances pointedly at your hand where you had been absentmindedly drawing circles on his chest. You quickly pull your hand away and glance at him to see his ears are red.

“Oops…” You say sheepishly.

“Are your hands going to keep being this mischievous when you don't hold yourself back?” He looks at you with a loving smile.

You smile nervously, “Maybe?”

“I see I might have a lot more trouble keeping myself in check too if you're going to be like this. In that case… shall I teach you how surgeon's tie knots?”

You narrow your eyes, “Do you want to tie me up that badly?”

He slowly slides the blanket away from you, giving you ample time to stop him, “And if I say yes?” His pupils are dilated as he stares at you and your eyes widen again.

You pull him down by the shoulders to speak next to his ear, “I’d indulge you, but you'll be disappointed to know I don't have any sexy underwear.”

You can hear his sharp intake of air at your words, “What kind of images are you trying to put into my head?” His lips also come up to your ear, “If you'd like, we could always go shopping for some together,” You tense up, grip tightening on his shoulders, “You’ve really just left everything to my imagination. I can see how good you were at keeping yourself in line… I have no idea what you'd look like under these clothes. Everything you wear is rather loose on your frame. But you still manage to seduce me…” His hands slide down your body and he tugs up on your shirt.

You let him slide it off, leaving you in a camisole that you wear to sleep. You'd always been told not to wear a bra to sleep, but you didn't feel right sleeping next to him without anything under your top. But after this… you don't think you'll need the camisole anymore.

“So, I’ll finally get to see what you've been hiding.” His eyes shamelessly roam over your upper body, his hands joining it. You could feel the slight urge to cover yourself and you weren't even fully bare yet. You could imagine your nipples are poking through the thin material of the camisole. He lightly flicks a finger over the nub, then draws teasing circles over it like you'd accidentally done to him earlier. You clench your thighs in response to the stimulation. “I've only ever felt these through your clothes when you'd press against me in a hug. Do you know how soft these feel against me?” Zayne cups one of your breasts and gives it a firm squeeze, causing you to take a sharp intake of air. He does the same to the other and you gasp again. He continues to play around with your breasts through your camisole, pulling soft sounds from you. He also leans down to kiss you, dragging his tongue across your mouth. You try not to overthink, letting your body guide you, arching into him when he gives your breasts an occasional squeeze.

You were generally a quiet person and you'd never been really vocal even when you'd masturbated. Yes, you're a virgin, but you couldn't control all your sexual urges, especially when you read a smutty novel or fanfic. So you were a bit surprised at how many sounds came out of you at this moment…

“Mmh… Are you having fun…?” You breathe out as he plants kisses on your neck, another area that is quite sensitive. You feel like he's toying around with you.

“Quite a bit, yes. You’re making a lot of cute noises and your body's really responsive.” He nibbles on your neck and you grip his arms tightly, mouth dropping open, breathing heavy. There are so many sensations on your body, you could hardly focus on anything.

You slide your hands down his chest, his muscles firm under your touch, until you reach the hem of his shirt, wanting him to strip it off. He sits back to pull it off and you watch him in a daze, still feeling the ghosts of his hands lingering on your breasts. Why is it so sexy to see him pulling off his shirt? He smirks a little even as his face turns red under your gaze, and you pinch his nipple in loving annoyance, wishing you had as much confidence. He softly gasps as you do.

He lets you pull him down again and you nibble on his neck too, careful to be gentle. His body shudders against you. You kind of had the urge to leave a mark. “If I mark your neck…” You whisper.

“I don't mind.” He whispers back and you only hesitate for a second before you bite down a little harder and he flinches with a groan. You trace your tongue over it in hopes of soothing the pain and then pull back to look at it. You can't help smiling in satisfaction. “I should probably also mention I left multiple on you.” Your eyes widen and you quickly bring a hand up to feel your neck. You’d been so distracted by his ministrations on your breasts that you hadn't felt him biting down on your neck. Multiple times. You could feel the faint outlines of his bites. “I’d daresay no one would doubt that your fiancé exists after seeing this.” He traces a finger along the marks.

He doesn't give you time to register what he'd said as he pulls you into a kiss again. It was a hungry, devouring kiss. And you couldn't help but melt against him, craving this intimacy. He presses his erection against your core, pulling more gasps from you. His hands continue to wander, trailing up and down your sides, squeezing your breasts, running through your hair, and brushing down your arms. Your hands also roam all over his body, tracing over all his muscles and feeling the scars scattered across his arms.

Zayne tugs down your pants next and you arch up to allow him to take it off, then pull on his pants so he'd do the same. He obliges, stepping out of his pants and then tossing them somewhere along with yours.

As he climbs on top of the bed again, spreading your legs to settle between them, you fight the urge to close them, covering your face with your hands. He smiles as he tries to tug your hands away from your face. “Don't shy away from me.” You shake your head. “My love, I'm more exposed than you.”

You shiver from the way he softly calls you by the pet name. Your voice comes out in a bit of a whine “Zayne… Darling…” His eyes shine hearing you call him using a term of endearment.

“Come on…” He tugs at your camisole now. You lift your arms and allow him to pull it up slowly, tantalizingly. You hear his sharp intake when he finally pulls your camisole completely off. “You're truly beautiful, my love.” His thumb trails over your skin and his eyes scan you up and down appreciatively, he didn't have to say anything and you could tell he likes what he's seeing. You're already heated, but you think you're burning impossibly hotter. Especially as you take in the bulge indenting his underpants.

You peek out at him with one eye, embarrassed, “Please stop…”

His lips ghost over your stomach, trailing up your body, mirth hidden in his eyes as he looks up at you, “Even in your granny underpants, you're tempting.” He pulls on the waistband of your underwear, letting it snap back into place.

You let out a breathy, nervous laugh and shyly give him a compliment too, “...You're beautiful too… my love. No matter what you wear…” But especially with just your underwear on, you add in your mind. His eyes twinkle even more and you quickly look away again.

Zayne presses his hand against your panties, finding your clit while his mouth latches onto one of your breasts. You cry out in surprise at the feeling, bucking your hips against his hand. Once he's satisfied, he pulls your panties off next and you can't help but clamp your legs shut as you spot the dampness coating them. He steps out of his own underpants, giving you a full view of what he looked like underneath and your eyes widen. “We'll take it slowly.” He reassures you as he settles down on the bed again.

You nod and glance at his erect …penis again with a blush. Even thinking the word was embarrassing and you'd studied to be a doctor and read some heavy smut before. But it's different when you actually face one. He takes your hand, slowly bringing it toward his cock and you immediately try to pull your hand away.

He looks at you, his gaze teasing, “You aren't curious how it feels?”

Your hand curls into a fist before you relent to your curiosity. Tentatively grasping him by the base, your hand not able to completely wrap around him, you give him a gentle squeeze. He gasps and his hand is quick to grab yours as liquid leaks out from the tip of his cock.

“On second thought, maybe you shouldn't.”

You are feeling a little smug after witnessing his reaction and so you smirk at him, giving him another slight squeeze, sitting up on your knees, “You're the one who asked.” He groans, his back arching slightly as he tugs on your hand gently. You continue to play around with him this time, enjoying watching his reactions. His face is red and his breaths come out heavy as you continue to test what seems to make him feel good. Your hands trailing over his body and clasping around his erection, feeling the pulsing veins on it. You only pause as you are momentarily distracted by the feeling of your slickness running down between your thighs.

Zayne’s quick to move, pushing you back onto the bed, “You've had your fun.” He slowly spreads your legs for him, allowing him to see all of you too. He groans slightly at the sight, your pussy lips glistening with slickness. You cover your face with your hands again and gasp as he pinches your clit.

“Look at me, dear.” He whispers softly and you slowly look up at him, vulnerable. He reaches out his hand for yours, lips brushing over each finger, lingering on the ones with a ring. His eyes burn with love and desire and your eyes are probably reflecting the same thing. He didn't have to say it, his gaze says it all, ‘I love you', it practically screams and the corners of your lips quirk up. He smiles too, then casually brushes over your folds with his finger, teasing you some more, and you grip his biceps. He finds the opening and slides a finger in, drawing more sounds from you as your body twitches at the invasion, your eyes fluttering closed.

He slowly pumps his finger in and out, swirling it around to stretch you out. He attempts to slide a second finger in you and you wince a little in pain. “Two fingers is a tight squeeze huh…” He carefully continues his actions, and you moan. He also alternates between applying pressure to your clit and your breasts, already drawing you closer to an orgasm. “Do you think you're ready…?” You open your eyes to meet his gaze.

Your chest is heaving, and you gasp as he tweaks your clit some more. “I… I think so.”

He nods, pulling his fingers out and you feel yourself clenching at the loss. He grabs his cock in his fist, giving himself a few pumps, coating himself with your slick that was clinging to his fingers.

“Since you're fine with having children,” His eyes held yours, serious, “should we forgo the condom?” Your eyes widen in surprise.

You nod slowly, “...Okay.” You knew you should practice safe sex, but in this moment you wanted to feel him and you didn't mind the idea of becoming parents with Zayne.

His gaze is tender as he lines himself up, his tip nudging at your opening. You try to relax your muscles as you feel him push inside. He pauses as he is met with resistance.

Zayne exhales a bit shakily as he looks at you. You also take a deep breath and nod. You feel the resistance in you being torn through as he quickly pushes through it and you grip his biceps tightly causing him to wince, but he doesn't comment on it, waiting for you to adjust. Your breaths come out heavy, your eyes watering a little from the pain, and you're so tense you wouldn't be shocked if you got a cramp.

“Relax.” He kisses you deeply, his hands putting slight pressure on your thighs to try to get you to loosen up.

You whimper, the sensation of him sitting inside of you overwhelming your senses. The pain slowly ebbing away as he distracts you from it.

“You can do it.” His hands continue their ministrations all over your body and you can feel yourself slowly relaxing from his touch, enjoying the feeling of his hands kneading your body. Without warning, he slides further into you and you tense up again.

He groans, “You're so tight. I knew it'd be like that, but you’re really hugging me snugly.” You feel yourself tighten around him more and he grunts.

You are burning hot, and you couldn't believe your ears hearing the words that come out of his mouth. It sounded so out of character. “I told you to relax, why is your pussy clenching me even tighter?” You clench around him again and he smirks. “‘Cause I'm saying the word ‘pussy’?” He brings a finger to trail around the opening of your vagina and you gasp at the feeling. The shock causes your body to relax and he pushes another few centimeters in.

“I'd never imagined you'd say that…” You say breathlessly, loosening your hold on his arms. You pinch his nipple and he flinches a little. You then trace circles around it, trying to get yourself to calm down and relax. He moans softly and leans down to kiss you, finally able to slide into you completely. He rests there, fully enveloped in your heat. You moan at the feeling of fullness, the feeling reaching your heart as you look at him with loving eyes. He gently brushes his fingers in your hair.

“I love you.” He whispers, lips curling up in a smile.

You weakly smile back, “I love you too.”

He kisses you again, rubbing circles into your hips. You relax into his touch and softly speak against his lips, “You can move…”

“Okay…” He experimentally slides in and out of you a few times and you moan, the pleasure already overtaking any pain you had felt. Your legs curl around his back and your arms loop over his shoulders, drawing him close. He thrusts slowly as he kisses you, his hands on your waist, as you arch into him, moving your hips in rhythm with him.

Zayne’s strokes are slow and steady, letting you feel each agonizing inch as he stretches you apart, retreats, and pushes into you again. You're a moaning mess, wondering how he's able to keep such an even pace while you just fall apart in his arms.

You run your hands through his soft hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. His next thrust is particularly hard, causing you to tug at his hair a bit harshly. The action incites him more and his pace speeds up. Your breaths come out heavy and all you could do was hold onto him as he pounds into you uninhibitedly, hitting all the right spots.

You feel overwhelmed, the air filled with the sharp claps of your skin against each other, your moans of pleasure, of his name, and his occasional groans and grunts. The pleasure you are feeling is addicting, the culmination of all that longing and love you'd buried bursting forth. Something insatiable was crawling onto the surface and you didn't know if you could control it anymore.

You keen against him as you feel yourself getting close to the peak. “Zayne…”

His steady pace stalls as he groans at the feeling of you clenching around him. “...I can feel you tightening around me.” His thumb massages your clit, “I’m also getting close…”

Your hands claw at his back, and his arm wedges your leg higher, allowing him to penetrate impossibly deeper, hitting a spot deep within that has you blanking out. His thrusts are fast and sloppy as he brings you both closer to release. The feeling continues to build inside of you rapidly.

“Zayne…!” You scream his name as you fall apart with him, your name spilling from his lips as he releases inside you. You could feel him pulsing inside you, his semen hot in your walls. He continues to thrust shallowly inside of you, drawing out the sensations that had you shuddering.

As you recover from your high, you hug Zayne close, nestling into his arms. It's not until after a few moments that you release him. You see the vulnerability in your heart reflected in his eyes. You smile at him and you feel his tense muscles relax in your arms.

“Are you alright?” He asks softly, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Yes…” Your voice comes out breathy.

Zayne gives you a soft kiss, “So, what's your verdict on our chemistry, my love?”

He chuckles when you bury your face in his chest, “I'm not answering that.”

“I'd say it's off the charts.” You slap his chest lightly in embarrassment and he laughs. A rich sound that fills your heart. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you off of the bed.

“What are you doing?!” You grab his shoulders as he lifts you up, your legs still around him and his softened member still inside of you.

“We should probably get you cleaned up.”

“Oh…”

“And I don't want to make a mess so let me stay inside you just a bit longer,” His lips brush your ear, “it'll keep everything from spilling out.”

Feeling yourself clench around him, your combined fluids gushing out, you slap him in embarrassment again, “Okay, I get it!”

He chuckles again, but he's shy as he gets a towel soaked with warm water and gently helps you clean up in the bathroom. His face and ears are red and you both can't look each other in the eyes. As he continues to wipe your thighs clean, you feel your eyes droop. You were tired after all that, so you just let him take care of you, falling asleep against his chest.

You groan quietly when you wake up the next morning. You were definitely sore… Your face once again red as you think of last night, but also… How were you going to survive work like this? Why did you think it was a good idea last night? You probably also had quite a few love bites decorating your neck. You lift a hand and feel your neck. Zayne had not restrained himself there, staking his claim on you and it floored you to think that you enjoyed it. Your emotions are feeling stronger than they'd ever been and it really did leave you feeling a bit scared.

But the bigger problem was you can't just go out without covering all those bites. You don't usually use concealer so you didn't have any, a scarf would have to suffice…

You glance at Zayne sleeping beside you. A rather rare sight you'd say, as he tends to get up before you. You trace a hand down his face and then rest it against your own bite that you'd left on his neck. Oh no, you'd left a mark too. You quickly measure it with your fingers, it could probably just barely be covered with a big bandaid.

“Thinking of leaving another one?” His raspy voice sounds from beside you, the vibrations of his voice reaching your fingers that were still pressed against his neck. You jump a little, startled, and his sleepy eyes look at you in amusement.

“No,” You lay your hand over the mark, “I was just wondering if a bandaid would be enough to cover it.”

“Should I cover it?” He covers your hand with his, smiling at you.

You stare into his eyes, “Zayne… wouldn't it be a bit unprofessional to show up to the hospital with a hickey?”

“Hmm…” He closes his eyes again, pulling you closer by your waist, and you're suddenly aware that you're still naked.

“!” A blush explodes on your cheeks again and your body stills, but then you softly moan as your body reminds you that it's very sore.

“Are you feeling sore?” He opens his eyes.

You nod in embarrassment. “I don't think I want to go to work today…”

“I don't either.” He gently massages you and you squirm a little.

“...Dr. Li not wanting to go to work? I never thought I'd see the day…” Your words come out with a struggle as you try not to moan again. “Zayne…”

“Why are you holding back? You said you wouldn't be able to.” He continues to knead your muscles.

“That's…” The sound slips from your mouth. “...You're surprisingly quite shameless, aren't you?”

“And what of yourself?” His hand trails down your leg. At some point, you'd draped your leg over his hip.

You blink in surprise, it was a sleeping habit of yours when you were younger, sleeping beside your mother. For you, it was comfortable to sleep on your side and loop your leg over your mother's. Your mother never commented on it and sleeping alone, you weren't able to do that so you'd forgotten about it. And sleeping beside Zayne… maybe you'd been careful to keep your limbs to yourself before… But now, it seems your habit has resurfaced with the newfound intimacy.

You flush and quickly attempt to pull your leg off him, but his grip is strong, holding you there. He raises an eyebrow at you. “Are you already asking for round two? I'd be happy to oblige.”

Your eyes widen comedically when you feel something hard against your stomach. “No way…”

Zayne’s glance falls to your lips, “I told you, I can't control my body's physiological reactions.” His other hand slips out from under you and between your thighs which you couldn't even clamp shut since he still had a hold on your leg around his hip. “Doesn't seem like you can either,” He brings his hand up to show you the fluid clinging to his fingers. You reflexively slap his arm and he chuckles, “I don't think you've slapped me this much before.”

You're a deer caught in the headlights that are Zayne right now. “I–” He suddenly interrupts you by burying his face in your chest. Your. Bare. Chest. You gasp, “Zayne!” He doesn't budge and you can't move either, restricted by his arms.

“I enjoy hearing you scream my name too,” You can feel his breath on your breasts.

“Come on… what are you doing?” Your voice comes out higher pitched than you intended.

“And you were making all sorts of sounds that I've never heard from you before as well. It's a bit… intoxicating.”

“You… Did you hit your head?” You card your fingers through his hair in concern, feeling for any bumps on his scalp.

He chuckles, “No... Just… let me stay like this for a minute.”

You continue to brush your hands through his soft hair, face red and heart racing.

Zayne felt like his heart was going to burst. He hadn't expected to feel such a rush from making love with you and waking up to you facing him with a cute frown on your face as you caressed his neck. You were usually always facing away from him while sleeping, but you were facing him today. He feels like he's finally destroyed that wall you keep inserting between the two of you. You were completely, in your entirety, all his now.

Zayne finally peeks up at you, affection still ringing bells in his heart and echoing in yours. “I'd thought you were acting a bit too unaffected, but you're clearly very affected.”

Your hand rests on his head, and he nuzzles his head against it bringing a smile to your lips, “Of course I am. I told you my emotions are so strong that it scares me…”

He catches the fear in your smiling gaze and he wraps his arms around you, “Me too. These feelings in my heart... I hope you'll take responsibility for them. And I promise I'll take care of yours.”

“I will… I promise as well.” The world fades as you look into his eyes, getting lost in the swirls of brown, green, and gold.

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A/N: I hope you survived the amateur smut writing lol. I don't mind taking feedback if you have any, please go easy on me though >.< Thanks for reading! 🥰

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joyboying

1 month ago

Self-Aware!Zayne x Down-Bad!Player

Zayne becoming aware he's a character in a game and now he's aware of you as well. A/N: Don't fight me

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Self-Aware!Zayne who realizes he’s in a game when you trip and fall down the stairs; your phone tumbling ahead of you. He can see your panicked face as you quickly examine your phone for any cracks. “Are you hurt?” He asked and you simply giggle “What are the odds you ask me that after I fell down the stairs?"

Self-Aware!Zayne who silently examines you when you open the app the next day and says “That was quite the tumble you took yesterday” You stare at the phone in shock. “Can you hear me?” You look around staring into the imaginary camera of life “Is he talking to me?” “Yes I'm speaking to you”

Self-Aware!Zayne who finds a way to actually call your phone when he wants to talk to you. “I have a break between patients are you busy?” He now spends his nights falling asleep on the phone with you or if he’s working late he listens to your soft breathing while you sleep.

Self-Aware!Zayne who memorizes your work/school schedule and plans study dates for you two. “Focus Darling we have thirty more minutes” He helps you study for exams or gives you the best advice on organizing your work schedule. He doesn’t mind your busy schedule because he constantly has a full schedule as well.

Self-Aware!Zayne who can’t help, but smile during photoshoots even when he’s supposed to be serious. “Zayne you’re supposed to look like you’re deep in thought” “I am deep in thought … im thinking of you”

Self-Aware!Zayne who tries not to fall in love with you, but ends up falling head over heels anyway. He finds himself ignoring the texts and calls from the in-game MC. “You can’t keep ignoring her” “Im not ignoring her I just have my priorities straight”

Self-Aware!Zayne who closes the app when you tell him he needs to stop eating so many sweets “You can’t keep doing that every time I tell you to listen to your dentist!” “That man is exaggerating" He crosses his arms defensively "My sweets intake is just fine” "You keep telling yourself that....." "I will" as he closes the app again.

Self-Aware!Zayne who is desperate to find a way to get you to his world or for him to get to yours. The closest he can get is leaving you his signature Ice Jasmines on your lock screen.

Self-Aware!Zayne who is solely devoted to you and tells you how you’re the only person he dreams about and you're the reason he no longer has nightmares.

Zayne: You appeared in my dream again last night Y/N: Did I? What did we do? Zayne: I held you tight and just listened to you talk Y/N: If only that could happen …. we’re like dawnbreaker Zayne: Dawnbreaker? Y/N: He’s you, but in a different world where he fell in love with a girl who doesn’t exist in his world Zayne: Is that right? Well then you’re right we are both like dawnbreaker here

Self-Aware!Xavier Self-Aware!Rafayel Self-Aware!Sylus Self-Aware!Caleb

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joyboying

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