Anime characters x reader

Kinktober day 1

zayne LnD x fem!reader
Office sex/Exhibitionism kinda
Thanks to @melodyakaashi for helping me start off this month
Hope you guys like it
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Akso Hospital is quieter at night than it is in the day.

You'd been expecting the bustle of nurses and doctors when Zayne had texted you saying he'd been called in on short notice, preparing yourself for some sort of emergency. Thankfully, it didn't seem that was the case, most likely a pressing surgery that had come up for Zayne.

Sometimes, you wished he'd take more days off. It was a little selfish to want to be wrapped up in Zayne's arms all the time, but you couldn't help yourself, the comfort and warmth his body provided was like no other. It was what you had been doing earlier that night, cozied up next to him on the couch, with a fluffy blanket pulled up over you both as he'd spoken to you about one of his past surgeries.

Zayne's voice had a certain lull to it, the low murmur of his voice making your eyes droop until you'd curled up into his chest, face pressed into his neck and fallen asleep before the takeout you had ordered even arrived.

Jenna's missions had kept you on your toes for the entire week, your body exhausted and dazed under the constant stress of fighting Wanderers. Zayne gave you the solace of being able to unwind, although your boyfriend was as stern as ever, he was everything you needed.

That was until you'd woken up and realized he was gone. Zayne had made sure you were tucked in, a pillow placed under your head comfortably, and your hair brushed away from your face. You'd been disappointed, but the moment you were awake, you couldn't find it in yourself to go back to sleep, no matter how hard you tried.

It's why you're here now, the takeout bag clutched in hand with a couple of paper plates and forks stuffed inside, as you wait patiently for the elevator to drop you off at Zayne's floor of the hospital.

And of course, I can't wait to see the person delivering it.

Zayne's text flashes through your mind, and your grip on the bag of takeout tightens. It wasn't fair how a simple line of text could make your heart race and your mind swirl with emotion, a sense of yearning taking root within you.

You spy Yvonne sitting at the front desk and you give her a small wave before approaching her.

"Hi," Yvonne greets, smiling up at you, "here to see Doctor Zayne?"

You nod in response, holding up the bag of takeout. "He got called in before we could have dinner, so I figured I'd just bring it to him."

"That's nice," Yvonne says, her fingers tapping against the keyboard, "Doctor Zayne finished up his surgery about an hour ago. He's probably resting in his office."

"Thank you, Yvonne," you chirp, giving her smile and another wave before making your way towards Zayne's office.

It's tucked away into the corner, his name engraved on the plaque that sits adhered to the surface of the door. The door's unlocked, but you're not surprised, he probably left it open for you. Turning the handle, you poke your head in to find Zayne's head resting on his outstretched arm against his desk.

His eyes are closed, so you step in quietly, trying not to rustle the bag of takeout too much and let the door lock behind you with a quiet click. Zayne remains motionless and you tiptoe towards him, setting the bag down beside his desk. He looks peaceful like this, his lashes kissing his cheeks, face relaxed as his chest rises and falls with every breath.

You're not quite sure what you did to deserve someone like him. Zayne is sickeningly gentle and even more sickeningly patient with you. He treats you like you're precious because to him, you are. You're more precious to him than any award he could be given, more precious to him than the highest praise he could receive from any senior doctor in Linkon and beyond. You're the only thing that truly matters to him.