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these moments are extremely rare. zayne has always been very good at keeping his composure, it’s very unlikely for him to snap. he knows he can’t because his evol could get out of hand.
when he knows you have to go on a mission, he’s always on edge. he tries his best to focus on his actual job and not snap at his staff. you’re an adult, you’re also a hunter who is trained and you’re not meant to be kept sheltered. he knows this. you’re not some caged bird, you were meant to be free but it gives him anxiety nonetheless.
it’s why he’s fuming when he sees xavier carrying you into the hospital. it’s clear you both had more than just a casual run on with wanderers and he can see the fatigue in the way xavier staggers.
“what happened?” he asks, rushing over to them but he slightly relaxes when he doesn’t see any visible injuries on either of them.
“i’ll.. explain later” xavier says, “can you-”
“yes of course” he nods and takes y/n. he lifts her so her head rests against his chest and carries her to his office. it seems she’d simply passed out.
when they’re alone, he clenches his jaw as he sees her lying there on the hospital bed. he checks her vitals anyway, double checking to see if there really were no injuries and he finds himself able to calm down where he doesn’t see any wounds or blood.
“what am i going to do with you hm?” he sighs
you wake around midnight and his sitting by his desk after having just finished for the day. he’s exhausted but he didn’t want to wake you up just yet, it seemed like you needed that rest after all.
“zayne?”
you can’t help but from. you don’t even remember how you were brought here or when and you can see the way his jaw clenches. he’s definitely not in a good mood right now.
“yes” he says, “you passed out, you were brought here hours ago”
“oh..” you say awkwardly, sitting upright and looking down at your hands. this feels ridiculous.
“i’m not going to apologise for doing my job” you say, clearly frustrated which isn’t fair if you think about it. he hasn’t even said anything and even thought it’s an age old argument, you know it’s not fair to say that but your brain to mouth filter seems to be not working right now.
“you can be mad, it doesn’t change anything” you roll your eyes, “you’re not my father so i don’t understand why you feel the need to get so worked up over this. it’s stupid”
“so let’s just go home okay? i—”
the sound of the door locking makes you look up in confusion. he doesn’t say anything, simply removes his watch and loosens the first two buttons of his shirt.
“zay-”
“no no” he cuts you off, way too calm, “keep going, i’m listening”
you swallow. you don’t even know why you have an attitude with him, he’s done nothing wrong. he stayed with you, made sure you were okay and you know, if it was him, you’d also worry.
“nothing else to say baby?” he huffs, removing his glasses next. he’s eerily calm.
the thing is, he’s never been one to shout or raise his voice at you. he’s been known to be soft spoken and even if he does get frustrated, he’s always been big on communication.
you’ve both had your fair share of arguments and misunderstanding so he’s worked on it and so have you.
it’s why you feel so disappointed in yourself now but seeing him so relaxed is not helping at all.
“what, now you just don’t care anymore?” you scoff and that makes him laugh.
“wait zayne-”
“is that all?” he approaches you now, smile gone, “you clearly have a lot on your chest and it seems i’m your target tonight”
“i didn’t mean that” you say, looking up as he stands between your legs where you sit, “you.. you’re mad so how else am i supposed to act?”
“as opposed to a stubborn child?” he tilts his head and you glare up at him.
he sits next to you on the bed in his office. it’s not big enough for two, at least not to sleep comfortably but you have a feeling you won’t get much sleep.
“zayne..”
“either lay across my lap or we can go home y/n” he says, “what do you want?”
you bite your lip. you are exhausted and a little embarrassed for your sudden outburst which you know was unnecessary.
you get up and lay across his lap, facing away from him. you’re too ashamed to look at him but also still a bit defiant.
it doesn’t matter to him, he’s quite used to your attitude and mood swings. he also knows how to deal with it.
“are you sure this is your choice?” he asks calmly, rubbing your lower back, “i don’t want any more fights tonight y/n”
“was that even a fight?” you roll your eyes even if he can’t see your face.
“stubborn as ever” he smirks, his palm cracking down hard on your ass.
you gasp loudly, eyes widening.
“nuh uh my love” he huffs, “you have to be quiet, we’re at the hospital aren’t we?”
“that’s not fair zayne” you whine, already feeling flustered.
“what’s your safe word then?” he looks at you
“…”
“i thought so” he sighs. he knows you and he knows if you really didn’t want this, you’d tell him and he’d listen. it didn’t matter how angry he was right now, you still mattered the most to him.
a thin layer of ice appears on his palm and he looks back at your covered ass.
“make yourself useful and pull your pants down, you can leave it just above your knees” his voice is calm yet it still has you biting your lip. you’d be embarrassed if you cared enough to think about it right now.
when you feel his cold hand slap your ass again, it stings. it has your eyes watering as you grip his pants.
“zayne” you moan softly, it hurts but not in a way you don’t like.
“such a dirty little thing aren’t you?” he shakes his head, “you get wet from this?”
“no” you lie, “i’m sorry..”
“oh?” he slaps your ass again, harder this time and you’re really on the verge of crying now. it feels so good but you hate how it clears your head, makes you feel floaty.
you still don’t know what that means but you’re not ready to put a label on it and he never rushes you. he always goes at your pace. he knows you.
he knows that you need this, probably way more than he does.
“you’re sorry?” he laughs, leaning down to nip at your ear, “you will be”
your eyes widen when you feel three slaps come down after each other, one harder than the other and it’s sore. you’re worried you won’t be able to sit without feeling it and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.
“what’s your colour?” he asks, rubbing your ass cheeks with his cold hand. it feels good, way too good.
“y/n, i asked you a question baby” he slaps your ass again, not so hard this time, “i don’t want to repeat myself”
“green” you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as he slips one finger between your folds. you’re so wet and you know his pants is probably messy too but it’s his fault. he makes you feel this way.
“see how messy you are” he sighs, as if he doesn’t enjoy this, “you’re meant to be taught a lesson and yet…”
he slips his middle finger into your pussy, moans with you. he’s obviously enjoying himself and you’d argue about how smug he really is but you can’t focus on that right now. it feels amazing even if it’s just one finger.
“if you cum, i’ll make sure you can’t sit tomorrow at all” he warns
“no you can’t” you cry out at the next slap, “please baby, i’m sorry i’ll behave”
“i know you will” he smiles, “my girl always does”
he’s not really mad at you. he just doesn’t like your job, not because you’re not good at it because he knows you are. he worries about your safety, that’s all. any partner would.
you’ve always been incredible in his eyes, he just wants you alive… more than anything, just wants you with him.
“you’ve messed my pants” he grins, fingering you slowly. it feels so good, has you moaning out softly all for him. he’s not ready to fuck you and knowing him, he won’t until you’re at home and he can make you scream.
“sorry” you moan and he chuckles.
he adds a second finger, stretching you just a little. it’s embarrassing when he does it but he smirks as he sees how wet you are. zayne knows the affect he has on you.
“tell me baby, have you calmed down now?” he leans down and kisses your asscheeks. they sting and he knows you’ll have a hard time sitting, he likes that. he hopes he’ll be on your mind all day tomorrow.
“i have…” you say softly, feeling a little sleepy, “thank you”
“good girl” he smiles, “then let me make you cum and we can go home”
“yes please” you nod eagerly.
you really hope he does fuck you when you get home. it’s not that he has to but you enjoy when he puts you in your place like this. you get in your own head at times but he’s always there to bring you back to earth.