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𓆩♡𓆪 let the impulse lead you part 2; nanase haruka 𓆩♡𓆪

request: may I ask for haruka nanase x shy reader and how their relationship goes from strangers to being in a relationship, please ? Who’ll initiate first, will there be awkward silences, etc etc, I look forward to reading it!

summary: you were also calculated with the things you have to do or have to say, making it more difficult for you to make new friends. As you met Haru in one of your swim courses, you realized that you were attracted to him, without knowing a reason why. All you wanted to do was to say hi but your body and mind just won't allow it, knowing that you're too awkward around strangers, however, your heart still earns for it, even after the course ended. Will Y/N let this be another guy she quietly admires from afar or will she finally listen to her heart and break way from her strict mind and allow her instincts to take over?

pairing: haruka nanase x shy!older female!reader

genre: uni!au, fluff, one year age gap (female is older by one year), strangers to lovers, Haru is more extroverted than reader (and I am living for it)

warning: mentions of water but other than that, nothing special, not proof read (read with caution oops)

a/n: here is the second part of @koiaruu request! I had lots of fun writing this (especially now I am free from school)

Haru: Good morning

Y/N: Good morning

Haru: Are you free this week to study?

Y/N: Hmm, I'll have to check my schedule but I'll let you when when I'm free!

Ever since exchanged numbers with Haru, you didn't really expect much of him to contact you aside and you knew yourself you weren't going to be the one to start conversation but to your surprise, the two of you have been texting each other time to time. Whether it's Haru popping in to ask how you're doing, or to tell you the weather is nice, you slowly started to find yourself feeling more at ease around him. Well, that is when it comes to texting. Seeing him in person, you would still feel a little timid but you have definitely realized that you've loosen up, though you were still not completely used to this feeling. Gou was bouncing off the walls when you told her what you did and she couldn't be any more proud of you and you had to admit, you were proud of yourself too because what you did was way out of your comfort zone, yet you were able to accomplish it. It was almost natural that you would walk to his class when you're on break and he would walk to yours when he's on break. On occasions where the two of you would bump into each other on days were both your breaks collided, the two of you would sit on a platform park bench near the garden. The garden has become one of your favorite places on campus for very obvious reasons.

Haru: The weather is nice today, would you let to meet up at the garden?

Y/N: Sure! I'll meet you there after class

You got up to pack your things when Makoto approached from the the end of the row. You found out recently that he was in your class, as he was a bit ahead in his credits. There was no surprise that you were more comfortable around Makoto as he radiating such a warming personality so interacting with him was much easier.

"Good afternoon, Y/N." His lips curled up into his usual soft smile. "How's your day going?"

"It's good. The weather is really nice today which makes everything better." You returned the smile as he opened the doors for you. "Do you have class next?"

He shook his head, "Nope, my next class got cancelled because something came up with the professor so I'm done for today, you?" The two of you walked the alleyway as you made your way to meet Haru.

"I'm on break for about an hour until my next class." You told him as he hummed a response. The two of you enjoyed warm spring weather in silent.

"Would you like to grab coffee or-" He was cut off when the two of you approached Haru who was sitting on one of the wooden platforms. You gave him a smile and a small wave, walking towards him. Haru's eyes travelled behind you which a somewhat surprised expression that Makoto was with you. "Hey Haru." You sat in the middle as he naturally took a seat beside you.

"Hey." You glanced over at him where it looked like he confused. "I didn't know you were coming with Makoto."

"Oh, we just had class together and he didn't have class afterwards." You explained as he quietly looked down on the floor. You were feeling some weird tension in the air.

"What's wrong Haru?" Makoto tilted his head, looking at his sadden friend. "Are you feeling unwell?" He glances over at you when he asked.

"Unwell?" Your face was filled with worry as you unconsciously touched his shoulder, trying to see his complexion. Haru tiled his head up to look at you in surprise as you realized what you did, quickly retrieving you hand. "I'm sorry." You clenched your hands, bringing it to your chest as you cheeks started to redden. Haru's eye widens before he returns to looking down.

"No, I'm fine." Makoto quietly watches this interaction and he couldn't help but to smile.

He lets out a chuckle. "I'm sorry, Haru." The two of you turned to look at the male who's smiling uncontrollably. "I just ruined the mood, didn't I?" The two of you looked at each other blankly. "You wanted to spend some time alone with Y/N."

You looked at Makoto who let out a chuckle before standing up. Haru lifted his head to look at his childhood friend. "That wasn't-" Haru tried to speak up before he was interrupted by Makoto's sigh.

"Well, I guess I'll head home earlier today." You looking over your shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of Haru's expression but you were too confused on trying to figure out what was going to notice Haru's burning ears. "I'll see you next time, Y/N." He smiled at you as you waved. "I'll text you." He winked at Haru before taking his leave. The awkward silenced filled the spring air as neither of you spoke.

Haru cleared his throat. "That was weird of Makoto." You nodded quietly, looking around at the flowers around you. "I didn't know you and Makoto had class together."

"Really?" You turned to look at him, with your head tilted. You would expect the two best friends to share information like this. "I thought he told you." Haru shook his head.

"Now I regret dropping that course." He whispered to himself but you were able to catch what he said as your heart started to race. Would things be different if he ended up not dropping the course? You tried to calm your racing heart from your imaginary thoughts. "It's so nice that we're finally some more sun." He moved to the middle of the platform before laying on his back, looking up to the afternoon sky.

You laid down, joining him quietly as you looking up to see the birding fly around tree to free. "It's nice with the breeze." You enjoyed the calm silence when you cautiously turned your head to see that Haru had his eyes closed, drifting into a nap. You quietly sat up and couldn't help but to stare at his sleeping expression. He's soft breathing with the wind lightly blowing through his hair, it was definitely a sight. His brows furrowed as he turned a bit. The sunlight must be in his face. You scoot up, closer to his head, raising your hand over his face to block the light, his brows relaxed as you giggled at his cute actions. You pulled your knees up towards your chest, resting your elbow on top of your knee so it wouldn't be too tiring for you as you continued to admire his features.

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Haru napped for about 15 minutes before he shuffled a bit, slowly fluttering his eyes opened and to his surprise, you have drifted into sleep in the position where you where trying to block the sunlight from Haru's face. He realized the reason for your awkward position and couldn't help but to smile at your small yet meaningful actions. Your other hand was resting beside him as he slowly reached out, ever so softly gazing his fingers over ours, being careful not the wake you. He knew that if he woke you up, you'll be too embarrassed to try taking another nap. Your eyes fluttered opened as you tried to adjust your eyesight to the light. You saw that Haru was staring directly at you with a soft smile as your heart almost jumped out of it's chest. "I was able to have a nice nap thanks to you helping me cover the sun." You realized your hand and quickly pulled it back, resulting in Haru suddenly being exposed the bright light. He groaned sitting up to cover his eyes are you frantically apologized, gently touching his shoulders.

"I'm so sorry!"

He laughs. "It's all good. I was just playing with you." He dropped his hands. "Are you okay? Your cheeks are a little red." He leans in to you but you quickly moved back a little, covering you face with your arm.

"No, I'm all good!" You said quickly. "Are you sure that you're okay? Makoto mentioned that you looked unwell." You tried changing the subject.

He shook his head. "Makoto was just teasing me as per usual. I'm all good." He glanced his at phone before picking up both your bags. "We should get going before you're late for your next class." You stumbled to stand up and get down from the platform before hurrying beside Haru, trying to get your bag back but he insists on holding it. He handed you your bag as the two of you waited the for the remaining students to leave the room. "Just when we were talking about how nice the weather is, it decides to rain..." He sighs as you peered over him, seeing the weather forecast displayed on his phone. It was raining for the remaining week and all of next week. You dug in your bag, seeing if you brought your umbrella. "Do you have an umbrella?"

Scrambling in your bag, you failed to find your umbrella. "I must've forgotten it at home. But it's okay, I'll be on the subway and bus for majority of the time so it shouldn't be a problem." you reassured him but it didn't seem to stop him from taking off his jacket, giving you to you. "But-"

"Makoto is driving me home." He smiled. You gave him a small smile before nodding. "I'll get going. Get home safely!" You waved goodbye as you stared at the jacket around your arms.

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Maybe you and the rain just never got along. Or maybe you so happened to have the worst luck when it comes to the rain but after class, it was pouring outside. You paused to look at the jacket Haru gave you, hesitating on wearing it to run to the station but seeing how the distance wasn't too far, you stuffed his jacket in your bag before taking a run for it. You underestimated the rain as you become completely soaked from just a short distance. You arrived home, shivering from your wet clothes that made everything colder. The following days, your umbrella broke from the strong wind as you were left yet again, running in the rain to school. As expected, this lead to you falling sick as you struggled with a runny nose and a sore throat. However, that didn't stop you from coming to school as you knew attendance as important in your classes. You haven't found the chance to return Haru's jacket as it became your new chair décor, and you definitely didn't want to get him sick, so you thought it's best to wait until you recover before returning it.

You have already gone through a box of tissues and it hasn't even been noon yet. Every time you opened your mouth to speak, you were disrupted by continuous coughing. "I really think you should go home, Y/N." Makoto's voice was full of worry as he turned to see your ill expression. Ever since you got sick, Gou would always stop by at your house, dropping off congee and medication knowing that you're too weak to make food and was always too forgetful to take medication. However, her classes had upcoming assignments and projects so she asked Makoto to take her role.

"I can't miss the next couple classes. The professor mentioned how important the material is since it's going to be on the midterm." You blew your nose followed by a cough.

Your excuse didn't seem to convince him as only become even more worried. "What class is it? I'll take notes for you."

"No no, you don't need to. Plus, it's when you also have class and I don't want you to miss them to help me."

He paused for a second, trying to think of something. "How about Haru? I think he mentioned that he doesn't have class when you do on certain days."

"No!" You blurted. His eyes widen from your suddenly raised voice. "I mean, I don't want to bother him. I've bothering you and Gou enough."

"Does Haru know you're sick?" You shook your head, asking Makoto to keep it quiet since it's nothing that needs to be told. He hesitated a bit, before agreeing but he's eyes couldn't leave your unwell figure, especially when Haru doesn't know about it

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To your surprise, you were still functioning despite your condition worsening. You were getting the cold sweats but today was one of the last class before the exam, meaning that no matter what condition you're in, you must attend it if you want to pass the course. You dragged yourself out bed, chug a glass of water with your medication and headed out, slowly wobbling your way to the bus stop. You were awfully tired and dizzy today that didn't stop you from arriving to class as you took a seat near the back. You rested your head on the table to take a nap as you were still early. You were too tired to even hear the door open and the students entering as the class started to fill. Your head jerked up to the sound of your professor's voice through the mic as you quickly scanned the room, seeing if anyone saw your embarrassing act. Looking beside you, you almost fell off your seat when you saw Haru sitting beside you.

"What are you doing here?" You whispered as he typed away on his laptop.

"Taking notes." He didn't turn to look at you as you rubbed your eyes, making sure you're not dreaming.

"But you're not even in this class?"

"I know. I'm taking notes for you." You looked down, feeling guilty that he's here on his break while he could be study and the fact that Makoto broke his promise. He was gonna hear an earful from you when you recover.

"You don't have-"

"Shh. I'm trying to listen. Go take your nap." He cuts you off as you have no choice but to listen to what he said. You went back to your nap as he turned to look at you with nothing but concern. He gently tapped your shoulder as your head shot up too fast as you were hit with dizziness. "The class is over." You looked around the empty class room before glancing at your phone. Your next class starts in a few minutes. You hurryingly packed your bag, making your way out the door when Haru got a hold of your wrist. "Where are you going?"

"To my next class, I'm going to be late!" You tried shaking off his grip.

"In a state like that?" Maybe it's because you were already so tired and weak, your temper was starting to cut short as well. "You won't be able to focus. I really think you should go home and rest."

"I can't." You closed your eyes, trying to not let your emotions take over.

Haru sighs. "You're really putting your academics over your health right now? Don't you think you're pushing yourself too much right now, Y/N?"

"Haru." You said sternly. It was too late to get a hold of your emotions. "I'll have you know that I know my body and myself more than you and anyone else so please, don't tell me what to do. I thank you for your concern but that course and the grade means a lot to me. Please let me go." Haru looked into your eyes before loosening his grip. He watched you leave, feeling a little hurt by what you said.

You walked out of class, feeling a huge headache forming in your forehead as you pushed yourself to your next class.

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It has been a couple of days since you went to school as your body and at it's limit. After Gou's long, long, long nagging and scolding, you finally listened to her and stayed home. However, you had to make up for the messed class and material so during your time at home, you would listen to the recorded lectures, even though Gou threatened you not to, but how would she know if she's at school when you're at home? There were a couple of times when she came to visit out of the blue while you were study as you jumped into bed, pretending you were laying there the whole day.

Today however, felt like one of the worst days of all. Your whole body ached where even the slightest movement made you groan in pain. You managed to crawl out of bed, popping your medication before flopping back into bed, curling up in bed. Gou hasn't visit to as she normally would for the past few days with food and medication but reaching for your phone to text her could cause too pain as your laid there, with a growling stomach as you stared up to the celling. The conversation of you and Haru from several days ago replayed in your head when you come to realize what you. Your groaned, regretting every word that let your mouth. This was one of the reasons why you hated acting on an impulse. You felt like the worst human being knowing that Haru was only saying what's best for you and all you did was push him down. You needed to apologize to him as soon as possible when your condition is better. You need to make sure that it was all a misunderstanding before he drifts away from you again. Your overthinking made you slowly drift away into slumber.

The lock pad of your door unlocked but you haven fallen into deep slumber. The door slowly opens as Haru peaks his head in, wondering why it was awfully quiet when he saw you sleeping. He carefully closed the door behind him before placing several bags in the kitchen, tippy toeing his way to you. He kneeled beside your bed, taking a closer look at your furrowed brows as you slept in pain. His heart shattered into pieces when he saw the state you were in and how hopeless he as been in the past several days, too afraid to send you a message. He cautiously brushed out the hairs in your face before heading to the kitchen, cooking you fish and ginger congee as quietly as possible. Thankfully, the medication was able to knock you out through Haru's not so quiet cooking. He separated the congee into several containers, letting it cool before he places them in the fridge. He found himself looking around your studio apartment, especially your desk that was filled with scattered notes and books everywhere. His head was only filled with thoughts of how hardworking you were, not matter what state you're in. Maybe he crossed his boundaries if what he said the other day. Maybe he thought that you felt that he was doubting and looking down on your capabilities. Gou texted you earlier this morning, telling Haru that she was suppose to stop by your place to see how you're doing but something urgent came up as she couldn't make it, passing on the responsibility to him. Haru didn't hesitant as he immediately agreed. He wanted to see you. He wanted to apologize.

Your groans pulled him back to reality as he turned to see you with furrowed brows and heavy breathing. Taking a closer look, he saw that you were sweating profusely and your cheeks with tint. The back of his hand gently touched your forehead and neck. You were burning up with a fever. Quickly making his way to your bathroom, he rushed out with a damp towel, helping your wipe of the sweat before ripping open a cooling gel patch from his bag, gently placing on your forehead. Taking a seat beside your bed, he observed your features. Unknowingly, his hand reached to touch your finger tips that was extended out from the blankets. He jumped a bit when you gripped on to his hand. You must be dreaming in your sleep. You started to mumbled as Haru leaned in, trying to figure out what you were saying.

"I'm trying hard..." He heard you mumbled. "Don't...Drift..." He looked at you in confusion. Were you having a nightmare? "Do it... Don't overthink..." He didn't know what you were dreaming about but he felt like he should stay with you. At least until the nightmare passes.

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You woke up the next morning, feeling somewhat more functional than yesterday. You weakly got out of bed, dragging your feet to the bathroom to brush your teeth and freshen up. You took a look at yourself in the mirror when you noticed a gel patch on your forehead. You didn't remember putting that there or owning on. Maybe Gou placed it on you yesterday when she visited. Walking back out and passing the kitchen to your desk, you saw a white bag with a sticky note attached to it.

Good morning Y/N, I hope you're feeling better. Gou had something urgent yesterday and asked me to stop by instead. I'm sorry for my sudden visit without letting you know. I made some congee for you in the fridge so please warm it up to eat. I also left a white bag with some medication and cooling patches if you do need them. Get well soon. Haru.

You almost fell to the ground from reading the note. Out of all the days Haru had to visit, it had to be the day when you looked like an absolute mess. You tried to recall any moments of Haru from last night but you were too deep in sleep to remember anything. Opening the fridge, you saw the containers of congee as you took one out and popped it in the microwave to heat it up. You took a bite, very impressed by his cooking. He didn't look like someone with much cooking skill but you were pleasantly surprised by the congee he made. You smiled, finishing up the congee before heading to your desk, starting your study session when your eyes landed on a particular note.

You're doing amazing Y/N! Remember to take a break, stretch and look at the greenery!

Looking back at the sticky note from the bag, you could tell it was Haru's handwriting. You couldn't help but to chuckle at his cute actions, reaching out to your phone, typing away a thank you text when your finger halted over the send button, suddenly remember your harsh words. Even after hurting Haru's feelings, why did he still come? You hesitated on sending the message before clicking the backspace. A message isn't going to be enough. You needed to recover quickly so that you could see Haru and apologize to him.

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You obediently took your medication and eat your meals as you got better in no time. While recovering and up until you have recovered, Haru hasn't sent you any messages. You haven't seen in around campus, even at times when the two of you would meet up. It was like everything returned back to normal. The normal without Haru and you didn't like that kind of normal. You would searching around the building after class, running out of buildings to the garden, hoping to see Haru walking to his next class or anywhere but it was almost like he never existed. It was almost like he drifted away from you. Disappeared from you. All you could think about was seeing Haru but it was almost like the more you thought about him, the more less you'll see him and you didn't like the unsettling feeling. The weather was finally getting better after all the rain but you couldn't even enjoy it anymore. Not without Haru.

You were walking down the garden after your final class of the day, seeing that it was filled with more people with the flowers starting to bloom. Smiles with all around as people chattered happily, snapping pictures of the spring weather while you walking down the pathway in gloom. Trying to pass the crowd of people, your eyes wondered to the platform bench in the distance where you shared one of your most precious memories with Haru. There was someone sitting alone at the bench but you couldn't tell how it was from their back. You tried leaning to the sides as you walked pass people, freezing at your steps when you saw the person's familiar clothing. It was Haru's favorite jacket that he was wearing. He was sitting on the edge of the bench, looking up at the sky. What if it isn't Haru and just someone else with the same jacket? With if Haru doesn't want to see you? What will you say when you see him? What is there to say?

Stop. You shook your head frantically, trying to stop overanalyzing and planning out every possible solution. You managed to pull your feet off the ground and started pushing through the crowd. "Wait." Why did it look like he was fading away? "Wait!" You yelled, hoping that he could hear you as you continuing pushing your way through the crowd. He stood up and pick up his bag. "Haru!" You yelled, finally getting out of the crowd and ran to the bench in the corner. You made it on time. You stood in front of him, heaving as you caught your breath. He stood there dumbfounded by your sudden appearance. "I made it..." You managed to get out in between your breaths.

"Y/N? What are you-" Your body moved on it's own as walked up to him before pulling him into a hug. Haru was so caught off guard he didn't know what to do. Especially knowing that this isn't something you usually do. He hesitated before wrapping his arms around your waist, his lips curving up into a smile.

"I'm just as confused as you are." You blurted out. You didn't want to let go, not when you're a blushing mess. "But I feel like if I don't let my impulses lead me, I'll regret it." You tightly shut your eyes from your cringy lines, feeling his hand softly pat your head. He lets go, wanting to see your face. As ashamed as you already feel, you forced yourself to face him. "Thank you for everything, and I'm sorry for what I said before." His eyes were filled with tender and love as he looked down at yours. He slowly lowered his face to yours, inching closer and closer before you closed your eyes, feeling his soft lips against yours. He pulled you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. You heart was pounding so loud, you were pretty sure he could hear but this moment was too beautiful to be ruined. You rested his forehead against yours, smiling as you were still somewhat shocked at what just happened.

"You said that if you don't let my impulse lead me, I'll regret it right?" You could feel your whole face burning up. "Well, I let mine lead me just now." You couldn't help but to chuckle at how slick he could be.

"I like you." You smiled. He raised an eyebrow. "Was that on an impulse?". You rolled your eyes, giving him a playful slap on the shoulder.

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 1 year

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i'm begging you guys to start pirating shit from streaming platforms. there are so many websites where you can stream that shit for free, here's a quick HOW TO:

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fairydriver · 3 months

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if you post an image in discord itll round the corners, but once you hit a certain smallness it rounds into a circle. so basically if you make an image that is 32x32 and you post it in discord itll go from this

to this.

so you basically can just draw a little face in mspaint or something and paste it into discord and itll look like a little emoji. you can potentially mess around with this a lot, its proportional to your image going smaller and it doesnt have to be a square either.

#I THINK THIS HAS A LOT OF FUN POTENTIAL #discord #i am reblog locking this bc i lack the ability to properly issue corrections (see replies)#and also because getting notes like this causes me some distress #please feel free to issue a version of this post that is more accurate yourself (any reader)#but i will refrain #i still think its fun tho i initially noticed this at the 16 scale where it works regardless #just have fun and express yourself in a carefree manner

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stars-and-clouds · 7 months

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HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO!!! -screams-

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aeyumicore · 3 months

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☾ .⭒˚ business trip ♡ zayne x afab reader

⋆.˚ ☾ pairing: zayne x afab!reader (very fem!reader)

☾ .⭒˚ genre: smut, pwp, pwf

⋆.˚ ☾ word count: 6.7k (good lord)

☾ .⭒˚ content warning: mdni, tiny reference/spoiler to lore, explicit sexual content, pure pure filth, dubcon if you squint really really really hard, size kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral sex (f!receiving), lots of making out, finger fucking, tongue fucking, cum as lube, finger sucking, choking, slight inappropriate use of evol, slight use of y/n, dom!zayne

⋆.˚ ☾ video link: not necessary to watch in order to read and enjoy, but i highly recommending watching the memory for context and a visual for the fic! https://youtu.be/JAQ22yAhnUI?si=bfOLaJ-byJMyT9Vn

☾ .⭒˚ a/n: as promised she is here! this is based of the five-star card ‘business trip.’ a lot of the initial dialogue is from that card's story, with some small changes. this contains very tiny spoilers/references to some of the lore (honestly not really, if you’re reading this you’re probably addicted to the game enough to know the reference).

this is my very first finished fan fic/smut! i’m used to writing research papers and lab reports, so i am still learning to write fiction/dialogue! please be kind :) also fun fact i was writing this in first person but then decided to switch to second person so if there’s any stray grammar errors i apologize lol search and replace is so wonky

if you can’t tell i am absolutely feral for zayne and need to thirst for him with fellow zayne simps. my dumbass cannot write porn without a shit ton of plot/feelings. hope you enjoy!!

⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾

people who didn’t know zayne would assume that he was a cold person, and you couldn't really blame them. as a world renowned cardiac surgeon, and the chief cardiac surgeon of a massive metropolitan hospital, he had become an expert at control, especially that of his emotions. he let the world know only what he wanted them to know, and he was extremely selective about who he let truly know him.

having been zayne’s girlfriend for a few months now, you had the privilege of being on the receiving end of his rare affections. and while he was undeniably blunt and straightforward, you knew he was anything but cold. under the winter blizzard that was his exterior, zayne was warmer than the summer sun.

but despite being intimately familiar with zayne’s affections, you couldn’t help but be disappointed when he picked you up from the train station returning home from your ten day mission. after months of dating, you were no stranger to the cardiac surgeon’s distaste of pda and need for professionalism, but after ten days apart you couldn’t help but be disheartened by his nonchalance when picking you up.

so when he put on a random movie and sat on your couch, you couldn’t help but pout and prop your knees up to your chest on the seat cushion next to him.

“do you have a question for me, zayne?” you rested your head on your left hand that was leaning up on the sofa back. his face snapped to yours from the tv screen, eyes lighting up with amusement. they bore straight into your own, making you want to squirm in your seat. even without touching you, zayne was always able to make your blood heat and your skin singe.

“what do you mean?” his tone held the faintest trace of humor and you had a feeling he knew exactly what you meant but wanted to hear you say the words.

feeling emboldened by his teasing obliviousness, you deftly swung one of your legs over his lap, and effectively straddled him on the couch. his hands instinctively gravitated to gently rest on the plush of your hips. you squeaked in surprise at the feel of his ice cold hands against your exposed waist, your shirt having ridden up. you could feel the distinct outline of something you’d terribly missed on your time away, and it made you harshly bite your lip to suppress the sounds your body tried to force out of your mouth.

the corner of his lips raised at you, the faint ghost of a smirk gracing his face. he murmurs softly, his voice sending shivers straight down your spine while his fingers danced down with it, “how was your trip? was it okay?”

still sulking, you whined, “not at first. after all, i could always see you whenever i wanted to.” your hands softly ran down the smooth fabric of his suit vest, drifting over his expensive tie, “then slowly i got used to it.” you shifted in his lap, intentionally grinding gently, hoping to provoke any sort of reaction from him. you needed him to be as affected by you as you were by him.

“got used to being alone again? right?” besides his growing erection, he was as calm and collected as always. in your frustration at his nonchalance, you missed the little signs of zayne losing the tight grip he always had on his control. his grip tightening ever so slightly on your hips, the brief but sharp intake of his breath, his jaw slackening gently as he bit the inside of his cheek.

exasperated, you climbed off his lap and settled back into your seat beside him. with zayne, it could often be difficult to tell when he was teasing or genuinely oblivious. and your own frustrations were clouding your perception to any of the little indicators that he was anything but in complete control of the situation.

“sure, but it’s not…” you trailed off feeling embarrassed, eyes falling to your hands on your lap. maybe you were being too needy?

gripping your chin in his thumb and index finger, he lifted your head to meet his deep green eyes again, “indeed, it’ll become dull regardless.” the unmistakable sound of need in his voice as his piercing eyes locked yours in place was beginning to utterly derail your thoughts.

you cover his eyes with both your hands, unable to stand his intense stare, “you’ve been staring at me.”

“but i can’t see you like this,” the amusement in his voice is undeniable.

“shhh. that’s the point.”

gently, he pries your hands off his face without much resistance, “let me see you.” his eyes once again found yours, holding bits of amusement, adoration, and hunger. you averted your eyes and childishly stuck your tongue out at him.

“you wanted me to say something?” the teasing in his voice transparent as glass.

unable to contain yourself any longer, you whine, “why did you act so normally at the train station? i was disappointed.” craving his skin on yours, you reach your right hand out to gently brush your fingers over his lips. he wraps his much larger hand over yours and moves it to cup his cheek. turning his head ever so slightly, his lips ghost the inside of your palm with a delicate kiss.

when he finally speaks, his voice has dropped to an octave that sends waves of pure primal pleasure coursing straight down to your core, “what did you want me to do in front of all those people?”

biting back the shiver threatening to unleash through your body, you continue with your petulant ramblings, “we haven’t seen each other for a few days. didn’t you miss or worry about me?”

“the weather was nice there and you responded to all my text messages. so you must have been fine,” he gently plays with your hand, still enclosed in his. “now tell me, is there something you want to tell me?”

you could tell zayne knew exactly what you wanted to say and what you wanted him to say. but ever the tease, he wanted you to say it aloud.

“tell me what you want,” he’d always demand with his lengthy slender fingers stuffed deep inside you, thumb pressing harshly on your clit. forcing you to say the words.

“i…missed you,” you confess through hooded eyelids, only daring to peer up at him through your eyelashes. your own daydreams were causing a dampening puddle to form at the apex of your legs which you squeezed shut tightly, embarrassed at how eager you were for him.

in a flash, his hand released yours to snatch the remote off the coffee table and shut the movie off, turning to face you again. his sudden movement snapped you out of your filthy reminiscing, “why did you turn off the tv?”

forcefully, he cups the back of your neck, entangling his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer until his face is a mere inch from yours, eyes glancing fleetingly to your lips. you could feel his minty breath against your lips and it made you unleash the uncontrollable shiver you’d been suppressing, “are we really here for a movie?”

breathlessly and defiantly, you pushed him further, “isn’t that what you wanted?” your hands gripped his bicep, reveling in the taut bundle of muscles that you’d imagined far too many times on your trip, taking you so forcefully every night prior.

“i’ve changed my mind now. is that okay?” and with that zayne closes the short distance between the two of you, capturing your lips with his.

you couldn’t help but moan at the feel of his icy lips on yours after far too long, far too many lonely nights. he greedily swallowed it, hands moving to tangle deeper in your hair. zayne’s lips were always a pleasant blend of winter ice but also a home-like warmth, the feeling absolutely addicting. a feeling reserved just for you.

zayne pushed you down softly, until your back met the cushioned sofa. he parted your thighs and settled between them, hovering above you.

“such a brat. did you want me to take you like this in front of everyone at the station?” he murmured, hands leaving you to loosen his tie. the unbelievably erotic sight had your knees weakening, the dampness between your legs intensifying. they instinctively clenched at the feeling, which zayne noticed immediately, evident by his satisfied smirk.

“tell me how much you missed me,” he demanded softly and firmly as his hands found their way under your shirt, teasing the skin of your naval and dancing up just below the swell of your breasts. his cold touch pulled a needy whimper from you and your pelvis arched up seeking any kind of friction against his body. zaynes actions fried your brain, rendering it nearly impossible for you to process what he was asking of you.

suddenly his hands abandoned your chest and he raised his hips so your bodies no longer touched, to your dismay. the loss in friction had you whimpering pathetically for him. instead, his hand made its way to your mouth and his thumb pressed into the parting of your lips, “answer me.”

“wh-what? what did you ask?” you panted dumbly, tongue intentionally grazing his thumb and savoring the salty taste of his frosty skin. you could see his erection growing against the restraint of his slacks at the feel of your tongue eagerly tasting him.

using his free hand, he ghosted it against your jeans covered cunt, just barely catching on your clit. squeezing your eyes shut, you gasped and hoped he couldn’t feel how embarrassingly wet you already were for him, despite him only just having touched you. his touch was light and fleeting, just enough to leave you starving for more.

his thumb, still in your mouth, pressed down firmly on your tongue. this time, he asked more forcefully, “tell me how much you missed me baby.” his domineering attitude short circuited your brain and once again all you could do was moan and thrust into his hand. zayne, dissatisfied with your repeated lack of response, pinched your clit, roughly enough to snap you back into reality and leave you panting for more. the truth came tumbling out so fast you had no time to be ashamed at how desperate he’d made you.

“s’much, i missed you so much zaayne,” you slurred, unable to articulate your words through the lust, “thought ‘bout you ev’ry night.” you reached up to run your fingers through the dampening black bangs that rested against his eyes. “missed you s’much zayne. need you s’bad.”

his gorgeous green eyes darkened and he shut them, “fuck.”

satisfied with your begging, he bent down to capture your lips with his once more, pressing his erection against your heat, grinding torturously slowly. his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, demanding access to what was his. you happily granted him entrance, enjoying the feel of his tongue against yours. enjoying the taste of him so intimately close to you.

he pulled away, groaning, “do you want to know why i acted so normally when i saw you at the train station?” you whined at him pulling away, having thoroughly gotten over your previous brattiness and just wanting nothing more than him to utterly devour you. you reached your hand up to cup his cheek again, trying to guide his lips back to yours and shut him up. you continued to grind into his erection, rutting needily into his crotch, completely and utterly desperate for him. you were at the point of no return, and not even your own embarrassingly unabashed horniness could shame you into stopping.

instead, he affectionately leans into your hand and shuts his eyes, like a cat purring into a palm. the pure adoration mixed with the fiery sexual tension enveloping the air surrounding you was absolutely suffocating. and you were positively addicted.

he put his hand over yours, holding it lovingly against his cheek, “even in front of all those people, i knew once i saw you again–” he brought your joined palms to his lips and grazed a fleeting kiss against your skin, then released your hand.

continuing, “if i touched you again after all that time –” he bent down over you to gently graze his teeth against your racing pulse, suckling and nibbling carefully while his other hand cupped your sex again to which you eagerly ground into. his long slender fingers teased your slit, paying special attention to your aching clit.

he continued his ministrations on your pussy, his breathy rasps right next to your ear, “i knew i wouldn’t be able to stop.”

his words snapped the coil that had been building in your core from the moment your eyes landed at him at the train station. you whined as your thighs trembled to a halt against his fingers. the culmination of it all, missing him terribly for ten days, the feel of his perfect body pressed against yours, the incessant teasing, but especially his confession, led to your quick unraveling. covering your eyes in sheer embarrassment, you came against his hand, still completely dressed.

zayne peered down at his soaked hand, voice low, vaguely amused, and unbelievably turned on, “did you just cum, love?”

embarrassed, hands still covering your reddening face, you wailed, “y-yes..i’m sorry!”

“don’t hide from me y/n,” his fingers, covered in your slick, pried your hands away from your eyes. “did my little brat miss me that much? she’s so eager for me she came just from humping my hand huh?”

you nodded enthusiastically, despite the sheer embarrassment, determined to please the man before you, “missed you more than anything. needed you s’bad. haven’t felt you inside me in s’long.” he swore lowly under his breath, barely audible, his control slipping.

“i’m sorry for not behaving the way you expected at the train station, my love,” he rose away from you, undoing his loosened tie. “let me show you how much i missed you.” his words unleashed butterflies in your stomach as you watched him shed his clothing, layer by layer. zayne was truly something sculpted out of legends. as his long fingers expertly unbuttoned his white collared shirt you pressed your palm against his hard stomach and murmured, “wait let’s go to my bed.”

but he didn’t stop, instead arching his eyebrow at you, “did you think i was joking?”

your eyes snapped away from the contours of his abs leading to the dusting of his pubic hair, not at all able to follow what he was talking about. “s-sorry?”

he chuckled, finally shedding his expensive white shirt somewhere on your apartment floor. he crawled back to hover over you and deftly removed your bottoms and panties, then spreading your thighs apart and using his own leg to keep them propped open.

“we’ve already started, and i won’t be able to stop any time soon.”

you shivered at his words and hooked your arms around his neck, pressing your lips against his. the kiss was bruisingly passionate and messy, his tongue exploring all the places he longed for the past week and a half. with one hand he gripped your hair, and with the other he skillfully unhooked your bra and caressed your nipple with his fingertips. you whimpered into his mouth as he played with your body in ways only he knew would have you completely ruined. wanting to please him too, you reached your hand down to release his cock from its confines and grasp it in your hand. it stood completely rock hard against his naval, his prominent vein bulging and throbbing in your hand. because of zayne’s evol, he always ran very cold. his skin was often icy to the touch, but his manhood always burned your palms, blazing so deliciously hot.

you held it tight in your hand, jerking up and down gently but forcefully. teasing the underside of the head with your thumb, you briefly panicked at how he would fit inside you after so many days not being stretched to accommodate him. his manhood was like him in every way: intimidating, imposing, and glorious.

zayne pulled away from your lips, burying his face into the crook of your neck and biting into the soft skin there. the most erotic groans spilled out of his lips against you, but his hand gripped your fist halting your movements. through gritted teeth, he seethed, “stop.”

scared you’d hurt him, you instantly snatched your hand away. he noticed the guilt on your face and half-smiled reassuringly, “i was about to finish all over your pretty little stomach from just your hands. this is how much i’ve missed you.” the more he spoke, the more your next orgasm was building, your body aching for his with every filthy word he uttered.

his hands gripped the small of your back and lifted you slightly, giving him access to remove your top and unlatched bra. his eyes hungrily roamed all over your body until they settled on your eyes, “you are the most beautiful thing i will ever set eyes on, in all my lives.”

your head tilted, intrigued by his choice of words, “all your lives? have you discovered the secret of reincarnation, dr. zayne?.” zayne chuckled, but did not respond, instead kneeling completely naked and god-like before you and you couldn’t help but beg, “p-please zayne.”

he smirked, confident as ever, hands reaching down to ghost right above your pussy, hovering so close but not touching, “please what, baby? use your words, you can do that for me, right?'”

you bit your lip, trying to grind your crotch into his hand, whining when he shifted to dodge your advances.

“tell me what you want.”

unable to take the teasing any further, “p-please jus’ touch me, anything, please.”

“my girl is so damn needy.” finally he sets his fingers against your soaking slit, slipping his lengthy middle finger in. throwing your head back, you moaned arching your back off the couch, rutting into his digit.

“so desperate for me,” he practically purred, pumping his single finger in and out, “did you have to use your own fingers when you were away?”

“y-yess thought of you every time,” you moaned, “p-please, more.” you shrieked in pure ecstasy as you felt his lips find your sensitive nipple while simultaneously inserting his index finger.

zayne has always been hyper fixated on your breasts. the way the skin pebbled under his touch, the way the plush fat felt underneath the massage of his palms, but mostly the way you writhed under the lathering of his tongue. while his fingers forked in and out of you, his tongue swirled dizzying circles around the peak of your breasts. he nibbles, gentle but still enough to make you yelp. you can feel his smile against your skin as he suckles soothingly. he alternates between the two, never wanting to leave the other one neglected. your pleasure is the most important thing to him, a job he takes seriously. only when you’re a squirming whimpering mess does he feel satisfied.

pleased with his work, he detached from your chest, trailing down further. he leaves a path of kisses down your torso until he finds himself facing his main course. as he admires your throbbing cunt, his fingers still scissoring in and out of it, his tongue swipes against his lips. the hunger in his eyes is evident, as if pondering all the different ways he could devour you. finally, he graces your pussy with his attentive lips, wrapping around your clit and just barely grazing with his teeth.

zayne ate like a man positively starved, his tongue working magic on your body. he suckled diligently on the bud, making the filthiest slurping noises. your toes curled, resting on his broad hard shoulders, and your thighs clenched around his jaw. with his free hand, he sought your nipple out, pinching gently against the pebbled skin, ravishing absolutely every inch of your body. he shifted downwards until his tongue was inside you, his nose rubbing against your clit delivering such relentless mind-numbing pleasure. his tongue fucked you earnestly and through the blood pounding in your ears you could hear him moaning at the taste of your juices, dripping down his chin.

zayne inserts his fingers again, tongue going back to lap diligently at your clit, “you can take another one cant you?” he grunted against your most sensitive region, his breath a warm caress.

you sat up weakly on your elbows, absolutely winded from the blinding pleasure but determined to keep up with him, “i can! i can!”

“that’s my girl.” he inserts another finger, stuffing you completely full. moaning unabashedly, you latched onto his hair and fucked yourself onto his fingers. “you taste so fucking good. couldn’t stop thinking about you, spread out for just me, while you were gone.” his filthy words went straight to your core and you felt your next orgasm building at an alarming rate.

“zayne zayne zayne,” you chanted, completely fucked out, “please d-don’ stop.” his fingers quickened inside you, the lewd wet sounds of his fingers pounding against your skin filling the room. while keeping himself buried inside you, he shifted on top of you until his face was right in front of yours, eyes gazing into you deeply. zayne crashed his lips onto yours once more, forcing his tongue in, claiming every part of you. not that you objected at all.

his kiss was so unbelievably filled with need, showing you just how much he had missed you. his entire mouth tasted of you, lips so wet from a mix of your spend and his saliva. the passion of it all was enough to send you reeling towards your second orgasm. nails digging into his bicep, you tried to warn him that you were just about to come undone all over his hand. with his three fingers stuffed in you, he used his thumb to rub harsh circles on your clit, sending you reeling over the cliff of pleasure

“that’s it, juust like that baby. cum for me,” he cooed. you were a babbling slurring mess as you trembled on his fingers, releasing all over his hand. he continued to gently pump in and out of you, helping you ride out the waves of your orgasm. you fought to stay conscious as the overwhelming pleasure of two climaxes bled into the sting of overstimulation.

weakly swatting at his hand still inside your puffy cunt, “s’too much zayne. s’too sensitive.” he finally removed his hand, the sudden emptiness drawing a gasp from your lips. zayne brought his absolutely drenched fingers to his mouth, devouring your slick off of them.

“absolutely perfect,” he groaned, removing them and gripping the underside of your thighs. in one swift motion he pulled hard and had you pushed up against his own body, your rear end elevated to brush right up against his hard body, his unbelievably erect cock.

tapping his member against your sopping cunt he gave you a lopsided smile, “you still with me love?”

you sat up, unable to take your eyes off of where zayne’s body would connect with yours. following your eyes, he takes his manhood in his hand and teases it up and down, “i expect an answer when i speak to you y/n.”

your mind was mush and your body was still staggering from the sheer amount of pleasure zayne had just given you, but you knew you needed more. you needed him and you needed him inside you.

peering into his eyes from underneath your eyelashes, you mewled, “z-zaayne. i need you. i can’t wait any more”

he swore under his breath, his voice a deep sensual rasp, “so damn eager for me. don’t worry, you will have me, many many times tonight.” you shivered at his words, a hard and fast promise, as he lined up his cock with your entrance.

“two of ten,” he muttered under his breath, teasing his head against your clit, causing your body to tremble uncontrollably as he smeared your combined arousals all over your cunt, better than any medical grade lube. zayne always had so much pre cum from edging himself, always putting your pleasure above anything else, before himself.

“ten what?”

a heart stopping cocky smirk graced his beautiful pale face, “you’ve been gone for ten days. i fully intend to make up for every single day tonight.” the full weight of what he was implying clicked and your eyes widened.

“th-there’s no way!”

“isn’t this what you wanted? for me to show you how much i missed you?” he gave your pussy one last stern tap with his length, evoking a squeal from your lips as you squeezed your eyes tightly shut in anticipation.

“i told you once i started i wouldn’t be able to stop.” and without waiting for you to protest further, zayne softly breached into your warm and waiting hole. you moaned in surprise at the massive stretch. the only reason he could enter you at all was because he had thoroughly prepped you with the two previous orgasms. the pain ebbed pleasure was undeniable as zayne stretched your body to the max. when you looked to see where his body was joined with yours, you gaped. he’d only managed to get his tip in.

zayne fell forward slightly, gripping the underside of your thighs with a bruising intensity. his jaw was locked and he panted out, “please love, relax. relax for me. you’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”

“i’m tryin’, jus’ so big,” you whined, hands finding purchase in his soft hair. you took a deep breath, trying to loosen up, staring into his smoldering eyes while he pushed further into your guts.

“that’s it, such a good little slut for me. always so obedient,” he cooed, slowly but surely seating himself fully in your cunt. after ten days without him inside, it felt like losing your virginity all over again. but every single word he muttered went straight to the wet mess in between your joined bodies, helping to overcome the resistance.

the initial pace he set was torturously slow and passionate, his eyes only leaving yours when he threw his head back to groan deeply, as if unable to contain himself while he was inside you. any inklings of pain quickly dissolved into pure pleasure as his thick length burrowed deep inside. you watched zayne bask in the unstoppable stream of sounds that escaped your mouth, his body always taking yours in the most delicious ways. any embarrassment you previously felt went out the window as you made the most lewd and filthy cries for him.

hooking your legs around his waist, you felt him brush against your cervix with his tip and realized even fully buried inside you, zayne’s length was not completely burrowed in your pussy. the sheer size of him made you clench around his thrusts, throbbing in ecstasy as he ravished your body.

“so damn tight,” he groaned, the pace and force of his thrusts increasing, “gonna have to stretch you back out tonight, all night.” his thumb rubbed figure eights around your clit while you held onto your breasts for support as they bounced wildly from the growing intensity of his movements. the sight seemed to please him as he grunted and reached one of his hands to release your thigh and take a breast into his own hand, teasing the nipple between his finger tips.

somehow even in your utterly fucked out state you were able able to moan out, “s’deep s’deep sooo good. please don’t stop. missed this s’much.”

the hand on your breast ventured upwards to gently close around your throat, with just enough pressure to leave you gasping in bliss, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. his fingers pressed into your pulse, “taking me so well. this pussy was made for me, huh?”

a stray tear of pure pleasure slipped from your eyes. zayne released your neck and swipes his thumb across your cheek, wiping away the fallen tear, “answer me y/n. who does this pussy belong to?”

“b-belongs t’you zayne,” you slurred, “allll yours, always.”

pleased, zayne folds your thighs into your chest, until your knees are nearly touching your breasts. planting one foot on the seat of the couch, he begins thrusting with an entirely new vigor. the new angle allows him even deeper, cock brushing against all your deepest, favorite places. drool dribbled from the side of your mouth as you cried out repeatedly in pleasure. his body was so satisfyingly heavy, imposing, and large against yours, a stark reminder of the sheer size difference between you.

he shoved his hand between your two bodies to rest on your stomach, pressing down, “can you feel how deep i am love? can you feel me here?”

frankly, you could feel him in your damn throat, “y-yes zayne, feel it s’deep. makin’ me feel so goood. please don’t stop.”

“don’t worry, don’t plan on ever stopping.” his promises drove you ever so close to your climax. you moaned, back arching off the couch so sharply that you were almost levitating. zayne took this opportunity to wrap his two large hands around your waist, hoisting you off the couch leaving you squealing as he picked you up like a rag doll, seating you back on his lap, a mixture of your arousals moistening your thighs. his cock sat tall against your stomach and you longed to be stuffed again.

“look at the mess you made,” he murmured, eyes trailing to the space you sat completely exposed on him. with one palm gripping your ass, he slid his other between you to collect your collective slick on his fingers and shove it gently back into you. you yelped but took this opportunity to lift yourself onto your knees and take his cock into your hands. zayne watched you with amused eyes allowing you to take control, if only for a brief moment, before regaining it. a creature of habit, zayne loved control. in the hospital, the operating room, and especially in the bedroom. or well the living room.

you impaled yourself on his length once more, a gasping and groaning mess every inch of the way. he kneaded the plush of your ass adoringly, trying to soothe the pain from the stretch. in this position, zayne reached the deepest inside you, literally rearranging your guts. using your fleeting strength, you began bouncing up and down on him, his strong hands on your rear guiding you along, but letting you do the work. the corner of his lips were slightly quirked up as he watched you struggle to keep up any semblance of rhythm or pace.

“does my needy girl need my assistance?”

determined to wipe the smug smirk off his unfairly handsome face, you shook your head vehemently and only rode him more vigorously. but as his cock continued to spear in and out of you, the overwhelming pleasure in your gut and the burning in your thighs took hold and your knees gave out. you slumped your head breathlessly against his hard chest, as he chuckled and planted a kiss against the top of your head.

“don’t worry sweetheart, i’ve got you. let me take care of you.” with the help of his strong hands, he bounced you on his lap. his large muscular thighs flexed underneath you as your eyes rolled back. hours upon hours of surgeries honed zayne’s endurance and he bobbed you up and down like you weighed nothing at all. sitting on his lap like this, your abdomen was pushed right against his, your clit rubbing along his pelvis and your nipples dragged along his chest with each sinful thrust.

“eyes on me,” he commanded, his grip on your ass tightening enough to leave marks. in your fucked out state you force your eyes to focus on his, as his cock continues to deliver you unimaginable pleasure. with his eyes locked on yours, zayne lets out a deep breathy moan and murmurs, “i missed you so much y/n.”

your heart swells, your stomach clenches and you knew you loved this man. the butterflies in your stomach must have manifested in your pussy clenching around zayne’s shaft, hard. he hisses, but before he can speak you take his face in both your hands and press your mouth to his, swallowing his moans.

the feel of his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth pushes you towards your third orgasm. your lips separate, a string of drool connecting them still, as zayne hammers into you. you drape your arms over his shoulders, clinging on while he pounds into your abused hole. your clit continues to brush against his slick soaked pubic hair and has you seeing actual stars.

he bent down to capture your nipple with his mouth, absolutely devouring it. squealing, you arched into his mouth as your fingers clawed deep welts into his back while he ravished your breasts. he continued to bounce you on his lap, pace never faltering.

“m’close,” you warn over the erotic wet ‘pap pap pap’ sounds between you, “g’nna cum soon.”

“yeah? cum on me baby. need to feel you all over my cock,” his thrusts continue to hit your sweet spot and you feel as if you’re about to explode. at his command, you barrelled through your orgasm, digging your nails into his toned back. the pleasure was immeasurable as it coursed through every centimeter of your body. your head felt dizzy, toes curled, fingers clenched, nipples hardened further against him, and every nerve in your body sang for him. you wailed as he helped you ride out your orgasm, prolonging it as long as possible, still chasing his own pleasure.

“that’s it love. make a mess all over me,” the over stimulation was starting to kick in again as zayne’s thighs and hands continued to rock you on his cock.

“p-perfect, you’re so fucking perfect. do you know how many times i fucked my fist, thinking of this, while you were gone?” zayne was babbling now, and his cock was twitching persistently inside you. you could tell he was going to cum soon too. you held on for dear life as you willed yourself to withstand the overstimulation, wanting zayne to find release with you. it slowly ebbed into an addicting painful pleasure, making you uncontrollably squeeze your aching cunt around his throbbing cock.

“f-fuck squeezing the soul out of me. i’m gonna cum,” he groaned into the crook of your neck.

“cum for me zayne i wan’ it so so bad you n-need it please. need your cum so bad,” you whined, squeezing your eyes shut feeling another orgasm approaching so so unbelievably fast.

just like he had before, he gripped your chin with one of his hands, “look at me. i need to see you when i cum.” you forced your eyes open and watched as he stared at you with such intense lust, need, and love.

“where do you want me?” he grunted, his thrusts stumbling and you could tell he was finally at the precipice of his own orgasm.

“i-inside please cum inside me zaayne, i need you s’bad. need t’feel it deep,” you sobbed, your cunt tightening around him as you were about cum again.

“you want me to fill you up baby? stuff you full of my cum? what if i get you pregnant?” you clenched in excitement at the vague warning of his words. without fail, zayne noticed.

“my girl likes that idea huh? want me to breed this pretty little cunt? put my baby in you?” he was practically rabid now, the force of his bouncing rattling your brain, his words turning your body into putty in his hands. tears of overwhelming pleasure filled your eyes at his filthy promises and you could only peer at him through your wet eyelashes and nod eagerly, with your tongue almost lolling out of your mouth.

zayne cursed under his breath at the look you were giving him. he knew he could never deny you, not that he’d wanted to, especially not when you looked at him like that. he would spend his entire life, every one of his lives, loving you, taking care of you, protecting you, pleasuring you, if you’d allow him.

as he watched the drool dribble down your chin, he thrust one last time, the brute force of it dragging the orgasm out of you while he spurted his release deep inside your womb. you were screaming, crying as the intensity of your last three orgasms made your body even more reactive to his cum painting your walls white. the culmination of it all had you squirting all over your joined laps.

zayne watched in awe as you made an utter mess on his lap, his grip on your hips tightened and an icy frost formed on the top of your soft skin, under his palms. the alarming cold only served to increase the ecstasy of your climax. he didn’t seem to notice as the beautiful snowflake etched frost danced up your waist. yet you felt anything but cold as his hands held you against him.

the aftershocks of your final orgasm caused your pussy to continue to throb around him, milking anything he had left. zayne was a moaning and panting mess when he finally noticed that he was losing control of his evol, the glimmering crystals weaving up higher up your sides.

“shit, i’m sorry love,” he swore, pulling his hands away. you whimpered, not caring in the slightest, just wanting his touch back as you slumped against his hard chest, panting for air, body completely and thoroughly ruined. he took deep breaths to regain control of his evol, watching the iridescent flakes on your waist melt away as quickly as they’d come. as they faded completely, you shivered against him, cunt still quivering around him, draining every last drop of his seed into you. zayne wrapped his strong arms around you, cradling you gently, making sure his evol was properly contained before relaxing into your delicate body.

you must have drifted off briefly because the next thing you knew zayne was placing you gently on your plush bed sheets, the sweat and slick cleaned off your skin. despite the brutal pounding your pussy had taken, you could hardly feel any soreness. no doubt thanks to zayne’s tendencies to care for you like a little injured duckling, even outside of the hospital.

“you’re the best primary care provider, dr. zayne,” you murmured happily, nuzzling into his strong forearm, as he set you down on the bed. he chuckled, sounding not the least bit tired, sitting down on the empty space beside you.

“at home, you take care of me. at the hospital, you take care of me. how’d i get so luck to have a doctor like you?,” you rambled, utterly content. he continued to laugh, leaning over so he could stroke slow soothing circles on your naked stomach.

“i will always take care of you,” his gleaming green eyes beam at you, while the rest of his face remains calm, collected. and then he slowly smirks, “especially in the bedroom.”

you blush furiously, your thighs clenching together again, his eyes never leaving yours. the circles he rubs into your skin inch slowly up, up, up until they’re caressing your breasts, again.

“zaayne, there’s no way,” you whine, your thighs trembling at the sight of heat returning to his eyes. but despite your protests your core quivers in anticipation and you can't bring yourself to swat his hands away. he slowly crawls on your bed, into, in his opinion, his rightful place between your legs.

“we’re only 40% of the way done love, and as a surgeon i must always complete what i start,” he murmurs mischievously, hands gripping your knees, prying apart gently, slowly.

“y-you can’t be serious!”

“please? i missed you, y/n.”

feeling how your body reacted so eagerly to those three words, the words you wanted to hear him say so desperately at the train station, you knew you were in for a very long night.

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why-animals-do-the-thing · 1 year

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I don’t know if I’m late to the party here noticing this, but @staff what the actual hell is this. This is what I get when I click on the link to my own mantis shrimp post, shared on Twitter. I can see the first half, and then I get forced to log-in to keep reading.

I write a free blog on your free platform, and you’re using link sharing on mobile to try to force people to sign up? Not only is this absolutely not okay - this isn’t a paywalled site and my content isn’t subscription only - but it really fucks me over as a science communicator who relies on posts being shared easily to disseminate information.

This is absolutely not okay. I’ve used this site for eight years to do for science outreach and loved it. This choice leaves a really nasty taste in my mouth.

#not animals #what the actual fuck tumblr #my content is free and openly accessible on purpose #forcing sign-ins like it’s the Atlantic or NYT discourages readers

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lovelyspooks · 3 months

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Me looking at myself in the mirror at 3am after reading smut for 4 hours straight instead of sleeping:

#it’s becoming a problem #i actually can't stop #help plz #it's free therapy #dilf jake sully #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #remus lupin x reader #könig x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #cod x reader

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chichikoi · 4 months

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jealousy, jealousy (?)

synopsis: asking them for someone else's number. pairing: diluc, childe, al haitham, wriothesley x gn! reader fandom: genshin impact genre: fluff warnings: mentions of cheating, insecurity(?) a/n: my first smau :o definitely have something big planned, but this is me trying. hahehwehwjehjehe.

bonus: kazuha !

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anintrovertedechoe · 11 months

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Lucifer: who the fuck took my demonus i just wanna talk

the brothers knowing that whoever did is fucking dead:

MC: it was me.

Lucifer: what.

MC: it was me.

Lucifer: why??? you literally can’t even get drunk off it????

MC: it tastes like capri sun and i miss it you whore

Lucifer: what the fuck is a capri sun

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becca-e-barnes · 8 months

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Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.

Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …

- 🍯

Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫

"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."

With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.

Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.

"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"

As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.

"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.

You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.

"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.

You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.

Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.

"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.

"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.

"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.

"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."

Update: Part 2

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shegetsburned · 6 months

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being in a relationship w. ryomen sukuna ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

so first of all, you’re stuck with him wether you like it or not.

you are his princess and his only. nobody will ever dare to approach you or even attempt to charm you when they know what the king of Curses can do to them.

sukuna is so goddamn protective. even when he’s far away, you can feel his presence, watching over you and knowing every single one of your moves.

he’d definitely kill for you if you asked, and he takes pleasure in it, so it wouldn’t even slightly bother him.

sukuna prefers it when you wear as less clothes as possible, wandering around in a simple drape or a very thin dress for him to be able to eat you out with his gaze.

would demolish anyone on sight that’d harm/hurt or insult you in the slightest way. you can try and beg him not to, but it’s pretty much useless considering it’s probably already been done.

sukuna will praise the shit out of you, and expect to be absolutely spoiled for hundreds of years;

because yeah, you are stuck with him for a very long time. he’ll find a way to keep you all for himself for eternity.

he marks you. there are scratches on your body and bite marks. he wants everyone to know you belong to him.

sukuna’s actions speak louder than his words. he would dominate the world for you, and can’t even properly tell you how he feels.

when he’s in his thoughts, he likes to have you around, sitting on his lap, running a hand through your hair, covering you with his four arms.

no matter what plans for the future he has, sukuna will always include you in those, you don’t even have to ask for a place in his life.

loves calling you by your first name. it’s the only name he lingers on, making sure he pronounces every letter right. probably the only name he cares about remembering.

sukuna isn’t concerned about anybody’s well-being but yours, making sure you are always safe and protected, trust me, nothing will ever happen to you.

let’s be honest, he has already offered you his heart. it’s there, pumping in blood, bleeding in his hand while he hands it to you. it’s either very romantic or very disgusting.

one thing sukuna has said that will always stick with you is when he promised to always be with you. he’ll track you in every lifetime, making you fall for him once more, and his love for you will never fade.

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swtstrwbrris · 2 years

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𓆩♡𓆪 not so oblivious after all ; nanase haruka 𓆩♡𓆪

request: can i request for a fluffy friends to lovers imagine with haruka nanase? <3

pairing: haruka nanase x f!reader

genre: high school!au, friends to lovers, fluff, slight angst

a/n: man the lack of free! content there is on tumblr 😫i realized that the Japanese schooling system involves only 3 years in high school so for this scenario, it will be written as a 4-year schooling system.

Nanase Haruka.

The boy of your dreams. The boy who stole your heart. The boy who makes your heart skip a beat. The boy who is completely oblivious of your feelings.

With the two of you entering your fourth and final year of high school, you couldn’t help but to feel bittersweet that this will be the last year you’ll get to spend with Haru before you split up, heading towards your own paths of dreams. Looking back to the first day you and Haru first met, you would’ve never imagine how close the two of you are today. You weren’t part of the swimming club, nor were you very interested on learning how to swim. Regardless of that, you’ve always been drawn to watching others swim, seeing how free and graceful they look. The two of you met during one of his swimming competitions. He finishes his race, pulling off his swim cap and goggles at once before looking over to the audience, trying to spot his teammates for their proud reactions when his eyes landed on yours, filled with passion as you gripped onto the railing. The two of you shared the same fiery eyes, between a swimmer and spectator. You found out that he was in the same grade as well as homeroom, as the two of you were partnered up for multiple projects together. It was difficult talking to him first, as the two of your were both very introverted, but whenever you spoke about the things you were passionate in, he was absorbed into your dreamy orbits, filled with excitement and spirit.

The two of you started loosening up, getting more comfortable with each other. The heavy, awkward silences became more comforting and Haru seemed to open up more. Your feelings started to become more and more apparent has the years went on, but you knew how clueless he was being that his mind was only ever full of thoughts on swimming; or it’s that he is unaware of your actions.

“I like you...” You whispered, handing up a towel as he pushed himself up from the pool.

“I like you...” You whispered when the two of you walked home after his practice.

“I like you...” You whispered, opening your locker beside his, before he takes his shoes out, putting him off before leaving.

You somehow preferred that he didn’t say anything, or stayed oblivious instead of being turned down. Your quiet confession turned into affirmations for yourself, that you stayed true to your feelings.

Haru was staying behind after training to get in some extra practice for the upcoming competition. You kept him company, even if he didn’t needed it, just because you like being in silence with him. Hearing the splashes and waves as he swam somewhat comforted you. He swam so beautifully, almost as if he was the water. You were finishing up some of your work under the roofed bench.

“Y/N.” He called for you as he finishes another lap. He rested his arm on the side of the pool, observing your focused expression. You bit the end of the pencil, trying to solve the work problem. “Y/N.” He calls out once more. You jolted you head up, meeting his dark pupils before you turned to the side, grabbing his towel before walking over to him.

“Here.” You handed him his towel but he doesn’t take it. You squatted down, looking down at his figure. His slim yet muscular figure which he has build up ever since he was young. The water droplets falling down his hair and chin. “How are you feeling with this being your last competition in high school?”

“Pretty confident.” You knew he holds his confidence quite high when it comes to swimming, especially freestyle. “It’s also a bittersweet feeling.” You nodded in agreement. “Have you handed in your career path yet?” He gets up, thanking you as he took the towel, rubbing it through his hair.

“Yeah. Have you?” You walked back to the bench, putting away your workbooks. You knew the likelihood of going to the same university as him would be low, but you were holding on to the last bit of hope.

“Yeah.” He doesn’t say anything further. Your heart tightens, feeling a little blue, imagining your future life without Haru. He is a man of a few words, but he always provided comfort, reassurance and support whenever you needed it. “Let’s head home?” He tosses his bag over his shoulder, glancing back at you. You nodded, walking down the stairs behind him.

“I like you...” He doesn’t turn back, pause or stop. He continues walking down the stairs as if he didn’t hear anything. The rest of the journey home, you had your head down, feeling gloomy. You didn’t even realize you made it home, leaving Haru alone, standing by the sidewalk of your house, without your usual goodbye.

“Thanks for walking me home, Haru! Get home safely and rest well!” were the usual words along with your cheery smile whenever he walked you home but recently, you walked into your house, either mumbling a goodbye or nothing at all. Your head has been filled with thoughts. Thoughts on how to let go of Haru, to prepare yourself for the future, before reality hits you hard.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

“So I tweaked our training regimen a bit since the tournament is just around the corner. It’ll be a bit more intense than the one more, but I believe this will positively effect our performance. With the knowledge and research I’ve analyzed from the stacks of books I found in the library, I strongly believe that this will get us first place in the relay.” Rei pridefully introduces the new training routine, passing a copy to each of his teammates as they gathered around Haru’s living room. “So, where are my praises?”

“Wow, Rei-chan. Good job.” Nagisa deadpans along his slow clap, earning him a glare his fellow spec member.

“At least say it with more meaning, Nagisa!” He yells before Nagisa breaks into laughter, apologizing for his teasing.

“Hmm, it is a lot more difficult than our previous regimen but I do agree with Rei. I think the new training will benefit our results. What do you think, Haru-chan?” Makoto examines the paper carefully, looking over to the black haired male, staring into space. He lets out a hopeless sigh, having a feeling he knows why he’s acting this way. “Haru, did you tell her yet?”

“Tell her what?” Haru seems to be snapped back to reality.

“Tell her you’re going to university in Tokyo.” Haru droops his head, feeling disappointed.

“No, I haven’t.” He mumbles. “I can’t find the right time to tell her. Plus, she’s been acting weird recently.” His three teammate exchanges silent looks, conversating in eyes.

“I was chatting with Kisumi the other day about where he’s going and he brought up Y/N.” Haru’s head shoots up at your name.

“Kisumi? Why would Kisumi bring up Y/N?”

“Didn’t you know Haru-chan? Kisumi and Y/N are going to the same university.” Nagisa shifted his seat over to Rei, noticing the glint of jealous in Haru’s eyes.

“Really? Must be nice.” He muttered. Haru’s chest tightened with jealousy and anger. Behind his expressionless face is someone who is deeply in love with Y/N. He admires how passionate you are with your dream, and how dedicated you are on wanting to achieve it. Haru found peace and comfort in you. How you would earnestly listen whenever someone was speaking, whether it interested you or not. How you remained optimistic no matter what, which in the end, changed the perspective of lots of things for Haru. He hated how he couldn’t express his feelings well enough for you to see. How he had to fight between his mind and heart on either he acknowledges his feelings and confess to you or lets go you, swallowing his feelings. Hearing that Kisumi was going to attend the same university brought out the similar emotion he felt when Kisumi hung out too much with Makoto back in junior high, and he didn’t like that feeling.

“Why the long face, Haruka-senpai?” Rei questions, slightly smirking along with Makoto and Nagisa. “Don’t you know what university Kisumi is going to?”

“Yes. Hidaka University.”

“Which is also the university.... who goes to?” Nagisa tries to help his clueless member put together the puzzle pieces.

“The university Y/N goes to. Just what are you guys trying to get at?” Haru was starting to get annoyed, but his members couldn’t help but to laugh.

“Haru, what university do you go to.” Makoto steps in, hopefully finally making Haru understand the situation.

“Hidaka University.”

“Great, who else goes there?”

“Kisumi.” He answers before his eyes widen, finally getting a grip of what was going on. His teammates where dying of laughter of his foolish actions, causing him to blush in embarrassment. “I’m going to the same university as Y/N.” He smiled to himself, feeling somewhat relieved.

“Haru-chan, just how clueless are you?” Nagisa teased his older teammate, slapping his knee as he laughed. Everyone in the club knew Haru’s feelings for you without him needing to say anything. But they decided that it was best for him to validate those feelings himself and express it to you one day, before it’s too late. The thing was, your quiet confessions that you thought only you heard were once heard by Makoto. The three of you were walking on together, Makoto behind the two of you when you quietly spoke, thinking that no one heard from the reactions you got but little did you know, Makoto heard it loud and clear. The times when you were at your locker, letting out your hushed confession beside Haru where Makoto was right beside him as he heard. At first, he wondered if Haru was just plain clueless and deaf or expressionless to the core, but he realized that his best friend heard after he walks away, seeing the tips of his ear heat up red. One question that remains unsolved is why Haru doesn’t say anything and why he pretends to stay oblivious.

“Haru,” Makoto placed his hand on Haru’s shoulder, looking earnestly into his eyes. “don’t keep her waiting.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The swim club was having a celebration of winning their heat and placing 6th overall. The party was filled with memories with each of the members and a bittersweet moment for Makoto and Haru. You were invited by Gou as she wanted to thank you on how you helped out even if you weren’t part of the club. You were given a navy swimming suit from Gou as she had an extra. Feeling a little unaccustomed to the tightness and how much skin was revealed, you wore burrowed Gou’s jacket as she played in the water. You observed everyone from the side, seeing all smiles and enjoyment. You couldn’t help but to feel a little cheerless as today was your last day. Your last day of confessing to Haru.

After taking a bunch of group pictures, they decided to call it a day as everyone left one by one. Gou had to leave for an ‘important’ event so you volunteered to stay behind and clean up the decorations. Haru didn’t seem like he wanted to leave any time soon as he stayed behind, floating around in the water. You bid goodbye as the team members left one by one, leaving the two of you alone. The late afternoon breeze blows as you slightly shivered, feeling the lack of heat and coverage after returning Gou’s jacket. You quickly cleaned up, putting away the decorations before you walked over to the swallow end of the pool, sitting on the edge to dip your legs into the water. You tilted your head back, closing your eyes as you felt the warm sun gleam down you face. Haru wanted to capture this view of you and cherish it forever. You looked absolutely beautiful. Haru quietly made his way to you, before you felt small splashes on your knee.

“Congratulations on your win, Haru.” You smiled down at the male in water. He looks away, hiding the slight tint on his cheeks. Your praises always made Haru’s knees go weak. “You along with the team did amazing.”

“Of course.” He chuckled. Unlike the comfortable silence the two of you shared, there was tensions in today’s silence. It was heavy and thick. You let out a satisfied sigh, stretching you arms over your shoulders. “I can’t believe we’re graduating.” Haru hums his response as silence envelopes the two of you again. Haru adjusted before floating, facing towards the evening sky. The two of you had your head filled with thoughts, wanting to blurt everything out but neither of you had to guts, or the confidence in that aspect. You pulled your legs out of the warm, pulling them towards your chest as you watched the sky. The sky was ablaze with the fire of the setting sun. The water softly hitting the walls of the pool, the evening breeze blowing past the trees, everything felt so at ease, yet disquiet.

‘Today will be the last day you’ll be watching the sunset with Haru.’ You thought to yourself, feeling a lump on your throat. You promised yourself you weren’t going to act this way today. That today should be a day, spend happily, as it will be the last with Haru. You cleared your throat, forcing the lump down your throat. “I love you... Haru.” You whispered once more, blinking back the tears that dared to flow out of your eyes. Haru stood back up, catching your current state as his chest tightens, as he finally realizes how precious this moment was.

“Haru, don’t keep her waiting.” Makoto’s voice echoes in his mind.

You quickly pat the side of your eyes, hoping that Haru doesn’t notice. Look back down, Haru was slowly walking towards you. You got up, reaching a hand out to help him out. “We should get going now, no?” He stares at your hand for a brief moment before wrapping his hand around it. You pulled back slightly to help him up before you were pulled down into the water. You panicked, trying to get to the surface before you felt Haru’s hands around your waist, holding you steady as your toes touched the bottom of the pool. You brushed your hair out of your face. “Haru! What was that fo-”

Time froze when his lips met yours, your rounded eyes fluttering close as you melted into the kiss. You put your hand on his chest, feeling his racing hear beat as he pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss. He was cold but you could only focus on how hot and soft his lips were, and how perfectly fitted they were to yours. You couldn’t tell if this was actually happening or if it was a dream. It felt so surreal. You pulled away, catching your breath as he rests his forehead against yours, his cheeks were flushed red. You need to know what this meant.

“Why did you-”

“I love you too, Y/N.” He whispered back, unable to hold back as his lips curves up into a smile. You backed away, face turning as red as the sky as you comprehend the situation.

“You heard me?” You voice cracked, feeling alarmed all of a sudden. He approaches you as you stepped back before hitting the wall of the wall.

“Yes. And all those other times.” Your eyes darted up to meet his. He held his gaze, unwavering. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting after all those times.” He brought you into his arms. You rested your head against his chest. His heart was still pounding, faster than ever and you couldn’t hold back your tears any longer. “I’m sorry for making you feel like it was one-sided. It was overwhelmed in feelings that I couldn’t say anything.” He gently caressed you cheeks, stroking away the tears. “But these are my true feelings that I’ve had all along. These are the words I’ve always wanted to tell you.”

“We’ll be apart in the end.”

“No we won’t” You tilted your head in confusion. “Because wherever you are, is where I’ll be.”

“Don’t tell me...”

“Yes, I’m going to Hidaka University.” Haru smiled as he saw your brighten expression, throwing your arms over his shoulder in happiness. You were overjoyed in feelings, trying to calm yourself down with everything happening at once. “How about we get out of the water?”

“That’s surprising coming from you.” He chuckled as he helped you out of the water. You changed back into your clothing, still feeling chilly. You saw on the bench, waiting for Haru to come back from the change room when you suddenly felt something over your shoulders. Looking over, you notice it was Haru’s club jacket.

“Shall we head home?” He extends his hand out to you before you intertwine your fingers with his.

“Now knowing that you actually heard me but ignored me all this time makes me feel foolish.” You facepalmed, feeling embarrassed as the scenarios replays in your mind.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll compensate for it starting now.” You tipped your head, waiting for his compensation.

“I love you.” You eyes sudden widen from his sudden confession. You darted your head the other way, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“I love you.” He gives your hand a slight squeeze.

“I love yo-”

“Okay okay, I get it, Haru!” You gave him a playful hit on his shoulder. His looks over at you with his soft smile.

“I’ve always love you, Y/N.” He leans down to give you a peck before the two of you walked home, you happily swinging your hand in his.

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moongreenlight · 6 months

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Have you ever seen that corny ass skit where it’s the girl talking to her husband asking him to fix things and he says “I’m not a plumber” “I’m not a carpenter” bla bla bla and then one day he comes home and the girl’s like “oh yeah I had the neighbor come over to fix the things you wouldn’t” and the neighbor says she can either bake him a cake or sleep with him as payment so the husband asks “so what kind of cake did you bake him?” And the girl says “I’m not a baker?”

Very much Neighbor!Price x stay-at-home-mom!reader coded :)

Mdni. Nsfw below cut.

Neighbor!Price who’s found a quiet little cul-de-sac to settle in when he’s got some time off. It’s a little neighborhood, mostly older people who’re thrilled to have a man like him around to help bring out bins and offer to mow their lawns or rake their leaves or shovel their drives when he’s around.

But somehow he’s found the only other younger family in the area living directly next to him. Parents are a few years his junior, and they’ve got two young kids. He assumes the boy, the older one, is early elementary age- sees you herding him into the car in the morning with a pack lunch and a backpack that’s nearly the same size as he is to and from the house in the morning and afternoon. And the girl, the younger, must be in pre-k, because she’s only out for half the day and doesn’t get the same pack lunch her brother gets.

He’s gotten to know you pretty well. When he’s around, the two of you will chat while you’re tending your garden and he’s working in his garage carrying out some odd project or another. He thinks you’re sweet. Likes the way you wear overalls with a little top when you’re planting flowers in the beds out front. How when you bend over or stand at the right angle he can imagine you’re not wearing a top at all.

He hates your husband. He’s crass and rude and never waves hello to any of the neighbors- odd for such a friendly little community. Leaves for work early and comes home late and leaves you to fend for yourself all day. Doesn’t know how to interact with you or your kids. And Price is almost certain he doesn’t fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked because his bedroom window looks over your living room and he’s caught you on the couch with your hand down your pants more times than could have been coincidence.

He’s known to be the neighborhood handyman. Got a little workshop set up in his garage and a general knowledge about nearly everything, so it’s not uncommon that he gets a knock on the door a few times a week. Usually it’s some of the older neighbors popping over to see if he can fix their TVs or help their grandkids connect to the Wi-Fi, but it’s a pleasant surprise when you turn up on his porch mid-morning.

You’re scrunching the ends of your soaking wet hair in a towel. Apologizing as soon as you hear him turn the deadbolt. Feverishly going on about how you must have blown a circuit in the bathroom trying to dry your hair and you’d usually be able to manage but your husband shoved a bookshelf in front of the breaker and you can’t get through to it.

He’s sweet about it. Always is, but especially for you. Follows you over to your place and promises you no less than ten times that it’s really no trouble. He’s happy to help. It’s a quick fix, but he drags it out as long as he can. Insists on following you up and down the stairs from the basement to the top floor twice to make sure everything’s working properly.

He notices that the bathroom door sticks and that the fire alarm in the hallway is chirping from a low battery. You apologize for the toys in the living room and the clean laundry pile on the couch and the state of your house. Say that your husband is racking up a hefty to-do list with a small laugh that’s just a bit too forced.

He’s thrilled to tell you that he’s got some free time later in the week and says he’ll come over if only to help out your husband. Makes some backhanded remark about how your husband is clearly a busy lad. You refuse- of course- sweet thing that you are, but he turns up the next day after you’ve taken your kids to school anyway.

He tails you up the drive so there’s no way you can shut him out. Shushes you when you try to apologize for one reason or another and takes off to fix not only the sticky bathroom door and the fire alarm batteries, but also the dripping kitchen faucet and the garbage disposal that’s been broken for months.

You try to stay clear of whatever room he’s working in, chirping short responses to whatever nonsense question he asked in an attempt to lure you over. It was only when he was about to head out and he saw you leaning on the dryer to keep it shut that he saw his golden opportunity.

You were clearly trying to hide it, but even with a small load of clothes in, it sounded like you’d thrown a pair of boots into a tin garbage pail and shook it hard as you could. You tried to shoo him off, but he wasn’t having any of it.

There’s enough skirting around the subject to give you chance to turn down his advances, but when he realizes you’re not outright telling him to go fuck himself, he’s essentially taking it as a challenge to see if he can’t push you to that point.

Hoists you up on the still clanging machine and pushes between your legs on the weak pretense of needing you there to keep the door shut while he works. The machine shook the straps of your top down off your shoulders and made him acutely aware of the fact that you hadn’t had the time to put on a bra yet. It made his pants near painfully tight on the crotch.

He’d try and make idle chat. Your kids and plans for the day, but it’s entirely too hard for him to focus on anything other than the way your thighs are pressing together as the dry cycle started to bang the machine around more. He makes a light comment about how he’s not sure how you get anything done around the house with the dryer in this state. Your laugh is breathy.

And when he leans over you to reach to the back of the machine, he can feel the way your soft panting breaths fan his neck. Confirms his suspicions.

“Alright?”

You’re chewing the inside of your lip while you nod. Clearly starved for stimulation if all it takes is a dry cycle to get you off. Poor thing.

It’s stuffy in the laundry room. Adds to the appeal. Makes your shorts ride up and stick to your legs. Your thighs are dewy and glide together when you shift under his gaze.

“You sure, doll?”

The two of you are almost nose-to-nose. You’re leaned back, caged in by his big arms that look even bigger in his almost obscenely tight shirt. He’s smiling. Letting his eyes wander to your collarbones. The way your throat bobbed when you swallowed.

Before you could choke out your answer, the dryer stopped. Chimed the alert and slowly stilled. You took a shaky breath and nodded once more, looking like you couldn’t decide whether to be disappointed or relieved. He backed off, stretched out his hand to help you down.

You lead him to the kitchen. Ask if you can get him anything. Tea or food. He declines. You say something about stopping to get cash when you’re out picking up your daughter in a couple hours. He declines again.

“John, really, I appreciate your help. You have to let me get you back.”

You’re filling the kettle with water anyway, leaned just slightly over the sink. He knows it’s impolite to stare, but he’s never had very good manners when it came to things like that.

“Bake me a cake or somethin’, then. Sleep with me. Won’t take your money, though.”

You whirl around and end up sloshing some water down your front. Doesn’t seem to phase you. Your eyebrows are damn near at your hairline.

“I don’t know if that’s appropriate, considering…”

He snorts a soft laugh. It’s kind- not at all suggestive. Like he’s playing off a clever joke.

“What? Baking me a cake?”

You purse your lips and set the kettle on the stove.

“Never been a very good baker.”

He about hurdles the kitchen island like he’s running track.

“That right?”

You make a thoughtful sound before clicking on the burner. He can see you biting back a smile. You finally turn to face him. Leaned back on your hands with your head cocked slightly to the side.

“I just don’t know that it would be appropriate given our- my- situation.”

It’s his turn to hum and nod. Take a few steps forward, slow and slinky like a predator stalking toward its prey.

“Sure.”

You chew your bottom lip. Try to find some resolve in fussing with your wedding ring. It’s horrible. Small. He can’t help but think about how he’d be able to get you a much better one. He takes a few more steps forward.

“It’s complicated, John.”

Your voice is mousy now.

“I know.”

A few more steps forward and he’s back nose-to-nose with you. Pinning you against the counter.

“I just-“

“Then tell me to go home.”

The button of his jeans grazes your groin and sends sparks up your spine. You recoil slightly, but he’s got his massive hands on your wrists to keep you in place.

“My husb-“

“Don’t. S’not what I said. Tell me to go home. Tell me to go home, and I’ll leave. S’easy as that.”

The coarse hair of his beard brushes along your jaw. Visible goosebumps rise all the way up your neck and down your arms.

“John, he-“

A throaty growl from him.

“He’s not getting a lick of you.”

And then somehow he’s got you on your back on the couch. Shoved off the pile of laundry and pushed you down. His eyes are near pitch black and hungry. Ravenous. He tears off your shorts. Doesn’t wait for you to hoist your hips, just yanks so hard that you’re a little worried you’ll get thrown off the couch with them.

He is wretched. Planting wet kisses from the inside of your knee all the way up to your sex frustratingly slow. Big hands splayed over your hips to keep you from bucking up into his mouth. He’s got this maddeningly smug smile on his face like he’s waiting for the perfect moment to say I told you so. Like he knew this was going to happen from the start, you were just too stupid to see.

Your underwear is embarrassingly wet from your little go on the dryer. Your pussy puffy and sensitive underneath. You whine when he kisses over the damp spot. Laves his tongue over your folds without pulling them to the side. He makes some comment about the state of you that borders on snarky, but you choose to ignore it.

When he finally does rid you of your panties, there’s a moment of clarity where you realize what you’re doing. You push up on your elbows and try to roll out from under him, but he gives your clit a mean slap that forces you back onto the couch and ends your protest. Sends you to that liminal, clouded headspace where all you can focus on is how desperately you need to come.

It’s clear he’s savoring the moment. Running the point of his tongue through your folds. Teasing at your hole. Artfully swirling around your clit, but never close enough to give you the friction you’re so desperately craving. Planting hot, wet kisses on your inner thighs. Leaves a few love bites in his wake like he’s boasting; so certain your husband wouldn’t get close enough to notice that he had no problem decorating you as he pleased.

You’re a mess. Being taken apart stitch by stitch. Panting and whining and begging for more. Your orgasm is coiling tight under your belly without him having to do much. Any other time you’d have felt a little pathetic, but you were too preoccupied to care now.

He finally brings his hands up and you think he’s about to stuff you full, but he only lets his fingers drag slowly along your sensitive sex. Collects some of your arousal and pulls it up toward your naval. Watches the goosebumps form under his touch.

He rucks your shirt up with his free hand and immediately wraps his lips around your pebbled nipples. Tongues at them. Lets his teeth graze teasingly over them. And whatever one he’s not got currently in his mouth, he’s working his fingers over. Pinching and flicking until you’re teary eyed and squirming under him.

And then finally, fucking finally, he ducks back down and fixes his mouth on your clit. Sucks gently on the swollen bud for just a moment and then companies his mouth with two fingers bullying their way inside you.

The stretch is almost uncomfortable in its suddenness, but you quickly get used to it. The pleasure is blinding. Forces you to throw your head back against the cushion and screw your eyes tightly shut. A string of high, needy moans float through your gaped lips.

He’s sweet, Jesus, is he. Hums and groans with his mouth still on your bundle of nerves. Pulls away just enough to tell you how pretty your pussy is taking him before going back to work on your sensitive clit. You want to scream. You think you may actually come entirely undone on this couch if he doesn’t stop.

And then your orgasm coils so tightly within you that it explodes outward. Tears through you and leaves every square inch of your skin sizzling. He doesn’t let up. Pins you down by the stomach with his forearm and continues down his warpath. The sounds his fingers make when they sink into you are so pornographic that it makes your face hot.

You eventually find it in you to warble out something that sounded like please, too much. And he pulled off, still with that smug grin pulling his lips now surrounded by glistening slick caught in the hair of his beard.

He gives you one last kiss. Lewd and wet and so searing hot you’re worried it will actually blister the sensitive flesh of your cunt. He’ll sit back on his haunches and fuss with the button and zipper of his jeans before saying something horrible and cheeky like

“C’mon, doll. Thought you were set on payin’ me back.”

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