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pairing — Zayne x Fem reader

summary — You and zayne had planned to go out after his shift. You were tired since he had kept you up last night, but it’s fine. You went to pick him up anyways, but he didn’t show on time and you accidentally fell asleep.

warnings — Smut, mature language, pet names (darling + honey), oral fem!receiving, unprotected sex, fluffy aftercare.

“baby, when we touch (when we touch) feels like you were meant to take all my love”

word count — 3,423

A/N — I genuinely don’t know how to feel about this, but it’s my first post in a while, so I hope you enjoy!

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I checked my appearance in the mirror, smoothing out the tight fitted dress Zayne had picked out for me a while back. The dress was a dark blue color, which he loves, and it accentuated me in all the right places. I smiled in the mirror before getting my stuff and heading out.

I got into the car, yawning. I rolled my eyes at myself. I had been pretty tired all day due to being up all night, but I truly have only Zayne to blame for that one. My face flushes as I recall last nights events. I shake my head and start the car.

The hospital isn’t far from our shared apartment, so after about five minutes I pull into the parking lot. I find a parking space and look around, the lot mostly empty.

I keep my eye on the time, it now being 10:07. It’s not unusual for him to be late, but I’ll text him just incase. I pull out my phone and bring up his contact.

Zayne :)

Hey, I’m outside? Where are you?

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I sigh and put my phone down, turning on the heat in the car to keep me warm as I lay my head back against the headrest. I cross my arms and feel my eyelids get heavy. Reluctantly, my eyes flutter shut and I become enveloped by the comforting darkness.

I realize I’ve drifted off into sleep and I accept it, being asleep for what feels like hours.

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“Y/N?” The voice is muffled and my eyebrows furrow. I still don’t wake up, assuming I’m dreaming.

Knock, knock, knock.

I peel my eyes open slightly after the noise filling my ears sounds quite realistic. I look in the direction of the knocks and see a figure right by my window. Normally, I’d jump, but I know who it is and it instantly brings a smile to my face.

I’m a little delirious from sleep still, but I notice it’s raining now, the drops peacefully hitting the roof of the car.

I rub my eyes and I open the door, not making him wait any longer. My eyes raking over him before looking into his eyes.

Zayne is stripped of his lab coat, just wearing his casual button up and a tie, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair is a little disheveled and wet due to the rain, which I made him stand in.

“Zayne? What time is it?” I question. My voice is raspy almost quiet from the sleep.

He chuckles, “It’s 12:56.” He answers before continuing, “I was surprised to see you still out here, did you fall asleep?” He pops his head into the car to stop the rain from falling on him. His hand is on the headrest to steady him as he looks at me.

I look away as if I’ve been caught, ��Yeah.. I couldn’t help it, I was tired—“ I pause, “Wait.. did you say it was 12:56? I slept for almost three hours?” I mutter the last part more so to myself. My eyes snaps back to his, “What happened? I thought you were getting off at ten?”

He shakes his head, “Don’t worry about it, if you’re tired we should get you home.” He suggests, “Let me drive.”

Only when I can feel his breath fanning against my face do I register how close his is to me. I look between his soft eyes, “It’s.. no it’s okay.. I can get us home.” I insist, only my body failing me by making me yawn.

A slight smile forms on his face as he presses the buttons to unlock the passengers side. I watch him do this before feeling his arms slide under my knees and the middle of my back.

I look at him confused before I’m being lifted up out of the car bridal style. I instantly latch my arms around his neck. I keep my eyes on him while he walks me to the other side of the car. I can feel the rain hitting my exposed skin.

Once he finally gets me into the passengers side, he reaches over me and buckles me in. “I can do that myself, y’know.” I look at him and he presses a kiss to my forehead.

“I know.” He pulls away before shutting the door. I sink into the seat, waiting for him to get in on the other side.

I turn my head towards the drives side, seeing him get into the car with a sigh.

He starts the car and after a moment of silence, he speaks up, “I didn’t mean to take that long.” He glances at me, “You were all ready for our date, and I didn’t even show.”

I watch as he speaks, “It’s okay. I needed the sleep anyway.” I answer, not wanting him to feel bad about doing his job. “What happened though?”

He takes a deep breath, seeming a little tense. “A little boy was rushed in just as I was about to get off.. and he needed to undergo surgery as soon as possible.”

“Oh.. did he make it?” I ask, the question gnawing at me.

“He did.” Zayne pauses, “I had to stay and monitor to make sure all was well after the procedure.” He moves his free hand to my thigh sweetly, “I’m sorry I made you wait out there.”

I put my hand over his and glance up at almost empty streets, barely any other cars. I look back at him, “Zayne.. it’s okay. I get to see you everyday, I’m fine.” I smile and I can see one tugging at the corners of his lips. “I’m glad you saved someone.”

He glances at me before pulling into the driveway. We get out and make it up to our apartment. When we’re finally inside I walk to the kitchen and put my purse I had taken with me on the island.

I stand in front of the counter, checking my phone and letting Zayne do his thing when I suddenly feel a pair of hands on my hips. They trace up to my waist before the arms belonging to the hands wrap around me completely.

I chuckle and put my phone down, surprised by the affection. I move my own hands over his, “Are you hungry?” I turn my head to the side to see him just a smidge.

I can hear his quiet hum by my ear, “A little.” He answers, “You look gorgeous in this dress by the way.” He places a comforting kiss on my shoulder, his arms still around me.

I feel my face flush, “Thank you..” I look forward, and feel him trail his kisses up to the crook of my neck.

“I missed you all day,” he mumbles against my skin. I take one of my hands away, grabbing the edge counter.

I take a deep breath, “Zayne..” I mutter and I feel his lips pull away from my neck.

“Sorry, I’m getting carried away, aren’t I?” He pulls back and his hands rake up my sides.

“No, no.. it’s.. it’s all right.” I say, sounding a little out of breath already.

His hands reluctantly pull away from me, “C’mon, let’s get you to bed.” He speaks, changing the subject.

“Okay.” I comply and his hand moves to mine before he starts walking in the direction of our bedroom. I follow him, my heels clicking against our marble floors.

When we’re far enough into the room, he shuts the door behind us. I watch his movements carefully.

I sit down on the bed, my legs dangling off the side. He walks over to me, looming over my frame. We look at each other in silence for a moment before his gaze moves down. He reaches out for my leg, his hand slowly going from my thigh all the way to my ankle.

While his hand is cupping my ankle, his free hand messes with the straps of my heels, pulling the shoe off my foot. His touch lingers on my leg for a minute before he moves to the other one, “Darling, are you still tired?”

I look away, easily flustered at the use of a pet name. The way his voice is low too, which only makes it sound better. He removes my other shoe, but he’s still waiting for an answer, which I’ve forgotten about.

He moves himself to stand between my legs. He gently puts his palm on the side of my face to get me to look back at him, “Hm?” He hums, bringing me back to his previous question.

My gaze meets his once more. I shake my head at him to signal a no. I can practically see the way his eyes darken as he trails his hand from my face down to my sides again. Zayne leans into my neck, placing kisses on the warm skin.

I tilt my head back to give him better access as I let out a sigh. His lips disconnect, moving to my ear before a familiar voice speaks, “Be a good girl and use your words.”

Just as he says that, it’s like my throat dries up. My lips part, but nothing comes out. I try again, muttering out a sentence, “No.. no I’m not tired anymore.”

I can practically feel the slight smirk on his lips at my obedience. He kisses along my jaw before pulling away just enough to look at me, “You’re free tomorrow, yes?”

I look up at him, moving a hand up to his face before moving it down to his neck. His free hand snaps to my wrist, “Hands off, darling. Answer my question.”

He moves my hand away, “Yes.. I am, why?” I question, keeping my hands on the sheets of the bed.

“Cause..” He pauses, his lips inches from mine, “You might not get much sleep tonight either.” He tells me before planting his lips on mine.

His hands find my wrists, pinning them above my head as my back falls flat on the bed. His body is pressed against mine, our mouths moving in sync.

I can’t suppress the whine that slips into the kiss. I wrap my legs around hips while he keeps my hands above my head with one hand, the other sliding down my body.

His hand roaming my body lands on the curve of my breast, he massages it before breaking the kiss, leaving me helpless and desperate. I can feel the tent in his pants pressing against my inner thigh, just as needy as me.

“Zayne..” I mutter, staring at the ceiling as I catch my breath.

I can hear the clink of metal from his belt, his hand no longer on my breast. I quickly look up, seeing him reach over my head before using his belt to confine my wrists together.

“Does that hurt?” He asks, being sure.

He does this sometimes, where he tries to be rough or a little out of character, but deep down, he’s always gentle. “No.” I answer, looking into his wandering eyes.

He leans down to press a peck to my lips before pulling away again. He reaches under me, to my back and unzips the dress. After the dress is unzipped he reaches to my front and pulls in off of me, leaving me in my undergarments.

I squirm on the bed, feeling the aching sensation in my lower half, “Zayne.. I need you, please.” I beg automatically.

He chuckled lowly, barely audible, “Just hold on for me, okay honey?” He reached around me, unclasping my bra. I was wearing a matching black lacy set, which I know is his favorite.

When he finally managed to rid the fabric from my body, his hands instantly moved to my breasts. I threw my head back into the mattress as he lowered his head to pepper kisses over one, massaging the other.

I let out a breathily moan, wanting to put my hands in his hair, but unable to with my confines. “Zayne.. please.” I plead again, feeling him move to give the other breast the same attention.

I writhe beneath him, my cunt is dripping for him, making a wet patch form on my panties.

He moves his kisses down my stomach until he makes it to the waistband of my underwear. I pant, looking down to watch him sink to his knees in front of me and wrap his arms around my thighs before yanking me down to the absolute edge of the bed.

I yelp slightly, staring back at the ceiling. My skin heats up with every kiss he starts spreading across my inner thighs.

I huff in frustration purely from need. He’s surly taking his time with me.

Eventually his fingers hook under the hem of my panties, tugging them down in excruciatingly slow pace. Once they’re off, he hooks his arms around my thighs again and uses that to spread my legs far apart. The feeling of his breath fanning against my sensitive core makes me shiver.

I can’t move my legs with the grip he has on them. I gasp, my back inevitably arching off the bed when his tongue darts out to lick at my clit.

It started off slow before he completely attached his lips to me, sucking and lapping at the sensitive bud. I moaned, unable to do anything but accept the pleasure he was giving to me.

After a little bit, he moved one of his arms away from my thighs and positioned it in front of my soaked pussy. He slowly pushed two digits into me. “Z—Zayne.. oh my god.”

I cried out as he pulled them out just a bit only to plunge them back inside. I bit down on my bottom lip, whines still slipping through.

Soon enough, I could feel the pressure in my abdomen, ready to snap. It didn’t help when his fingers curled upwards, my walls clenching around him.

I couldn’t see it, but he looked up at me, quickening the pace of his tongue and fingers, knowing I was right on edge.

I couldn’t get a single sentence out either, choking on my sounds. I let out a final moan before my back arched up further, my hips stuttering as I came around his fingers.

He continued his motions through my orgasm before pulling himself away from me and pulling his fingers out.

I panted heavily, getting over my high before I leaned upwards, looking at him while he’s still between my legs. I shot him a confused look before he brought his fingers to his lips, removing the mess I had made from them.

I swallowed thickly, “Seriously?” I muttered, embarrassed.

“What? Can’t enjoy how my girlfriend tastes?” He teases, kissing my inner thigh before letting go of my shaking legs and standing up.

I look away at how easily he said that, “Do you just say anything?” I huff playfully, obviously not actually annoyed with him.

Zayne leans over me again, face to face with me like before. He presses a quick peck to my lips and I can almost taste myself on him. “Only the truth,” he chuckles softly.

I roll my eyes with a smile on my face. I watch him as he pulls back, “Are you okay to continue?” He asks reassuringly.

I nod, but remember what he did the last time I didn’t use my words, “Yes.. I’m okay.” I answer.

As soon as I utter those words he’s unzipping his pants and pushing them off, along with his boxers. After that he starts unbuttoning his shirt, leaving it wide open, pretty much falling down his arms.

My eyes are glued to his every move, watching the way his dick springs up after being released from its confines. My heart races faster and his gaze meets mine, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I promise, I’m okay to keep going.” I reply. Whatever was holding him back before is long gone. He moves me to the center of the bed and he lines himself up with me.

I whine at his teasing movements, sliding his tip between my folds before pushing forward. He lets out a breathy groan, my walls engulfing him.

I look into his eyes as he swings my legs over his shoulders, putting me in a mating press. I gasp, feeling him bottom out, hitting me in with all the right angles. “Zayne..”

He lowers himself, kissing along my jaw as he mutters against my skin, “I know. You’re alright darling.” He huffs, starting to move his hips slowly, “Do you have any idea of the things you do to me?” His voice is husky and he groans softly again, hitting my cervix.

I stutter, moaning and whining as he picks up his pace, his length reaching every spot. “Fuck,” he moans, unable to keep his motions contained, going faster.

My head, thrown back, digs into the pillows while Zayne’s hands roam over my body, not letting any part of me go untouched.

We look into each other’s eyes, moaning and panting, our faces contorted in pleasure. He looks down for a moment, moving his thumb to rub my clit. When he looks back up at me I gasp, my cunt squeezing him again as my legs start to shake.

“You close, hm?” He grunts, not too far from the edge as well with the way his hips stutter.

My mouth is slacked open, eliciting sounds with every thrust. “Yes.. yes, I’m gonna.. gonna come, Zayne.” I mutter, his finger rubbing faster.

He smirks slightly, watching me come undone around his cock. My whole body quivers, my walls pulsing around him. Just as I come down I gasp, feeling a warmth spread through me followed with a groan above me.

Zayne’s body tenses and we’re both panting, collecting ourselves. His movements are no more. My hands are holding each other, still trapped. “Did you just..” I start, trailing off.

He looks back at me, his hands on either side of my face to keep himself up. “Fuck, I’m sorry darling, I couldn’t stop myself.” He explains, moving a hand to the side of my face, using his thumb to caress my cheek. “I’ll pick you up something from the pharmacy in the morning.”

“It’s okay, really.” I smile at him, my eyes still in a haze from my previous orgasm.

He leans down and plants a long, affectionate kiss to my lips, his hand still on my face.

I kiss him back passionately, allowing his tongue to slip into my mouth.

After what feels like forever he pulls away. I take deep breath, our faces still inches from each other. He sits up, grabbing my hands and taking the belt off, throwing to to the side as he grips my wrists.

Zayne looks at me before placing little kisses on my inner wrists. My heart flutters at the sight. He places a few more kisses then rubs my wrists gently, “I’m gonna take care of you alright?”

I look into his soft gaze, a smile still on my face. “I love you, you know that?” If he couldn’t see the smile on my face, he could definitely hear it in my voice.

“I know, honey. I love you too.” He say before letting go of my wrists and pulling out. He gets off the bed and walks to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth.

I sit up on the bed as he comes back and wipes between my thighs gently. He makes sure he cleans up everything before putting the cloth away.

He slips on his own boxers before getting me a fresh pair of panties, coming back over to me to slide them on me.

Once things are cleaned up and put away. We’re getting ready for bed, getting comfortable. “Do you have to work tomorrow?” I ask him as he puts one of his shirts on me.

“As far as I know, I’ve gotten tomorrow off, which if fairly surprising.” He responds, wrapping his arms around me as we lay down. His front is pressed up against my back, his nose brushing against my neck.

I stare at the wall, my hands placed on his. “Could we make up for our date tomorrow then?”

“Of course we can.” He pecks the crook of my neck with love, “Now go to sleep, we can’t go on a date if you’re sleeping the whole time.”

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luvfuyuka · 17 days ago

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first fic posted !!!

CIGS OUT THE WINDOW.

PART ONE . Reigen Arataka x Fem Reader

warnings — angst, semitoxic!reigen, semitoxic!reader, mature language, arguing, aggressive behavior.

summary — Your boyfriend of some time, Reigen Arataka, had a previous habit of smoking. He promised you that he would stop this habit, for the sake of your relationship. You believe him and leave it alone until you walk in on him taking a drag of a cigarette. The two of you break into an argument to determine whether Reigen had been in the wrong or not.

word count — 632 words

a/n — hello, this is my first fic! it's kinda short, because if this gets recognized, i'm going to turn it into a series (reason for the cliffhanger, sorry)! this is LAZILY PROOFREAD so if there are any mistakes, i apologize! i hope you enjoy it. pls check out my masterlist!

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You and Reigen have gotten into it about his smoking habits many times before. He finally gave up on fighting and told you he was quitting. You were telling him to stop for his own good! He promised you that he was clean from cigarettes, and you trusted him on that. That was, until you came home from work, let off sooner than usual.

You walk in the door, hanging your bag on the coat rack in the entrance. Looking around for Reigen, as you are home a bit early tonight, you walk into the living room and search around for him. "Rei?" You call, peeking around corners, expecting to see his messy, blonde hair and tired eyes looking back at you. Nothing. You decide to look in your bedroom, walking down the hall towards the room's door. A foul smell reaches your nose. A recognizable smell. Cigarette smoke... you could recognize that smell anywhere.

You rush into the bedroom, storming in without any warning. There your boyfriend was, smoking a cigarette while watching the television, looking calm as ever... That is until he sees your angered expression as you run into the room as if somebody's being murdered at the moment.

Reigen's mouth is wrapped around the cigarette, a look of shock on his face, rushed distraction attempts leave his mouth like a swarm. "Why are you home so soon? Oh, Baby, you look tired. Do you want me to get you something to drink? Let me get you a glass of-" You cut him off.

"Reigen, don't act like I'm blind." You scoff in annoyance, your eyes focused on the cigarette dangling from his lips. You can't believe he'd go behind your back and do something like this. It feels so unlike him. Is he hiding other things from you as well? What else was a lie?

He tilts his head, "You're mad." He states, his voice laced with disbelief. You walk up to him, your lips a thin line. He stands up and you stand face to face with him— well, somewhat face to face, though he is taller than you by a bit.

"Reigen, I have a right. You lied to me when I was attempting to help you!" You shout and poke his chest with your index finger. He towers over you and pokes your chest back, though he does it surprisingly soft.

Even with the two of you fighting, he could never do anything to hurt you. "Do you have a right, Y/N? Do you want to help me? It looks to me like you just want the flattery of controlling me!"

You stare at him like he's just stabbed you in the chest. Controlling? Does he think you're controlling? Your demeanor shifts from one of rage to one of offense.

"I'm tired of the manipulation. If I want to smoke a cigarette, I'll smoke a cigarette! Not everything is going to go how you want it to, so stop being such a selfish bitch!" Reigen barks, completely out of character for him. He's usually first to be at your feet at any given moment. Are you being selfish? You just wanted the best for the health of the one you loved most. This is all too much.

"Are you serious?" You sputter out, still in shock. He soon recognizes that he had said that out loud, and not in his head. You stand for what seems like hours, trying to figure out what just happened. He seriously, no hesitation, just called you a selfish bitch. Is this the end of everything? You should leave after that, you really should, though there's a feeling holding you back. You just can't leave. You love him, and he needs you. Does he, though?

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luvfuyuka · 17 days ago

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CIGS OUT THE WINDOW.

PART ONE . Reigen Arataka x Fem Reader

warnings — angst, semitoxic!reigen, semitoxic!reader, mature language, arguing, aggressive behavior.

word count — 632 words

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Even with the two of you fighting, he could never do anything to hurt you. "Do you have a right, Y/N? Do you want to help me? It looks to me like you just want the flattery of controlling me!"

You stare at him like he's just stabbed you in the chest. Controlling? Does he think you're controlling? Your demeanor shifts from one of rage to one of offense.

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