It's Garbage. But, It's My Garbage.

DANCING TOGETHER ♡

Shima x Mitsumi || Tamon x Utage

"Mhm." He hums, still not looking up from his screen. You can't help but smile, leaning against the frame and getting comfortable.

"I said some things I shouldn't have...I hope you'll find it in your heart to forgive me?" His typing pauses as he mulls over your words, and then finally looks up.

To his credit, his eyes find your face first, hard gaze immediately softening. But then they flicker down, and he does a visible double take.

Jackpot.

His laptop shuts decisively, and he's quick to stand, leaving his desk faster than you've ever seen.

"S-so do you forgive me?" He's already moving to kiss you, freezing his actions and then tilting his head in confusion.

"Of course. I'm not upset at all." His hand trails down, making you shiver at his touch. Still, you push forward.

"You were pretty mad before...are you sure?" Your tone gives him a hint, and understanding dawns on him, a smirk finding its way on his face as his hand grabs the soft flesh of your ass.

"Now that you remind me, I'm not quite sure I should forgive you just yet. How exactly do you plan to make it up to me?"

"I-I suppose I could beg..." He has you pinned against the doorframe, and you quickly realize how easily you lost the upperhand. Ah, well. Not like you ever had it in the first place.

Zayne x fem!reader Tags & CWs: DDlg, Soft Daddy Dom Zayne, sub MC, daddy kink, pussy inspection, 'little girl', creampie, using cum as lube

Zayne has become obsessed with inspecting your pussy.

Daddies have to inspect their little girls is his excuse.

"Daddy…" You whimper quietly.

He glances up at you from his position between your legs, seeing how you look away and bite the side of your finger in embarrassment. But Zayne knows you better; he knows the humiliation only makes his little girl's cunt wetter.

"A little wider, please." He asks firmly. "I need to be able to see you properly."

You whine in embarrassment but dutifully comply, spreading your legs further and feeling the lips of your cunt parting to expose yourself even more.

"Mm," he hums in appreciation. "Very good."

Hands grab your hips to tug you a little closer to the edge of the bed.

"You were a good girl and didn't touch yourself today, yes?" He asks you sternly.

"Mhm!" You look up at him and nod earnestly.

"Good," he says, hands running up and down the backs of your thighs. "Because Daddy will be able to tell if you're lying."

"I wouldn't lie..." You mutter with a pout.

"Oh really?" Zayne raises a knowing eyebrow at you and you shrink into yourself.

Fingers spread your pussy lips, pushing and pulling at them gently to force them apart.

"That's interesting," he continues, speaking casually while his thumbs pry your cunt open for him and he dutifully inspects your clenching little hole. "Because I was under the impression that these nightly inspections were precisely because you failed to follow the rules."

You huff in annoyance yet your walls clench in excitement.

"And," Zayne keeps lecturing you, peering at your pussy over the rims of his glasses. "Not only that, you then lied to me about breaking said rules." He digs his thumbs into your hole, pressing you open. "So now what does Daddy have to do?"

You turn your head to look away and refuse to answer him. Zayne can't help but smirk at your stubbornness.

"Daddy has to check his little girl every night to make sure she's been well-behaved." He mercifully answers for you.

Zayne watches in satisfaction as your cunt keeps squeezing around air, desperate to have something inside it, and knows your little telling off is getting you rather riled up. Perfect.

Zayne himself is already leaking precum into his boxers; it's the same every time. He finds there’s something addictive about it, about watching you grow wet for him right in front of his eyes. And he'd be lying if he said part of him didn't get off on the way you squirm and shy away from letting your Daddy stare so intently at your pretty little pussy.

His thumbs slip out from your cunt, the beginnings of your arousal now smeared across the ends of them. They move to rubbing up and down your puffy lips, pressing in ever so slightly on either side of your clit before coming back down to pull you open once more.

He repeats this several times - pussy gets spread wide, thumbs move up to squeeze your stiff little clit between them, and then back down to watch your cunt get wetter and wetter for him. It's a torturous ritual you have grown accustomed to and now endure on a regular basis. You can pretend to hate it all you like, but Zayne knows otherwise.

When he spies the first dribble of cum start to ooze from your hole he knows he can’t hold back any longer. He swiftly unbuckles his belt, tugs down the zipper, and pulls his cock out. It throbs in his hand, twitching every time he sees your cunt clench around nothing, producing more and more cum that slowly seeps out of you.

He pumps himself slowly but firmly, now using the thumb and forefinger of his left hand to keep you spread. It's not the easiest thing to do, especially since you're now a little slippery with your cum. Perhaps next time he'll have you hold yourself open for him so he can sit back and watch whilst leisurely stroking his cock.

He’s close, it never takes long to get himself there while inspecting you. Zayne stands up and pulls you so your ass is just hanging off the edge of the bed before pressing the tip of his cock inside you - just the tip, no more, no less.

"Stay still for Daddy." He says, voice strained while his thumb and forefinger stroke up and down his shaft.

You let out a quiet little sob as you desperately fight every urge to push yourself down further onto his cock.

Zayne comes with a quiet groan, feeling your hole clench down around him, and spills himself inside of you. He doesn’t push his cum in deep like he normally does, no, today he wants something different.

He slowly pulls himself out of you and watches in satisfaction as his cum pools at your entrance. He strokes a thumb ever so lightly over your clit. Just once. But that’s enough to get your little hole to twitch and push a dribble of cum out. Zayne watches it ooze and drip down to your ass.

He taps your clit, forcing your legs to twitch and your cunt to clench again, and he watches as more of his cum gets pushed out of you.

"You’ve been a very good girl today, haven’t you." He says, thumb running through his cum and spreading it all over your pussy. "Very patient while Daddy does his inspection."

"Mhm." You whine and nod up at him with glassy eyes. Oh you’re so gone already.

"Would my little girl like Daddy to make her come?" He coos.

"Yes please, Daddy." You ask ever so sweetly.

"That’s my girl." He praises gently. "Very polite."

He starts to rub your clit with his thumb, using his cum to help his movements glide effortlessly over you. Gentle circles massage your little nub, round and round, and more of his cum oozes out of you.

You're so worked up from Zayne's thorough inspection of you that it doesn't take long.

"Please may I come, Daddy?" You ask, hands fisting the sheets below you.

"You may." He says softly. "Well done for asking."

Your head tips back into the bed, legs pulling closer to your chest, and Zayne thinks you’re the most beautiful being he’s ever seen.

Your orgasm rolls over you gently. Tingles spread across your whole body, feeling pleasure all the way down to your toes.

"There we go." Zayne murmurs lovingly. "Such a good girl."

His words seem to extend your orgasm, body continuing to twitch in bliss while Zayne's thumb slowly comes to a halt. He glances down between your legs, watching in pride as more of his cum dribbles out of your pussy and down to the bed below you.

"Let's get you cleaned up and then we can watch your favourite show, how does that sound."

Summary: Zayne texts you after you gone forever.

Tw!: mentions of suic!de

Note: please, seek help if you feel like you can't take it anymore, your feelings matter, you're not a burden:)

tags: zayne x reader, fluff

Zayne was never the type of person to show his affection openly towards you in public. Sometimes, his hands would secretly find their way to hold yours during a gathering, his thumb brushing against your knuckles, before pulling away when another person approaches to converse with the two of you. Other times, when he is presenting his research to an audience, he immediately seeks your presence, and when his gaze meets your eyes, it is as if the two of you had a telepathic communication, telling each other "Hi," using your eyes and minds. 

You, on the other hand, were never bothered by Zayne's subtle ways of showing affection in public, because you have seen how his gestures become a little louder when you are both on a date, or simply spending time with each other. 

For instance, like peeling your food. 

It started so naturally that you couldn't even remember when it became a habit.

The first time had been at a seafood restaurant, where a handful of shrimp sat between the two of you, the steam still rising from the freshly cooked seafood. 

You stood up from your seat. "Ah, I forgot. I'll wash my hands first." 

But when you came back, as your eyes landed on the table, some of the shrimp had already been peeled, with their shell discarded and tails removed. 

As you sat at the table, every deshelled shrimp found its way on your plate instead of his. 

"Um, Zayne, aren't you going to eat?" You asked.

"I will."

"But you've put five of them on my plate already."

"... they'll get cold." 

You opened your mouth to argue, but he simply nudged your plate a little closer.

"Eat," he said, not leaving any room for arguments.

So you did. And only after you were halfway through your meal did he finally start peeling one for himself.

Then came oranges.

"There are oranges in the kitchen. Our neighbor gave us some as gratitude for assisting them the other day," he said, standing in the doorway. 

"Really? Ooh, that sounds delicious. I'll be there in a few minutes. I'll just finish this." You continued tapping, faster than usual. A few minutes later, you had already forgotten about it because you were preoccupied with work. 

However, you heard a knock on your door, and Zayne came inside with a plate with peeled oranges sitting on top of it. And not to mention, there were tiny slices in the middle, as if the seed was already removed.

"Zayne..." You turned your chair to look at him as he placed the plate on your table. "Thank you. I'm sorry, I was too focused." 

"Oranges are rich in Vitamin C," He took the water jug from the table and poured water into your empty glass. "Vitamin C will help regulate your body's response to stress." He then handed you the glass of water. "Consider it preventive care." 

And the list grew longer after that. 

Hard-boiled eggs, mangoes, and even pomegranates, which you insisted he didn't have to prepare because they took forever. 

"Zayne. I swear, you don't have to. These take forever, you know," you sighed, watching him tediously slice the pomegranate, standing on the side of the kitchen counter.

"You worry too much," he replied without looking up. "Compared to surgery, this hardly requires any effort." 

You let out a small laugh. "Why did you even buy this...?" You rubbed your forehead before smiling. "Still, thank you. I've been craving this like forever."

He glanced at you briefly before returning his attention to the fruit.

"I figured. You watched three different videos of people eating pomegranates the other day," he answered matter-of-factly. "I assumed it wasn't a coincidence."

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and your heart beat fast. You walked towards him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind. 

"If you keep doing this, I might get used to it and ask you to peel the fruits every time I want to eat one," you teased, nuzzling your face against his back. 

He placed the pomegranate on the plate and turned around to face you. "If so, then I'll do it. As long as it pleases you." 

There was no hint of annoyance in his voice, nor a sigh to let you know that he was inconvenienced. 

If a fish had too many bones, your fillet somehow ended up being deboned before it reached your plate. 

If your drink came with an unopened straw, he would unwrap it while listening to your stories. 

And even if you decided to stop peeling fruits for the rest of your life, he would be the one peeling them for you. 

To the eyes of others, Zayne seemed cold. But never in yours. Because with Zayne, you found love in deshelled shrimp, you found love in peeled oranges, and you found love in the hands that worked tirelessly every day, but never grew tired of taking care of you, even in the smallest ways.

a/n: sorry if y'all are allergic to any of the foods mentioned above! also, i need a zayne in my life tbh. anyways, there will be another zayne oneshot after this, but it'll take a while for me to write it. 

this fic just popped into my head yesterday afternoon, and i couldn't stop thinking about it. sorry by the way, i haven't had the time to draft a masterlist post, but i'll do it as soon as i can.

1. Zeke you're much more of a cute lil sweetheart than I originally thought, I'm giving you a billion platonic smooches

2. AND AUTONOMY BE DAMNED, LOOK AT HOW HANDSOME KHOL IS!!!! [REDACTED] IS ALREADY KILLING ME ANYWAYS, LET ME BE WITH MY MONSTER HUSBAND 😭😭😭

A rainy night☾

Ni hao uncanny fine shyt