your thighs press tight together as the chubby girth of him pushes your quivering walls apart.

you don't know if it was the haze of it all or his arm across your chest that caused your strap fall loose down your shoulder, obscenely exposing one of your tits.

your hips thrust back to his, desperately finding the friction against the sweet spot nestled deep in your gummy walls, that his tip seems just shy of reaching at this angle.

noting your annoyance, zayne leans in. "is this not enough?"

"n-no..." you tilt your hips in a vain attempt to find that spot.

zayne brings his other hand down. "put your thigh over my arm."

now that--that strikes a full body shudder through you. your walls trap his mushroom tip against the rough patch you need pounded so bad.

"w-what about now?" oh but he already knows the answer by the way you're clamping around his cock so tight. still, you nod. your hand slides down to find your slick coated clit.

he hikes your thigh up higher. the pin-point precision of the head of his throbbing length ramming into you has you finishing, walls closing around him, making him paint all your pretty pink crevices white.

looking back, this likely marked the beginning of exploring new positions with him.

your thighs press tight together as the chubby girth of him pushes your quivering walls apart.

you don't know if it was the haze of it all or his arm across your chest that caused your strap fall loose down your shoulder, obscenely exposing one of your tits.

your hips thrust back to his, desperately finding the friction against the sweet spot nestled deep in your gummy walls, that his tip seems just shy of reaching at this angle.

noting your annoyance, zayne leans in. "is this not enough?"

"n-no..." you tilt your hips in a vain attempt to find that spot.

zayne brings his other hand down. "put your thigh over my arm."

now that--that strikes a full body shudder through you. your walls trap his mushroom tip against the rough patch you need pounded so bad.

"w-what about now?" oh but he already knows the answer by the way you're clamping around his cock so tight. still, you nod. your hand slides down to find your slick coated clit.

he hikes your thigh up higher. the pin-point precision of the head of his throbbing length ramming into you has you finishing, walls closing around him, making him paint all your pretty pink crevices white.

looking back, this likely marked the beginning of exploring new positions with him.

ᛝ synopsis : you spent years convincing yourself you hated zayne li. you were inseparable once, before he disappeared without a word. years later, he’s back—and fate has the audacity to trap you in a hotel room with him.

ᛝ warnings / tags : nsfw : childhood friends to enemies(?) to lovers : one room trope : forced proximity : miscommunication : angst with a happy ending : a LOT of tension : mutual pining but neither will admit it : unresolved feelings : smut : (smut warnings/tags will be added later)

WORD COUNT : tbd (around 6kish if i were to give a rough estimate)

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another such perfection is when he's got you on him, grinding the fat, leaky head of his cock against your sweetest ache.

your quivering channel stretches helplessly around his meaty length.

"why does it feel so different today?" you pant. "i feel you..." two of your fingers press against the spot below your navel.

"here. it's so deep." he keeps moving below you.

"would you like to take more of me?" he offers. "then, you'll feel me here." his fingers cover yours, gliding two inches higher.

a thrill shoots down your spine. you nod.

his thumb finds your clit. "relax."

the few inches of him slide in, bullying the untouched spaces of your cunt open, until his angled tip presses right beneath your navel. you let out a soft whimper.

"do you want to know what I feel?" he asks slowly. "i can feel your cervix os. it's softer. that means, you're nearing ovulation."

he grinds upwards at an angle. and you feel that hot pressure in your tummy. you can pin-point the exact place he's at.

"hah! z-zayne..." your palm presses over your stomach.

"now you know exactly where your cervix is."

another such perfection is when he's got you on him, grinding the fat, leaky head of his cock against your sweetest ache.

your quivering channel stretches helplessly around his meaty length.

"why does it feel so different today?" you pant. "i feel you..." two of your fingers press against the spot below your navel.

"here. it's so deep." he keeps moving below you.

"would you like to take more of me?" he offers. "then, you'll feel me here." his fingers cover yours, gliding two inches higher.

a thrill shoots down your spine. you nod.

his thumb finds your clit. "relax."

the few inches of him slide in, bullying the untouched spaces of your cunt open, until his angled tip presses right beneath your navel. you let out a soft whimper.

"do you want to know what I feel?" he asks slowly. "i can feel your cervix os. it's softer. that means, you're nearing ovulation."

he grinds upwards at an angle. and you feel that hot pressure in your tummy. you can pin-point the exact place he's at.

"hah! z-zayne..." your palm presses over your stomach.

"now you know exactly where your cervix is."

Velcro - 15.5 hours in Procreate

this was supposed to be for international wolf day but im late 2 everything oops