synopsis: gyro needs help with revision, but is he able to concentrate?
gyro zeppeli x gn!reader
a/n: this is self-indulgent slop top, but it has been rotting in my med-student brain for too long. enjoy!
one moment i am covered in droplets of tantalizingly warm water—hazy figure in the reflection pampering themselves, the next practically confiscated by a garrulous italian man, tearing me out of the daily saponaceous ritual. the damp towel clinging to my skin almost uncovering the spectacle hiding underneath as his grabby large hands harbor around my thighs, leaving me to stand in between his legs.
“seriously, gyro? can’t this wait?” i utter exasperatedly, sighing softly as the cold cream barely started to seep into my face.
“amore, you know i must practice vigorously! topographical anatomy exams are no joke, and don’t tell me that actively contributing to science doesn’t bring a good feeling?!” he chirps along with giving me ‘puppy eyes’. what a rascal.
a part of me almost too eagerly and absentmindedly nodded, (certainly defective and unfamiliar. only if i could confide to the future surgeon in front of me about this impostor apparently residing inside of me, but he would only abuse this knowledge) but the true and rational one decided to put up a fight to unpause my vespertine pampering.
“also, haven’t you already practiced plenty? i’m sure our local library renamed a section after you, since your big nose is stuck in every possible tome regarding your studies. leave some for the other students, you greedy man…” i hum as my finger instinctively wraps around a strand of his sand colored hair. eyes drifting to his chiseled face illuminated by the kerosene lamp nearby.
he faux-offendedly gasps, placing his hand on his chest as the serpentine pigmented eyes pin you. “i just got the morbs, cuore mio.” the sentence is accompanied by that unmistakably distinctive neapolitan accent of his, making it significantly funnier and sassy.
“it’ll be a quick revision and i won’t bother you no further…pretty please?” at some point the sentence reads less like a request and more like a statement, but i rather don’t comment on it and nod in defeat.
and that’s when his calloused fingers swiftly untangle the knot of the towel enveloping my body, making it fall to the floor with a soft thud, along with my sanity. before i can even begin to complain his booming voice already enters.
“now that…is, inarguably, a very fine specimen—“
“sans the commentary.”
“but this is my confidential studying material, i can, and will, marvel as long as i think is needed. y’know, to really grasp all the informations…” he basically purrs as his fingertips ran like feathers along your arms, sending shudders through your body.
“trapezius…”
i try not to show any signs of being affected by his precise touch so embarrassingly quickly by glancing in the opposite direction. although the thumping of my heart is now significantly louder and heat found it’s way to my face unconventionally easily i try to keep my cool and not feed into his ego.
“latissimus dorsi…” and his fingers travel in the south direction, short fingernails softly grazing my skin. “and the gluteus maximus.” he jested mischievously with a pouty lip that soon turned into a small grin, resting his hands there longer than necessary.
the broad palms of his hands are incredibly warm as they wander to rest on my hips, suddenly bringing me even closer to him—making my knees proceed to meet with the edge of of the mattress. “external abdominal oblique…rectus abdominus.” plush lips murmur lowly and breathily directly against me, creating a tickling sensation in the process.
gently pecking his way upward, the air in the room suddenly feels thicker with anticipation, making my eyes flutter.
“pectoralis major.” comes out as a needy-sounding murmur, which makes my lips almost twitch in satisfaction seeing that the craving also finally knocked on his door.
his eyes flutter closed. “dio mio…” a murmur escaped his lips and he stills for a few moments.
“how is the revision going?” i quietly teased, now looking down at him.
no verbal response came, however the action of his arms lifting me up and maneuvering me to lay on the queen sized bed, asserting position between my legs spoke louder than any words. so much for late night studying.
Hey guyss!! I’m Em and this is my personal blog/shitpost place! 15 she/her
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