peanut butter sandwich sliced in half, august extends a rectangle to her. “ you want half, dio? ” he murmurs. (morning light woves the room. ivory and docile. easy on sleep fogged eyes.)
ArakawaxReader /// 1.850 words /// AO3 /// all genitals nondescript
During hours where the office should really be open and functional, you're using it for Making out, Armpits & Frotting.
On the quieter hour of the day, there is a student that walks the halls to the nurse’s office. The student isn’t in direct need of any nurse, as much as they are in need of this precise nurse.
Well, ‘need’... maybe the feelings of desire and lust better describe the situation.
Finally in front of the nurses office, 1:24 pm. You knock on the door, knowing that classes are busy and students don’t often come by here around this time.
You hear a soft ‘Come in.’, and creak the door open with a smile on your face. It takes a few second for her to look up, as she’s currently focusing hard on something on her screen. The way she frowns slightly while concentrating is really cute.
Noticing the unbroken silence, she looks up to you. As she does, a wide smile cracks her usual facade, and she forgets all about her actual work. She quickly stands up from her chair, moving up to the door where you’re still standing. When your nurse is finally within reach, you sling your arms around her neck and whisper a sweet “Hi.”.
She cradles your faces and presses a quick peck on your cheek. Her eyes open slightly and find yours, with that toxic yellow that never fails to catch your breath. “Welcome.” she answers back. The embrace is comforting as always. Her soothing smell of lemon returns you directly to the place you want to keep coming back to.
“Has the rising knight began traveling south again?” Her half-opened eyes look at you wantingly.
“The rising knight has indeed!” you laugh. “I figured it’d be about time I came to visit again, and I know you wouldn’t be busy right now.” It doesn’t matter that you also said this yesterday, and the day before that. All the excuses to see each other got repeated every single day anyway.
The nurse smiles, and lets out a noise of approvement. She takes a tighter hold of your face, and presses her lips to yours. This first kiss, like always, is needy, rough, and desperate. What starts as a nice embrace very quickly turns into a hungry battle of limbs. You move your arms down to her waist, her hand slides down the side of your neck. You pull her closer by the small of her back, her hand moves further south to lock the door. The door that you are now being forced against. Her body is pressing against you in all the correct ways, and you are pressing back.
The hands keep groping, her fingers having already sneaked between your belt and your skin, and yours weren’t far off from having completely unbuttoned her shirt. Your faces have yet to part, but the feverish way they keep clinging together didn’t leave much room to do so. With every button you undo your face wants to dive deeper into hers, and she in turn lets out impossible moans with every extra inch of your skin she touches. It feels like she was clinging onto your hip and arm for her dear life, and you wouldn’t wish this moment to feel like anything else.
The shoving together of bodies and limbs went on for a few minutes, which is probably too long considering the door really isn’t that thick. Not that either of you care for that, or that either of you could even bother to think about that while you are essentially being turned into a singularity. Only once the utter desperation had somehow worn off, did you manage to separate by the smallest of space.
While you are catching a few breathes, your hands continue caressing the now exposed body of the nurse. Her clothes have managed to stay on her shoulders, but had fallen fully open for you to ogle her soft chest and stomach. While admiring the beautiful woman in front of you, she continued placing pecks down your neck.
Landing her face in the crook of your neck, she suckled away to start a darkening spot. Your hands have found their way into her hair, and softly pushed her face further into your skin. Her palms are resting under the tussled and untucked edge of your shirt, slowly caressing your sides. It’s magical to experience this same obsessive desire every single day, again and again. You wouldn’t change it for the world.
Seemingly satisfied with another spot having joined the array of your pre-existing ones, she let go of your neck with a pop. Her face, delightfully flushed, is once again next to yours. The entire world falls away as your lips lock for the second time.
While the first kiss is always filled with yearning and eagerness, this one in particular overflows the room with love. If the two of you hadn’t been slowly moving away from the door, it might have busted through its hinges. You are, like always, happy it didn’t, since this kiss is a pathway to the next destination: the bed in the corner.
Thanks to continues practice, day in day out, it is so that you two can skillfully maneuver around the entire office without even as much as needing to open your eyes. It’s unlikely that a student truly needs the nurse’s help, but every second spend apart still counts as being wasted. Not being interlocked for even one millisecond is not a reasonable option to either of you.
Quickly enough, the bed is reached, and you fall on it together. You always end up getting turned around somewhere along the way, leading to you being the one pressed up against a surface again. Not that you mind in the slightest. The way her unbuttoned shirt and white labcoat now drape over you, almost enveloping you fully, stuns you every time. She looks back at you, smiling. You’re hers.
You are surrounded by the scent of sweet lemons and a tang of that medical cleanliness. You are together, in the place that should only be used to treat the sick. Your loving lady is above you. You might as well be in heaven.
You remain in eternal bliss for a few seconds, before realizing that the nurse before you had already started the next part of the routine. She’d already perfectly positioned your leg between hers, and started making a steady rocking motion with her hips, grinding hard against you. Her face is slowly closing in to yours, but there is still enough space to see that she’s making the same exact focusing face as she was when you first walked into the room. Her eyes have her characteristic squint, but now with a slight furrowed brow, which shows that Arakawa Shuuji is not fully in reality right now. Cute.
You sling an arm around her neck and pull her in closer. With the other hand, you move to feel up her bare, delicious chest. The sudden movement makes her gasp, and you breathe in the air as she lets it out. Her elbows forcefully hit the bed on both sides of your head. Her dazed eyes open to look at you for a quick moment, her glasses the only thing obstructing your faces to come any closer together.
One second later, her lips are connected with yours again. Muffled moans enter each-others mouths as the now-mutual grinding starts to hit all the right spots.
As you continue, the entire room slowly steams up with the heat radiating off of both your skins. You’ve lost count for how long it has been going on. Hours or even days could have passed at this point. The only thing you know or even care for is that she is here, her entire body pressed against you, gasping into you. And you’re doing the same. A particular tilt of one of your hips, your bodies so joint together it’s impossible to say who’s, breaks the space between your lips.
Overcome with a small peak of pleasure, the strength in one of her arms falters. Her face ends up in the crook of your neck, which she vigorously locks herself onto, nibbling and biting away. Her hips start grinding at a higher intensity, and combined with the sudden rush of air you got, makes you see stars for a second.
Your hand, the one that is not currently busy groping her chest, manages to grasps the nurses now non-supporting hand. Your sweaty palms instantly lock and squeeze together. Its a delightfully aggressive addition to the already overstimulating experience. You feel yourself shift closer and closer to the edge as the combined enthusiasm between your legs once again speeds up.
Smells and sounds overwhelm you. The creaking of the bed, her lemon smell, the rubbing together of clothes, a faint sweet scent from her hair, combined with the combination of both of your sweat... It’s all too much. It’s making you lose your mind. It’s not enough. It’s never enough.
You take the opportunity to pull your interlocked hands further up. The pit between her arm and shoulder lines up perfectly with the center of your face, and you dive in. You’re finally able to take it all in. The roughness of the hair, the musky but oh-so-familiar smell, the slightly salty taste. It’s intoxicating.
You’re used to it. You’ve been in this exact spot many times. But every single time, you want more. You want more of the frantic lapping the nurse is doing to your neck. You want more of the vibrations and movements and grinding the both of you are sharing between your hips. You want more exploring of her body, of her curves and her crevices. You want more of her. Of the two of you together. Forever.
The combination of everything pushes you over the edge. Your hips grind deeper and harder into her leg as you let out a deliciously muffled moan. You’re too lost in the pleasure to hear her come too, but it registers somewhere deep in your chest.
The frantic frotting continues while both of your highs lasts. All rhythm that used to be here got lost, and both of you are merely focused on taking everything in. You lose yourself in everything the other is and has. Your interlocked hands have never held on tighter.
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... ...
Your breathing has steadied. She had softly placed her head and palm on your chest a while ago, taking care to keep the coupled pair sturdily connected. Your other, less-sweaty hand was now slowly tracing shapes on her back, underneath her shirt and labcoat.
For how much of the past while felt like heaven, this was it’s true place.
It should have lasted forever, but you knew you were lucky to get every single second you got, before another student would knock on the door. In a while, she’d need to mutter a quick ‘Oh dear.’ and jump out of the bed. It’s funny to watch her try to fix herself up while answering ‘They will soon join the door for you!’. Your beloved nurse would quickly finish buttoning up her labcoat, before shooting you a short sorry look, and opening the door.
You can’t help yourself but wait for that last possible second to rush under the cover. You unconcernedly hide yourself away in the place meant for the sick, where once again the smell of lemon and sweetness will linger for bit longer.
