ZaneChan One-Shot Book

Band-Aids (SFW)

Originally Published: July 21 2018
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ok so like it's way past when I should've been writing more of these cuties and I lowkey have no excuse? so uhh here you go?? Have fun?? For some reason I decided it would be a good idea for everyone to be sad and depressed and yeah.

Characters belong to Aphmau

Story inspired (and requested) by SevenWritesStuff

(Go check out their spicy Zane-Chan fluff I enjoy it a lot ^^^^)

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"Zane." Her voice is quiet as she beckons him closer, too sad to raise in volume, and too needy to lower in volume. She sits on their bed, her legs drawn to her chest and her back pressed against the backboard. Her tail sits neatly beside her, rather than swaying and bouncing up and down. Her hair is drawn into a messy bun, and her dress is wrinkled and tattered.

Zane stands at the door, unable to meet his lover's eyes. Unable to see her so sad, so broken, so cold. His hands are drawn into fists as he recollects himself, willing himself to meet her eyes. For her, he needed to be strong. For her, he needed to be brave. For her, he had to be there.

He strides over to his side of the bed, sitting down. He meets her eyes, and she looks as if she's about to cry again. A horrible wrenching feeling tears through his heart, and he begins to panic. He felt himself remember what happened. To her. To them. Almost to reassure himself, he casts a hand to her cheek.

"Everything's ok now." He soothes, the words bittersweet on his tongue. That was a promise he possibly couldn't keep, as much as he wanted to. But it works.

A lonely tear slides down her face, a horrible-sounding sob coursing through her body. He brushes away a tear with his thumb, pursing his lips. She reaches out to him wordlessly, tears still occasionally running down her cheeks, and holds him in her arms.

Zane supports himself awkwardly, his right hand and knee pressed into the mattress while his left hand slides around her waist. Her arms wrapped around his head and upper torso, her hands fumble with the string of his mask, untying it.

Only seconds pass until they find each others' lips, Kawaii-Chan's hand gently tilting Zane's chin towards hers. Throwing the mask aside, Zane intertwines his hand with hers as he rises to rest on his knees, his hand on her shoulder keeping them connected.

Zane presses messy, wanting kisses to the corner of her lips. Kawaii-Chan trembled, releasing his hand and wrapping her arms around his back and tangling her hands through his hair.

Her face is wet and tastes of salt. Her tears puff up her cheeks, and fall to the bedspread. He continues to place his kisses to her jaw, traveling dangerously down to her neck.

He was craving her. Her kisses, her hair, her eyes, her love. It was the type of feeling you get when you love someone to the point where you can't think of anyone but them. It was to the point where he couldn't breathe—he was totally breathtaken.

He craved her when he lost her. He went near insane out of worry that something bad would happen to her. He hated to call her an obsession, but she was. She was, and is, his everything.

And now he wanted her. Bad.

Kawaii-Chan let out a small gasp as Zane mercilessly continued to place small kisses along her neck. She planted a kiss to his forehead, pressing the hair of his bang back with the palm of her hand.

Zane continued to place kisses down her neck, finally landing above her dress strap at her shoulder. Readjusting his weight, he raised his hand and slid the strap of her dress along with her bra off her shoulder. Nana shivered, her hands still tangling through his dark hair as her boyfriend was at work.

He had been looking for—and found—a band-aid resting just before her shoulder, on her collarbone. This had happened weeks ago, a fairly-sized cut that worried Zane out of his mind. He continued to pay petite attention to it, making sure the cut was clean and a new band-aid had been pressed to it everyday since.

Nana has since argued that he was wasting supplies for something so small, but Zane brushed it off and continued to make sure she was ok.

He pressed his lips lightly to the bandage, being sure to not apply too much pressure. Kawaii-Chan sighed in pleasure.

His task over, he extended his arms at her sides to meet her lips again, kissing her longer. Her hands fall from his hair to his jaw and cheeks, keeping his lips to hers. Zane moved to straddle her as she moved down to lay on their pillows while she still proceeded to kiss him, unforgivingly dominating his lips with her own.

Zane pressed a hand to her side, rubbing the smooth fabric of her dress, wishing that she was out of it already, wanting to press more kisses to her skin. Finally, she let him go, huffing as she tried to catch her breath.

Amused and taken-aback, he looked at her warmly, taking in her messed up hair that had fallen out of her bun, her bare shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mischeivious emotion, and her lips parted slightly. Nana was watching him, too. He was sitting back on his haunches, his chest going up and down rapidly as he recovered from the kiss, catching his breath. He rested with his hips against hers, although he likely wasn't aware of it as much as she was. His eyes were a piercing blue, staring into her hazel ones. For a minute, they just stared into each other, matching their breathing as their chests continued to go up and down.

Eventually, Nana spoke, her voice toying with him, "Za-ane~?" She tilted her head to the side. It was so simple. It was a question. It was just his name. But it drove him nuts. She knew it, too. She knew that it drove him wild.

His breathing quickened, but he held himself back. He pressed a slow kiss to her jaw, leaning in very slowly. "What?" He said softly, his breath tickling her neck.

"I love you. A lot." He took note on how she didn't speak in the third person, which warmed his heart more than you could know.

"I love you too." He leaned forward again, taking his lips to hers. Nana wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs wrapping up and around his back, her ankles locking together. Other things on mind, she released a hand from his neck, moving it to her bedside table as she searched for something. On his hands and knees, Zane departed from her kiss, laughing as she hung from his torso as he helped her find what she was looking for.

He pressed the item into her hand, finding her lips once more.

"Are you sure?" He murmured against her lips.

"Yes, of course. I trust you and I love you, Zane."

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