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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 & 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 (9/13):

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HIESHOU PRAYED FOR VICTORY: “don’t  make  me  ask  you  twice.” for keigo uwu // hieshou

✧ UNPROMPTED ( but spicy ) ; !

                                 "wouldn’t dream of it, princess.“ he pauses, considering for a moment ; he does like it when fuyumi begs. but the look on her face tells him that maybe right now isn’t the moment — and he agrees. the tension had been building up all night and, really, they should have at least waited until they got home, but one shared look and they were pulling each other into the nearest room.

                                 keigo made sure to lock the door, sending feathers through the room to make sure it was empty before he began to undo his pants. he pushes them down far enough to expose his already hard cock and he hikes up fuyumi’s dress. she grabs the hem to keep it up as he lifts her up ; legs wrap around his waist as he pushes aside her panties, and then he lowers her onto him.

                                 he slowly pushes past her folds, only pushing the head of his cock into her with a groan. she’s already dripping and he gives her a smug grin — what had she been thinking about during the entire event? playfully, she pushes his face away, parting her lips to quip at him, instead gasping as he pushes himself further into her.

                                 "yumi…” eyes roll shut as she’s lowered down to the base ; her warmth surrounds him and he is home. he shuffles to the nearest wall, pressing her up against it as he begins to move inside of her, hands gripping her thighs. amazing ; she felt amazing, as always. keigo generally liked to slowly build things up, but right now, all he wants is to make her feel good, to give her what she’s been wanting all night.

                                 and so he begins to snap his hips, looking up to her as he moans, breathing uneven. if he could, he’d rip her dress down the front and mark her everywhere he could reach. later, he tells himself. when they finally made it home, he would rip the dress off of her. 

              her apatite has never been small, but he makes her feel insatiable.  a red-hot desire that she can’t control, her stomach fluttering wildly.  it’s somewhere between the thrill of unfiltered adoration and the rush of carnal desperation.  she’s already slick with desire as he pulls her into the room, so aroused that her pupils threaten to swallow the turquoise of her eyes and her nipples can be seen through the fabric of her gown and she’s so warm she feels like she’s going to overheat. ❝ kei, please- ❞

              up she goes.  her fingers curl into the hem of her dress, holding it in place as her legs wrap around his waist only to be given a glimpse of what’s to come.  he’s a tease. a god damn tease.  she nearly tells him as much, gently pushing at his face until he lets her weight drop the rest of the way and all thoughts of chastisement leave in a gasp of air.  god, he feels so fucking good.  he fits inside her like he’s meant to be there, like they were made for each other.

              but how it feels is nothing compared to the way her name sounds on his lips.

              in the still of the moment, her nose nuzzles against his.  chilled fingertips trace the line of his jaw, the sweet half smile still on his lips, and then her back hits the wall.  her hands curl against his cheek, each movement answered with a sound of pleasure as her hips struggle to move against his.  she wants him to feel good.  to feel as incredible and loved as he makes her feel.  as wanted and needed as he is.  ❝ i love you. ❞

              her eyes stay open, fingers unfurling so she can cradle his face, keeping his gaze on her.  every time her eyes roll closed, they flutter open and find his again, holding his gaze with a fierce determination.  ❝ i’m so--  in love with you it’s-- stupid. ❞  the words are whispered in-between moans she can’t seem to keep quiet, hands dropping to his chest so that she can undo the buttons on his shirt, clumsily pushing it out of the way. 

 For once, he pauses, taking her words in.   ❝    Good ! I don’t like it when you’re afraid. ❞  

         “  not a very funny one ,  fuyumi !  ”  can be heard from across the room now .

   he’s sideyeing.   “ I dont even want to know “ 

         “  …  ”

         YEAH ,  HE is walking away now .

         “  … .  hmm .  ”

@kusatta​ whispered: “suck  my  strap and  call  me  mommy.” / . ..... .. . . . .. . rina <3

               a breath of air escapes her, not quiet a sigh or moan but a sound of awe that transforms into a breathless chuckle as she gazes up at rina.  the other woman strikes quiet an imposing figure, pink locks tied up in a messy bun and lace clinging to every curve, an enormous and stiff cock fixed upon perfectly supple lips.  like a vision from heaven, demanding to be called mommy in a tone that makes fuyumi’s toes curl and her heart patter excitedly.  yes.  of course.  she’ll do anything that rina asks of her. 

@kusatta​ whispered: “you’re  coming  undone  and  i’ve  barely  touched  you.” / tomie

               ❝ tomura... ❞  her voice is barely a whisper - a quiet whine that fills the space between them, already heavy with longing.  he’s right.  he’s barely touched her and she’s already in shambles, her thighs slick and cheeks flushed as she stares up at him expectantly.  the rhythm of her breathing is erratic, chest rising and falling with huge breaths of air, her back arcing uselessly as she squirms in search of friction.  

              touch me, she nearly begs, but what she wants is something more.  a closeness that she’s never experienced with anyone else, despite the score of people she’s slept with in the past.  they are nothing compared to him.  nothing but marks on a paper, tallies on the wall.  he is everything and perhaps that is why a single look and fleeting touch is enough to break her down.  to shatter her into little pieces, each one his, his, his.  

@hieshou​ - ‘ i didn’t mean to worry you. ’ [ @hieshou and keigo! ]

         ♥ starters // accepting

            “ I know you didn’t ”

     It’s a short and simple statement, conveying none of his feelings but the RESIGNATION that had settled in already. In hindsight maybe he has been too paranoid lately if a simple string of missed calls and ignored texts set him off so much. But, it was dangerous nowadays. Going silent for a few hours at a time was no longer a small inconvenience. 

     Currently he’s sitting on the couch in her apartment donning a simple pair of jeans with a hoodie, tiny red wings carefully arranged behind him to prevent damage. They were still healing after all. His eyes dart to her for a moment from the floor almost nervously before he sighs and wills the feeling away. 

         “ Next time can you let me know before you go somewhere? If the data is going to be virtually non-existant. I can’t fly all over the place anymore right now. ”

               it’s unusual for someone else to be so concerned for her safety.  normally she’s the one sitting impatiently with her phone clutched in trembling hands, waiting breathlessly for a text or call or something - anything - to let her know her loved ones are safe.  it had just been a trip.  a little trip to clear her head.  spontaneous in a way that doesn’t suit her, but freeing in the moment.  on second driving down winding roads to her home, the next rocketing down the highway with her windows down.  it had just been a little trip. 

              she hadn’t even realized she would worry someone. 

              ❝ yeah.  er, yes.  i’ll let you know next time. ❞  she can’t bring herself to look up from her hands, a sort of guilt filling her chest that has no right to be there.  she hadn’t meant to make him worry and how many times has he vanished from right under her nose.  months undercover that ended in him almost dying.  she really ought to thank her brother, if it hadn’t been for that, she might never have told him...

@victoryclaimed​ whispered: “cockwarming  is  such  a  pretty  concept.” from keigo ndjdbx

               ❝ oh...? ❞  it’s difficult not to smile, a lopsided and sleepy expression tugging on her features as she wedges a piece of scrap paper into the book she’s reading.  there’s rain pattering against the window, a gentle drumming that drowns out the noise beyond her apartment leaving only the quiet whisper of the television and the steady sound of his breathing.  the boy from the room down the hall.  the one she’d promised herself to years and years and years ago.  people like her aren’t meant for happy endings, so...

              what is he doing here? 

              the sheets rustle as she shifts beneath them, her satin and lace teddy hiked up around her hips as she settles in his lap.  she coaxes him up, watching his wings unfurl and stretch out behind him, fingers pressed against his chest.  she can hear his heart beating, a frantic pattering that seems familiar at this point, one that seamlessly echoes her own.  ❝ pretty, is it? ❞  slender fingers reach between the two of them, wrestling his cock free of his boxers and smiling as her forehead rests against his. 

              the effects she has one him and the ones he has on her - they never cease to amaze her.  a slight shift of her weight and he slides into her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist to make it difficult for either of them to move.  it’s strange not to - to sit still with him buried completely inside of her, staring into each others eyes.  but there is something pretty about it.  something intimate and even romantic.  they fit together like pieces of a puzzle carved out for the other.