ABOVE WATER.

Her voice in Sujin's mouth, shaped by her lips in the very moment of ecstasy, is beyond divine. Nagako wishes she could hear it all day, every day, and fears that now that she's had a taste that she'll be forever insatiable. Her bandmate is beautiful and so worthy of being treasured that Nagako can't help but think that Sujin could do so much better than her. If Nagako is who she wants, though, then she'll be sure to make it worth her time.

"That's it," Nagako breathes, and just barely manages to stifle the inadvertent groan building in her throat when she curls her fingers again. The roll of Sujin's hips into her hand doesn't go unnoticed, but she's majorly preoccupied by the pretty way that Sujin asks for more. It's unfair. It's ridiculous. It's stupidly irresistible.

Not like Nagako needs any convincing. It's a relief to release the iota of self control that she's held onto. "You want me to fuck you harder? I can't say no when you ask so nicely..."

When her head drops again, it's to bring her lips to Sujin's chest once she manages to push her shirt out of the way with her free hand. She's unafraid to latch onto the skin of her breasts with teeth and tongue, pairing it with the sudden increased rough drive of her fingers into Sujin. "God, you feel so fucking good," Nagako compliments with her mouth against Sujin's skin. Her teeth and tongue gather Sujin's nipple between her lips, sucking insistently, indulgently, before swapping to the other. Her free hand snakes up into Sujin's hair again to pull her head back and expose her neck.

she's drowning in everything that is nagako. sujin feels like she can't breathe, like there's no such thing as close enough when they're pressed together like this. she wants to settle underneath her skin, climb into her rib cage and live there for the rest of the night. of the week. there's something so charming about nagako's confidence, too -- she's so used to it on stage, the way the older girl will lead the charge, tease her mercilessly until sujin has to run and hide.

now, however, she's more exposed than ever. and she doesn't hate it.

she's so caught up in her head, in her own thoughts, that she doesn't notice when gako slips her shirt up. bunched at her collar, sujin barely has time to look down before gako takes a nipple into her mouth. the stimulation has her crying out -- perhaps too loud within the walls of their shared dorms, but she doesn't care. can't care when she looks at her like that, promises that she'll feel it the next day. ( and god, does she hope so. )

"g-gako," she tries, her voice trailing off into a high pitched whine. the additional finger, the stretch of gako within her, makes her lose her mind. whatever sanity she'd been clinging to is long gone. her hips move almost frantically, her hands curling roughly against her shoulders to maintain some sense of a grip. ( both literally and figuratively. )

Nagako can't count how many times she's teased and flirted with Sujin without expecting anything to come of it. It's really her fault for accidentally stumbling head first into feelings she never should have developed in the first place. Nagako has broken her cardinal rule whether she likes it or not: don't get involved with close friends. Who closer is there than one of her groupmates? Sujin, who she lives with and eats with and breathes with on a daily basis. Sujin, who retreats into her shell further and further until she can't, inevitably getting caught by Nagako and dragged back out. Sujin isn't a mystery, but Nagako always wants to find out more anyways.

Her mouth curves upward into a silent smile against Sujin's skin. She's moved back up to her neck, if only to grasp the last vestiges of opportunity to remind Sujin that she was here. A constellation of dark marks dots Sujin's chest and neck with the backdrop of her whining and pleading. Nagako doesn't want to be anywhere else right now, only here, watching Sujin fall apart from her hands.

"Come on, baby," Nagako encourages in a hushed tone. She feels nearly delirious from it all, hot all over, completely enraptured as Sujin wholly surrenders to her. "Good girl, Jini, you're so amazing, so beautiful like this," she continues in earnest. Her gaze is black, ready to swallow Sujin whole, but Nagako's lips are nothing but adoring as they pepper all along the other girl's face and lips. Her fingers keep curling and guiding Sujin through the waves of pleasure. With Sujin curled around her on all sides, Nagako has never felt so needed—no, so wanted.

Nagako observes every twitch, sigh and moan that Sujin generously offers her. She's responsive underneath her pliant touch, and it feeds into a part of Nagako that she has, more or less, kept locked away. Her restraint is truly precarious to begin with: these are first steps, the momentary fumble of how does Sujin want it? Where does she want it? Trying to feel out her preferences and steer them in which way to go. Nagako is ever so cognizant of what they're doing. Heading into it with reckless abandon won't do. She cares about Sujin, more than either one of them are willing to admit right now.

"Fuck," Nagako exhales shakily. The energy is crackling between them and the air is thick with unspoken words, ones that leap to Nagako's tongue but never make it past her lips. Sujin's legs wrapped around her waist is criminal. Nagako decides to be selfish, she decides to take—decides to show Sujin exactly what she's been thinking about. "Okay, baby," Nagako responds, the pet name slipping out unbidden.

She shifts again, presses them together everywhere they can meet, greedy for the warmth. Her fingers seek out Sujin's cunt similarly and she briefly massages against Sujin's entrance before pressing them inside. "You're so pretty when you're needy," Nagako comments. "I want to hear you say my name."

something about the softness in nagako's voice when she speaks to her nearly brings tears to sujin's eyes. she's feeling so much, the intensity of the other woman's fingers working her over in a way that makes her see stars alongside the delicate way she's being held. the way gako looks at her like she's something worth holding, worth touching. it makes her stomach clench, makes her eyes a little softer around the edges as she tries, and fails, to stifle her noises by chewing into her lower lip.

"ahhhh." it escapes before she can stop, her back arching the second gako's fingers sink into her. she reaches so deep, curls against her walls in a way that makes sujin wonder if this is what sex is always supposed to be like. her fingers curl, nails digging into the soft flesh of gako's shoulder as she tucks her face against her chest. her eyes close, almost afraid to look down and see the action as it's happening. she knows it'll ruin her even more than she already it.

instead, her lips purse, pressing soft kisses against her skin between the quiet, breathy moans that pass her lips. "it feels so good," she whines, toes curling against her calf. "so -- your fingers are so... so much better than mine." on a louder whine, she tilts her head back, lidded gaze focus on gako's intense face. "nagako," she breathes, giving her what she wants without a second thought. with no worries hanging above her -- because this is easy. letting herself feel good is easy than saying what her heart wants.

Her voice in Sujin's mouth, shaped by her lips in the very moment of ecstasy, is beyond divine. Nagako wishes she could hear it all day, every day, and fears that now that she's had a taste that she'll be forever insatiable. Her bandmate is beautiful and so worthy of being treasured that Nagako can't help but think that Sujin could do so much better than her. If Nagako is who she wants, though, then she'll be sure to make it worth her time.

"That's it," Nagako breathes, and just barely manages to stifle the inadvertent groan building in her throat when she curls her fingers again. The roll of Sujin's hips into her hand doesn't go unnoticed, but she's majorly preoccupied by the pretty way that Sujin asks for more. It's unfair. It's ridiculous. It's stupidly irresistible.

Not like Nagako needs any convincing. It's a relief to release the iota of self control that she's held onto. "You want me to fuck you harder? I can't say no when you ask so nicely..."

When her head drops again, it's to bring her lips to Sujin's chest once she manages to push her shirt out of the way with her free hand. She's unafraid to latch onto the skin of her breasts with teeth and tongue, pairing it with the sudden increased rough drive of her fingers into Sujin. "God, you feel so fucking good," Nagako compliments with her mouth against Sujin's skin. Her teeth and tongue gather Sujin's nipple between her lips, sucking insistently, indulgently, before swapping to the other. Her free hand snakes up into Sujin's hair again to pull her head back and expose her neck.

a litany of prompts exploring intimacy and sexuality. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.

[beg.] sender makes receiver beg before giving them what they want.

[fumble.] sender struggles impatiently with receiver's clothes.

[shh.] sender stuffs their fingers in receiver's mouth to keep them quiet.

[tug.] sender grips receiver's hair to pull them closer.

[tie.] sender binds receiver's wrists with rope / belt / tie / etc.

[bite.] sender sinks their teeth into receiver's neck / shoulder / skin.

[scratch.] sender rakes their nails down receiver's back.

[drip.] sender drips spit into receiver's mouth / onto receiver.

[69.] sender and receiver go down on each other at the same time.

[needy.] sender teases receiver about how desperate they look.

[deep.] sender pushes receiver's head down during oral until they gag.

[eager.] sender holds receiver's head still and fucks their mouth.

[anchor.] sender pins receiver's hips while eating them out.

[grind.] sender grinds their hips into receiver while receiver gives them oral.

[press.] sender pushes a hand against receiver's stomach while inside them.

[hold.] sender grabs receiver's hand to hold while they have sex.

[pin.] sender pins receiver's wrists above their head.

[straddle.] sender straddles receiver's body to restrain them.

[clutch.] sender clutches receiver's jaw to hold their head still.

[hollow.] sender presses a thumb into the hollow of receiver's throat.

[cradle.] sender cradles receiver's throat in their hand, applying light pressure.

[stay.] sender cockwarms receiver.

[breed.] sender fucks receiver deep and finishes inside.

[stare.] sender forces receiver to maintain eye contact.

[cling.] sender wraps their legs tight around receiver's waist while they have sex.

[elevate.] sender places a pillow beneath receiver's hips during sex.

[suckle.] sender sucks on receiver's chest and nipples.

[eavesdrop.] sender fucks receiver where others can hear but not see.

[praise.] sender praises receiver for taking it well.

[hush.] sender forbids receiver from making a sound.

[chokehold.] sender locks receiver's throat in the crook of their arm.

[mark.] sender leaves hickeys on receiver where they will be seen later.

[nuzzle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck mid-fuck.

dialogue.

wait ... that's it? i've waited all this time for you and i only get a peck?

if i don't move away from you right now, i might just kiss you.

do you mind helping me with the back zipper ...?

this is never gonna happen, is it?

let's not keep wasting each other's time.

so ... are we just gonna eye-fuck all night or actually do something about this?

you have a crush on me?

do you or do you not love me? i need to know.

were you ever going to tell me?

i've been in love with you for as long as i can remember.

i never thought this would happen ... you've always been just out of my reach.

i can't wait anymore for you to open your eyes and realize i've been here all along.

why do you keep staring at my lips ...?

concepts.

hover. sender is standing so close to receiver that their lips are inches away. both are acutely aware that they keep staring at one another's lips and then eyes. does someone make a move?

at last. sender and receiver finally share their first kiss after an accidental confession of longterm feelings and it being reciprocated.

love note. sender sends receiver a letter confessing how they feel. how does receiver respond?

love in the rain. after a dramatic exchange between sender and receiver that ends with a deep kiss ruined by sudden pouring rain, receiver drags sender indoors to continue where they left off.

the zipper. sender asks receiver to help them with a zipper that's gotten stuck or is out of reach. the tension between the pair is high while receiver attempts to help.

hari likes to think that she's been very patient, all things considered. she had sat through the graduation ceremony, trying to ignore the way that her chest swelled with pride when her girlfriend had received her doctorate - and the way that the tiny voice inside of her head is reminding her that she's dating a doctor.

her security had assisted on accompanying her, but she had compromised and had them wait outside of the ceremony. today isn't going to be about her, she's doing everything in her power to keep it that way. when nagako had found them afterwards, hari had only provided brief physical affection, wary of the eyes that were still watching them.

this day isn't for them, either.

instead, she waits until they've long since arrived home. both a little buzzed from a celebratory dinner with a few of their friends. they're barely through the door before hari loops her arms around nagako's neck and tugs her close. "i've waited all day to give you this, doctor satō-"

It's all so surreal.

And Hari has witnessed everything. From being trainees, to competitors, to best friends, to possibly the greatest love story Nagako has ever heard of... Hari has always been the one propping her up when she stumbled. Hari, like Kazuo, is everything. She's smiling at her during the ceremony, showing up even without much security—and she stays by their side the entire evening, up until they return home.

"Doctor Satō—" Nagako begins to laugh, because she still isn't used to the title, but Hari has her lips on theirs and it's so, so natural to melt into it. They're buzzing, brimming with joy and happiness and it's almost overwhelming when Hari kisses her on top of that. It's so distracting that Nagako barely notices the weight in her palm at first. Almost.

Nagako's breath stutters. "... What?" She whispers in stunned confusion. Her heart hammers in her chest and she leans back to take in the sight of the ring sitting in her palm. Hari wants her. Hari wants to marry her.