JING YUAN’s

But it feels far too good, and you’re so terribly hot, aching when you feel him roll his tongue along the press of your slick folds. And you reach for his hair to tangle it between your fingers to squeeze, “But Sunday… it feels so good! I’m gonna cum—“

You feel Sunday’s wings tremble along the press of your inner thighs as you reply, voice breaking beneath the next roll of his tongue and he closes his lips around your clit again, to suckle for a moment longer. Until you’re jolting and writhing above him, and he pulls away with a pop before he’s looking up at you. “Well, do you believe that excuses such a sinful display, my angel?”

His breath cools the spit along your pussy and you can barely answer when you shudder, “M-maybe, I don’t know.” Feeling something akin to tears collect prettily along your lashes as you look down at him with a wet blink.

But that reaction only makes Sunday chuckle quietly, almost soothingly before he’s letting one of his hands graze between your thighs— pressing through your folds to spread you lewdly with two fingers. “There’s no need to get in such a state of disarray, my dear. I assure you, we won’t go interrupted should you stay vigilant.”

He leans in again, pressing a soft kiss against your clit until it elicits a whine from you and it seems to be quite hard for him to keep his voice steady. “Even under different circumstances, I would truly detest the idea that anyone else may have the opportunity see you in such a captivating position.”

But because you know the reassurance that Sunday needs to continue, you don’t hesitate to part your lips to offer it. “Nobody else would. It’s only you.” And in turn, he doesn’t hesitate to lean in to bury himself in the slick surface of your pussy with his next breath.

It makes your back arch against the wall behind you, fingertips tightening in his hair to pull and you feel the way it makes his breathing stutter against your folds as he all but whines against you. He bathes you in kitten licks of his tongue, pressing the muscle between your folds to circle your clit — until your hips are humping up against his face and he mouths at you relentlessly, sucking and slurping as your thighs begin to shake on each side of his face.

“Hm, very well.” Sunday hums against you, barely audible with how deep he’s buried himself in your cunt. But you still feel every syllable. “Then you may do as you wish.”

౿ DAN HENG

You hadn’t expected it to end up like this after March 7th had dragged you both into a game of hide and seek on the Express. And you’d preached your case of safety in numbers when you’d found yourself hot on Dan Heng’s heels — very convincingly so at that when you’d reassured him you had a great hiding spot.

And you really did, for one person that is. You’d never really tested out the space with two and now that the opportunity has arose well… it’s a bit of a tight squeeze.

The storage closet that you and Dan Heng have both ended up in is barely able to fit you both, but you seem to have managed to make it work with your positions now. Though quite precarious, and a little too close for comfort as he almost stands flush against you— his chest to your back as you try hard not to make too much of a racket.

Your grumble to yourself as you struggle to get comfortable, “Why did you let me do this?” Shuddering, when you feel your friend behind you exhale out a sigh himself.

“Pardon my frankness, but this was all your doing was it not?”

You guess Dan Heng does have a point there, but then you’re fidgeting on your feet again and pushing up a little closer. You don’t notice the hitch in his breathing before you’re responding back, “Yeah, but you didn’t object to hide and seek or my idea.”

“Well I didn’t consider such a situation when we’d agreed to the game.”

“And i didn’t consider that you’d take up so much space.” You’re bickering like an old married couple. If they were to end up stuffed inside of a storage closet that is. But your argument seems to hit a stand still when you hear March 7th’s footsteps make their way down the hallway just outside of the closet.

You can both tell it’s her by the way she’s humming to herself — and suddenly the tension between you both feels a little thicker as you try to remain still.

“Don’t move.” Dan Heng whispers lowly to you when you fidget on your feet again. You almost sway in the already suffocating space, and he takes it upon himself to wrap an arm around your waist to keep you steady — closing the already non-existent distance between you both as you hold your breath.

The footsteps pass quickly, leaving you both to listen and wait. Wondering if March is still around or if she’s just trying to catch you both with your guard down.

“Is she gone?” You opt to finally speak as you move again, but Dan Heng’s arm around your waist only seems to squeeze tighter before he responds.

“I suggest you keep your voice down before you alert her to our location.” His words urge you to fidget almost impatiently, suddenly feeling a little claustrophobic. But you don’t realise just how tight your friend has you held up against him until you’re pushing your ass back into the press of his hips.

It makes you both gasp when you realise your mistake, and suddenly you’re feeling something hard press against your back as Dan Heng’s arm around you almost shakes. Though, unfortunately, the sound seems to bring those same footsteps back to the hallway of the closet, and you can only press your hands over your mouth as a way to smother your own voice.

You feel his next exhale cool over your suddenly warm features as he whispers down at you, “Just try not to move around so much. It only serves to make our current predicament more precarious.” But you’re burning up, not only because of the small space but with every no matter how subtle twitch, you can feel your friend behind you grow harder, hotter.

It makes your eyes want to roll back, “W-what? What do you mean? Should we just give up?” It was becoming quite awkward between you both, so you offer Dan Heng an out— as anyone would. But when his response to you is accompanied by him pulling you even closer, you assume you’re both feeling about the same.

“No need. She appears to be leaving.”

And when you listen closely, that does seem to be the case as you hear March’s footsteps begin their way down the hall again. Followed by a long sigh before the parlor door closes behind her and it’s just both of your bated breathes.

“Dan Heng, I’m sorry.” You say suddenly, and before Dan Heng can even ask what for, you find yourself fidgeting again. Though it’s more deliberate this time as you press yourself back into him, keening at the way his arm around your waist seems to hug you tight.

It makes him stiffen when your ass seems to wrap its way around his bulge and he mutters out the beginnings of a “What’re you—“ before it’s gone again with the next roll of your hips.

You don’t know what this means for both of you. But you know you don’t want stop as you feel his cock grind softly into you from behind, rocking you into the already tight space as you brace yourself on the wall opposite you with both hands.

Dan Heng readjusts himself for a moment before he finds a pace, and the new angle allows him to press his clothed cock between your thighs almost deliciously as he almost curls himself over you. The length of him pushes up against your sensitive folds through your clothes, and you have to cover your mouth with your hand again to moan.

“Do you want to find another hiding spot? S-somewhere with more space?” You ask, words muffled against your palm and stuttering in time with every grind of his hips. But he doesn’t answer you instantly, the head of his cock presses hard into the bump of your clit and it makes your thighs twitch.

Dan Heng offers you a soft kiss along your shoulder first, then a soft press of his fingers along your stomach before they’re travelling lower. The softness makes your head drop back, resting on his shoulder as he touches you and your legs almost buckle from beneath you completely when they rest between your thighs.

His eventual response accompanies the slow circle of his fingers along your clothed clit, and your bodies continue to hump against one like you have no intention of stopping anyway.

The already small space seems to only be getting warmer.

“It would probably be strange were we to emerge too soon. We s-should… hold back for now.”

౿ DR RATIO

You’re surprised that Ratio has allowed you to get this far. Infact, your surprise had began when he’d allowed you to accompany him around the Space Station at all — visiting a few researchers and tying up some loose ends before he began working on some newer projects.

He didn’t usually let you get involved in his work — not because he didn’t find you to capable, but because he thought you most likely had better things to do yourself. But when you’d given him that terribly cute look—fluttered eyelashes and an adorable blink—he’d only shrugged before letting you tag along.

But, you seem to have taken that opportunity for granted now as you both press up against a forgotten hallway in one of the many passages of the Station. The look Ratio is giving you is terribly pointed as he holds your features against his palm, eyes flickering down to where your thighs are closing tight around one of his own and even his gaze makes you flush.

“Veritas.” Your words purr, but he only meets them with a scoff. That sweet tone is exactly how you ended up in this position afterall.

“Oh, don’t call for me now, I am not the one to blame for you ending up in such an obvious state of desperation.” This was completely your fault, but all you’d wanted was a kiss— an innocent little one since you had been so patient and great company for him.

But as soon as you’d felt that first press of Ratio’s lips against yours ( after much convincing ), you’d forgotten just how good it felt when he twisted himself so perfectly into your mouth. He’d pushed his tongue between your lips to graze against your own and it only took a moment to have you whining, pressing your chest into his and quickly finding yourself crowded up into a corner between the wall and his huge body.

It had happened from there, he’d warned you to behave — to stop while you’re ahead because he knew how this was going to end up. But you’d only pulled him closer, arms curling around his shoulders until he was pressing into you — and his thigh seemed to slot between your own so perfectly.

But now you’re whining, almost begging for more as you grind yourself down on the muscle beneath you, and Ratio’s offering you a mere click of his tongue as your hands grab at his chest.“Though lest I remind you, I am the one with more at stake between the two. So I advise that you lower your voice.”

“Unless you are truly so desperate to give away our whereabouts.” His arms steady you regardless of how sharp his words may seem. Another sinful twist of your hips and you swear you feel the muscle beneath you tense, making you shake when it brushes quite perfectly against your clothed clit.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait I just.. can’t you help me?” Your voice wavers — far too unsteady with not only your want, but your need. Ratio knows exactly how to finish this quickly, should he see fit — but the fact that he’s making sure not to means that he can’t be as bothered about it as he’s letting on.

The noticeable bulge in his pants says enough by itself.

Your hands twist into the fabric at his chest and your thighs tremble with your next desperate hump, pulling him closer until he’s curling over you completely. And you feel Ratio’s breathe against your ear as his thigh presses in tighter, “You got yourself into this mess, you should’ve considered your outcomes before coming to this conclusion of all.”

“Though I can hardly see how you thought this to be the most appealing.” You give him another whine, the closer proximity doing wonders for your pussy as your clit grinds against the fabric and muscle of his thigh perfectly — making you shake as your pace wavers.

Ratio gives you a look that’s quite hard to read in your hormone-stricken state when you look up to meet him, close enough to feel his breathing fan across your cheeks. But the expression you’re wearing makes him scoff, almost… waver.

“A pity, truly.” His voice is tighter now, as are his hands when they squeeze around your waist — keeping you upright to make sure you don’t crumble completely. “Had you exercised more patience, well.. maybe I could’ve been convinced into assisting your efforts.” It’s a brisk little tease but it’s one that urges you to give him an incredibly sad, pleading look.

And it’s followed by another slow roll of your hips, the pleasure from your efforts making your thighs shake and jolt and despite the way you’re trying your best — you can barely keep up your pace with how good even this feels. But Ratio seems to have picked up on that already when he flexes his thigh again, deliberate and precise as he leans in to press his lips against your cheek,

“But it seems you’re barely able to withstand even this.” His voice seems lower now — crowding you into the corridor that’s deserted for now, but who knows when the next researcher will pass by to find you both in such a state.

Ratio seems to be more aware of that than anyone when he subtly presses his thigh up from beneath you, to bare against the soaked fabric of your damp panties and push even harder into your clit, until you can barely hold back your next moan. Even when your movements almost stop, his hands seem to rest quite heavily onto your hips as he urges you to continue.

Afterall, he thinks it’s best you see this through when he notices the quickly dampening spot on his clothes. It makes his hands squeeze into your skin as he tries to ignore the growing throb his cock, should you press yourself a little closer — your thigh may just brush against that aswell.

He clears his throat before his want suddenly shows, “Nonetheless, time is precious, wouldn’t you agree? So we shall soon see how far that enthusiasm of yours takes you.”

౿ AVENTURINE

It wasn’t unlike you to attend the Casino with Aventurine, afterall you were sure to turn heads and far too pretty for him to keep locked up in his hotel room. So what’s so wrong with a business deal turned date night? Especially when he went out of his way to dress you in the most luxury of garments, you blend right in when you’re wrapped around his arm and pressing up against him at the betting table.

Though with these little date nights came little games of your own — to make sure you stayed sharp, is what he would tell you. And even at that, there is no way anyone in the hall would have the nerve to interrupt you both anyway.

Which is why you’ve found yourself particularly close to Aventurine’s side tonight as he plays. You’re trying hard to focus on the game in front of you, but it’s proving to be quite hard when the gambler to your side is letting his free hand rest between your thighs.

The table you’re sitting at offers little to conceal the way your thighs are spread — were someone to walk past and take a look, your display would be quite obvious. But you’re covered for the men at the other side, which is why he’s trusting you not to give away your little game with any expressions.

You wouldn’t want to ruin his winning streak, right?

You half hear one of the men at the other side mention something to Aventurine, spitting something beneath his breath — a long winded way to accuse him of cheating most likely, given his own chips are close to being drained. But the man to your side only chuckles, continuing to let the pads of his fingers circle your clit through your already embarrassingly wet panties.

He drawls, “Oh really now?” Seeming unaffected, but you feel the way the confrontation urges him to press down on your clit harder. Not because he’s annoyed at the accusation, but because he’s annoyed this same man has been eyeing you for a little too long now.

Another mutter from the other side of the table, it lacks confidence — it’s more emotional, something about another game, all or nothing — you can’t focus enough to care. But Aventurine chuckles before you feel the cold press of his rings reach to pull your panties to the side, and your hands reach to grab and the end of the table to squeeze.

“Well, since you were so kind to invite me here tonight. What’s one more, hm?” The gambler to your side responds smoothly before he turns his attention to you. “How about it?” He makes sure to accompany his question to you with a soft swipe of his fingertips through your already soaked folds, so precisely that all you can offer him is a gasp and a rushed nod.

“Another game i-is fine.” You eventually manage and through your albeit cloudy gaze you can still see the way it makes Aventurine smirk.

Until his attention is back on the man opposite you both, “Looks like you’re in luck.” And he makes sure to reward you by slipping his index finger into your cunt with his next breath, hissing when he’s not met with much resistance and it makes you suck your lower lip between your teeth.

Aventurine’s pretty eyes seem to sharpen when his opponent gives you another glance, even if only for a moment. “Though I should probably warn you I’m feeling pretty lucky today, Friend.” And thankfully, the sudden low tone of the end of his sentence draws the attention back to him.

But because this is a game, whats the fun in not having it be a little challenging?

So as he watches the man opposite him fidget with his remaining few chips, Aventurine pushes another finger into join the first — angling them up against your sweet spot until he can feel your thighs twitch from where they’re pressed up against his. But then he speaks,

“Hm, won’t you do the honours?” Deliberately, before he’s pushing the deck of cards across the table to sit infront of you. And even though your eyes are unfocused you can still hear the deliberately honeyed tone to your lovers question. Though barely, when he emphasises his words by pushing his fingers deeper.

Your hands almost shake as you reach out to take the stack of cards, and Aventurine finds a pace as he languidly pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy, thumb rubbing hard circles into your clit as you try your best to focus. You shuffle the cards quickly, almost fumbling them when he gives you a few particularly sharp thrusts and you find yourself having to pause to breathe.

Your fingers twitch into the deck in your hands, and then suddenly you feel the gambler to your right’s lips press an open mouthed kiss along your cheek. It serves as something to keep you grounded despite the way his ministrations on your pussy only seem to be growing faster, until you can feel the pleasurable heat building dangerously in your stomach.

He doesn’t care what the other man across the table is doing, it’s just an innocent kiss for luck as far as he’s concerned. But if the music was a little quieter in the Casino he’d maybe be able to hear the squelch from beneath the table.

“Not gonna back out on me now, are you? I’d say your chances seem pretty good from where I’m sitting.”

౿ JING YUAN

It’s around 6pm by the time you visit Jing Yuan at the seat of divine foresight, one of the rare opportunities that you’re able to actually find him there given his preference to disappear in the afternoons for a nap.

The General always claimed it to be his more relaxing time of day, given how he’s already excused his advisor, Qingzu, for the time being. Meaning, all of his attention can now rest on you despite the endless amount of paperwork that still rests on his desk.

There are still a few stray Cloud Knights busying themselves by the entrance but despite that, it’s only you and Jing Yuan as you rest at his side now. Allowing him to entertain you with exaggerated stories as both of your thighs rest over one of his.

You’re giving him a gentle sort of look, and it’s one that makes him smile quite softly to himself as you listen intently.

“And what about you, my dear?” He asks a moment later, leaning in a little closer as he lets his arm stretch across the back of the seat behind you. “Is there anything you would like to speak of? We can talk about anything you want.”

Jing Yuan always looked at you in a way that made you feel flustered, finding yourself suddenly warm beneath the flicker of his amber-toned attention. Even when he’s at work he had no qualms about being affectionate with you, which is why he’s made sure to rest close enough for him to sneak in a kiss if he so wanted it.

But for now, he only teases you with that possibility— until you’re turning away to check on the Cloud Knights at the entrance. Making sure they don’t see your little show of PDA.

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to work, General? I was only dropping by to let you know I was making dinner.” Your lashes flutter as you respond to Jing Yuan’s earlier question, but you make no move to push yourself away from him. Instead, you continue to rest quite nicely, almost cuddled up against his side.

It makes him chuckle as he lets his free hand move to intertwine with yours, “Nonsense, you’ve come all this way. How could I give you the cold shoulder?” Bringing them up to place a kiss against your knuckles before his eyes narrow.

“I consider this a much deserved tea break from my work. Afterall, this time of day can be far too sleepy for me.” Jing Yuan’s words purr as he lets his lips linger along your fingers, his gaze locked onto yours with something akin to heat nestling its way into the swirls of gold. The look makes you swallow loudly before you adjust himself, squeezing your thighs over one of his own as you try to ignore it the ache between them.

“Yet you seem to be full of energy.” Your words are almost whispered, breathless despite how hard you tried to say them clearly.

But Jing Yuan seems to like that when he’s pulling your fingers away from his lips and guiding them down his chest next, allowing you to feel the soft press of the muscle beneath his uniform — only to let it fall on the hard press of something else in his slacks as it reaches its destination.

His voice turns lower, slower. “Hm, is that so? Well, it’s only right I put this to good use, wouldn’t you agree?” He guides your fingertips to wrap around him, palm pressing tight against his bulge before he urges you to squeeze and it makes him almost groan. “And, I think it’s safe to assume you came here with an intention in mind.”

“Jing Yuan, there are people here!” You respond nervously as you give the Cloud Knights at the entrance another look, but your fingers still squeeze around the heavy weight of Jing Yuan regardless. You allow him to move your palm to stroke at cock through his uniform and he knocks his thighs to spread even wider.

His eyes are still on you, “Oh? There’s no need to worry about that, my dear. I’ve seen to it that we won’t be disturbed.” And with his words you feel the arm that was previously across the back of the seat fall to curl around your hips, hoisting you closer as you stroke and squeeze your fingers around the length of him.

It’s risky, more so for Jing Yuan than you — you’re resting on the seat of Divine Foresight afterall. Were something to find you here….

But then the next particularly hard press of your palm against his cock makes his breathing stutter, and his hips tremble as he presses them up into your hand. Your train of thought is quickly given away with the squeeze of your own thighs at his reaction, almost licking your lips when the General lets his hand curl around your wrist to keep you there.

He knows your answer before he even asks.

“So won’t you humour me? It seems I have quite the excess of energy to burn through.”