#fu

SHY ! Rudo means , he is overly red every time you plant soft kisses against his face .

SHY ! Zanka means , he gets surprised and flustered whenever you leave sweet remarks like that he is cool or a master in his field .

SHY ! Enjin means , there is no shy enjin — but a totally in love one, who does every thing you demand of him.

SHY ! Riyo means , her being super flustered and hiding every time you figure out her feelings and thoughts .

SHY ! Follo means , he is hiding his red ears whenever you smile at him and blaming the cold air .

SHY ! Amo means , she struggles to express herself yet you are patient as ever, making her fall deeper .

SHY ! Eishia means , getting caught by you while she was daydreaming or admiring you .

SHY ! August means , again there is no shy august but an awed one for every outfit you wear because you look lovely every single time.

SHY ! Semiu means , her being flustered in secret first, yet pulling a move to get the same reaction from you .

SHY ! Gris means , he laughs it off when you mention you are aware that he is head over heels ( inwardly dying ) .

SHY ! Fu means , his head feels empty and he goes mute every time you approach him, considering that you are the person he admires the most .

SHY ! Zodyl means , him going insanely silent whenever your hands brush against each other or when you subconsciously grasp on to his clothes .

SHY ! Momoa means , smiling serenely through the shyness and complimenting you in her own ways .

SHY ! Jabber means , third time’s the charm there is not an ounce of shyness or shame in him — but he squeals whenever you are in action because you are super cool .

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Yao.

how did your valentine's date with your boyfriend go? featuring: zanka nijiku · fu orostor · jabber wonger · follo tunito

Zanka has a whole itinerary planned for the day.

No detail was spared in the five-paged, back-to-back stack of paper he had given to you the day prior for preparation. He had this 'highkey proud but I gotta hide it to look cool' face that he always have whenever someone—Enjin or you—compliments him.

Honestly, it was a wonder how your boyfriend still wasn't combusting under all that fake nonchalantness.

The Kwamis! Some of these came easier than others, but since Angelic Layer has no magic involved, all the kwamis became human~ They won't be very prevalent, they're mostly here to fill in background character roles - shop clerks, MCs Tournament Directors, fans - so they won't have a whole lot of speaking roles (aside from, you know, the MCs who're there to commentate on the fights lol). But I thought I'd give them all a nice nod in the story somewhere.

megumis body parts are so pretty that you decide to ride them

wc. 3k

You’re sitting right beside Megumi, leg brushing his under the desk, soaking in the quiet comfort of him just being there. 

He’s locked into his game, voice low and steady as he goes back and forth with Yuji over the last loss. 

Not angry

more like fond bickering. The kind he secretly enjoys. You can hear the tiny smirk in his tone even when he’s complaining.

You’re on your phone, mind drifting, when a TikTok from some “I love my boyfriend” account pops up. 

You used to follow the “I hate my boyfriend” ones back when you were single. 

They were funny in a petty way. 

This one’s different. 

The text overlay reads: “when he has pretty fingers so you ride them instead of him.”

You pause. 

Scroll the comments. 

Girls posting pics of their boyfriends’ hands—rough ones, veiny ones, tanned ones, calloused ones. 

None of them look like his.

You lock your phone. 

Eyes drop straight to Megumi’s hands.

Pale. 

Long fingers. 

Knuckles faintly pink. 

Veins faint but visible, trailing from his forearm down the back of his hand. 

A few soft dark hairs on the first knuckles. 

His pinky nail painted that bubblegum pink you begged him for months ago—so other girls would assume he’s either taken or gay. He still did it. Didn’t even complain much.

They move so precisely over the keyboard. The way they curl when he grips the mouse. 

You remember exactly how those same fingers feel when they’re inside you

long enough to reach deep, careful but firm, curling just right until your thighs shake.

Your gaze slides up his arm. Up the line of his neck. To the sharp edge of his jaw. His profile. He knows you’re staring; his ears are already turning pink.

He doesn’t say anything. Just keeps playing.

Your eyes fall back to his hands.

All the memories hit at once. How those fingers dig into the soft flesh of your tits when he squeezes them. How his palm cups your ass hard enough to leave faint marks. How he spreads you open with two fingers first, slow, letting you feel every inch before adding the third.

You shift in the chair. Thighs press together. It’s not enough.

“Are you okay, baby?” His voice is quiet, almost a whisper under the game audio. He doesn’t look away from the screen yet.

You jump a little. “Yeah. Yes.”

He nods once. Goes back to clicking.

But your eyes stay glued to his hands. Then his face. Then his hands again.

The ache between your legs keeps growing.

"Actually, there is something." Your voice slips out soft, eyes fixed on his hands flying over the keys. 

He lifts one hand off the mouse, nudges his headphone off quick to catch every word. 

"What wrong?" It comes low, tucked under the game audio. 

Hits G for mute right away. 

Turns to you fast—dark eyes lock on yours for a beat, showing he's tuned in—then whips back to the screen.

"I don’t know, you’re like just so… pretty." You lean in close, rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzle into the sleeve until fabric bunches warm under your cheek. 

He shifts into it a little, body easing up. Small sigh escapes him

sounds like a laugh, quick and breathy, then nothing. 

You glance up slow. 

Pink around his ears has deepened to full red, spread even. You can tell he enjoyed the compliment, you catch it in the way his mouse grip loosens just a touch

Smile spreads on your face. 

You dip to his ear, let out a small blow, cool puff right on the skin. He flinches sharp, brows furrowing tight. 

A laugh bubbles from you light then going back for his ear; he pulls away an inch. 

"What are you doing?" Voice stays low, eyes glued to the monitor. 

You laugh again, louder, press a kiss to his earlobe—lips firm—then one under it, tongue flicking wet against the spot. 

Awkward twitch runs through his shoulder, but it feels good anyway because it's you, your touch always feels different.

Hand finds his jaw, fingers steady to hold him in place. 

Your tongue traces his ear slow, wet line from lobe to curve, saliva shining. 

He jerks back full this time, neck tensing. You stare blank. "It tickles," he mumbles, voice barely there. 

Red creeps up his neck for real now, heat spreading down to his hands until they’re flushed a soft pink. 

It matches his cock perfectly – light red tip, smooth veins running under his skin. The thought alone makes your throat catch, a quiet whine slipping out before you can stop it.

“When’s your game over?” you ask, the words coming out thin and a little desperate.

“Probably forty minutes.” He doesn’t look away from the screen; fingers tap fast, even, his focus steady. The silence that follows buzzes in your chest, heavy and warm. 

You shift in your seat, too aware of how wet your panties are getting, how bad the ache’s getting. 

“I need you,” you say softly, reaching out to trail a finger along his wrist. Your nail grazes the vein there, light but enough to make him glance down. His eyes stay there on your touch for just a second longer than normal before he answers.

“After this game.”

You nod, trying to be patient, but time drags. Every second stretches out too long, the kind that makes your pulse throb harder the more you wait. 

Five minutes feels endless. 

The need keeps building making your walls twitch around nothing.

“Megumiiiiii,” you whine, dragging his name out as you slouch back in your chair. 

He lets out a small groan, deep and quiet. “Mhhhh, I’m done soon, baby,” he says, still focused, still playing. 

You wait another minute before doing it again. 

Then again. 

Ten minutes pass like that, your voice soft and needy each time, his replies steady but clearly fraying. “Almost,baby ” he says. Then, “Hang on, baby.”

You lean in slow, lips brushing the corner of his mouth first

The next one lands on his cheek, a little firmer. 

Then his ear, breath catching in the space between. 

Tiny moans slip out with each touch

those quiet, needy sounds you can’t hold back no matter how hard you try.

He doesn’t pull away. Eyes stay pinned on the screen, jaw tight.

You shift closer, letting your left leg slide over his thigh until you’re half in his lap, half out—just enough to steal his space. 

The other leg spreads under the desk, chair creaking softly. His oversized shirt rides up high on your thighs, the hem brushing your hips whenever you move.

Your eyes catch on his hand again

still clicking over the keyboard, tapping through game noise like nothing’s happening. It only makes you want him more.

You slip your hand down the front of your panties, fingers trembling just a little.

The fabric is soaked through, warm, clinging, heavy with how much you’ve already leaked. 

You hook two fingers under the damp cotton at the crotch and pull it roughly to the side, exposing your swollen, glistening pussy to the cool air of the room. 

The sudden shift makes your clit throb harder, the sensitive bundle of nerves twitching visibly now that nothing’s covering it.

Your folds part on their own as the panties stretch taut against one thigh, slick strings of arousal stretching and snapping between your labia and the pulled aside fabric. 

You can feel the wet spot on the material drag across your inner thigh as you hold it open, leaving a glossy trail on your skin. 

Your entrance flutters once, twice—empty and greedy—pushing out another slow bead of slick that rolls down toward your ass.

The exposure alone makes your breath hitch. No more barrier. Just your bare, dripping cunt on display

Your middle finger slides straight to your swollen clit, finding it already pebbled and hypersensitive, jutting out from its hood like it’s begging. 

You press down with the pad of your finger and start slow, deliberate circles—light at first, just enough to make the nerves spark and your inner thighs twitch, but firm enough that each pass drags a fresh pulse of heat straight into your cunt.

You’re drenched. The slick has coated your folds, your entrance, the crease of your ass, even the insides of your thighs. 

Every tiny movement makes an obscene, wet sound—soft, sticky clicks as your finger glides through the mess you’ve made. 

Your labia are puffy, parting slightly every time you circle, exposing the glistening entrance that keeps fluttering around nothing.

The moan that rips out of you is raw, throatier than you intended—half gasp, half whimper. It bounces off the walls and you feel the vibration of it in your own chest.

His gaze snaps down.

Just for a heartbeat.

But long enough.

His eyes lock on the obscene motion between your spread thighs: catching the way the panties are bunched to one side, the way your finger disappears into the glossy mess, the way your clit visibly throbs under the pressure, the way your hips jerk forward involuntarily like you’re trying to fuck yourself on your own hand. 

A single thick string of arousal stretches and breaks as you lift your finger for a second before plunging back down. He sees it all.

Then his eyes flick back to the screen like it never happened, jaw tight, the muscle ticking once.

You can’t stop.

You speed up—small, tight, frantic circles now, pressing harder. 

Your clit is so engorged it almost hurts in the best way; every swipe sends a sharp, electric jolt up your spine. Your cunt clenches rhythmically, greedy and empty, slick leaking out in slow, warm pulses that drip down your perineum and pool beneath you. 

You can feel how slippery your asshole has become, how your whole pelvis is glossy and overheated.

Your other hand grips the edge of your panties so hard your knuckles blanch. 

Your breath comes in ragged, hitching bursts. 

The wet sounds are louder now—filthy, unmistakable filling the room every time your finger slips over your entrance and drags back up to grind against your clit.

You’re throbbing so hard you can feel the pulse in your fingertips.

Your inner walls keep spasming, trying to grip something that isn’t there, and each empty clench makes more slick spill out. 

You’re so close to dripping onto the chair. 

You whimper again, louder, more desperate, and this time his gaze doesn’t snap away quite so fast.

He’s watching.

And you’re too far gone to care.

You need more. 

You stand up fast, chair scraping back. Your thumbs hook into the soaked waistband of your panties and shove them down—cotton peeling away from your drenched skin with a soft, wet sound. 

They drop to your ankles in a twisted heap. 

You kick them off hard; they sail somewhere under the desk, forgotten.

Now you’re standing right beside him, naked under the oversized shirt that barely skims the tops of your thighs. 

The hem brushes your ass as you shift your weight. 

Your pussy is still throbbing, lips swollen and parted, slick cooling slightly in the air but still dripping in slow, viscous threads down your inner thighs.

Your middle and ring fingers dive back to your clit immediately—faster this time, no teasing. 

You rub tight, frantic circles over the engorged nub, the pad of your middle finger slipping through your own mess with loud, filthy schlick-schlick-schlick sounds that echo in the room. 

Every pass makes your hips jerk forward involuntarily.

Your head tips back, throat exposed, a low, broken moan spilling out. 

Your free hand shoots up under the shirt, grabs one heavy breast and squeezes hard—fingers digging into soft flesh until it spills between them. 

Your thumb finds your nipple—already tight and aching—and flicks over it roughly, then pinches, rolling the hard peak until a fresh jolt shoots straight to your cunt.

Then your head lifts, hazy and heavy with need.

His elbow is right there—perched at the very edge of the desk like it was made for this. 

forearm flexed just enough from gripping the mouse.

The sharp point of bone, the warm skin stretched over muscle, the faint ridge of vein running underneath. 

Your eyes flick to his face, searching, pleading without words.

You step closer. Slow. Deliberate.

You drag your swollen, dripping clit over that hard ridge of hid elbow—just a light, teasing brush at first. The contact jolts through you. Your breath catches. You look at him again—wide-eyed, lips parted.

He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t pull away.

Instead, his arm stiffens instantly

muscle locking, elbow angling up just enough to press firmer against your pulsing nub. 

A high, broken whine spills out of you as you settle fully onto him. 

The heat of his skin sears straight through your clit—so much warmer, so much better than your own fingers. 

You start moving—slow, filthy drags of your soaked pussy up and down his elbow. 

Your slick coats him immediately: thick, glossy streaks painting his forearm, dripping in slow, sticky threads toward his wrist. 

Your ass clenches hard with every forward grind, inner walls fluttering desperately around nothing, squeezing for more pressure that isn’t there.

You fist the front of your shirt high, yanking it up to your ribs so nothing blocks the view. 

His eyes drop

locked now on the obscene slide: your puffy lips parting around the ridge of his arm, your clit dragging visibly, swollen and red/ brown, leaving shiny trails that catch the light. 

The desk rocks faintly against the wall in time with your hips.

He watches longer each pass: the tremble in your thighs, the way your ass flexes and clenches, the jiggle of your heavy tits under the thin fabric. 

Then—reluctantly—his gaze flicks back to the screen, jaw tight, like he’s forcing himself to look away. 

Only to snap back again seconds later.

You grind deeper. Slower. Drawing it out. Your wetness slicks him shinier with every roll—dripping down the inside of his elbow now, pooling in the crook before sliding toward his sleeve. 

The wet sounds are louder. 

Your clit throbs against the unyielding bone, every pass sending bright sparks up your spine.

“Take the shirt off,” he mutters. Voice low, rough, frayed at the edges.

You pull back just enough. 

A thick, glistening string stretches taut between your clit and his elbow—snaps wetly when you move. 

You rip the shirt over your head in one frantic tug, hair tumbling wild. Drop it to the floor.

Naked now. Completely. Skin flushed hot, nipples peaked into dark, aching points, pussy glistening and dripping openly in the low light of his monitor.

You step right back in. His elbow is already shining—coated from the point almost to mid-forearm in your slick juices.

He shifts without looking away from the monitor. 

Taking his hand off his mouse. 

Slides his forearm forward between your spread thighs, and places his hand back over his mouse, you can hear the clicking when he lands back on it.

He lets you grind right over the full length of his warm, corded muscle.

His hand stays locked on the mouse, clicking, moving like nothing’s changed.

You brace both hands on the desk. 

Hips snap forward faster now. 

You run your dripping slit along his forearm

clit grinding hard against the thick tendons, entrance teasing the heel of his hand on every backward drag, ass clenching rhythmically like you’re trying to suck the pressure deeper. 

Your tits bounce wildly

full, heavy swings with every thrust, nipples hard and dark, shaking against the cool air.

You grab your own tits, squeeze hard, pinch your nipples between thumb and finger, rolling and tugging until the sharp sting makes your cunt spasm and leak more. 

Whimpers pour out nonstop—high, desperate, breathless. “Please—fuck—”

Faster. 

Hands fall to the desk—knuckles white. 

The desk rocks harder against the wall, loud, matching the wet slap of your pussy on his skin.

“Does it feel good?” he asks quietly. Almost gentle.

You can’t speak. Just broken whimpers—head falling forward, hair curtaining your face. Your tits shake violently with every forward rock, ass clenching so tight your thighs tremble.

Your hand shoots out. Grabs his wrist—the one on the mouse. Nails dig in. “I want your fingers.”

“ megumi I’m not gonna pocket you if you’re gonna aim at the sky” you can hear through his headphone that’s no longer on his ear but he doesn’t care.

“I know,” he says. Soft. Steady. “I know, baby. Soon.”

You whine again—ragged, out of breath.

“I want your—ah!”

Your whole body locks up.

Orgasm slams through you like a fist. 

You grind down hard one last time—clit mashed against his forearm, ass clenching so violently it lifts you onto your toes.

Wetness gushes out in hot coating his arm, dripping thick down the inside of his elbow in rivulets, running toward his sleeve, pooling in the crook before spilling over the edge. 

Your cunt flutters open with each spasm, entrance winking and pushing out more slick that runs down your shaking thighs in warm, sticky streams.

Legs buckle. You collapse back into your chair—thighs splayed wide, chest heaving, tits still trembling with aftershocks, nipples flushed and tight. 

Pussy twitching, lips parted and dripping, a fresh puddle of your release already soaking into the seat beneath you.

He glances over. Slow. Takes in every detail: his arm shining and dripping with every ounce of you, your thighs quivering, your swollen cunt still glistening and pulsing.

He shifts his arm slightly, lets your cum drip freely down his skin then steadies his hand back on the mouse.

“Give me five minutes,” he says. Voice low. Controlled. But his ears are burning red, and the thick outline of his cock strains hard against his sweats, head clearly defined through the fabric, a dark wet spot blooming at the tip.

He unmutes. Goes back to the game.

You sit there—breath ragged, body still humming—watching his hands move again.

Still so fucking pretty.

Even drenched in you.

lowkey ,I was ovulating writing this so it is high key in detail…

TW: mentions of voyeurism, somnophilia, overstimulation, cnc?? Slut shaming, groping, tickling

Zodyl:

You would think he's vanilla but he's far from it

Very rough and will top most of the time except when he wants a show

Speaking of he'll make you present yourself to him by making you strip in front of him and have you get in suggestive positions

He loves to make you bounce on his dick while he watches you slowly get more desperate

He's unbelievably sensitive so you could be overstimulating him without knowing

When you deep throat him he throws his head back and tries his best to stay quiet

He's never really been exposed to anything sexual so you were his first time

You yearn for the high you got when you saw his face when he first put it in

You accidentally got him into voyeurism when cthoni interrupted you guys in the middle of it

He's at least 5.5 inches but it's thick and VERYYYY sensitive (he's ashamed)

He literally cannot stay still when you suck and bite his tip

It's bad

There are some days where he won't feel horny at all and some where he fucks you non stop

He doesn't really moan he just breaths heavily and grunts but when he's fucking you he'll occasionally moan/whimper

His favorite position is missionary because he likes to see your face when you come but he likes doggy style so he can pull your hair back and make you look at him

He dislikes PDA and won't really touch you in public but the most he'll do is place his hand on your hips

He doesn't really care enough to please you but he likes to eat you out and sucks you clean

He surprisingly likes the taste of your pussy and takes his time but it doesn't last long

He doesn't talk during sex mostly because he'll think about what he said and get embarrassed

He WILL mark you no matter if it's a hickey, bite, bruise

It's his way of claiming you permanently

Jabber:

OHHHH MYYY GOOOODDDDDDD

the freakiest freak that ever freaked

He will grope you all over he doesn't care if people can see

When he fucks you he will put you in crazy positions and tries to twist his dick inside of you

He's very vocal and he'll dirty talk you through it

When he degrades you he calls you names like stupid bitch, dirty girl, cum slut

He will lick you everywhere like he likes to lick and suck on your neck, ears, chest, stomach, knees, and your feet

He'll sometimes dip his tongue in your belly button and bite your hips to make you blush

He worships your breasts and fondles/plays with them when he's bored but he likes your ass more

Sometimes you'll wake up in the middle of the night to him humping himself against your ass and squeezing your breasts

Instead of being gentle with you he's as rough as he can be because he'd never be with someone who couldn't handle him

He'll fuck you anywhere if he feels like it, it does not matter

If in public he'll take you into one of the alleyways and either tell you to bend over and hold the wall or get on his knees and lifts one of your legs up

Each time you fuck he has to restrict you in some way

Like holding your hands above your head while he fucks you senseless

His dick is a good 6.5 and it's long and veiny

After he's done he'll spread your legs and clean you up

He sticks his tongue inside of your pussy and swirls it around to make you arch your back and scream but that's only when he tops

Most of the time it's you who has all the control

He asked you to tie him up and use him

Wax play, knife play, using his poison to make him or you immobile, he does it all

Goes extra hard just so you can scratch his back and pull his dreads harshly

Cthoni:

She's not really that sexual but she makes it work for you

Loves to whisper teases in your ear to fluster you but then doesn't act on it

You were afraid she wouldn't be interested in sex but she's open to it

At first it mostly consisted of you telling her what to do but overtime she began to develop her own wants

The first time you ate her out was magical

She was very reactive and couldn't control her vocals

You had to stop halfway through since she couldn't handle it

When you go near her clit she becomes uncontrollable

She prefers being fingered and a good make out session instead

Doesn't really like having her breasts played with but is okay when you do it

When she takes the lead she gets really into it

When she's kissing you she goes to your neck and collarbones and licks lightly

She's too shy or nervous to go any further

Noerde:

Pet play pet play pet play

Calls you her little kitten/bunny

Uses leashes and shock collars on you and shocks your clit or nipples when you disappoint her

She's on top 90% of the time but she likes to bottom sometimes when she wants to

She'll tie you up (one time with her hair) and lead you on or take what she wants from you

Loves being in control and watching you crumble under her

Is rough because she knows you can handle it and it makes things more fun for her

Hits you sometimes and spanks your pussy when you come without her permission

Punishes you by either overstimulating you to the point of mindbreak or tickles you until your laughter goes silent when you physically can't think straight anymore

You two scissor as a treat (for her)

When she bottoms she gets so bratty and bossy

Bucks her hips and whines if your not licking her pussy fast enough or if your fingering her too slow

Her favorite place is her clit and always wants your mouth there

Face sitting is what she prefers

Is mean sometimes and tells you to keep going even when you can't breathe

Must be treated like a princess and you should always do what she says

You need to or else she won't feel it

She loves when she tells you to stop and you just keep going because you know she doesn't mean it

Body worship is a big turn on

She'll grab your hand and place it on her breasts or her thighs and ass

Her nipples are especially sensitive and she could cum just from having them played with

Momoa:

Cutieee

She's usually sarcastic and careless but when it comes to sex she's very shy

The only time she's not shy is when she's in the mood

When she's frustrated she'll pull you down to make out then you start feeling her up and it escalates from there

She blushes a lot when you climb on top of her and covers her mouth

Her neck is her most sensitive part and mewls loudly when licked/bitten

Her breasts fit perfectly in your hands and she'll place both your hands on them and make you squeeze

Loves to be groped and grabbed more than anything

She's almost always on the receiving side but when she's feeling bold she'll pin you down and grind her hips against you

Bundus:

Very vanilla and doesn't do to much

Whispers praises in your ear while he lays you down to kiss you

Missionary is his go to position but he's open to whatever you wanna try

When you're riding him he'll hold your waist and help you

Places your hand on your stomach so you can feel how deep he's going

Treats you gently and with care even when he's being rough

He's 7 inches and he guides you when it's your first time taking him and sucking him off

Will have you rest your head in his lap while you're on your knees

Fu&Hii:

Due to his liking to being told what to do he's the one who's pleasing you

Hes so sweet it makes me cry

Asks you what you want and tries his best to meet your expectations

Even though he says it's his first time he's soooo good at eating you out

He spreads you open wider with his fingers to get all of your juices (you don't know where he learned that from)

Swirls and laps at your pussy until you say it's enough

When you kiss him he treats it as a reward and when you push your tongue in his mouth he comes a little each time

Asks for permission to touch your breasts and his eyes sparkle each time you say yes

Plants his face into your cleavage a lot

When Hii comes out he loses all self control

Even when Hii is fucking you Fu's voice can still be heard and you think it's the hottest thing ever

Hii is the complete opposite of fu and won't ask for permission

He loves to bend you over, slap your ass, and grip your hips so hard it hurts

Chokes you when he's fucking you to hear you struggle