#mortefi

JIYAN:

SFW

Would notice how you've been staring at his back a lot and ask if you needed something from him or if you wanted to tell him something important

He gets a little surprised by how you immediately just told him that you wanted to touch his tacet mark and would ask you why, but he would let you touch it anyways

Probably the most sensitive one out of every other WUWA man since his is literally on his back

He would blush so hard that his ears would go red if you kept touching his mark for more than 20 seconds

When you first touched his mark he would feel a little uncomfortable and tell you when you need to stop so that he doesn't get too uneasy

But after a few more times he enjoys your touch way too much and often times would ask you for a hug so that he could feel your hands touch his back again

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When hes pounding himself into you, sometimes you would purposely brush your hand on his back to where his tacet mark is so that he would falter in his movements just for a bit, so that you can catch your breath

Sometimes you forget his tacet mark is on his back, so when your hands are clinging onto him you would accidentally lightly scratch him just a bit to where his tacet mark lines would be, which he surprisingly took well

He might be slightly masochistic (at least you awakened that part of him)

Of course doing it too harshly would hurt like shit, but when you brush your nails against it, he gets shivers

In conclusion, this man loves it when you touch his back

MORTEFI:

SFW

Would straight up ask you why you keep staring at his chest

He'd look at you with wide eyes when you tell him that you wanted to feel his tacet mark that was on his right chest, but agree almost too quickly because he believes your reason would be because you wanted to "experiment" something

Most likely you're the first person to ever touch him like that

Gets shivers when your fingers lightly brush against him, then tells you that its alright to just completely put your hand over it

When you do put your hand over his chest though, you can feel his heartbeat pounding real fast

You try to ignore the blush on his face, but it was way too obvious

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You like to lick his chest, especially his tacet mark just to see the way he reacts

His attempts to hide his tiny grunts is super cute to you

He would say things like "Ok, that's enough" but he wouldn't push you away, leaving room for the idea of teasing him that he enjoys the feeling of your warm mouth against his tacet mark

Likes it when you nibble on it a bit, or use some teeth to lightly scrape his skin

The way your mouth would travel to his neck, collarbones, nipples, abs, literally everywhere but his tacet mark would drive him crazy

You'd make sure to leave a bite mark right over his tacet mark, that way he would have to cover up his chest in a bit more effort to prevent anyone else from seeing it (cause we all know him showing off his chest is a SLUT MOVE)

CALCHARO:

SFW

We all know this tough guy is actually super obedient and literally just a baby

Which explains why he loves forehead kisses A LOT

Literally praise him for doing anything and he'd ask for a forehead kiss on top of your compliments, and you'd happily oblige

You asked him if he ever face palms himself when hes disappointed and he just stares at you with furrowed eyebrows in confusion, wondering why you would ask him that

The first time you touched his tacet mark was when you asked him if you could touch his hair, and he would be fine with it since he was aware of how much you love his hair and how jealous you were by how beautiful it was

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Because he loves your touch on his tacet mark, he very much prefers to go down on you than fuck your hole all the time

He does this because he likes how your hands scurry around to grab his head and push him away when you are getting overstimulated

Everytime you finish you would pat his head and that would get him riled up

When he does pound you, he would place his forehead against yours and stare deeply into your eyes while youre crying out on how big he is

He also really loves burying his face in between your chest and rubbing his tacet mark on it to feel your heartbeats

Calcharo is basically a big beast that you tamed

AALTO:

SFW

You actually didn't ask him if you could touch his tacet mark, he just so happened to have something on his shoulder that you helped brush off, and your hand accidentally brushed against his tacet mark

He reacted by flinching a little. When you asked if he was alright he just said that he was fine. You couldn't really tell if he was fine or not since he had his glasses on.

But you can see his ears turning red, so you knew you just turned a switch on for him, but you still haven't figured out that it was because you touched his tacet mark

You slowly notice more things on Aalto's shoulder, on the exact same spot. Sometimes you try to ignore it but Aalto would make you want to brush it off somehow by asking things like "Is there anything on me?" or "You've been staring at my shoulder for a while, y'know?"

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Loves it when you give him hickeys, he really enjoys it when you suck on his tacet mark the most, cause that's when his sensitivity heightens up a lot

You know exactly how much pressure to give him when you playfully bite him on his tacet mark, especially if you wanted to get him hard and going

He lowkey wants you to choke him while he fucks you, the pressure of his tacet mark pushing into the nerves of his flesh makes his vision cloudly and his pupils grow

When you're too fucked out to choke him, he would forcefully grab the back of your head and push it against his neck to make you lick and suck it while his cock is molding its shape into you

He does not hold back

YUANWU:

SFW

Yuanwu is a patient man, so you don't hesitate in asking him if you could touch his tacet mark that was right on his neck

Of course, he sees no reason to disagree. But for some reason when you touch him, he freezes and it takes you a minute before he clears his throat and apologizes for suddenly not responding

You weren't dumb enough to realise that touching his tacet mark made him feel something, so sometimes, you would get cozy with him and wrap your arm around his neck

The action would have him tipping his hat to cover his face, remaining silent the entire time you go chattering about how you want to go have some tea with him at his boxing gym

Sure, Yuanwu is a patient man, but his patience does run thin

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He'd actually keep your hands away from his neck while he's fucking your brains out

This is all cause you knew that touching his tacet mark would get him hard, and you decided to do it on a public area

Since you did it on purpose you have to face the consequences and wait until he's done fucking all your senses out of your body

When you two are finally done, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his tacet mark, since you two were in private he doesn't mind you getting intimate with his mark

You didn't expect this, but sometimes you would be able to pull a noise or two from his mouth

Something you really like doing to him is having his back on your chest while you're fucking your hand on his cock, then planting kisses on his tacet mark, leaving him groaning your name

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Rover

He's just such a cutie, constantly seeking your attention. Suddenly he starts reaching out towards you with his little hands and you already know what to do. Especially when his eyes start to glaze over and corners of his mouth turn down forming a tiny sad horseshoe. If you hesitate, he might even let out a soft little whimper. So you scoop him up as fast as possible. Your big palms easily squeeze around his slim waist, covering it almost completely. You lift him up without any effort. Not even a single grimace on your face. As if he weighs nothing at all. You take a seat yourself and then settle him onto your lap.

-Did my baby miss me?

You ask in a sweet, eager voice, matching his cuteness. And he gets even more emotional. His head drops even lower and subtle whines only grow stronger. Overwhelmed, you nervously wipe away tiny tears that suddenly well up in corners of his eyes. And after, plant two quick kisses on both his eyelids.

-Don’t cry, baby. Don’t cry- you soothe his adorable cries

Rover fidgets on your lap and hides his face in your chest. He’s just such a shy little bundle of joy...

This rosy cheeks, resembling ripe strawberries... And this small, fragile body that fits perfectly against yours... Sometimes he feels as light as a feather. As if he weren’t there at all. Only the fact that he constantly plays with your hands, comparing them to his own, keeps you from forgetting him. You’re so big... Almost twice his size! In your embrace, he feels so little. And so safe too... As if you could hide him from all the evil in this world. Occasionally, when someone sees you in this position, they get very embarrassed. As if they’d witnessed something that shouldn’t see reach the public eye...

Jiyan

When you’re far from home... Tents set up in the camp don’t provide enough warmth... And the exhaustion from a long and bloody battle is taking its toll... Jiyan doesn’t think much at that moment. He’s a little spaced out, as if in another world. He’s just looking for warmth and comfort. And where else would he find more of it than in your embrace?

He finds you on a hill under the old tree, where you’re patrolling the camp. Or in your tent, when you’re getting ready for bed. He doesn’t say a word. With a pouty face, he spreads your arms apart on his own. Makes a spot for himself and slips onto your lap. He fidgets for a good few minutes until he finds a perfect position. And then he buries his head in the crook of your neck, closing his heavy eyelids. You watch as he immediately drifts off to another realm. Completely worn out after several sleepless nights... His breathing slows and his muscles relax, feeling more like playdough in your hands. You try to lean comfortably against a tall pile of pillows or a rotting tree stump. With difficulty, you reach out, trying to grab the fluffy blanket. Your constant companion on chilly evenings. Often serving as a cloak wrapped around your boyfriend’s shoulders.

When Jiyan treats you like the most comfortable bed, you cover both of you thoroughly. Tucking in all the edges so that not a single breeze can get inside. You brush the rebellious strands of hair from Jiyan’s forehead and plant a warm kiss on top of it. Hug him tighter, like a big teddy bear and let yourself drift off to sleep for a little while...

Luuk

He has a particular preference. To take place on your lap by straddling you. And he’s so nonchalant about it... He approaches you with smug, cheeky smirk. Sensually swaying his hips from side to side. Slowly, seductively... He approaches you like a predator hunting its prey. In his head, he’s already plotting a cunning plan on how to wrap you around his finger. And he’s doing a great job of it. He hasn’t even touched you and yet, instead of seeing through his intentions, you’re focusing all your attention on those rounded curves. Swaying in perfect rhythm. When he finally stops in front of you... Just a few inches away- Literally within arm’s reach- You look at him with thirst. Luuk chuckles softly at the sight of you and just grins a little wider. Warmer. As if with fondness. You want to grab him- Touch him- Feel his wonderfully cool skin against your own. But you don’t have the courage. His pure, glowing figure doesn't deserve any taint. Like a precious white canvas, waiting only for the best painter.

Luuk reaches out to you himself. He places his hand gently on your shoulders, sending a sudden jolt of tension through your body. You straighten up and stiffen, looking up at him hopefully. Your diva is playing with you like a toy. Slowly, without haste. He throws one of his legs over you. And he does it with his usual grace. Like a dancer from a ballet troupe performing a show featuring elegant swans.

When you start to run out of saliva and suddenly gulp down only dryness in your mouth, he finally takes pity on you and lands on your lap. Sudden gust of air lifts his hair and robes slightly upward. Luuk immediately finds his preferred position. Takes your hands and without breaking eye contact places them in the dip of his waist. Then wraps his agile, slender arms around your neck and, with that sly smirk, pulls you towards him.

Your eyes dart between his scarlet irises and plump lips. Finally you lose your patience and let your lips meet his. Slightly surprised, he just smiles even wider, clearly excited. You pull each other as close as possible, breaking down all barriers and distances.

Oh, how he loves to claim your lap... Only he has the right to sit on it. And you will serve him like this whenever he desires...

Mortefi

Sometimes, when he’s working late nights at his office, he can’t help but notice through his glasses how exhausted you look. Tired of your nagging boss, dissatisfied clients, or that rude passerby who can’t even say “sorry” when they bump into you on a street. All it takes is for Mortefi to glance at you and he knows something is wrong. Your head is bowed, your shoulders slumped and only a loud sigh escapes you after a brief greeting instead of usual small talk. Suddenly, your towering posture, which evokes respect and admiration, shrinks along with your broad shoulders. Your partner immediately reciprocates your gloomy mood. Full of pity and compassion, he himself become sad. Puts aside his projects and walks towards you. Gently catches your wrist and stands on tiptoe.

-Sit -he says after planting a quick kiss on your cheek.

You nod and he lets you go satisfied. Watching as you make your way towards his chair with a sluggish steps. Mortefi closes the door behind you and turns the key. At this hour hardly anyone is working in the Department, but a little caution never hurts. He’d rather not lose face in front of his subordinates.

Before you have a chance to realize what's happening, a pair of legs appears in your line of sight. Black pants don't stand out much against dimly lighted panels. However situation changes drastically when someone unzips them and, with a slow, subtle motion, slides the fabric down. Slightly surprised youlook up and gaze at your partner in confusion. Mortefi smiles only faintly. And while using one of your shoulders for support, elegantly and gracefully slips the lower part of his clothing off. Amazed, you look back down at your favorite snow-white thighs. Perfectly contrasting with red dragon scales that reach slightly down, below the left leg of his boxers.

Pleased with himself, Mortefi lets you enjoy the view for a moment before turning his back to you and settling comfortably onto your lap. Stunned, you watch this completely unsure of what to do. As if all this hardships of today had made you totally forget that similar situations have apparently happened many times before.

Mortefi being a good partner, takes care of his dumbstruck other half. He grabs the tops of your hands with his palms. Intertwines your fingers together and then guides them to his things. He places your hands on a body similar to a comfy pillow and lets go after a moment. When he feels your composure returning,

-Just control yourself, I still have work to do -he points out, letting you have your way

You can only swallow hard and stare with fascination at that one specific spot... Of course your eyes sparkle with excitement. Once again, you have your favorite stress-relief toys at your disposal. You can’t help yourself. You simply have to start kneading them. Back and forth- Harder, gentler- Taking turns between squeezing and stroking-You admire how the excess of pressed flesh suddenly spills out between your fingers. How you leave red marks on white canvas. Your marks. Your claim on this territory.

Mortefi simply leans more comfortably against your broad, sturdy chest and lets out a satisfied sigh. As he analyzes the folders of documents, he feels great support beneath his back and at the same time pleasant tingling in his legs...

Xiangli Yao

Being the youngest multidisciplinary scientist at the Academy is a truly demanding and responsible task. It requires constant availability, endless analysis and a great deal of professionalism. All this excess of obligations are coupled with enormous amounts of stress and burnout. But fortunately Xiangli Yao found the way to solve these problems. Even though it may seem slightly unconventional...

To clarify, he didn’t come up with it himself. Someone else dragged him into this shadowy, bottomless world... Dark side of computers which he uses every day.

On one late evening... In a dark, empty laboratory.... With a lone fluorescent lamp providing light for just a single workstation... Deadline of important research shifted at the last minute by one month... And Xiangli Yao being the only one whose batteries hadn’t completely run out...

He pushed himself to finish tasks as soon as possible. Accompanied by four cups of coffee and a few energy drinks. Something finally snapped inside the man when he clicked the magic “send” button. By this one little gesture he let out all his adrenaline. With no specific goal, all the stress and exhaustion merged into one and overwhelmed poor Xiangli Yao who even forgot how to get up from a chair. With dark circles under his eyes and stained clothes, he looked like a wreck. And that’s when he heard a quiet “Psst—” in the darkness, trying to get his attention. And then “I have some good stuff". That’s exactly how Xiangli Yao got drawn into the world of gaming by a nerdy employee from another Department.

Now, when no one from his team is around... When he knows he’s completed the most crucial assignments and you’re the only one in the office/apartment... He allows himself a moment of pleasure. But the delight wouldn’t betruly fulfilled if it weren’t shared with his beloved!

Xiangli Yao doesn’t have much free time to himself, so when you’re not going together for walks, lunch breaks or exploring amusement park, he still desperately wants to have you by his side. Or maybe it’s you who wants that? Maybe you’re the one who starts walking up to his desk and asking him to stand up for a moment? But judging by your boyfriend’s excitement, he’s definitely looking forward to this moment. When you take his place in comfortable gaming chair and he, without taking his eyes off a screen, settles onto your lap and leans his back against your chest. With a big smile, he enjoys as you wrap a small blanket around both of your bodies. It’s waiting for you right there in the basket, meant precisely for such occasions. You don’t want your beloved to get cold sitting there all night wearing only your white blouse which is way too big for him and shorts. Or worse, boxers... Besides, extra layer of fabric is a great protection against your lewd thoughts... That always arise at the sight of those snow-white thighs. His long legs are always your weakness. Especially when you see them first thing in the kitchen, when Xiangli Yao is making you morning tea in exactly the same outfit. Almost as if he were wearing a nightgown...

But the protection stops working when your hands start to feel the chill and when you slide them gently from your boyfriend’s waist, guiding them under a fluffy coat... At first, you just rest them on his thigh. Xiangli Yao jumps slightly and hisses softly at the unwelcome cold that contrasts sharply with his already warm legs.

After a while though, you start to get bored... You love watching your boyfriend play. Tracking his adorable reactions or getting drawn into the game yourself. At some point however, it becomes a bit monotonous. Your limbs make themselves known and without knowing what to do with them, you start running them up and down your boyfriend’s smooth, freshly shaved thighs... They’re so soft to the touch! You just can’t resist! Sometimes you pinch them for fun, hoping he’ll jump again but he just shakes his head amused.

When you get a little too touchy and eager though, there’s no denying that his breathing speeds up slightly. And a blush creeps onto his cheeks. Whether from frustration or arousal. But when your hands shift position and accidentally slip under his shirt too... Tracing the path of his six-pack muscles... On that tiny, slim belly of his... Things start to get very risky.

-B-babe- please-... M-my game-

He whines a lot and squirms from side to side, trying to break free from your embrace. But he’s too weak. Definitely helpless in your presence. The only thing he can do right now is melt into your lap, press himself harder against your chest and shyly nestle his head into the hollow of your neck...

Brant

When he hands you his captain’s hat and calls you his captain, it goes without saying that he must treat your lap as his throne. You are one. As captain, of course. Head of one ship in two forms. One is more mischievous and playful, while the other is more responsible and firm when it comes to counting drinks.

At a feast or in a bar, he prefers not to leave you alone. He’s a bit oversensitive and needs to mark his territory. He also likes to show you off. As if laughing in everyone’s face “Look everyone, this is my man and no one can touch him”. Pirates are very sly. Not everyone should be trusted. Some try to charm you with their persona and fake good intentions. But when they get the chance, they’ll gladly take advantage of it to plunder all the treasures. And you definitely grew into a status of one of this shiny goods. You don’t look like a typical pirate. You are far too handsome and noble. Like a precious diamond. You don't resemble those drunken, vulgar and drooling comrades. This flatters Brant's ego even more. That he managed to snag someone like you. It’s an achievement of the highest scale. No sea voyage has been as fruitful as that one on which he met you.

So his uncertain companions could only envy from afar. Cast longing glances. And better not to come within range of Brant’s sword. He doesn’t have to get off your lap to take someone’s life.

You’re also comfortable... Much nicer than an old wooden chair with splinters sticking out. With a wide frame providing greater back support. Your cushioned muscles radiate warmth on a chilly evening...

Option of two people sharing one chair is also more economical! Since it takes up less space. And to be honest, when Brant drinks a lot he doesn’t really realize where he’s going or on what he’s sitting. Out of habit, you somehow always end up under his bent knees.

So no one is surprised when during the evening feast Brant suddenly slides onto your lap... In a split second. You just feel something suddenly fall onto your thighs. It doesn’t seem heavy or unpleasant to you though. Maybe you’ve just gotten used to it. Maybe carrying barrels has built up an unbridled strength in you. Or maybe he’s so smooth doing this that it’s more like a parrot dropping a nut from its beak than a man weighing several dozen pounds plopping down.

You only begin to feel the weight of his thighs after about an hour. When some vibrations suddenly start running through your numb legs... After a brief fog caused by fast drinking, Brant finally regains his energy. Rhythm of music begins to flow through his veins. And the man is torn between jumping onto the dance floor and staying close to you. Ultimately however you win this duel. It doesn’t quite make you happy though. Especially when he starts wriggling ruthlessly in a place where he shouldn’t. He’s so carefree... Completely unaware of any danger. Of the effect he has on you- Of how his round buttocks, hugged by tight white pants, press perfectly against your sensitive spot- You feel a sudden rush of adrenaline. Suffocating heat. A flush on your face. A racing heartbeat. Even a drop of sweat trickling down your temple. You clench your hands tighter around his waist, trying to keep him in check. But alcohol is giving him enormous strength. You’re helpless against the dance he’s performing on your lap. All you can do is shut your eyes tight, tilt your head back and beg for mercy.

And if you’ve lost your patience, slip one hand under his knees. Wrap the other around his back. And with a sweeping motion, lift him up and take him to your cabin...

Calcharo

Don’t even dream that he’ll sit on your lap of his free will. He’d rather jump off a bridge or throw himself in front of a truck than allow himself to commit such a humiliating, unmanly act.

You can ask him. You can beg him. Lurk for his weakness. Offer yourself in every possible way. And he’ll still flat-out refuse you. He’ll always pull away inches before his legs touch yours.

The only way to experience this special sensation is to approach Calcharo with a trick. Well, maybe not exactly a trick... Because man knows exactly what you're up to.

You have to win this. Make a bet and fight for everything. Sometimes it's “just” a card game, sometimes a full-on sparring match, sometimes a competition to see who completes more missions in a week. It's never a simple or ordinary task. Despite the peaceful atmosphere, you always give it your all. Until the last drop of sweat and the last cut on your body. Unfortunately with Calcharo’s experience and strength you often lose. Maybe you play the "typical male role" in this relationship but that doesn’t take anything away from your boyfriend. He’s always been independent, firm and dominant. Before meeting you, he couldn’t even imagine that he might ever submit to anyone. And even now, he rarely does.

But it does happen. Though only when he wants to. Or when he feels sorry for you...

When you manage to humble his confidence and win, you always wish for just one thing. Calcharo has no choice but to agree. Honour and keeping his word are sacred. But it has to happen on his terms. You have to be alone. Preferably in your bedroom, because that’s the only place where he feels completely safe and discreet. After all, only the two of you have access there. You have to be free the next day. Because he doubts he’ll be able to pull himself together within 24 hours. Not with these emotions and this embarrassment. It’s best if night has already fallen, so you’ve finished all your chores and your evening routine. And above all, under no circumstances you can never tell anyone about this. Not even him. Never try to utter words “do you remember when…”. He swears your nose will buddy up with his fist. You have no right to use this weakness against him. He doesn’t want to bring up this “life-altering trauma.”

-Come here, love-

You try to coax him over, beckoning him with a wave of your hand. You’re sitting on the edge of a bed and he’s looking at you warily from across the room. As if he’s about to spot some trap in your lap.

In the end though, he gives in to the will to get it all over with as quickly as possible. He sits down on your lap sideways. Acting as if offended. Not even bothering to look at you. His arms are crossed over his chest, unwilling to touch you any further. You can feel how tense he is on your thighs. It’s so awkward and comical. And yet so damn cute and entertaining. You soak up the sight and get high on it like on finest liquor.

Hesitantly, you raise your hands and slowly bring them towards him. Testing the waters. When you don’t see any fangs showing, you seize the opportunity and suddenly trap him in a tight embrace. Calcharo hisses at this, as if unhappy. But when you pull him closer and you both suddenly fall back onto the expensive sheets, one corner of his lips gently lifts upward. In the end you attention can be very pleasant...

Chisa

-S-senpai?

You suddenly hear her shy question. Chisa looks at you completely lost, with wide eyes and her lips slightly parted. One moment she was walking along the sidewalk to the library across the university courtyard and the next she was abruptly pulled by the wrist towards a nearby bench. She didn’t even have time to react before she fell onto your lap with a loud thud. She frantically tried to adjust ruffles of her skirt. Attempting to cover her bare thighs as best she could. Short fabric however did a poor job of fulfilling its purpose. In this position, it perfectly exposed most of Chisa body, allowing her delicate legs to glisten in the afternoon sun.

-I have to borrow some books before break ends-

She said pleadingly, trying to slip out of your embrace. Your fingers burned her hips through the layer of her uniform. They caused a slight tingling. Rush of excitement. Quickened her heartbeat.

With a slow but precisely calculated movement, you slid your hands dangerously low. Chisa suddenly clenched her legs tighter. She began to fear further consequences. Don’t think about it- don’t think about it... Embarrassed, she even bit her lower lip chewing on it relentlessly.

-Another research project?

Chisa nodded her petite head in agreement. With her tiny, delicate fingers she fiddled with the hem of her black sweater.

-Group work. Presentation will account for forty percent of our grade for this course in summer semester

Adored by rosy cheeks, she frantically avoided your eye contact.

-Hmm... -you pretended to think for a moment- But I don’t want to let you go just yet...

You began to debate with a sly smirk. Girl instantly grew nervous and tensed up. Like a rabbit at the sight of a fox lurking nearby. Her nose began to wrinkle slightly as she tried to take a breath and control her frustration.

-... But- I-

-You what? Don’t want to spend time with your boyfriend?

-N-no! S-senpai, i-it’s not like that!- she raised her hands high and began waving them in denial.

-Great -you admitted satisfied- So let’s stay that way-

Defeated Chisa let out a sigh and dropped her shoulders. She didn’t stand a chance against you anyway. She always caves in to you. It seems like she’ll have to go get the materials the next day-...

-I’ll walk you to the library before the next class starts. Just give me five minutes -you replied with a yawn, feeling sorry for your hard-working girlfriend’s grades. Someone has to tutor you eventually...

You closed your eyes and rested your heavy head on Chisa’s shoulder. Maybe a little nap wouldn’t be a bad idea? Especially after an all-night party...

Cantarella

She is not shy about it at all. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Sometimes you’re the one left with flushed cheeks when she suddenly does it in public. She just knocks you off guard. And to be honest, you have to watch yourself really carefully so you don’t get aroused in front of your friends. That would be too embarrassing...

And when you have someone like her on your lap, this task becomes very difficult. Not only is the head of Fisalia family an epitome of beauty but thin fabric of her dress serves no barrier whatsoever. And a close-up view from above of what’s hidden in the area of her chest? It’s just too much. Someone better get a fan 'cause you're about to faint-

Cantarella takes a great pleasure in your reaction. She laughs softly at the feel of your stiffened muscles and look of terror in your eyes. And then she taps your nose with one finger. With that charming smile of hers. Full of pride. As if she knew exactly how she affects you. And knew that you knew it too. But you’re too pure and too much of a gentleman to do anything about it in front of others. Move on to second base... And you certainly couldn’t push her off your lap either. That’s why she loves you, sometimes you can be sooo sweet~

Besides in her company probably everyone loses control. It’s hard not to succumb to such a sly beauty...

She definitely doesn’t lose her confidence while sitting on you and treats it like a completely normal situation. Even when your friends give you suggestive looks, she pretends not to notice them at all. As if it were obvious that you’re her chair. She talks to them freely and praises you nonstop. Something like “My hubby did this- my hubby did that-”

She probably also plays with strands of your hair that fall across your forehead and massages your head with slow movements. A bit like with a mother’s tenderness. Even though you don’t have children yet, her instinct as the perfect lady of the house is already awakening. She’s made for the role of a wife and mother who would keep the household in perfect order.

Oh, but don’t worry! When you’re alone in her mansion (that means: now your mansion) you make the most of the opportunity! And you spring into action right away. Grabbing her firmly by thick thighs and then carrying her like a princess into a bedroom. That’s when she lets out a sudden cry of surprise...

Zani

Sometimes when you visit her office at the bank you can see just how tired she is. She walks with slow, sluggish steps and a downcast expression. As if all her energy has been drained from her. Zani pretends she doesn’t care about anything. That she just wants to get the job done and go on her long-awaited vacation. But you know there’s more to it than that. That she puts her whole heart into her work. So when someone completely fails to appreciate her dedication, piling on more tasks and criticizing her, she withdraws and truly feels mentally exhausted. She needs companionship. And who could do a better job here than her own fiancé?

You take a seat in her swivel chair and pat your lap in inviting gesture. Zani seizes the opportunity and slides onto you without a moment of hesitation. You feel her pleasant weight on you. Her plump thighs are impossible to ignore. Tight fabric of her elegant pants perfectly highlights all the curves. Thin threads barely keep everything in place. You don’t know where to focus your attention. On that appetizing part of her leg that you use as a pillow every free evening? Or on that narrow waist, perfectly highlighted by firmly fastened belt? Together with her broad chest and wide hips, whole creates the perfect hourglass figure for Zani.