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☆ Struggling to take their size ☆

Jing Yuan, Dr Ratio, Wriothesley, Zhongli x fem reader. [Inspired by Mydei version]

cw: smut, soft dom, praise, size kink, Zhongli having draconic features, breeding kink for Zhongli, fear of pain during intimacy. [back to m.list]

Not suitable for minors!

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Jing Yuan

Patient, gentle, warm. Jing Yuan has been always like this with you, and the current situation didn’t make him any different. Struggling under him on bed, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he felt a sense of duty to help you deal with his size—especially when you were crying out for him like this.

“Jing Yuan… it won’t fit!” you whined sadly, your legs tightening around him, as you felt frustrated that he could have fitted only the tip of his fat cock into you so far.

Jing Yuan chuckled, the lightness of his laugh meant to tell you that the situation is not as bad if he’s here, gripping your hips gently. “Is this how little faith you have in me?” he teased with a warm smile, before he leaned down to press a kiss onto forehead. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry, my dear.”

Holding an eye contact with you in this position, he attempted to get you to loosen up for him, by teasing and stirring your wet entrance and folds with his tip, while peppering your face in little presses of his lips. Gently moving his hips back and forth, Jing Yuan was keeping the tip caught in your hole, drawing out even more arousal from you. Just his tip made your tight hole feel parted away for him.

You were given a messy, sloppy kiss while he kept relaxing you with his cock like this, until he was finally able to push inside, letting you feel the fullness and stretch you desperately missed for the moment prior; even if now Jing Yuan’s cock felt as if it was splitting you apart. He wiped the kiss drool off of your now dazed face.

“See? You opened up so nicely for me… just leave the rest to me,” he reassured with a tighter grip on your hips. Jing Yuan started with a slower pace to let you get used to him even more, but kept the strokes nicely deep and strong for his beloved, cursing quietly at how much pleasure your tight heat was giving him already. He even lowered his heavy body on top of yours, to let his weight reassure you further, and for him to enjoy the warmth and softness of your own body.

Dr Ratio

“If you won’t stop squirming, it won’t really help your case, you realize that?” Veritas sighed. He was lying behind you on your side, on your shared bed, one of your legs bent forward to uncover your pussy for him, but you just wouldn’t let him do his job. Veritas knew you had a tendency to unnecessarily stress yourself out during intimacy, worried about his size even if he had proven you many times that there’s nothing to be stressed about. And while Veritas could be patient and methodical if needed to be, he required your cooperation too.

“What are you even so worried about, hm?” he asked more quietly with a gentle press of kiss onto your ear, the low timber sending a chill through you. His left arm was under your body, wrapped around your torso and letting its hand fondle your breast. The other hand, kept that leg forward steadily.

“What if it doesn’t fit this time? Maybe I’m—“ you said worryingly, but he didn’t let you finish the sentence. “I’ll make it fit, as I always do,” he hushed you sternly. He did not mean to be rough with you, but sometimes it was needed to bring you back.

His heavy cocked rubbed itself against your slit, right between your lips, making you stop your talk and moan instead. The glide was smooth, with the extensive foreplay Veritas has given you a moment ago… it was just your anxiety holding you back. But him playing with your breasts like that, his cock frying your nerves or your slit and rubbing against your clit too, you were giving into the pleasure instead.

“Veritas…” you moaned out, throwing your head back against his hard chest. “Yes, I’m here,” he said more softly. His hand on your breast slipped down between your legs instead, now circling on your clit with more pressure than just strokes of his cock. He kept his right hand on your thigh steady, its strength not letting it close under the sweet stimulation.

Soon, he was slipping his cock into you with ease as his arms held you caged, and your worries were now replaced with you spilling out whines for more. So full of Veritas, feeling a prickling warmth of having your walls stretched for him, needing to grab onto the bedsheets ahead of you… even breathing was getting difficult, entirely overwhelmed by the pressure of him inside your pussy.

“Now, no need to whine anymore… you’ve taken it so well after all,” he said with pride at his results, and his hand lifted itself up from between your thighs to turn your head to the side, by your chin, and give you a heated kiss. It was then when his heavy thrusts began, and he pressed his body tighter to yours, tightening his jaw as you were provoking him to be too vocal for his own liking. Veritas buried his face in your neck, muting his low-toned moans, as he set on the challenge to have his balls slap your skin hard with his fast pace and strong force, forcing your folds to spread for his wide girth each move.

No stress was left in you, other than the one of you wanting to come.

Wriothesley

You were impaled on Wriothesley’s fatness of his cock already, resting on top of him with his hand on your hips and giving him such a perfect view of your lovely body, but… you were too scared to move. Wriothesley filled you up so nicely, you could feel him put a pressure on your cervix and still not be inside fully, base remaining unwrapped by you; but you didn’t have a mental fortitude to move when you were so full.

“No… Wriothesley, I can’t do it like that!” you cried out. “You’re too big!”

“I’m too big?” he said cockily, with a rub of his hand on your thigh, meant to be calming. “You say that almost every night, and yet here you are again, all nicely filled up by me?” he feigned confusion.

The hand on your thigh went up to your clit, circling it around, even more when you moaned. “Y-yes, but… it’s different in this position. I feel like a skewer,” you said shakily with a whimper at another roll.

“Should I help my beautiful girlfriend then?” he inquired lowly, his eyes once again going up and down over your bare and impaled figure on top of his body. Seeing you so full of him… he wished he could abandon any duties and fuck you for the rest of the weekend on this bed, in this room in the fortress.

When you nodded eagerly, he grabbed your hips again with his big and scarred hands. “Alright, anything my princess demands…” he teased with a laughter ending up breathy, because when he started to grind into you to help you ease, the squeeze of your pussy was bit too much for even him and he groaned. He rolled his hips back and forth, letting your walls be teased in pleasurable ways with his cock grinding inside of you, making you both crazy. Suddenly, it didn’t feel that scary. Not when you he was hitting against your g-spot with grinds like this.

It felt so good, you didn’t even notice when Wriothesley was lifting you up a little, and helping you with small thrusts. Your pussy swallowed his size eagerly, and you felt stretched on him to the maximum, but it was no longer unbearable.

“There we go, all ready for me…” Wriothesley praised, and lifted you off his cock by your hips even higher, before forcing you down on his cock more harshly. You let out a silent scream, but felt gladder than ever, and had to quickly grab onto muscular chest to hold onto, as he took you for a ride.

Zhongli

Your lover was more on a leaner side, so the first time you gave yourself to him, you didn’t expect his size to be… that. Dragon physics, almost disproportionally big to his size, were a problem for you even years later.

Your bottom hanging in the air, your face down onto the pillow—it was a position as if Zhongli was being meant to breed his mate. The spread of you like this was very enticing to him and his nature. Even when you squirmed and cried, telling him it will hurt.

“Will hurt?” Zhongli asked with a small amusement, his hands rubbing your sides as he was behind you on his knees, just the tip of his thick cock inside. “Hurt”… as if Zhongli would ever let this happen. As if he didn’t always make you desperate for more.

“My love, I always make myself fit into you in the end. You can relax by my side, I won’t let it hurt,” he said calmly, before he lowered his head to kiss between your shoulder blades. It made you feel more comfortable, but you still were anxious by how your hole kept trying to force his cock out with how tight your pussy felt on him.

“But it’s too big…” you complained with a sniffle. “It won’t enter!”

“Shhh…” Zhongli kept his tip out and in, moving his cock like that, and put his finger into your hole, right next to his tip to help you make space inside your sweet walls. You mewled at additional pressure, but his finger quickly rewarded you with a rub against your best spot. “Zhongli…” you whined, feeling fuller and better.

“You’re doing great…” he praised, leaning to kiss your nape. When your pleasure and wetness grew even more, Zhongli started to finally push his thickness into you, making you gasp. “Yes…!” you were so relieved, even if even more overwhelmed by your walls being forced to accommodate for Zhongli.

Your hips up in the air wriggled, your tears stained the pillow with your face below, and with a sight as erotic as this, Zhongli had no choice but to start fucking you roughly. He thought of how you, soon, will be full of his seed dripping out of you, and was fantasizing that one day, it’ll turn into something more—in any case, your belly will be left bloated in both scenarios.

His hands on your hips, he snapped your lower body against his abdomen back and forth, his balls slapping against your clit. “You took all of me. Now you’ll let me have you properly, won’t you?” he asked through teeth, hissing at how much your pussy squeezed on his cock.

You could have only nodded into the pillows in ecstasy.

#📖┇renee recs #[🍓] jing yuan #[🍓] dr ratio #[🍓] wriothesley #[🍓] zhongli

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kazuberri · 6 days ago

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#🌸 reneecore

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kazuberri · 6 days ago

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Full on my boosty website 0-0

#🎨┇art gallery #[🍓] sunday

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kazuberri · 7 days ago

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"fuck." a low hoarse curse tumbles from caleb's throat. with his hips pinning yours against the mattress there's truly nowhere for you to go. one thick palm slides up the curve of your ass, keeping you pulled flush against him while his other hand tugs at the metallic chain around his neck, slinging the dog tags to the back once more. his pace only falters for a moment before he picks it back up again, pounding into you, fucking you hard and deep. your blunt nails dug into the firm and taunt muscles of his shoulders and back, anything to keep you tethered as he fucks you. there's an audible squealch that rings through the room, your cunt making a mess of his pelvis, creaming his cock.

a low and frustrated growl vibrates in his chest when his dogtags slide around his neck once more, dangling right in your face, the metal glinting and swaying with every thrust. his hand, this time with a slight tremble to it, comes up to grab the two tags, bringing them up to his mouth as he bites down on them. you shouldn't find the sight as erotic as you do — sweat beading around his temples, his brows furrowed in focus, the muscles of his abdomen tightening with every heavy thrust into your fluttering cunt. caleb feels you clenching around him and a faint smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. he knows your close, he knows your body too well for you to hide anything from him. "c'mon," he grits out. "give it to me. be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?"

#📖┇renee recs #[🍓] Caleb #strawberry patch : christine

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kazuberri · 7 days ago

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How they sleep with you (sfw)

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Wriothesley

he always comes to the bed after you and tries to move carefully in order to not wake you if you have already fallen asleep

he is a big spoon so he hugs you from behind really nice and comfy

usually very tired of late shifts at work so probably will be dead asleep the next few seconds. You’d pull the blanket over him ensuring he doesn't catch a cold. Oh, he loves when you take care of him :(

he gives out the best hugs and is actually very warm, like a big old wolf can be your personal blanket. Even though you would still wrap the both of you into the fuzzy blanket knowing that this silly man probably doesn't realise that the nights are getting longer and freezing

loves nuzzling into your hair, coz your scent makes him relaxed and he’ll likely have a good night sleep after a sniff of his significant other

Tartaglia

he is actually very sweet and gentle in the bed with you, especially before sleep when the both of you likely end up tired after work

removes his accessories, rings, gloves only to gently wrap his bare hands around you. tartaglia is a big spoon as well. he does not fail to amaze you with how smooth his hands feel against your arm compared to his finesse in a battlefield

loves warm temperature so makes sure both of you are wrapped in huge fuzzy blankets

loves a good mug of hot chocolate or honey herbal tea before sleep and will make you one too!

although loves being a boss aka big spoon, will die for you to lie on his chest <3

Neuvillette

being a small spoon he loves when you wrap your arms around his broad chest, he finds it very comfy and in a way, soothing

Neuvillette is extremely shy and solitary so he won’t usually ask you for something but sharing a nice cup of warm water before sleep with you is his guilty pleasure. There is just something super endearing about sharing his favourite drink intimately with you, under the moonlight and rain…

he takes big pleasure in being undressed by you, he just wants to feel you remove these formal indigo layers from his shoulders. will also let you personally remove his feather hair pin and unclip other accessories from his lavish outfit

even though his eyes look cold sometimes he ensures his significant other doesn't doubt his affection which is showing quite well in how he holds you in sleep

holds your hand in the sleep so tight as if afraid you will disappear the next day. Neuvillette enjoys your company more than he is going to admit. Hard on the outside - sweet inside, he almost innocently kisses your forehead and cheek before sleep so that you almost forget how stiff and rough this man is in court

Pantalone

sleep? doesn’t know him. This man has huge eyebags coz apparently he sleeps in the office…

his face looks completely different without glasses and you cannot help but be in awe every night, seeing the perfect shape of his eyes clearly and slight hints of exhaustion after the whole CEO work

after having you help him inject insulin, he lets you take his gloves off, and even though he’s been sharing domestic pleasures with you for a while, still wary of showing his bare hands to you every time, coz he has an eczema he finds disgusting. will hum quietly while you spread a gentle cream over his hands as a skincare routine procedure before sleep

he is attached to you more than he initially planned to and it is showing in the way his hands “accidentally” graze yours or his eyes examine your sleepy face before he drifts off too. You’re left mesmerised at how this man, a heartless businessman, treats you so softly and dearly

is actually capable of comforting someone, so will do a great deal of comforting you if something about your mood seems off. He is not very sensitive to emotions but he understands you logically, judging by your body language, routine or the way you talk. Trust me, this man is the gentlest when it comes to your vulnerability, he will ensure 💯 that you feel safe and happy enough, so he will hug you SO tight in the sleep, in order to just soothe you

Alhaitham

cannot let you fall asleep without night cuddles when he with his muscular chest loves pressing you into the sheets

even though he is grumpy about it, allows you dismantle his clothes. There is something endearing about touching his biceps and chest while you undress him

Alhaitham loves when you sniff his hair and bury your face into it. He might possibly lay closer to you so that your nose bumps in his head or throat

turns his relaxing lo-fi kind of music on so that you can enjoy it too and tune into sleep with him

he sleeps very quietly and peacefully but can wake up to a single noise. Be sure to hold him close and not wake him <3

Capitano

loves caressing your soft tummy when you’re in the bed with him

when it’s a cold night and even heating doesn't seem to help, you pull his toned body on top of yours so that he provides additional warmth and comfort. Capitano loves laying on top of you, but concerned he’ll be too heavy for you

he won't let you fall asleep without a night kiss, he’s so addicted to your lips that he just won't allow you go to bed without bringing that sweetest gentlest smooch to your lips

he goes to bed quite early which is understandable for a gentleman coded guy like him. If you are not sleepy and plan to play in your phone he won't have objections to it however. He will pull his blanket up his body and let you enjoy your stuff while he is attempting to sleep

He is a tea drinker, so herbal tea before sleep is must have for him. One of his personal favourites is - camomile tea

Dottore

he is actually the sweetest when it comes to before sleep procedures. He loves doing domestic stuff with you a whole lot

night time is probably the only way for you to see his face coz he removes his mask. He’s afraid he might hurt you since you sleep wrapping your body around him while he buries his face into your neck from behind

he is very sensitive to your emotions so if you seem upset for the evening he will make jokes (even if unfunny or cringey) to ensure your mood is changed. He can't bare to see you frustrated and wants you to be as comfortable as possible, since you have already given him enough - like trust, patience and affection

brushing or playing with your hair is his addiction before sleep. He is not exactly the tidiest person around but he loves touching your hair and he even says that you inspired him to take more care of his own

lots of talk talk meaningless talk about his theories before sleep because he loves sharing his personal opinions and ideas with you. He trusts you this much

Dainsleif

cold on the outside, becomes softer the longer you know him, this man being a tsundere king isn't very touchy with you, however during sleep he subconsciously tries to reach your hand, to feel your warmth

you love listening to his stories about his adventures and travels, his experience is sure long and enticing enough for you

is also a tea drinker before sleep. Just imagine pyjamas wearing Dainsleif in slippers as he waits for his tea to be ready

you love ruffling his blonde hair as the both of you lie down. Though he groans in dissatisfaction, subconsciously he loves it too but never admits it

this man loves sleeping only in his boxers so you are for sure going to feel the warmth of his body and smell his natural scent as he is pressed close to the sleepy you

Baizhu

he makes sure he folded every one of his working papers and sorted all medicine bags as he gets into the sheets with you

he is prone to feeling chronically cold, so he will pull you close to get some of your warmth for himself (that’s a bit yandere of him don’t you think)

Baizhu is very tidy and neat so one of your favourite things is touching his silky hair and his clean fingers as the both of you slowly drift away to sleep

he shares one trait with Pantalone - staring at his beloved one’s face until he completely falls asleep limp. He is addicted to you and your face as if your whole presence is some sort of a drug

anxious of discovering an empty bed. he holds you so close as if a single thought of you slipping off his fingers terrifies him. Will be really irritated if you two do not wake up simultaneously

#📖┇renee recs #[🍓] wriothesley #[🍓] childe #[🍓] neuvillette #[🍓] pantalone #[🍓] alhaitham #[🍓] capitano #[🍓] dottore #[🍓] dainsleif #[🍓] baizhu

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kazuberri · 12 days ago

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mavuika + breeding kink

warnings: smut (mdni), mavuika x sub!fem reader, wlw content, strap-on usage, cunnilingus, breeding kink, soft sex, size kink, bruises (she's strong)

a/n: are you not entertained???? also, mav is a family woman. she would love to have kids with you :(( and she's very gentle. also sorry it kinda goes right to the smut. i hope i wrote mavuika okay, it has been a while aksjdk.

her body hovers over yours on the bed, caging you in like a tiger that had finally caught its prey. one of her hands firmly holds both your wrists down, yet you don't bother squirming or wasting energy. you want this just as much as she does.

mavuika leans down, her breath ghosting over your cheek as her lips graze the shell of your ear. her knee slides up to press against your clothed cunt, eliciting a soft gasp from your own lips. you can feel her slight smile against your skin. "someone's excited." she hums.

"mavuika, don't tease-" you huff at her, watching her lean back up over you. her free hand comes to take your chin, pulling you in for a sweet, slow kiss.

she's aware of her own strength when it comes to you. of course, she knows you like it rough sometimes, but rough doesn't begin to describe her full potential. so she'll play along carefully.

you grind down against her knee while her tongue maps out your mouth. her hand flexes as it holds your wrist, sure to leave bruises that you'll be happy to admire tomorrow.

"mavuika..." you whine when she leans away. "where are you going?" she laughs, shaking her head, tapping your nose.

she fetches the strap, slowly unzipping her leather suit as you watch with wide eyes. you admire the expanses of skin she's revealed to you, particularly hovering over her full chest.

she sends you a little smile, tilting your chin playfully back up to her eyes while she leaves the rest of her suit bunched by her hips, fastening the strap over it.

before you can reach for her, she pushes you back down, settling to her knees on the floor. she yanks you by your hips, enjoying your little squeak as she spreads your thighs over her shoulders, sliding your panties to the side.

"pretty..." she comments, kissing over your thighs as you whimper, hips pushing up, eager to feel her tongue.

"please- please?" ah, your pleas are too cute for her to ignore.

she uses her tongue dutifully, lapping over you like you were her last meal. her hands grip your thighs, leaving bruises to match your wrists. you can hear her grunting against you, your back arching as you chase the feeling.

your hands take purchase in her hair, grasping at the soft strands as they tangle between your fingers. she allows you to ride her tongue, taking pleasure for yourself as you cry out her name.

she loves seeing you like this. so sweet and pliant. so eager.

once she's dragged you over the edge, she eases you back down, standing up to wipe her mouth and stare at your breathless form. she rests your legs back down, ensuring her strap was secure.

"are you tired?" she asks, hearing you scoff, rolling onto your stomach and propping your ass up for her.

"you're asking me that when you're about to fuck me. of course not."

she holds you up, fixing your arch into something picturesque as her tip bumps against your pussy. she slowly slides herself through your sensitive folds, eyeing every little reaction your body gives her.

"ready?" she always asks, even in the throes of pleasure. all she cares about is you.

you nod for her, peering back over your shoulder. "mhm... please."

she slides her strap in slowly, making sure your discomfort is minimal. she leans down, her warm, bare front pressing to your back. her breasts are so soft as they press against you, reminding you of her presence as she slides deeper into you.

"that's it, you're such a good girl for me." she smiles, pressing gentle kisses across your shoulders, up to your hair.

"move... please. need more-" you always give her the go-ahead, knowing she only wants to give what you are ready to take.

her hips move gingerly at first, as per usual. your hips are where her hands stay, digging in as she begins to tug you back against her rather than thrusting on her own. it's a silent reminder of her strength, and she knows you love it.

"more, please... want you to..." you grow quiet, mustering up the courage to beg for what you really want. "fill me up...want a baby with you, mav."

her hips stutter, hands flexing into your skin. "a baby?" she asks softly, hand sliding up to tilt your chin to face her.

you nod, looking shy. "whether it's possible... or not. i want a family with you. i know you'd be a wonderful mother." you admit shyly to her, leaning back a bit to press against her.

"sweetheart..." she breathes softly, her heart fluttering. your hips push back against hers, a silent plea to keep fucking you as she shudders. "you want a baby, huh? it won't happen today, but-" she pulls you up to your knees, caging your throat without pressing down as she sinks you lower on her strap while you whine. "we can try, that's for damn sure."

she bounces you like you're little more than a toy- albeit a very beloved one. you mewl with every thrust, listening to her little mumbles about having a family with you, filling you up, fucking you full.

it only sends you closer to the edge, feeling her slowly losing control. she grows rougher with her treatment, slamming her hips into yours, wishing desperately she could breed you right here, right now.

she pushes you back down onto the bed on your stomach, shoving your head into the soft pillows.

she fucks you like she means it, fast and hard as she feels you cumming around her, working you through it and beyond. "mav- mavuika- want-" your sentences turn to babbling as she watches you grow overwhelmed beneath her, only able to beg for her to fuck you harder.

and, oh, it feels so good to be her sweet little toy. you just hope she can find a way to really fill you up soon ♡

#📖┇renee recs #[🍓] mavuika #cw breeding

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kazuberri · 13 days ago

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Snowy Blossoms

#🌸 reneecore

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kazuberri · 13 days ago

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The Enchanted City (1922)

#💞┇renee reblogs

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kazuberri · 21 days ago

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യ TRYING TO KEEP QUIET, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

fem reader x sunday, dan heng, dr ratio, aventurine & jing yuan ( separate ) ; exhibitionism. petnames used; my dear, my angel. fingering. teasing. dry humping. f! oral receiving. sneaking around & trying to keep quiet. thigh riding.

word count. 885 to 1.1k max. ₊ 𓂃 return to masterlist.

౿ SUNDAY

You can still faintly hear the music from the banquet as you rest in the corridor just short from the hall. It’s quite a risky display really— your back is pressing tight against the wall and your elegant dress is hiked up around your hips, held there by hands that seem to tremble with your movements.

Sunday had been quite convincing when he’d lured you away from the festivities, a routine that you found to be quite comforting. You’re sure it was hard for him to entertain guests all night, you yourself always found the room to become quite stuffy quite quickly. So you were never one to deny him when it came to his want to have a little alone time with you instead — serving as an opportunity to recharge his batteries.

Well, that’s what you’d expected anyway.

But one could probably imagine your surprise when Sunday had pressed you up against the wall you reside on now, breathed into your mouth as he kissed you and trembled when you’d wrapped yourself around him in response.

It was unlike him to take initiative like this, especially not in such scenarios — but how were you supposed to deny him when he’d given you such a lidded, yearning look. Like he’d been holding himself back all night and couldn’t wait to finally have you in such a position, finally all alone.

He’d dropped to his knees a moment later to shove himself beneath your dress, and now you’re arching into his mouth like you’re not only mere moments away from a banquet full of esteemed quests. The thought of that in itself makes you tremble into the press of his tongue before you moan.

And you feel Sunday’s hands squeeze into your hips at the sound before he hums, “Keep your voice down, my angel. Lest I assume you want us to be found in such a… disorderly state.” The tone of it seems to tremble through you as his lips close around your clit, and were it not for his touch on your body — you think you would’ve collapsed to the ground right now.

It would be quite bothersome were someone to find you like this — you were both a sight, the Oak Family head especially as he rests on his knees now. His usual perfect appearance is mused, shirt untucked and gloves discarded on the floor at your feet. His hair is a mess, he’s sweating hard and the lower half of his face is wet — soaked.

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.”

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