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Trying to hold back your moans while Kujou Sara fucks your brains out against the door of her office. Hands cuffed behind you so she can hold the chains with one hand while the other presses you into the door. You don't want someone to hear you, so do your best to keep your voice under control. Don't worry, she'll just try even harder to hear that pretty little voice singing her name.

hngh hands cuffed by kujou sara, i see her as someone who'd be gentle during sex, asking if what she's doing is okay every minute but this is good too.

you probably did something very bad for sara to fuck you like that. not able to escape when your hands are cuffed behind you while her hips keep hitting your ass in every thrust, the sound of flesh slapping is so loud, it can be heard from the other side of the door.

sara has a lot of patience so she'll just keep a steady rhythm for a while, wanting to catch you off guard when she starts fucking you against the door harder and harder until you can't hold back your voice anymore.

you'd be screaming and creaming but sara is relentless, ignoring the pool of cum on the floor where the two of you are standing as she pushes you into the door even harder.

she has a lot of stamina so you'd stay in that position for a while, making you cum over and over again before she lifts you up in her arms. she'll make your legs wrap around her waist before pressing your back against the door as she continues pounding you there.

trapped in between the door and her perfectly toned body, with your hands still cuffed behind... you'd be forced to take everything she gives you for hours.

sara has been poisoned.

you know this because she has been sick longer than any fever lasts for, but more so because you’ve spent nearly the entire past decade of your life studying poisons in sumeru. the anatomy of a poisoning is an old friend of yours; the poison, the poisoned organism, the injury to the cells, and the symptoms and signs—which is usually succeeded by death, although you are not so unskilled to undo the effects of a simple almond-based poison. no, the poison itself is not your concern, hastily and poorly concocted as it is.

no, your concern is the bastard who would dare do such a thing to your wife.

sara shivers as you pat a damp cloth to her forehead. her face is flushed with fever, sweat beading on her neck. her fingers grip and relax the bedding of her futon, eyes squeezed shut as the poison rips through her. you’ve already administered the antidote, but the aftereffects are still something sara must weather alone. it makes your heart ache. you are used to seeing your wife as a pillar of strength, so to see her reduced to quivering frailness brings out a grief in your heart you only experienced once, as your mother lay dying. you lean down and press a kiss to her forehead, squeezing her hand. sara groans, but some of the tension in her expression melts at the gesture.

just then, the door slides open with a soft sound. by the cadence of the footsteps—even, controlled, but with the weight of the house’s master—you know it is your brother, ayato. you do not look at him when you speak, your voice deceptively soft.

“have you discovered the culprit, brother?”

ayato hums behind you. “i have. one kujou kurose, a minor officer from one of the kujou branch families.”

“a fellow member of the kujou?”

“yes. though, he has made his disapproval of takayuki’s adoption of sara clear from the beginning. now that takayuki is out of the picture, i suspect he felt bold enough to make his move and get rid of her as well.”

you snort derisively as you brush some damp hair out of sara’s face. “he would commit treason out of jealousy?”

“the human heart is fickle,” ayato says evenly. “so, what is it you plan to do, sister?”

you tuck the sheets a little tighter around sara, then rise to your feet. you turn, and offer ayato a carefully measured smile—the smile your father taught both you and ayato to wear; the one that brings with it unrest. ayato recognises it innately, and a spark of amusement lights up his usually placid eyes.

“why, invite them to tea, of course.”

-

kujou kurose is a poor actor.

you learn this as you sit across from him at tea, listening to him ramble and rave about just how terrible it is for general kujou to have fallen ill. your hands squeeze your teacup tight enough that the glass might have cracked in your grip. instead, you grit your teeth and patiently endure his incessant blabbering, before insisting he have some tea.

“sakura blend,” you elaborate. “the petals came from the sacred sakura. it is intended to promote good health.”

kujou kurose idly strokes his beard and chuckles. “is that so? then let us drink to general kujou’s continued good health. please, pour some for me.”

you smile—polite as ever—and lean forward to lift the teapot. the collar of your kimono shifts with the action, and you can feel kurose’s eyes linger on the brief flash of your exposed collarbones. a stab of annoyance flickers through you, but you tamp it down. you pour his tea, then return to your seated position. kurose, to his credit, is not so barbaric to forget the etiquette of tea. he sips his tea from his cup slowly, expression smoothing out as the warm, sweet liquid tips down his throat. your smile does not leave your face. when he sets his cup back down, his expression is utterly calm, relaxed.

fool.

your own tea is untouched. you watch him carefully as you speak. “is the tea to your liking, my lord?”

kurose gives you a look. opens his mouth and tries to speak.

he fails.

you cannot stop the sheer delight on your face as you watch the man realise he cannot move at all. his eyes, once arrogant and deceptive, are now filled solely with fear. rage flickers across his expression briefly, but the fear resurges without mercy as he experiences what it is like to have no control over your body. as he remains stone-still in paralyzed fear, you raise your own cup to your lips and take a sip. the tea is warm and sweet—but to your seasoned palette of poisons, the subtle bitter hints of paralytic are obvious.

not that it bothers you. you’ve been ingesting your own poisons (in controlled doses, of course) since your first year at the akademiya to get a leg up on your coursemates in describing and documenting the effects of assorted poisons. suffice to say, you’ve developed a reasonable amount of tolerance to poisons, especially the ones you crafted yourself.

others, like kurose? not so much.

when you set your teacup down, there is nothing in his expression but despair. that dark, vindictive part of you howls with glee at the sight, and you give him your first true smile of the afternoon. when you speak, your voice is low, like a serpent slithering through tall grass.

“did you think i would not know, kurose?” you use his first name casually, as befitting your status both as a kamisato, and the general’s wife. “the walls have ears, kurose, and you have been so very loud.”

his throat bobs. you had given him just enough of a dosage to paralyze most of his muscles, but not enough to freeze the ones in his lungs or heart. at least, not yet.

“i know you poisoned my wife,” you continue, your tone hardly betraying anything. the conversation flows as if you were merely speaking of ther weather. “and i know it is because you are too much of a bitch to face her in honorable combat.”

if kurose could move, he would have flinched. but he can’t, so the best he can manage is a frenzied look of pure panic in his eyes.

“so you resorted to these… pathetic, underhanded methods you know sara would never dream of partaking in. and you thought, like this, you might win. and even if she didn’t die, you could not be implicated because of a lack of evidence, and that sara’s own respect for the law would let you walk free. but i’m afraid your cowardice is only matched by your stupidity,” you spit, unable to contain your vitriol any longer. “because if you think i subscribe to such restrictions, you are sorely mistaken.”

you have been away from inazuma for years, studying in the land of wisdom. and many have forgotten just who you are, but you are a kamisato. they call your sister a heron, sweet and beautiful. they call your brother a fox, cunning and charming. but you? you are nothing so warm-blooded. you are a snake in the grass, coiled in on yourself, fangs filled with venom. and archons help whoever is foolish enough to tread too close to your nest.

“make an attempt on my wife’s life again, kurose, and i will watch the light leave your eyes myself.”

and with that, you stand, forgoing a bow, and leave the trembling man in your living room with a swish of your silk kimono.

-

sara blinks as she looks down at one of her documents. she’s since recovered from her illness, and has resumed her duties as general. currently, she’s going over her backlog of paperwork that accumulated while she was unwell. and one of them is particularly odd—kujou kurose’s resignation letter.

“strange,” she mutters, and you look up from your embroidery to glance at her. you tilt your head in question.

“what is, dearest?”

“uncle kurose resigned,” she says, scanning over the document again. “he said he feels ‘too old’ to keep attending to his role within the clan. he’ll be… taking an extended trip to liyue to recuperate, apparently.”

you only hum at that. “mm, it is not too surprising. he is quite old, no?”

“well…” sara sighs. “he is old, yes, but he is also… tenacious. i didn’t think he’d resign unless he died. so it’s just weird, i suppose.”

you set your embroidery down with a smile, rising to your feet to pad softly over to her side. your brush her bangs away from her forehead and press a soft kiss to her temple. sara makes a tiny, surprised noise, a delicate flush settling on her cheeks as your hand rises to cup her jaw.

“you’re so caring, my dear,” you chuckle. “i’m sure he’s quite fine. it isn’t like he was threatened or anything—he’s still a kujou, after all. who would dare?”

sara sighs again, and leans into your touch. “you’re right.”

“i always am,” you quip, and sara rolls her eyes affectionately. she turns her head and presses a quick kiss to your palm.

“i love you,” she whispers, and your eyes soften. you lower your head to catch her lips in a soft kiss. she tastes like peppermint tea and sugar, the blend you made specifically for her. you breathe your reply against her lips.

“i love you too, my dear.”

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

synopsis: how they react when they find out you’ve never had a date on valentine’s day

based on the prompt: “you’ve never had a valentine’s date?”

characters: diluc, kaeya, mona, zhongli, xiao, kujou sara, kazuha, itto, tighnari, cyno, and childe x gn! reader (separately)

warnings: fluff, a bit of angst in some of them, these are meant to be pre-relationship but you can interpret them how you want

notes: releasing this a day early because i know i’ll forget about it tomorrow lmao. also i was gonna do more for this than just a bullet scenario, but then i realized there was only like a week left until valentine’s when i wrote this so i couldn’t do anything big 😭 but i did really like this prompt so enjoy!

diluc:

his facial expression contorts into one of confusion as he wipes the inside of the glass in his hand

you’re sitting in front of him, legs crossed one over the other as they dangle over the barstool you’re on. your head rests in your hand innocently, as if what you had just said hadn’t affected you at all

you’ve never had a valentine’s date?

no. diluc just can’t accept it, at least, that’s what he decides as he puts the glass down and starts to remove his apron

before you know it, his hands are gripping yours, pulling you out the door and into the now sunset painted city you called your home

valentine’s wasn’t over yet, and diluc was sure as hell going to make sure you got that date

kaeya:

he laughs, his smile wide and his eyes teasing as he blinks through his tears

but then he sees the way you grimace and your eyes look anywhere but at him. he sees a sense nervousness and embarrassment wash over every inch of your face

he feels awful

kaeya hadn’t meant anything bad by his laughter. truthfully, he thought you were joking with him because, how could someone so utterly beautiful in every which way, someone so full of life, someone so perfect never have been asked on a date on valentines?

you were all he had ever wanted and more, and yet you weren’t even his

apologies come flying out of his mouth for a solid two minutes before you assure him it’s okay and, as expected, that stupid smirk appears on his face again

his hand is latching onto yours as he leans in close, asking you to join him on a date so he could make it up to you

and although he seems rather nonchalant on the outside, his heart is beating rapidly on the inside, begging you to accept so he could finally make you his

mona:

her mouth falls open at the sound of your response to the question

then it shuts…and then it opens again

meanwhile, you have to keep yourself from laughing too hard because of the way she currently resembles a fish

she huffs as she ignores your muffled laughter and tosses the pen she had been writing with to the side and gathers her papers on her desk

you’re still laughing, but her face is as serious and determined as ever

and before you know it, you were getting dragged out of her room and into yours. and your best friend tells you to get ready, as glammed up or as comfortable as you want

she was going to take you out on the best damn date of your life and maybe, just maybe, finally confess her feelings to you

zhongli:

his eyes widen in shock and he immediately sets his tea down to clasp his hands together

he’s silent, thinking carefully about what to say to your response to his question. honestly, he looks like someone had just murdered his grandma

deep down, he wants to ask why

but he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings or make you feel bad never having a date on valentine’s

his hand aches to reach for yours and hold it tight in his. secure it with all his adoration and love for you, make you realize he’d do anything to take you on a date — valentines or otherwise

slowly, his eyes reach back up to meet yours and he stands, unclasping his hands and extending one out for you to hold

“if you do not mind, i would like to have the pleasure of being your first valentine’s date. and, perhaps if you enjoy it, you would consider allowing me to take you out again.”

xiao:

he scoffs — why were you even telling him this anyway? he didn’t even like valentine’s day so what does this have to do with him?

yet, he doesn’t miss the way his heart seems to skip a beat before pounding furiously against his chest

was he angry? upset? emotional? sad? he wasn’t sure but, whatever it was, it was not a good feeling

he masks whatever emotion it was and displays the most neutral expression he could come up with

because, no, xiao is not jealous and most definitely does not care

yet, as much as the adeptus claimed to hate valentine’s day, he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit interested if it means he gets to spend the day with you

his eyes avoid yours and a small blush crosses his face as he offers a proposition:

“if you would like…maybe you could spend the day with me?”

kujou sara:

her arms cross as she leans sideways against the wall, staring directly at you as she scoffs

“who wouldn’t want to take you out on a date?”

shit

the general definitely did not mean to say that out loud

suddenly, she’s standing upright and stuttering left and right as you stand in front of her in shock

her hands are waving in front of her face sporadically as she desperately tries to explain herself

but then your silence turns into laughter and it feels like the world around her completely stops as you reassure her that it’s okay and that you’re actually quite flattered

embarrassed as she is, sara sighs and stares at anywhere but you, “i know it’s your favorite, so meet me at uyuu restaurant at 7 tonight. please don’t make me regret this.”

kazuha:

he offers a gentle smile and covers your hand in his own

“that’s okay, neither have i.”

you’re quick to ask him why, but he’s quick enough to ask you the same

you’re dumbfounded, but argue that you asked him first. and he explains, saying that he’s always preferred the wind and spending his time in nature rather than out on silly dates

and your eyes loose their shine a little, not only upset because you have to talk about the fact that no one had ever asked you on a valentine’s day before, but also because it meant you likely wouldn’t have the chance to ever go out with him

and he notices, because that’s just how kazuha is

“just because i said i don’t prefer to go on dates, doesn’t mean i don’t enjoy them. in fact, i would greatly appreciate it if you would join me at chinju forest later today. perhaps we could have a picnic and enjoy the scenery together?”

itto:

he gasps loudly, almost as if he’s in a horror movie and the killer just found him

it scares you at first, thinking that his sudden expression was not in reaction to your response, but then you realize itto was in fact reacting to you

it’s just his dramatic nature

his hand is over his heart and his eyes are shut, acting as if he’s in pain

“oh no! no, no, no! this just won’t do!”

and you laugh whole heartedly at him. a smile irresistibly tugs at your lips and your eyes are all wrinkled

and when you recover, itto’s looking at you with the brightest, most fondest look you think you’ve ever seen in your life

and it hits you: he was trying to make you laugh so that you wouldn’t feel bad

and then he’s all serious, but you can tell he’s really just nervous, “uh, hey listen, i can take you out…but only if you want! not that you have to or anything — no, no that would be uh…yeah!”

tighnari:

“valentine’s day is a rather trivial holiday. there’s no need to be so upset about never having had a date.”

your eyes fall to your hands as he says those words. not that he sees of course, seeing as he’s turned around at his desk, writing away at some papers

“yeah, no! i get it, you’re right,” you say. but your words don’t match your tone, and you hate how quick tighnari is to pick up on it

he sighs and turns around, still fiddling with the pen in his hand, but you don’t meet his eyes

you knew he didn’t mean it in a bad way, that’s just who he is, but you couldn’t help the hurt you felt when he spoke

and then he sighs again. although, this time a small, but genuine, smile graces his expression, “if a date is what will make you happy, then i would happily take some time off from work.”

cyno:

he’s hesitant to respond

not because he finds it appalling that you’ve never had a date on valentine’s day, but because he’s simply not well versed in relationships or emotional comfort in general

his eyes stay focused on the ground and his fingers tighten against the barrel of his polearm

he’s so quiet that you’re not even sure he heard your response

and he continues to think for a few more moments before huffing and just saying everything outright

overthinking wasn’t the mahamatra’s style

so he asks you out to dinner that night. not out of pity either, just simply because that’s what cyno wanted

sure he wasn’t a fan of the holiday, but his feelings for you are certainly enough to make him want to celebrate it

childe:

his hand is intertwined with yours as you walk together down the streets of liyue

“wait so, you’ve never had a valentine’s date before? as in, this is literally your first one ever?”

you don’t respond. instead, you stare at the buildings around you and all the other couples adorning the different restaurants and gift shops

childe isn’t stupid. he sees the way you get uncomfortable and instantly regrets making the comment

he speaks softly, “i’m honored, you know? besides, you couldn’t get a better first date than me.”

you’re slapping his arm in a matter of seconds, trying to hold back your laugh, but acting angry nonetheless

but then you’re laughing together and you realize, yeah, it really couldn’t get any better than him

'five senses of them' (sight taste smell touch sound)

♡ kokomi, miko, sara, ayaka, yoimiya. cw fem reader, men and fetishizers dni

this is my first smut & not proofed so pls be nice :)c

kokomi is always gorgeous, but she seems the most beautiful when you have two fingers buried inside her, hands clutching the bedsheets as her long eyelashes flutter. face flushed red, breath coming quick and shallow; every time you curl your fingers, her back arches and her lips part silently.

the only sound she can get out is heaving breaths, she looks so perfect even in this state that you had to be impressed, long, silken hair tangled and legs spread just for you. you want to knot your hand into that hair and pull -- just a bit, just to see her reaction, when everything she does is so elegant and graceful, this is like a dream come true.

you consider wiping away the tears leaking from her eyes as you go faster and faster, pumping in and out of her without any mercy or hesitation, so she can see you properly. you want her to see the person who's turned her from a dignified priestess into a slut for your fingers.

"ah -- ah, i'm almost -- " she manages to get out as you increase the speed, unable to speak and simply drawing in air, thrusting her hips upwards into your hand with the little strength she has left. she's almost there, just a little bit longer and you're more than happy to get her there.

her thighs twitch and her pretty pink lips open in a silent scream, her whole body trembling. as she collapses into your waiting arms, you press a kiss to her forehead, feeling her fluids gush over your hand as you pull out.

"mm... " she mumbles, exhausted after chasing her high for so long, tears rolling down her cheeks. you think to yourself, she looks even prettier than usual with cum leaking from between her thighs, eyes blinking tiredly. "haah... you... "

kokomi, who always kept up appearances no matter what, reduced to a sobbing mess in your bed. all you can do is laugh, swirling your fingers into your mouth, enjoying the taste and then pulling them out with a pop.

"yes, just like that baby," miko sighs, leaning back against the headboard as you suck at her wet cunt. she shakes her bangs out of her eyes and presses her palm against your hair, ready to push your head further between her thighs if needed.

you roll the bud of her clit between your teeth and even if you couldn't hear her delighted sigh, chest heaving, you can feel her physical reaction to it, the liquids pooling faster underneath your tongue, a natural lubricant for your drooling mouth that doesn't even need it.

she reaches up and tugs the fabric of her shirt down, playing with one of her nipples, and swipes her tongue over the top of her mouth. you smile, still buried in her thighs, and nip at her and she bites down so hard on her cheek to stifle a moan that she tastes blood, coppery and metallic.

"my my, i never thought you could -- mmf!" her sly, teasing words are cut off as you circle her opening with the tip of your tongue, pressing her lips together to silence herself. you make it your personal goal to get her to voice her pleasure by the time this is over.

her heavy breaths quicken as you swirl your tongue faster, taking in every inch of her soft folds, closing her eyes and tilting her head to the ceiling. her cunt is so addictive and you never want to stop tasting it, oh god you could drink yourself to death on it. and you need her to know, working so hard to please her so you get it all to yourself.

"yes yes yes," she gasps, bucking her hips up into your waiting lips. "oh, darling, you -- yes oh archons yes -- " and her wetness spills from her, it pools into your eager mouth as she reaches her orgasm, clutching your hair between her tightening fingers.

the taste is delicious, a mix of sweetness and saltiness that you can't get enough of, pressing your tongue against her slit to lap it all up like a cat with milk. you circle her opening, licking for every bit of it and she twitches slightly with every movement.

"a-ah, that's -- " she sucks in a breath, hand hovering over your head. "you've still got energy for more? then, in that case... "

your sara smells like rain and lightning, a warm smoky scent like a storm is about to roll in. you made a point of how much you like it before by burying your face in her neck and taking a deep breath in. but you never knew just how delightful her other scents could be too.

her shampoo is like flowers and melon and you can happily say that you love it as you twine your fingers through her hair and tug her head down, kissing and sucking all along the skin of her throat and chest.

a spark jumps from her fingertip as she palms your chest under your shirt, sending a burst of shivers down your spine. you bite down and savor the feeling of softness underneath your teeth, causing her to gasp. she feels your lips curve into a grin against her skin.

you suck on her collarbone for a moment, and she whines slightly, squirming under you. her hands tighten on your breasts, squeezing in a vaguely pleasant way. "there you go, sweetheart," you hum, "so you like it when i do that?"

"y-yes," she breathes as you lean forward, nipping at her chest. there's a heady intoxicating scent of sweat and arousal and smoke that's just so hot you can barely stop yourself from devouring her. you leave her a bite mark for every trace of that deliciousness, delighting in her writhing under you with her cheeks painted red.

you feel the muscles of her stomach clench as she gets closer and closer, grasping your shoulders with sharp nails, and it's almost funny just how sensitive she is. "please -- please, you -- " she gets out as you reach up, kissing a line down to her breasts, and when you bite down on her nipple you can feel her hips tense underneath.

"go ahead," you whisper, cupping her face in your hand and smothering her in a kiss, tugging on her lower lip, "i wanna hear you, sweetheart."

her breath is warm and sweet on your face as she cries out, falling back onto the bed. even in the midst of her orgasm she smells delectable, you want to press your face into her chest and just lick and suck and bite on her until she's all yours, even if no one can see it underneath her armor she'll know that the tengu warrior was teased to cumming with only your teeth.

"you came with me barely touching you," you smirk, hooking your finger under her chin and forcing her to look up. "you want to go for round two?"

"always," she says, exhausted and struggling to sit up, and you want to ruin her.

she's so fragile and delicate, like a sakura blossom that can be ruined with just one slash. you can feel your darling ayaka trembling under your hands. her long icy blue hair is falling over her back and you have to brush it out of the way to reach her skin. every time you touch her she squeaks.

"you're so sensitive," you whisper, dragging one finger down her spine. you haven't even started touching her yet. "are you always like this, or is it just for me?"

"j-just for you," she whimpers, fingernails scrabbling at the table you have her bent over. "just for you, so please -- haah!" she moans so loudly as you push one finger into her, you think everyone in the manor must have heard, but you can't bring yourself to care.

you lean forward slightly, plunging it in and out with a teasing smile and saying in a quieter tone, "do you like how it feels? do you want me to do more?"

she manages to get out, "y-yess," as her eyes go wide, face flushed and managing to soften her cries just a bit. the feeling of being inside her is so addicting, able to control her pleasure so easily, and she's so cute, so soft and warm and wet as you pump your fingers into her.

you brush your finger over her clit, and her knees buckle, letting out a gasp. you have to hold her up. having this much power is almost intoxicating. "thankyouthankyouthankyou," she sobs, pushing back onto your hand and it's so adorably amateurish.

she's so dainty, you don't want to hurt her. you don't want to break her. but every time she does something like that you fall a little bit more for her and it's so hard to hold yourself back. you want to give her pleasure, so that she knows what it's like to feel good. and it's so easy.

you add one more finger, and when she screams your name, going limp with eyes rolling back in her head, you can feel every bit of the tremors in her slight frame.

even when you're between her thighs, yoimiya never stops talking. you're not complaining of course; she's got such a cute voice, so bubbly and warm and way too hot as she gasps and whines in between words.

"a-an' today me and -- ah! -- me and thoma from the yashiro commission ran into each other at the market s-so we -- haah -- we talked for a little bit and," she breaks off into a moan, thighs tensing.

"what did i say?" you pull back and you can see her fluids dripping from her needy hole. she sobs, struggling to sit up, face flushed. "t-to keep talking, i'm sorry so don't stop i -- " she moans again, even louder as you plunge back in.

her choked squeaks make you smile against her folds, her whole body so hot it almost hurts to touch. your fingers are digging into her plush thighs, soft and full of heat like marshmallows almost. maybe it'll show tomorrow; the thought makes you circle her clit, the idea of tiny red marks on her legs wherever you touched her is so delicious.

"g-go faster," she manages between whimpers, "you feel so nice -- it's -- " you heed her request and speed up, licking over her opening quicker and it only elicits more noises from her, teary mewling and begging you to speed up as she approaches her climax.

she's never silent for a moment, always making sounds like she's in pain but you know it might be the most intense pleasure of her life. "i wanna cum, i wanna," she babbles, fingers tangling in the bedsheets and white knuckled with her desperate grip.

you decide to take pity on her -- no matter how much you love hearing her, it's not fair to keep dragging it on when she's pleading with you to make her cum, and you drag your tongue over her slit, circling it as her voice speeds up, until finally you slip the tip of your tongue into it and you feel her hips twitch.

"please -- " the words are cut off by a long, sobbing whine, back arching as her vision goes white, thighs clenching your head. the sound of her begging voice so arousing it makes you dizzy. "please please yes it feels so good feels so good feels so -- haaah -- !"

✧ — morning comfort.

as you sleep, they think you're truly adorable, and that they're lucky they're the object of your affection.

cw / tw : none, just pure fluff. ♡

a/n : spur-of-the-moment piece, wrote it like rn.

imagine a lazy, comforting morning beside your beloved. the sun is just starting to rise up in between the soft clouds when you, begrudgingly, begin to wake up. your partner, on the other hand, has been awake for a while, starting at your sleeping form, at your squished cheeks against their chest, your arms wrapped around their upper body as one of your legs is thrown over theirs. you mumble something, still more asleep rather than awake, probably about it being too early to open your eyes. your beloved chuckles, thinking you're adorable as you sink your face even deeper in them, hiding from the sunlight, desperate for some more sleep. the warmth of their body, seeping through their nightwear, lulls you back into morpheus' arms, as the fresh smell of their skin has you daydreaming of boundless meadows. soon you're asleep again, soft breaths falling from your parted lips, your head moving slightly because of your lover's chest going up and down while breathing. and you don't know it, but they're still looking at you, an arm around your shoulders, fingertips drawing figures on your soft skin. they look at you and think you're the most beautiful person to ever exist, warm and soft and cute, lovely and kind and funny, nice and understanding and just so full of love for those who are dear to you. they feel like they're one of those who you love, thinking that after the so many hardships life put them through, your presence by their side is the best reward. and seeing you sleeping so peacefully beside them, without a single worry in the world, has them think that, after all, they too deserve this gentle caress from life called love.

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