[ Was this where Kazuya expected to be, years and years later?
As far as his career went, yes. His primary "employment," though? Not especially. Sure, companies can hire personal chefs for their employees and for meetings, and he figured that would happen - he is an amazing chef, after all - but. Narumiya Mei was a childhood rival-slash-friend, and on-off-again boyfriend throughout high school and uni. To find himself working on the side for him, when he's not in his restaurant, and also standing in Mei's kitchen in his underwear at seven in the morning...
Yeah, not necessarily where he expected to be. But they've both mellowed out, over the years, and while Mei can still be high strung and haughty as all hell even with a multimillion dollar corporation at his fingertips (especially with, maybe), Miyuki knows him. Really knows him.
So he doesn't have any problems working on making breakfast for the both of them, and starting the process of making lunch for Mei and the department that works directly under him, to be delivered in the afternoon. While he works, he rubs at the back of his calf with his foot, scratching at a blossomed hickey on his throat at the same time. He needs to shave, and shower, before he heads into work himself, but right now it's not a priority. The asleep dandelion a luxurious room away is. ]
[ dating your potions partner is kind of nice, as eijun has learned. granted, he wouldn't just date any potions partner, but after a disaster with a truth potion (fault: eijun's), he's started doing just that with okumura koushuu, one year his junior and not even in his house.
that was a few months ago now. he's taken to hanging out with koushuu to do homework every couple of nights--something his usual tutor was all too happy to let him go do--and tonight's like every other. only...the hufflepuff common room is quiet. nobody's around but them. and they've been working for hours.
and eijun is bored.
he's sitting on koushuu at the moment, head lolling into his shoulder as he stares at his potions homework. it makes zero sense, which is making him fidgety, which is making him not want to work. so, like any good distraction, he puffs a sigh. ] Okumuraaaa, you're a slave driver! We've been working so hard!
[ accompanied with a thoughtless kiss to the column of his neck. ]
[He's starting to think years of getting tied up have finally taken their toll. Aizawa did it for three years whenever he broke rules and got ahead of himself. Villains will occasionally try to tie him down- not effectively, but they try.
So he's ordered a long, silk bondage sash. The ribbon feels nice against his skin- and now he needs to gather up the courage to actually ask Shouto to tie him up. He's sure Shouto won't laugh at him no matter what kink he brought into their bed room. It's just Izuku fighting against his embarrassment.
He's had the sash for a week before they both have the day off and he manages to ask about it- sort of.]
... Shouto, would you tie me up? I-In bed, I mean. You can say no!
[ All things considered, Shouto's pretty open to trying new things so long as consent is involved. And, considering further, he knows that Izuku is someone that is on the same page as him when it comes to that.
But he does have to pause for a second to process the question Izuku asks him, locking his phone again and looking up at him from where he's sitting and blinking once, very slowly. There's no judgment and no confusion or revulsion or anything, just. Turning that request over.
When he finally answers, he inclines his head a little. ]
[ it's a quiet evening in the sawamura-miyuki household. raichi's away for the night on a sleepover with haruichi and the newly in town furuya, fresh off of his school's break. early in the winter means its off season for eijun, too, and a rare couple of days off means a little personal time at home is not only necessary, but well earned.
...although admittedly, eijun wasn't really thinking about this kind of personal time, but he's not complaining.
this kind of personal time is eijun on his back in their bedroom, the late afternoon sunlight streaming in through the windows. he's long since lost his clothes, and the gleam in kazuya's eye had put a lot more in store than just a quickie. he's gained experience over the years, but he still has a way of taking eijun utterly apart, and this is no difference, considering kazuya has yet to do anything but tease him, because he's rude!
(but it does feel pretty good.)
his back arches a little bit when miyuki's hand runs down his thigh, and eijun squirms a little bit up into his hand, arching up a bit. ] Come oooonnnn, Miyuki, you suck!
[ eijun: married for several years, still calls his spouse miyuki ]
[ if there's one thing mei can proudly brag about (to anyone that will listen) it's that sex with kazuya is amazing. it always has been, even if he's a nerd who takes off his glasses and becomes functionally useless, even if they're both so obssessed with baseball and work that every now and then they forget about it for a few days at a time. when it happens? it's great.
and it's great for everyone, especially his office mates, when mei gets laid.
tonight is one of those high tension nights, mei casually undressing kazuya with his eyes across the table at dinner, that exploded into them practically ripping each other's clothes off as soon as they slammed into the front door of mei's apartment. that was a little while ago now, and even the act of preparing and getting ready, zero of the fire of it has really faded. by the time mei's ready to go, he gets both of his hands on kazuya's chest and pushes him down, not giving any time to hem and haw over positioning either.
he looks hungry as he crawls up his body, posturing just a little when he swings a leg over his hips and pushes himself up properly, pinning his hands on either side of his head. ]
Hope you're ready for a good show. [ is the line he chooses to say, but the nasty smirk on his face makes it a little less cheesy--mostly because he's not kidding. ]
Koushuu isn't necessarily as quiet as some people might be, especially given the fact that he's opinionated and not particularly shy about it, blunt honesty sharp and brutal some days, but. He's also incredibly private, to contrast it. Most things about his life are his to know, and he's not interested in sharing that with very many people. None of his classmates know that he works nights at a sex surplus shop that's attached to a love hotel - Taku doesn't count, Taku has known ever since he first got the job because he thought it was hilarious - and none of them know that he's not at all ignorant when it comes to the wares that he's selling.
The one person that is in the know about this, besides his equally ""informed"" boss, is the hapless idiot that took down a display by accident and wound up indentured to pay off the damages. And that wasn't even... intentional. Planned. Koushuu hated Eijun, who interrupted the (relative) peace and quiet of his late shift. Until he got under his skin. And they started seeing each other outside of work.
And then started seeing each other outside of work.
He's doomed. Really doomed. But he's not about to complain about it now, when he's got Eijun almost completely stripped down. He just needs to take his boxers off, but instead of going right for that, he uses surprise and bulk built up from his life as a catcher to roll him over, pushing him face-down into the pillows and pinning him there with his chest to his back and hand against his shoulder.
(It's mostly because he couldn't stand looking at his kiss-bruised mouth and flushed cheeks and big eyes. He won't admit to it, ever.) ]
[ The problem with having people that are dating, or married, or just seeing each other, at this agency... is putting them in the same room during a debriefing or just a department meeting. Masa puts them through them weekly, to go over assignments and numbers, and he's had problems with Mei and Miyuki for years.
Miyuki becomes only an accessory to these problems, when Mei brings Seven home with her from her assignment in Korea.
Seven embraces it happily, because ever since he and Mei first hooked up, he's always wanting to put his hands on her, to touch her. They flirt mercilessly during these meetings, and there's been a few occasions where Mei's sat across from him, in some vain attempt to keep them away from each other, and rolled her dainty foot across his crotch and gotten him hard when Masa's tried to get through an important meeting.
You'd think they'd feel guilty, eventually. But instead of guilt, one Choi Saeyoung is sitting on his phone today as he listens to their branch chief start to go over the outline of the meeting before he gets into the actual content. He looks like he always does, half-listening and scrolling through something. But the truth is, he'd managed to talk Mei into doing something before they came into work, and he's turning it on now - the lowest setting of a vibrating egg that he'd nestled sweetly between her thighs that morning. ]
There's literally no disputing this, with anyone. Mei's penthouse apartment on the top floor of his building absolutely, one hundred percent, reflects the fact that he's an egotistical monster just shy of megalomania some days, and enjoys showing it off. His stupid sports car which he is absolutely terrifying in, his ritzy office at work, the awards and gifts and respects paid to him during their pro careers - it's all on display, and perfect evidence of this.
Kazuya figures it's pretty good for a lot of things. The kitchen is basically his, even if Mei put all the work into it. The bed is the most comfortable thing he's ever slept in. The entertainment center is state of the art.
But at the moment, his favorite thing about the place is probably the gigantic, glass windows that overlook the city from on high. He can just imagine him standing there like a damn Bond villain, smug as can be about his position in life. The view is great, true, but that's not... really what he's paying attention to, at first.
He's paying more attention to the fact that he's kissing Mei right now, hot and wet and open, rough hands on either side of his ass and squeezing, fingers spreading him easily. All the work they'd had planned was pushed aside, pretty damn literally as he'd shoved Mei up against the table that sits (or, well, sat, at this point, considering the force with which they'd half-climbed it) near those big, big windows. He could probably fuck him up against them, really - they're reinforced, after all.
... hm.
That thought enters Miyuki's mind, and he pulls back from the kiss, using it as an excuse to catch his breath right up against Mei's mouth for a second as he considers the merits of that. ]
Miyuki Kazuha has known for years that she was into girls. There was only one blip along the way, and that came in the form of Chris, but he was just as unattainable as the cause of her sexual awakening anyways, so. Girls. They're soft, and gorgeous, and make pretty noises when she's got them under her, and she spends all her time around guys anyways, so she's desensitized to the idea of them being attractive. (You can only share a locker room with your male teammates for so long before you decide that they're sexually unappealing.)
So when it turns out that the cause of your sexual awakening finds out that she's maybe a little bi, and wants to kiss you, and go on a date with you, and then subsequently booty call you after your first date...
You don't say no.
Kazuha doesn't bother with putting clothes on again, just heads out in her shorts and tanktop and goes so far as to pull a hoodie on, since she gave Mei her jacket a few hours before the text came in. Her dad's asleep after a long day at work, so she doesn't bother with telling him where she's going - like he can't guess, anyways - and instead heads right up to the Narumiya's door once she gets there, her hands jammed in her pockets as she makes her way up the walk.
With some jitters of excitement in her stomach, she knocks her elbow into the doorbell. No parents, no brothers. Just her and Mei and a very racy picture of pale skin and soft lace on her phone to give her an idea of what she's in for. ]
Yumeko has enjoyed all of the perks of being an elite - the gambling scene is amazing, and there are gambles they make in their everyday life - but there's always been one thing that's rubbed her the wrong way since she got here. The castes are rather like the academy's, after all, but far more... rigorous. Strict. The concept of pets isn't a foreign thing to her, as she's been on both sides of it, but. She looks at Mary's hair, and what is expected of her as a mongrel, and takes a gamble, for the both of them. After all, friends look out for each other, don't they?
She knows Mary hates it. She made that clear back home, before they found themselves residing in Tanagura. But they're going to fight, and win, just like they did before. Together!
Especially since she takes her in as her pet, but treats her the same as always behind closed doors. Deception is a key element to gambling, so they'll use it here. And she figures she can find a way to make it a little more enjoyable for her. ]
Mary-san, Mary-san~! [ She carries her box with her, excited. ]
[ okay, admittedly, mei may have provoked himself into this situation.
it's not like he didn't know that going into this. in fact, provoking was the exact thing mei was trying to do. he'd started this off just because, a fun little game to play because he knows he's attractive, and it had spiraled rapidly downwards from there. should he have been flirting with his professor?
probably not.
was he going to do it anyway? absolutely.
besides, miyuki--kazuya, as mei likes to call him, purposefully and sweetly, the name tasting forbidden from the situation--reacts to it with aplomb. it's like he can't help it, kind of like mei can't. each step forward is another step off the precipice, until seventeen year old narumiya mei is here, in his dorm room, and as he walks backwards into his bedroom, he is most definitely not alone.
it's not like being chased, either. this is a dance, and mei keeps taunting, and taunting, ready for the cat--or in this case, the tanuki--to lash out and strike.
his smirk is obvious, curled at the edges, blue eyes dark with mischief and the promise of what's coming as he adds on to whatever scathing thing he said before this-- ] What are you going to do about it?
[ They'd found out when they were kids, what they were. Everyone had been under the assumption that Mei was going to be an alpha, that they both were, and... well, he certainly would've been happy with that, wouldn't he? He certainly acted like one, and he still does, in a way, but it just never was going to happen: Mei went into his first heat, and triggered Kazuya's first rut at the same goddamn time. Their parents had thought it was hilarious, after, and had said that they'd always be together now.
It's years later that they actually do anything about it.
Miyuki, of course, is bound and determined to be a shit in the process.
When Mei's heat starts building up, no suppressants to hold it at bay, he always knows. It's just - ingrained in him, at this point. He knows Mei's schedule like he knows his baseball stats, so he prepares himself for it with his own pills on-hand, in case he's off suppressants or it's a day early or some shit. But, this time... Well. He sits back in his seat, after Mei's put himself as far across the room as he can possibly get, an arm perched on the back of the seat he's in and his other rested on his thigh, hand dipped between the two of them in a purposefully casual gesture. ]
[ it's just before the start of a bowl preliminary game at kazuha's school, and though mei's watching the game from home, she's got a good idea of how she wants to celebrate when she wins.
laying on her bed, she texts her a picture. she's wearing one of kazuha's college jerseys. it reaches her knees, almost, with a pair of cutesy matching blue knee socks. ]
i wonder how many touchdown passes you're going to throw today.
[ she knows kazuha won't see any of her texts until after the game so. ]
[ the first one comes in a matter of minutes in the game. mei couldn't be prouder, really. ♥ she expects nothing less than the best!
and so, she texts her a picture of her with the jersey pulled up. she's laying back on her back, and the picture's visible from her nose down, her tongue sticking out and her cute, matching blue lingerie set clear as day where mei's holding the jersey. it's cute and lacy, a teddy that arches down her perfect, flat stomach and shows off the top of a pair of matching underwear. ]
[ While they don't necessarily have a lot of free time, what with rebelling and being on the run and all that, there's certainly downtime. They can't always run, and they can't always fight, and all that besides... this has been building up for a while. Robin has shied away from things when they've gotten heated, but it wasn't necessarily because she didn't want to do it.
Well, time to see if she's going to put her money where her mouth is, now, in the privacy of the room that they've gotten all to themselves.
Slaine leans into her personal space, but this time it's not with a curl of her lip in a nasty sneer. It's with the same, sly smirk, lips pressed together tightly instead of baring her teeth - an expression she's adopted since the shift in their relationship.
(certainly not in their dynamic) (that, somehow, has not really changed, which is probably telling) ]
[ Midori honestly, truly, really has no idea how his life came to this point.
Sure, he could come up with some kind of explanation, but he's not necessarily sure that it would actually be enough to properly summarize how he wound up where he is. What he does know is that he could, very easily, pinpoint the direct cause: Morisawa Chiaki.
Said actual embodiment of sunshine and the actual personification of an energetic, loving, and extremely loyal dog can generally be cited as the cause of a lot of things in Midori's life. He couldn't even really deny it. Wouldn't want to, as embarrassing as that is.
Which is exactly why he's doing this. Or, well, saying the things that he is. Chiaki is warm in general - Midori's always kind of cold, except when he's around - but now he's just overwhelming, enveloping heat, leaving him breathless for more than one reason. Easing him open and watching him writhe and listening to him whine is always, always a test of patience, but. Worth it, every time he presses in. But first, before he gets lost in it, he has to make sure - ]
Senpai, you're doing so great... [ He presses his forehead into his temple, because Chiaki has a habit of refusing to look at him at first. It's cute. ] You're a good boy.
[ texting your boyfriend while he's at work should never be embarrassing, but currently, nazuna is a little embarrassed. he can flirt with kuro will enough in person, but over the phone is harder... at least he can hide his face. ]
[ Kuro's technically supposed to be ready for a call at any time, but the station is blessedly quiet for once. No frats setting off smoke alarms hot boxing, no one leaving their straighteners on...
He doesn't trust it. But Nazuna is texting him. ]
right now? no, I'm not. nothing's on fire tonight. at leqst not yet.
[ truth be told, one of arashi's favourite parts about being a model is the fact that she has almost unlimited access to anything and everything that she could ever want.
clothes-wise, of course.
she's playing up the androgyny today, leather pants and high heeled boots and a top made of some kind of fabric that's light and airy that moves with her every step. it's perfectly fitted, of course, because arashi settles for nothing less.
it's a shame that only leo that can see what she's wearing, though, because she's just secured a dark blue blindfold around izumi's head (the colour's an aesthetic choice, obviously), and there's nothing gentle about the way she leans in to kiss izumi, her fingers closed around izumi's wrists to keep him in place, the kiss open-mouthed and hungry.
she likes the way her lipstick stains izumi's lips when she pulls apart, mostly for air.
there's a slide of ribbon, thin, dark blue strands of satin that she loops around izumi's wrists, tying them together behind his back and tugging on the ribbon to make sure that they're secure. her next kiss is gentler, on the sharp line of izumi's cheekbone and dangerously close to his ear. ]
You look so pretty tied up, Izumi-chan ☆ [ her laughter is deceptively light, and she turns to leo, addressing him instead: ] Don't you think so, Ou-sama?
[ Settled back the way he is, Leo feels like there's a show being put on for him. Which - actually, you know what? There is. ☆ Because his knights love him, in their variety of ways, and this way? This is nice.
Arashi always looks good, in a way that seems effortless but even he knows isn't. He doesn't understand fashion, really, especially when compared to them, but he can always tell when his people look good. And it's aesthetic, even, all the way down to the blindfold and ribbons that she's using to tie their prickliest knight up with now.
Bouncing his foot where he's got it crossed over the other knee, cheek on his fist, he watches the way that Arashi kisses Izumi and hums a little note of approval. Something a little possessive crops up, but it's reflected in the lipstick as he tilts his head thoughtfully with her question. ]
I bet he's going to look even prettier once we're through with him. ♡ [ Said in a delighted chirp, he swings his legs around so that he's no longer sitting sideways in his seat. It's easy for Leo to pop up to his feet, coming over to Izumi's other side, circling like a shark in the water, to drape over his shoulder and tuck his nose against his unmarked cheek. ] Too bad we can't see his pretty eyes, though. And it means he can't see us, either! Shame!
[ It really shouldn't come as a shock that Kuro and Nazuna turn around and gang up on Shu. After years and years of knowing him, they're the people that... well, know best how to handle him. So, what originally was going to be a discussion of how to get him to unwind when he gets stressed out turned, very quickly, into how best to take him apart.
All of it is well-meaning. It is, really. They love him, and that's exactly why they do what they do, making Shu take care of himself but also taking care of him, even if it's a little more unconventional than expected.
... much more unconventional than expected.
But it's easy enough for Kuro to come in, Nazuna cheerfully on his heels, to duck down and heft Shu up like a goddamn princess so he can haul him into the bedroom. After that, it's all a matter of pinning him down and kissing him into submission. Easy, when Nazuna can pin him with a look and a word, and Kuro can literally pin him down. The combination makes it even easier to take Shu apart, piece by piece, leaving a twin trail of kisses across every inch of skin that they wind up uncovering, as they go along. Even with the slow process of getting their wound up boyfriend unwound taking a bit of time, they've basically got the process down to an art.
Settling back on his knees, once Nazuna gets himself comfortable in Shu's lap, he smooths his hands up the backs of Shu's thighs to spread his legs further open. It's such a nice view? Actually - ]
Hey, don't you think Ichan looks good like this? [ He's definitely teasing, with the childhood nickname and the fact that they're talking like Shu's not there. But he has no regrets and no shame, especially since he's pulled out the tube of lube to offer to Nazuna over the raised knees between the two of them. ]
[ though this was not nazuna's original idea, he fully supported it. from the first moment it came up in a conversation, actually, nazuna's been one hundred percent on board, because itsuki can be...well, stressed. competition season hasn't started quite yet, but he's been working so hard on choreography lately that nazuna's been concerned he was going to burn himself out (or worse, reinjure himself) before the season even started.
so, that's when they formulated their plot. the two of them have always been quite the pair, if the memories they've been receiving are any indication, so, nazuna's just as cheerfully guilty as kuro. he's left kisses all over shu's skin since they settled in here, left little red marks every now and then somewhere where clothing will cover (though they'll know they're there), poured affection and kindness all over him with every second they've spent in this bed, but--
the innocent smile has faded into a little more a smirk, and kuro passing him the bottle just matches with it. he leans back a little with it, letting kuro pulling shu's legs apart slide his own a little further, so he rubs up against him. ] I think Ichan looks great.
[ teasing, playfully, he takes one hand and presses it to shu's opposite cheek so he can pull him a little closer, depositing an utterly sweet kiss to the cheek closest to him. you can almost hear the little heart from the noise he made. ] And Kuro-chin does too.
[ he moves over to run his hand just briefly through kuro's flattened bangs, then, oh so casually pops the cap off of the bottle to get some on his hand, sliding it down shu's dick to the base to get ready. ] I feel so lucky!
[ When Leo found out that the beautiful boy that he'd found randomly during youtube's autoplay lived in the same apartment building as him, he'd been delighted. He'd immediately inserted himself into his life, and it hadn't been all too difficult, despite Sena's protests. They weren't particularly effective, anyways.
... now, they've gotten to this point.
Leo rolls over when his phone buzzes, stretching out and dislodging Little John from where she'd been curled up on his butt. Just getting a text of "come over" from Sena doesn't faze him all too much, not when he gets them periodically, and has the occasional text with no context, but he is pretty curious about it. But instead of sending a text back to ask why, or to say he's busy, he just pops up and goes to the door, not even bothering with his socks and just padding out of his apartment - locking the door after making sure that his cat has food, to make sure he doesn't get nagged later - with his socks on.
There's a little skip to his step, and a hum at the back of his throat, because Sena Izumi wants to see him! His beautiful, prickly, secretly kindhearted Izumi wants to see him, for whatever reason, and he has no complaints about that. So he heads up to his floor, and to his door (wonder if Hakaka or Morichi are home, too) to rap out a melody against it. ] Se~na!
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As far as his career went, yes. His primary "employment," though? Not especially. Sure, companies can hire personal chefs for their employees and for meetings, and he figured that would happen - he is an amazing chef, after all - but. Narumiya Mei was a childhood rival-slash-friend, and on-off-again boyfriend throughout high school and uni. To find himself working on the side for him, when he's not in his restaurant, and also standing in Mei's kitchen in his underwear at seven in the morning...
Yeah, not necessarily where he expected to be. But they've both mellowed out, over the years, and while Mei can still be high strung and haughty as all hell even with a multimillion dollar corporation at his fingertips (especially with, maybe), Miyuki knows him. Really knows him.
So he doesn't have any problems working on making breakfast for the both of them, and starting the process of making lunch for Mei and the department that works directly under him, to be delivered in the afternoon. While he works, he rubs at the back of his calf with his foot, scratching at a blossomed hickey on his throat at the same time. He needs to shave, and shower, before he heads into work himself, but right now it's not a priority. The asleep dandelion a luxurious room away is. ]
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that was a few months ago now. he's taken to hanging out with koushuu to do homework every couple of nights--something his usual tutor was all too happy to let him go do--and tonight's like every other. only...the hufflepuff common room is quiet. nobody's around but them. and they've been working for hours.
and eijun is bored.
he's sitting on koushuu at the moment, head lolling into his shoulder as he stares at his potions homework. it makes zero sense, which is making him fidgety, which is making him not want to work. so, like any good distraction, he puffs a sigh. ] Okumuraaaa, you're a slave driver! We've been working so hard!
[ accompanied with a thoughtless kiss to the column of his neck. ]
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So he's ordered a long, silk bondage sash. The ribbon feels nice against his skin- and now he needs to gather up the courage to actually ask Shouto to tie him up. He's sure Shouto won't laugh at him no matter what kink he brought into their bed room. It's just Izuku fighting against his embarrassment.
He's had the sash for a week before they both have the day off and he manages to ask about it- sort of.]
... Shouto, would you tie me up? I-In bed, I mean. You can say no!
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But he does have to pause for a second to process the question Izuku asks him, locking his phone again and looking up at him from where he's sitting and blinking once, very slowly. There's no judgment and no confusion or revulsion or anything, just. Turning that request over.
When he finally answers, he inclines his head a little. ]
I could, if that's something you want to try.
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back to tradition....spoops sexy birthday threads
...although admittedly, eijun wasn't really thinking about this kind of personal time, but he's not complaining.
this kind of personal time is eijun on his back in their bedroom, the late afternoon sunlight streaming in through the windows. he's long since lost his clothes, and the gleam in kazuya's eye had put a lot more in store than just a quickie. he's gained experience over the years, but he still has a way of taking eijun utterly apart, and this is no difference, considering kazuya has yet to do anything but tease him, because he's rude!
(but it does feel pretty good.)
his back arches a little bit when miyuki's hand runs down his thigh, and eijun squirms a little bit up into his hand, arching up a bit. ] Come oooonnnn, Miyuki, you suck!
[ eijun: married for several years, still calls his spouse miyuki ]
I am gifted this evening
truly...
🙏
that looks like a tiny alien on my laptop
it's ugly on mine tbh
praying alien emoji..solid
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so gifted (also office au!)
and it's great for everyone, especially his office mates, when mei gets laid.
tonight is one of those high tension nights, mei casually undressing kazuya with his eyes across the table at dinner, that exploded into them practically ripping each other's clothes off as soon as they slammed into the front door of mei's apartment. that was a little while ago now, and even the act of preparing and getting ready, zero of the fire of it has really faded. by the time mei's ready to go, he gets both of his hands on kazuya's chest and pushes him down, not giving any time to hem and haw over positioning either.
he looks hungry as he crawls up his body, posturing just a little when he swings a leg over his hips and pushes himself up properly, pinning his hands on either side of his head. ]
Hope you're ready for a good show. [ is the line he chooses to say, but the nasty smirk on his face makes it a little less cheesy--mostly because he's not kidding. ]
I'm ready
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gifted and BLESSED
Koushuu isn't necessarily as quiet as some people might be, especially given the fact that he's opinionated and not particularly shy about it, blunt honesty sharp and brutal some days, but. He's also incredibly private, to contrast it. Most things about his life are his to know, and he's not interested in sharing that with very many people. None of his classmates know that he works nights at a sex surplus shop that's attached to a love hotel - Taku doesn't count, Taku has known ever since he first got the job because he thought it was hilarious - and none of them know that he's not at all ignorant when it comes to the wares that he's selling.
The one person that is in the know about this, besides his equally ""informed"" boss, is the hapless idiot that took down a display by accident and wound up indentured to pay off the damages. And that wasn't even... intentional. Planned. Koushuu hated Eijun, who interrupted the (relative) peace and quiet of his late shift. Until he got under his skin. And they started seeing each other outside of work.
And then started seeing each other outside of work.
He's doomed. Really doomed. But he's not about to complain about it now, when he's got Eijun almost completely stripped down. He just needs to take his boxers off, but instead of going right for that, he uses surprise and bulk built up from his life as a catcher to roll him over, pushing him face-down into the pillows and pinning him there with his chest to his back and hand against his shoulder.
(It's mostly because he couldn't stand looking at his kiss-bruised mouth and flushed cheeks and big eyes. He won't admit to it, ever.) ]
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Miyuki becomes only an accessory to these problems, when Mei brings Seven home with her from her assignment in Korea.
Seven embraces it happily, because ever since he and Mei first hooked up, he's always wanting to put his hands on her, to touch her. They flirt mercilessly during these meetings, and there's been a few occasions where Mei's sat across from him, in some vain attempt to keep them away from each other, and rolled her dainty foot across his crotch and gotten him hard when Masa's tried to get through an important meeting.
You'd think they'd feel guilty, eventually. But instead of guilt, one Choi Saeyoung is sitting on his phone today as he listens to their branch chief start to go over the outline of the meeting before he gets into the actual content. He looks like he always does, half-listening and scrolling through something. But the truth is, he'd managed to talk Mei into doing something before they came into work, and he's turning it on now - the lowest setting of a vibrating egg that he'd nestled sweetly between her thighs that morning. ]
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leg
touch
There's literally no disputing this, with anyone. Mei's penthouse apartment on the top floor of his building absolutely, one hundred percent, reflects the fact that he's an egotistical monster just shy of megalomania some days, and enjoys showing it off. His stupid sports car which he is absolutely terrifying in, his ritzy office at work, the awards and gifts and respects paid to him during their pro careers - it's all on display, and perfect evidence of this.
Kazuya figures it's pretty good for a lot of things. The kitchen is basically his, even if Mei put all the work into it. The bed is the most comfortable thing he's ever slept in. The entertainment center is state of the art.
But at the moment, his favorite thing about the place is probably the gigantic, glass windows that overlook the city from on high. He can just imagine him standing there like a damn Bond villain, smug as can be about his position in life. The view is great, true, but that's not... really what he's paying attention to, at first.
He's paying more attention to the fact that he's kissing Mei right now, hot and wet and open, rough hands on either side of his ass and squeezing, fingers spreading him easily. All the work they'd had planned was pushed aside, pretty damn literally as he'd shoved Mei up against the table that sits (or, well, sat, at this point, considering the force with which they'd half-climbed it) near those big, big windows. He could probably fuck him up against them, really - they're reinforced, after all.
... hm.
That thought enters Miyuki's mind, and he pulls back from the kiss, using it as an excuse to catch his breath right up against Mei's mouth for a second as he considers the merits of that. ]
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<3
babe come over
i can't
my parents aren't home! ♥
nyooms the fuck in
Miyuki Kazuha has known for years that she was into girls. There was only one blip along the way, and that came in the form of Chris, but he was just as unattainable as the cause of her sexual awakening anyways, so. Girls. They're soft, and gorgeous, and make pretty noises when she's got them under her, and she spends all her time around guys anyways, so she's desensitized to the idea of them being attractive. (You can only share a locker room with your male teammates for so long before you decide that they're sexually unappealing.)
So when it turns out that the cause of your sexual awakening finds out that she's maybe a little bi, and wants to kiss you, and go on a date with you, and then subsequently booty call you after your first date...
You don't say no.
Kazuha doesn't bother with putting clothes on again, just heads out in her shorts and tanktop and goes so far as to pull a hoodie on, since she gave Mei her jacket a few hours before the text came in. Her dad's asleep after a long day at work, so she doesn't bother with telling him where she's going - like he can't guess, anyways - and instead heads right up to the Narumiya's door once she gets there, her hands jammed in her pockets as she makes her way up the walk.
With some jitters of excitement in her stomach, she knocks her elbow into the doorbell. No parents, no brothers. Just her and Mei and a very racy picture of pale skin and soft lace on her phone to give her an idea of what she's in for. ]
<3
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SLAMS POTS AND PANS TOGETHER, TANAGURA AU
KNOCKS POTS AND PANS ON THE GROUND
Yumeko has enjoyed all of the perks of being an elite - the gambling scene is amazing, and there are gambles they make in their everyday life - but there's always been one thing that's rubbed her the wrong way since she got here. The castes are rather like the academy's, after all, but far more... rigorous. Strict. The concept of pets isn't a foreign thing to her, as she's been on both sides of it, but. She looks at Mary's hair, and what is expected of her as a mongrel, and takes a gamble, for the both of them. After all, friends look out for each other, don't they?
She knows Mary hates it. She made that clear back home, before they found themselves residing in Tanagura. But they're going to fight, and win, just like they did before. Together!
Especially since she takes her in as her pet, but treats her the same as always behind closed doors. Deception is a key element to gambling, so they'll use it here. And she figures she can find a way to make it a little more enjoyable for her. ]
Mary-san, Mary-san~! [ She carries her box with her, excited. ]
hell is REAL
and I am on fire
SAME, also 1/2
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how many nasty miyumei threads can we possibly have
answer: the limit does not exist
it's not like he didn't know that going into this. in fact, provoking was the exact thing mei was trying to do. he'd started this off just because, a fun little game to play because he knows he's attractive, and it had spiraled rapidly downwards from there. should he have been flirting with his professor?
probably not.
was he going to do it anyway? absolutely.
besides, miyuki--kazuya, as mei likes to call him, purposefully and sweetly, the name tasting forbidden from the situation--reacts to it with aplomb. it's like he can't help it, kind of like mei can't. each step forward is another step off the precipice, until seventeen year old narumiya mei is here, in his dorm room, and as he walks backwards into his bedroom, he is most definitely not alone.
it's not like being chased, either. this is a dance, and mei keeps taunting, and taunting, ready for the cat--or in this case, the tanuki--to lash out and strike.
his smirk is obvious, curled at the edges, blue eyes dark with mischief and the promise of what's coming as he adds on to whatever scathing thing he said before this-- ] What are you going to do about it?
[ and tips his chin up. ] Punish me for it?
goodbye
rip
nice knowing u mei
time 2 die
rip
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the limit really does not exist
especially (k)not now [ rimshot ]
It's years later that they actually do anything about it.
Miyuki, of course, is bound and determined to be a shit in the process.
When Mei's heat starts building up, no suppressants to hold it at bay, he always knows. It's just - ingrained in him, at this point. He knows Mei's schedule like he knows his baseball stats, so he prepares himself for it with his own pills on-hand, in case he's off suppressants or it's a day early or some shit. But, this time... Well. He sits back in his seat, after Mei's put himself as far across the room as he can possibly get, an arm perched on the back of the seat he's in and his other rested on his thigh, hand dipped between the two of them in a purposefully casual gesture. ]
Wow, so cold, Mei..~
time to leave
I guess u don't want Sin then
mei wont admit his thirst but i sure as hell will
sticks leg straight up into the air
touches it
I'm laughing
same
garbage, both of them, all of this
Garbage.
Trash.
non recyclable
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hs au... except when they're in college lol. 1/?
laying on her bed, she texts her a picture. she's wearing one of kazuha's college jerseys. it reaches her knees, almost, with a pair of cutesy matching blue knee socks. ]
i wonder how many touchdown passes you're going to throw today.
[ she knows kazuha won't see any of her texts until after the game so. ]
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and so, she texts her a picture of her with the jersey pulled up. she's laying back on her back, and the picture's visible from her nose down, her tongue sticking out and her cute, matching blue lingerie set clear as day where mei's holding the jersey. it's cute and lacy, a teddy that arches down her perfect, flat stomach and shows off the top of a pair of matching underwear. ]
one~
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one more!
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hey
how u doin
Well, time to see if she's going to put her money where her mouth is, now, in the privacy of the room that they've gotten all to themselves.
Slaine leans into her personal space, but this time it's not with a curl of her lip in a nasty sneer. It's with the same, sly smirk, lips pressed together tightly instead of baring her teeth - an expression she's adopted since the shift in their relationship.
(certainly not in their dynamic) (that, somehow, has not really changed, which is probably telling) ]
Are you really sure about this, birdie?
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BACK ON OUR BULLSHIT ROUND TWO
were we ever off our shit tbh
Sure, he could come up with some kind of explanation, but he's not necessarily sure that it would actually be enough to properly summarize how he wound up where he is. What he does know is that he could, very easily, pinpoint the direct cause: Morisawa Chiaki.
Said actual embodiment of sunshine and the actual personification of an energetic, loving, and extremely loyal dog can generally be cited as the cause of a lot of things in Midori's life. He couldn't even really deny it. Wouldn't want to, as embarrassing as that is.
Which is exactly why he's doing this. Or, well, saying the things that he is. Chiaki is warm in general - Midori's always kind of cold, except when he's around - but now he's just overwhelming, enveloping heat, leaving him breathless for more than one reason. Easing him open and watching him writhe and listening to him whine is always, always a test of patience, but. Worth it, every time he presses in. But first, before he gets lost in it, he has to make sure - ]
Senpai, you're doing so great... [ He presses his forehead into his temple, because Chiaki has a habit of refusing to look at him at first. It's cute. ] You're a good boy.
that's fair
amazing
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bad day sexting threads are nigh
kurochin!
you're not on a call, are you?
I want a refund
He doesn't trust it. But Nazuna is texting him. ]
right now?
no, I'm not. nothing's on fire tonight. at leqst not yet.
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aka the au where sena wishes he was a dom i guess
clothes-wise, of course.
she's playing up the androgyny today, leather pants and high heeled boots and a top made of some kind of fabric that's light and airy that moves with her every step. it's perfectly fitted, of course, because arashi settles for nothing less.
it's a shame that only leo that can see what she's wearing, though, because she's just secured a dark blue blindfold around izumi's head (the colour's an aesthetic choice, obviously), and there's nothing gentle about the way she leans in to kiss izumi, her fingers closed around izumi's wrists to keep him in place, the kiss open-mouthed and hungry.
she likes the way her lipstick stains izumi's lips when she pulls apart, mostly for air.
there's a slide of ribbon, thin, dark blue strands of satin that she loops around izumi's wrists, tying them together behind his back and tugging on the ribbon to make sure that they're secure. her next kiss is gentler, on the sharp line of izumi's cheekbone and dangerously close to his ear. ]
You look so pretty tied up, Izumi-chan ☆ [ her laughter is deceptively light, and she turns to leo, addressing him instead: ] Don't you think so, Ou-sama?
that's what he gets for being a service top
put on for him. Which - actually, you know what? There is. ☆ Because his knights love him, in their variety of ways, and this way? This is nice.
Arashi always looks good, in a way that seems effortless but even he knows isn't. He doesn't understand fashion, really, especially when compared to them, but he can always tell when his people look good. And it's aesthetic, even, all the way down to the blindfold and ribbons that she's using to tie their prickliest knight up with now.
Bouncing his foot where he's got it crossed over the other knee, cheek on his fist, he watches the way that Arashi kisses Izumi and hums a little note of approval. Something a little possessive crops up, but it's reflected in the lipstick as he tilts his head thoughtfully with her question. ]
I bet he's going to look even prettier once we're through with him. ♡ [ Said in a delighted chirp, he swings his legs around so that he's no longer sitting sideways in his seat. It's easy for Leo to pop up to his feet, coming over to Izumi's other side, circling like a shark in the water, to drape over his shoulder and tuck his nose against his unmarked cheek. ] Too bad we can't see his pretty eyes, though. And it means he can't see us, either! Shame!
wow you can both sleep on the couch
sure, and then izumi will be left alone~
alone and cold..!
more bedspace for him
he can listen to ousama and neesan outside then
aaaaaall night*~
sooo annoying
relevant: https://images.plurk.com/4gGtIrseVRStaWlWHRoF.jpg
perfect tbh
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now it's sarah's turn to die ig
All of it is well-meaning. It is, really. They love him, and that's exactly why they do what they do, making Shu take care of himself but also taking care of him, even if it's a little more unconventional than expected.
... much more unconventional than expected.
But it's easy enough for Kuro to come in, Nazuna cheerfully on his heels, to duck down and heft Shu up like a goddamn princess so he can haul him into the bedroom. After that, it's all a matter of pinning him down and kissing him into submission. Easy, when Nazuna can pin him with a look and a word, and Kuro can literally pin him down. The combination makes it even easier to take Shu apart, piece by piece, leaving a twin trail of kisses across every inch of skin that they wind up uncovering, as they go along. Even with the slow process of getting their wound up boyfriend unwound taking a bit of time, they've basically got the process down to an art.
Settling back on his knees, once Nazuna gets himself comfortable in Shu's lap, he smooths his hands up the backs of Shu's thighs to spread his legs further open. It's such a nice view? Actually - ]
Hey, don't you think Ichan looks good like this? [ He's definitely teasing, with the childhood nickname and the fact that they're talking like Shu's not there. But he has no regrets and no shame, especially since he's pulled out the tube of lube to offer to Nazuna over the raised knees between the two of them. ]
<3
so, that's when they formulated their plot. the two of them have always been quite the pair, if the memories they've been receiving are any indication, so, nazuna's just as cheerfully guilty as kuro. he's left kisses all over shu's skin since they settled in here, left little red marks every now and then somewhere where clothing will cover (though they'll know they're there), poured affection and kindness all over him with every second they've spent in this bed, but--
the innocent smile has faded into a little more a smirk, and kuro passing him the bottle just matches with it. he leans back a little with it, letting kuro pulling shu's legs apart slide his own a little further, so he rubs up against him. ] I think Ichan looks great.
[ teasing, playfully, he takes one hand and presses it to shu's opposite cheek so he can pull him a little closer, depositing an utterly sweet kiss to the cheek closest to him. you can almost hear the little heart from the noise he made. ] And Kuro-chin does too.
[ he moves over to run his hand just briefly through kuro's flattened bangs, then, oh so casually pops the cap off of the bottle to get some on his hand, sliding it down shu's dick to the base to get ready. ] I feel so lucky!
uh yeah he's resting in pieces now
nice knowing u kid
:3c
unsure face emoji lmfao
he'll be fine
more than fine if krnz have anything to say about it??
happy new year
CRUSH MY HEAD IN YOUR THIGHS SENA!!!
... now, they've gotten to this point.
Leo rolls over when his phone buzzes, stretching out and dislodging Little John from where she'd been curled up on his butt. Just getting a text of "come over" from Sena doesn't faze him all too much, not when he gets them periodically, and has the occasional text with no context, but he is pretty curious about it. But instead of sending a text back to ask why, or to say he's busy, he just pops up and goes to the door, not even bothering with his socks and just padding out of his apartment - locking the door after making sure that his cat has food, to make sure he doesn't get nagged later - with his socks on.
There's a little skip to his step, and a hum at the back of his throat, because Sena Izumi wants to see him! His beautiful, prickly, secretly kindhearted Izumi wants to see him, for whatever reason, and he has no complaints about that. So he heads up to his floor, and to his door (wonder if Hakaka or Morichi are home, too) to rap out a melody against it. ] Se~na!
[ He is oblivious. ]
:rolling_eyes:
nice nice nice nice
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