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ibuki could hardly be considered tired, even after this little ‘concert” she had put on for her friends. it was definitely a show, that’s for certain. she had played various songs on the keyboard and electric guitar that she plans on releasing–all she needed was her friends’ approval. 

once that last strum of her guitar was heard by the two other girls, they gave applause. congratulating ibuki on her hard work. she panted and let her head drop, raising her weak right hand to give a thumbs up. they let her catch her breath and set down her guitar for the night. she unplugs her amp with a wide grin on her face.

“and that, my friends, is the album that will break my own record!” she beamed. the record in question being how many streams she got on her last one, which was quite a bit. 

peko tapped her phone screen with her nail. she pulled up the numbers and was surprised to see two hundred thousand streams on ‘i just divorced my imaginary husband”. peko choked back laughter at the album name. 

mikan clasped her hands together. “it sounds great! really, i mean it…i’ll be the first to listen to it when you release it.” 

ibuki came crashing down on the bed. mikan jumped while peko just let the motion of the bed move her towards the center of the bed.

the musician made grabby hands towards mikan, signaling for her to lay down alongside her. as always, the nurse complied.

ibuki giggles. her hands run down mikan’s waist, pulling her in closer from there and making mikan squeak in the process.

“you’re great, i can always count on you.” ibuki hugs her tightly, secretly hoping that mikan forgets that she needs to go to the store tomorrow and stays at her place for the night.

but, mikan is still a worry wart, after all.

“um. ibuki?” she runs her fingers along ibuki’s smooth skin as she spoke. “it’s getting late, and i–” ibuki kisses her, speaking into her mouth in between each wet kiss.

“please?” 

kiss

“won’t you”

kiss kiss

“stay?”

neither of them needed to worry about peko. she didn’t mind. she was kind of busy right now reading all of the reviews on ibuki’s last album.

however, she did cut in to say:

“i’ll wake up early to get you your bandages. i already know which brand you think is the best, so it’s no problem.”

kiss kiss

mikan quickly pulls away. ibuki runs her own tongue across her bottom lip, tucking the long strands of her hair behind her ears so it can stop getting in the way.

“but will you remember the–” 

“the rubbing alcohol?” peko cuts in. “yes, i’ll get it for you.”

she took off her glasses. 

mikan watched as pekoyama placed them on the nightstand. it was only a matter of time before she decided to join in, she supposed.

peko planted a kiss on mikan’s forehead. choppy bangs be damned, that hairstyle suited mikan the best. it made her look…vulnerable, which was appealing to pekoyama.

“you worry too much.” and another kiss on the lips, this time from the swordswoman. “you of all people should know stress is detrimental to one’s health.” 

mikan shook her head in agreement. “i’m sorry!” peko cut her off once more, kissing her so suddenly that she accidentally touched mikan’s teeth. 

ibuki, feeling somewhat neglected, transferred her hands from mikan’s cute waist to her hips, then tracing down her thighs with her fingernails. she felt the nurse squirm. mikan’s ass moving against her. ibuki moved closer into her upon hearing her moan. ibuki let out another small laugh. “it’s so easy to make you make noises!” ibuki’s hands moved to mikan’s front. her hands squeezing her bandaged thighs.

“mmph!” she continues kissing pekoyama, pulling away only once to apologize.

pekoyama nuzzles her face into the crook of mikan’s neck. she let the ticklish feeling of her long hair on her face pass, getting busy with leaving love bites all over the left side of her neck.

“don’t apologize, sweetie.” ibuki cooed. her hands moving dangerously close to mikan’s panties. 

“you don’t need to worry when we’re with you, either.” ibuki reassures her. pekoyama hums in agreement. the feeling of her tongue on her pulse makes mikan shiver. this makes peko press herself onto mikan a little bit more. it’s the closest she can get to her without taking their clothes off. although, she’d love nothing more than to feel mikan’s entire body weight pressed against her own body. pekoyama moans aloud at the thought, biting down softly on mikan’s shoulder.

peko adjusts her position, moving herself back up to mikan’s face. her lips are at her ear as she whispers to her.

“yeah.” mikan huffs out a sigh as peko speaks. the sensation of her breath against her ear makes her stomach feel warm.

“i’ve got you.” peko flicks her tongue against mikan’s ear, enjoying the pleasured whine that followed. “we’ve got you.” 

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“that’s it for today! thanks for coming.” 

finally, the photo exhibition was over! mahiru sighed happily at the thought of just being home, alone, and not having to go anywhere of importance for two whole days. she scrambled to collect each and every one of her photos off the display and place them as fast–and of course, as neatly as she possibly could. her phone buzzed in her dress pocket. she ignored it for now, deciding to check all of her messages once she gets to the train station. 

that would have to wait though. as the photographer passed through the hall, towards the exit. a small hand snatched her by the wrist and forcefully pulled her back. “hey!” mahiru snapped, her brow unfurrowing once she saw that it was one of her clients. 

“hiyoko?” mahiru took a step back. her eyes looked the girl up and down. she was dressed to the nines. she even had her done up into a high ponytail. mahiru’s favorite hairstyle on hiyoko.

and for good reason. she looked stunning.

“what’s all this?” mahiru asked. hiyoko probably couldn’t pick up on the amazement in her voice, a defect due to that stubborn mindset of hers.

she scoffed at mahiru. typical. “i just wanted to…okay!?”

hiyoko didn’t know how lucky she was to be hiyoko. mahiru didn’t tolerate such bipolar attitudes from anyone else. speaking of such, hiyoko, after saying that, began to smile. she plead with mahiru to snap a few photos of her in her brand new kimono before she left for the weekend. 

“i won’t get to see you but you’ll get to see me!” hiyoko winked at the redhead. confused, mahiru spoke: “ehm? you don’t want a copy of these pictures?” 

“of course not, silly! i’m doing this for your sake.” hiyoko smiled.

“how thoughtful.” mahiru held back a laugh as she rolled her eyes. hiyoko’s smile disappeared. “are you saying…” her voice trailed off as she looked down defeatedly. “you don’t want some photos of me to keep for yourself?”

mahiru sighed, gently placing her hand on hiyoko’s head. being careful not to let any of hair fall out of place, she petted the blonde. her whining ceased as she seemed to lean into mahiru’s touch. cute. mahiru thought.

“i do want some, hiyoko.” 

hiyoko’s face lit up at her words. 

mahiru removed her hand. “now,”

“go and pose for me.” she gestured for the other girl to stand in front of the wall.

the room was full of jokes, the atmosphere with laughter, and mahiru had finally used up the last of her film.

“you owe me!” mahiru exclaimed, trying her best to hide more laughter.

“nuh uh! besides, i’ll bet that you have tons of film waiting at home.” hiyoko crosses her arms. 

“and maybe i do…” mahiru puts the cap back on her camera lense and places it into her backpack. “you’re fun to photograph, hiyoko.” she says in earnest.

hiyoko steps forward, opens up her arms and hugs mahiru. the photographer immediately reciprocates and lays the side of her cheek on the shorter girl's head.

“you’re fun to hug.”

a serene moment passes, and the two stop hugging.

mahiru takes hiyoko’s face into her hands, cupping the dancer’s cheeks and giving her a kiss on the nose.

“you’re fun to touch.”

in an instant, hiyoko tilts her head to the side. she places her lips on mahiru’s, knocking her back a little. hiyoko curses herself mentally for being so forceful today. it’s like you’re trying to scare mahiru! she screams at herself in her mind.

hiyoko slowly pulls off mahiru’s lips with a quiet smack. mahiru hasn’t opened her eyes yet.

“you’re fun to kiss.” hiyoko licks her top lip, smiling contentedly at her.

quickly making the decision to sacrifice some of her alone time this weekend, mahiru invites hiyoko to go home with her. hiyoko excitedly agrees, wrapping her arms around mahiru's waist before the pair head outside.

“about that kimono…” mahiru points to hiyoko’s front. “do you mind if it gets wrinkled or anything?” 

“huh?” hiyoko thinks for a moment. “why?” 

“because i want to get it off of you as soon as we get home.” mahiru’s eyes are fixed onto the concrete walkway in front of them.

hiyoko feels her face warm up, starting at her cheeks and up to her forehead. her mind is flooded with thoughts of what’s to come, causing her to feel woozy.

“um. no it’s okay.” she does her best to keep up with mahiru, who’s overtaking her on the walkway. her legs feel tired, weighed down. 

“i don’t mind.” she simpers, amused at her own body’s reaction to the situation.

“i don’t mind at all!.” she’s walking parallel with mahiru now, leaning into the girl and taking her hand. 

mahiru squeezes it. 

“good.” 

a little tighter

“let’s go.” mahiru says hushedly. hiyoko walked a little faster at her signal.

mahiru can’t wait for this weekend to begin, and hiyoko is already thinking about how sad it’ll be when it’s over.

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the neon orange light peeking through the half-closed blinds of nekomaru’s bedroom made the atmosphere much more comfortable, at least for akane. the pair have been dating for about two months now and have gotten well acquainted. well– better than they had already been. some couples really just get along like that, even before romantic feelings surface.

her boyfriend’s voice echoes in her mind, hearing him say how working at the same place as her was fate. destiny. akane didn’t really believe in that sort of stuff. that is, until nekomaru began to recount the many extraordinary life experiences he’s had. but, if she’s to believe in anything, then it has to be love.

her cheek is pressed up against the cool sheets of his bed. her ear at his chest, listening to his soft breathing. she assumes that he’s asleep and anticipates the twitching that occurs.

she adjusts herself and checks on him just to make sure. “psst.” akane moves closer to his neck. “nekomaru?” nekomaru shifts his weight towards her with a grunt. “yeah?”

so he never fell asleep, huh?

“what’s wrong? am i not comfortable enough to sleep on?” she sasses him.

nekomaru can only let out a light laugh. “yeah right.” he sits upright. he pulls his girlfriend in and holds her. her back to his chest. “how can i sleep when i have this much energy pent up?” akane feels his hands move up closer to her chest. she could see he was trying to be subtle, but his hands are far too big for being stealthy. either way, she didn’t mind. she liked the way the hardened skin on the palm of his hands felt on her. and it didn’t matter where he touched her, the sensation was always the same; warm, sensitive, and pleasant.

“want to do something?” she asked casually.

“i’ve been wanting to…just didn’t wanna sound like a jackass.” nekomaru admits, his fingertips inching closer to the top button on akane’s blouse.

she scoffs. “you never sound like a jackass.” akane can’t discredit him completely. she likes the fact that he’s always polite when he asks for something he really wants. desperate for her, or just wanting something quick, nekomaru always asks nicely. “glad to hear it–” he barely made an effort to finish such a short sentence before his lips were on akane’s.

hearing akane’s low pitched moans cause nekomaru to strive for more of her. making him want to stick out his tongue and press it against her lips, to bite her lips as he slowly pulls away from her, just do it again and again. soon enough, he’s doing just that. swallowing, no, drinking in her saliva as he kisses her deeper.

in one swift motion, akane places her hand at the waistband of nekomaru’s pants. she pulls it back and leans into his face to whisper ‘undo these.’ to which nekomaru obliges. she smiles to herself as she watches him pull down his bottoms and underwear for her. feels good to have a man that’s eager to do whatever you ask him to. nekomaru’s half hard dick came out, dropping onto his abdomen and nearly touching his navel. “mm.” she hums. it seems that this sight gets better every time she sees it.

akane moves her bangs to one side of her face before sinking down to kiss nekomaru’s tip. she leaves kisses down to the middle of his shaft, then back up again. she licks her lips and gives his tip another kiss, parting her lips as to tease the man. she starts using her tongue.

as much as it is a shame that nekomaru isn’t vocal, akane can appreciate how his breathing speeds up as he’s nearing orgasm. how the only thing he can repeat is her name, as he’s about to cum. she doesn’t let up, of course. wanting to hear the crazed desperation in his voice as he shakily breathes out one last exhale before shooting his load down her throat.

nekomaru hardly waits for her to swallow before his lips are back on hers. “i love” kiss “you” he tells her.

he squeezes her waist, the unexpected ticklish feeling making her squirm. she moaned into the kiss anyway, placing her hand at the back of his head and caressing the little hair he had at his nape. she wants to tell him to thank her by buying her some food tonight. she smiles into his kiss, trying to avoid breaking into laughter.

eh i’ll tell him later. she decides. i’ll enjoy him for a liiiitle while longer.

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hajime was to hold the apartment down while his two roommates were away. he figured if kazuichi was going with fuyuhiko, he could stay home, have some peace and quiet, then finish working on his assignment.

he puts his pencil down to scratch the tip of his nose. his own sniff echoes throughout the room. that’s how quiet it is. hajime glances at the clock on the wall. it’s already been an hour, so surely the two other boys would be back relatively soon.

he just didn’t expect it to be this soon.

hajime can hear the door swing open from across the apartment. he can hear the knob hit the wall as well. excited, are we? he thought.

“it looks sick, dude. go show hajimeeee─!” kazuichi stops in his tracks once he sees hajime standing in the doorway of his room. he lifts fuyuhiko’s shirt, making the shorter boy huff in surprise. he turns him around in one swift motion.

“hajime, be honest. did they fuck up any of my other tattoos?” fuyuhiko called out.

hajime looks over his back, mesmerized by all the muted colors clashing together. it was a good clash, the type that made the art really pop.

not having, nor wanting, a tattoo–hajime was stunned that fuyuhiko really got all the tattoos he said he would. he remembered when he first made that bold remark, but what made it even bolder is that he said he planned to get more after the ones he said he wanted initially.

“they didn’t.” he says honestly. “it looks really good.”

hajime looked over at kaz, studying his arms to see if there were any tattoos on him. “didn’t you say wanted a tattoo also?”

before kazuichi could answer, fuyuhiko cut in to say that he almost asked to get one but chickened out. “i didn’t even know why you insisted on coming if you were going to get all scared about it.” he stepped away to place the jacket he was carrying down on the sofa.

“i told you! i was there for…moral support, just in case you got scared!” kazuichi followed after him. hajime gave a little snort, trying to catch his laughter before kaz noticed. “it would probably have been the other way around.” hajime turned around to head back into his own room, leaving the two to their petty, little argument in the living room.

it’s already late in the afternoon, so hajime places the assignment documents neatly in his folder and closes it up. he draws the curtains to his room, getting one last glimpse of the setting sun’s orange hue before it completely disappears for the night.

a harsh knock on the wall outside of his room can be heard behind him. “hey hajime,” fuyuhiko stood there, his previous jet black shirt that he wore now missing.

hajime’s eyes went from his face down to his chest, eyeing the masterfully done chest piece fuyuhiko had.

that one has to be my favorite.

his eyes went back up to meet fuyuhiko’s.

“y-yeah?” damn, not the stutter

“should we cook tonight, or did you want to order something? go out?”

hajime’s mind drew a blank.

sure, he was a little bit hungry at this point. but can you blame him for not thinking about dinner?

“up to you.” he answered, trying his best to act unbothered.

fuyuhiko ran his fingers through his spiky hair, moving his hand down to scratch behind his neck. “probably not up to making something after doing work all day, eh hajime?”

hajime tried his best not to look at him, pretending to file the rest of the pages of his assignment. “right.”

fuyuhiko took a step into the room. “you good?” he reached out his hand to touch haji’s shoulder. before he could reach him, hajime let the documents fall with a quiet thud and turned to meet fuyuhiko’s eyes once again.

“can i tell you something?” hajime asked, his voice suddenly low and gravelly. fuyuhiko took notice of this right away, knowing that it only happens when hajime’s nervous.

fuyuhiko leaned in to listen, assuring him that he could tell him anything without fear of judgement. “should i call kazuichi?”

hajime realized it would buy him a few seconds to recollect himself. he nodded and fuyuhiko yelled for him.

“what? what!? i’m starving! fuyuhiko did you ask him or what!?” kazuichi glared at him.

“kazuichi.” hajime firmed. kaz looked at him, puzzled.
“what do you think of fuyuhiko’s tattoos?”

kazuichi just stood there, studying hajime’s face. he noticed that he was red, flushed and just leering at both of them.

“they look fine, why?”

suddenly defensive, fuyuhiko took a step in front of kazuichi, giving hajime a cold stare. “what kinda question is that? do you have a problem with them?”

hajime breathes in deeply. fuyuhiko is so close to him, their bodies might as well be pushed up against one another.

“they look good, as i said before. they look really good actually.” hajime starts. maybe a little too good he goes on inside of his head.

“that’s why i wanted to ask you two,”

he paused. the two others looked at him in anticipation.

“if you wanted to hook up again.”

fuyuhiko groans, while kazuichi’s facial expression turns from irritated to excited.

“you said that would only be a one time thing!” the blond boy complains.

“don’t look at me, kazuichi was the one that suggested that in the first place.” hajime gestured to kaz, who was preoccupied with removing his shirt.

“c’mon fuyuhiko. none of us has had the time to get laid lately. we’re all down bad here.” kazuichi tossed his top onto haji’s bed.

fuyuhiko didn’t dare look at kaz in his face. he was far too embarrassed at this point. the red was already showing up on his face.

“ohh, i know! you’re just afraid of being the bottom again.” kazuichi smirks. he leans onto the shorter boy, arm around his shoulders.

fuyuhiko doesn’t shrug him off, but he does cross his arms defiantly. “what’s there to be afraid of? a bisexual and a guy who follows me around like a lost puppy?”

well at least i know which one is which hajime thinks

he sat himself down onto his bed, beckoning the two to follow suit.

fuyuhiko was on his right side, kazuichi on his left. he turned to fuyuhiko and told him that he didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to.

“i just felt like being underneath you wasn’t for me…sorry man.”

hajime knew exactly where fuyuhiko was coming from. with how domineering fuyuhiko typically is, hajime expected him to be less aligned with receiving and more drawn towards giving, pleasing, and controlling.

“don’t be sorry!” kaz beamed. “i don’t think either of us would mind it if you put us in our place.” his smiled widened at the mention of it, sharp teeth showing.

fuyuhiko almost smiled himself, rolling his eyes. “why don’t you fuck around and find out.”

hajime watched him intently, moving his face closer into his to kiss him. fuyuhiko, although a bit hesitant, reciprocated and got lost in his kiss.

so lost, that it didn’t take him long to begin to stick his tongue out, beginning to get harder and harder as hajime pressed his body up against his own. fuyuhiko moved his hand up to haji’s face to make sure he wouldn’t pull away abruptly. “don’t you go anywhere.” fuyuhiko whispered into his mouth, sealing the deal.

hajime grunted. a noise of utter agreement and approval was the only thing he could do, with his mouth occupied and all.

he let out another grunt, one after the other as soon as he felt kaz’s hands on him. on his waist, sliding up towards his chest. kazuichi’s fingertips were surprisingly cold, and it made haji shiver. it felt good, as the sharpness of the cold shot up into his chest and made his nipples harden. kaz squeezed his pecs, nuzzling his face into his neck and placing a few kisses there.

hajime did his best to give kazuichi access to his neck while still kissing fuyuhiko, moving his head ever so slightly to the side. he moaned into fuyuhiko’s mouth when kaz bit down, leaving what would be, without a doubt, the darkest, violet colored hickey hajime has ever received.

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sonia gazed into the pitch black sky above her, looking up at the sea of stars. if they’re lucky, gundham will wake up early enough tomorrow morning so they can see the aurora borealis. this time together.

the man pulls out his own suitcase, placing it to lean onto the driver’s side door. sonia waits until she hears the sound of the backdoor sliding shut to pull up the handle of her suitcase. with the car locked, the couple walk side by side into the hotel lobby. check-in was simple and fast. it was extremely late, even by gundham’s standards; so it was no surprise that the clerk hurriedly gave them their room keys and sent the two on their way.

before they knew it, they stood outside the suite. sonia’s eyes widened in wonder at how large the room was upon opening it. she rushed in excitedly. gundham followed.

the ever observant man watched his princess, her body language making it obvious that she was amazed by the amount of space the room held. “what is it that intrigues you so?” he asked.

“don’t you see? it looks just like home!” sonia unzipped her suitcase and began to unpack her toiletries.

“surely you jest…i’ve been led to believe that your home is much larger.”

“the decor is similar! from what i remember at least.” she sadly drags her feet into the bathroom, toothbrush and toothpaste in hand. “would you like for me to put your things in the bathroom as well?”

gundham hesitates for one second, the unspoken feeling of improperness striking him. it always feel wrong to let a princess of all people to do a small favor, if anything. but he knows sonia wants nothing more than for people to treat her as their equal.

“yes,” he spoke slowly. “if you would be so willing.”

she smiles and takes his bag.

the two take turns heading in and out of the bathroom, trying to finish their nightly rituals as soon as possible. thirty minutes pass, and the two are exhausted. even more than before.

the last thing to do was shower. they looked at one another and just knew what the other was thinking.

“shall we leave that for tomorrow?” sonia asks, a slight rasp in her voice.

gundham sighs, pushing his hair back. the stubborn strands of grey falling right back into his eyes.

“we shall.”

he’s the first to crawl onto the bed and under the covers, moving across the mattress to leave room for sonia. he keeps the covers open for her and beckons to her to join him. she smiles sleepily.

she has her palm on his chest, over his night shirt. the woman reaches up to his neck and massages it lightly. she traces the pale blue veins on the side of gundham’s neck. he inhales softly, relishing in her touch. it truly did feel amazing.

sonia places her fingertips on what was an apparent weak spot. he squirms and she giggles. “sorry.” she whispers.

as much as he enjoyed this, gundham urged his princess to sleep.

“...for when the early morning calls our names, we will be unable to wake from our slumber.”

sonia felt another wave of tiredness hit her as she listened to him speak. his tired voice was not new for her to hear, but she loved it nonetheless.

she hummed. “can i get one last kiss, then?”

she didn’t need to ask twice. gundham already has his lips enclosed onto her own. it was quick, sweet. oh, how she couldn’t wait to be back at home with him at her side.

her lips formed a small smile at the thought she had before succumbing to her tiredness.

most fairytales end with a princess waking up after being kissed. but here i am–being kissed to sleep.

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for about two weeks now, nagito has been staying up all night just to sleep until noon. sometimes even past noon. an agonizing cycle that is unnecessarily hard to break. and although nighttime is usually when he feels the most inspired, the loss of sleep is not worth feeling utterly unproductive in the morning—er, in the afternoon.

“so you did get to finally playing it.” nagito peeked at chiaki’s PC monitor to find her playing the latest addition to her favorite horror game series. “that looks so cool.” he says. chiaki hums in agreement, fixated on beating up an enemy in the game. “story’s pretty cool too.”

without missing a beat she asks nagito if he wants to try his hand at it. he politely declines. “you know i always love to watch you play.” chiaki pauses the game and looks up at him. “but an unskilled piece of trash like me wouldn’t be any good at it.”

he watches her face change into a sour expression. he loved to seek approval from chiaki, but it also brought him some strange sort of satisfaction to make her lecture him on his self-deprecating comments. nagito doesn’t really try to rationalize this thought process anymore. as for chiaki, well, she just hopes that one day he’ll stop it for good.

“why do you say that?” she genuinely asked. which nagito had no answer for. instead, he gave her his usual tiny grin, then sat back down on the bed behind her desk setup. “mm. nagito.” the game’s soundtrack plays faintly in the background.

chiaki gets up and stands right in front of his knees. nagito spread his knees apart so she could stand right between them, at the very edge of the mattress. “what is it,” he places both his hands under her shirt, at her waist. he began to caress her smooth skin. “cutie?” chiaki returned the gesture. bringing her hand up to his neck and running her short-ish fingernails across the nape of his neck as she spoke. she took his bait and started lecturing him again.

she was never harsh. and perhaps she should be. but, she knows that the last thing nagito needs is for someone to berate him, just as he does to himself.

her fingers get intertwined in his hair, getting closer to his scalp. it’s sensitive as is the rest of the skin on his body. but chiaki knows what kind of reaction he has every time she gently scrapes her nails there.

“well…”

nagito tries to keep his mouth closed as her fingernails get closer to the very top of his head.

“i was thinking; instead of being hard on yourself.”

yeah?

“you can be hard in me instead.”

nagito always finds himself surprised with the things chiaki says to people she is comfortable with being around. but seeing how she lets herself talk so freely around him, he couldn’t feel any luckier.

“you know i’m not one to ever deny you anything, but”

it’s so hard to resist

“i need to fix my sleep schedule.” he firms.

patting his head one last time before removing her hand from his hair, chiaki tries to take a step back. nagito tightens his grasp on her waist ever so slightly, holding her still.

“oh? did you just want to cuddle then?” she asks innocently, shrugging off what she just said. nagito wasn’t about to let her get off so easily like that, though.

“if that’s really what you want to do, then sure.” he smiles. nagito leans in, resting his cheek on chiaki’s chest. “but honestly, i think fixing my sleep schedule can wait.”

his hands are at the small of chiaki’s back now, gliding up and down in smooth motions that make her feel tingles shoot up her spine. he presses her in closer to him, breathing in the sweet scent of whatever perfume she has on. she owns a few and they all make her smell irresistible. one of the reasons he always stays near to her when he works on his own assignments. he loves smelling her as she walks by, leeching off of her body warmth while they lay together in bed.

she lifts his chin gently, leaning in for a kiss. or two. or three. and finally, nagito’s weak body gives out from under him, causing the two to come falling down onto the soft blanket underneath them. neither of them care, though. too lost in each other to care. chiaki’s new video game was forgotten, along with nagito’s hope to get to sleep early tonight.

funnily enough, he can finally feel what it was like to be in chiaki’s position.

it was the first time they had sex.

he was slowly moving inside her, and noticed the small bump protruding right above her pussy. he felt his stomach flip, a shot of arousing warmth sent up his body and settled in his head─making him dizzy. he attempted to get chiaki to feel him, lifting her hand and guiding it towards the bump.

her pretty eyes were clearly glazed over, following nagito’s hand with her eyes as he went further down. she was too fucked out to really register what he was doing, but it felt great regardless.

he remembered her tired eyes, and how she fell asleep almost immediately after. she was exhausted from being out all day that day. and yet, she still wanted nagito to fuck her.

she mumbled out things like ‘please do that again.’ and ‘i love how you feel so much.’ which made nagito feel a nearly unexplainable warm pleasure each and every time he thought about it.

and now? chiaki’s on top of him, kissing him fervently. only giving him a few seconds duration to refill on some air. going straight back to it as soon as she decides he’s had enough. all that while making sure to tease the sides of his waist with her fingers by lightly tracing them down. low, lower, lowest…until she reaches the waistband of his boxers.

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ryota bit his lip, leaning forward. his face was so close to his drawing tablet, he could feel the warmth radiating off of it on the very tip of his nose.

he could hear the doorknob slowly twist, trying to be as quiet as possible. he knew it was his partner and not mikan. he can always tell when it’s her because she usually rushes inside his room.

sagishi ambles in, closing the door behind them-hearing the lock make a click. the only sound was of their slippers shuffling across the floor and the rustling of a bag of takeout. food from teruteru’s family’s diner.

sagishi contemplates on giving their boyfriend a quick kiss on his head, not sure if that would distract him too much. they go for it anyway.

the food smelled great. sagishi already knowing not to wait for ryota, started digging in. without a glance back from ryota, he told them to enjoy it. he never wants to keep them waiting. however, it doesn’t stop sagishi from trying to convince him to take a short break.

ryota practically threw his stylus down, whipping his swivel chair around to face his partner. startled, sagishi stops chewing mid-bite, staring at ryota. “yes-?” they started only to be interrupted by ryota. he then smiles triumphantly. “i finally finished this animatic…”

sagishi chews a little more, then swallows. they nod.

“wait, that one?”

“yes. that one.” an extra special, and not to mention, extra long animatic ryota has been working on for over a month.

“we can finally spend this weekend together.” he states.

they smile. thank goodness.

“and i get your undivided attention, right?” sagishi stretches out their hand, waiting for their boyfriend to take it.

ryota reciprocates, taking their hand in his own and squeezing it. “that’s right.”

he draws in closer to his partner, going in for a tight hug to which sagishi hugs him even tighter. ryota lets out an involuntary huff. they chuckle.

“sorry. i just missed you.” ryota takes his place on his bed next to them and begins digging through the bag to see what looks good.

“i missed you too.”

and for once, ryota’s shoulders don’t feel as tense as they usually do.

“oh, and i almost forgot…” ryota says quietly.

he puts his hand on his partner’s right cheek, making them look towards him.

he gives them a long, loving kiss. it seemed like forever since he last did this, seeing as he was just giving them short pecks on the lips and cheek at the end of the day for the past few weeks.

it made sagishi almost want to scold him a bit for staying up so late and overworking himself.

well

they can always do that later. now is the time to enjoy the long weekend they have ahead of them.