your knight rushing into your bed chambers after hearing a crash only to find you just out of the bath, having slipped on a puddle of water on the floor and, unfortunately for him, having dropped your bath towel in the process…..
Mornings with Genshin men. Who wakes who up? Who makes breakfast?
Featuring: Diluc, Baizhu, Durin, Lohen, Thoma, Tighnari, Xiao, Varka, Razor, Xinqiu, Gaming, Bennett, Childe/ Tartaglia/ Ajax, Flins, Wriothesley, Cyno, Kaveh, Venti, Kazuha, Gorou, Kaeya, Kinich, Neuvillette, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Chongyun, Heizou, Itto, Alhaitham, Freminet, Lyney, and Albedo (Basically everyone but with a few exceptions)
Assuming you guys are married and live together (with exceptions such as Kazuha). Modern Au but if I think the answer would be different in Teyvat I specify.
Nothing is meant to be takes as NSFW but there is intimacy. Example you shower with Cyno (not detailed)
Early Birds
Diluc gets up at the brink of dawn which is weird since he often goes to sleep late. Usually the maids would make you breakfast but sometimes he likes to give them the day off just so he can surprise you with something he made. On weekdays he’ll kiss your cheek and whisper that he’s going to work. It’s gentle enough not to make you stir. He will be gone before you wake up. On weekends however he may allow himself to entangle himself with you for a little while longer, still waking up early. If you ever see him oversleeping you know he completely exhausted himself the night before. When he’s in such a state you know better than to wake him up. Whenever you wake up before him whether it be in the middle of the night or morning you’ll always wake up with his arms around you. It doesn’t matter how you guys went to sleep he will always shift into this position.
Baizhu is up because the pharmacy opens early and he needs to make some prescriptions fresh. On his days off he will stay in bed a little bit to cuddle you. Still he doesn’t sleep until noon and doesn’t let you either because it’s unhealthy. He wakes you up but you cook breakfast most of the time. He’ll eat, get ready, then bid you farewell before leaving. In the scenario where Qiqi lives with you guys as an adopted daughter he will wake you, then Qiqi and lets you cook as he helps her get ready for school. He will be the one who takes her to school. In Teyvat he’s up early no matter what since on his days off he is looking for ingredients for his medicines.
Durin is up early for no particular reason. It’s in his nature. As a dragon he likes to wake up early then take a midday nap if he’s tired. He’s the most productive in the morning so he’ll stretch, get ready, read, and all but start his day way before you get up. Wakes you up for work but doesn’t mind letting you sleep in if you have nothing to do. He’ll get breakfast started. He may make the pancake batter for example but wait until you wake up so you can cook it. He’ll eat a mini breakfast before you get up then eat again when you’re awake. For someone who can be quite cuddly during the night he finds it easy to leave your arms in the morning it seems.
Lohen can be a little hyperactive so he can’t sleep until noon if he tried. He’ll wake up. Do like 20 things then sneak back into bed just before the time where he knows you’ll wake up. He does this because he prefers when you wake him up instead of the other way around. Will refuse to get out of bed unless you kiss him awake. Will squeeze you tightly so you’re unable to leave the bed unless you do. He’s surprisingly domestic so he easily whips up breakfast for you two. It helps that he started preparing before you got up but you don’t need to know that. Sometimes when he’s board he will change the clock times then wake you up to make you think you overslept. Will be the one to drive you to work each day and secretly enjoys watching your head bobble in the passenger seat when you’re tired. Mornings can be filled with mild pranks just to get your reaction. Secretly though there is a ton of things he does just to ensure your morning goes smoothly outside of his chaos like ironing your clothes or keeping your shoes close in the shoe closet.
Thoma is up early because he finds it difficult to sleep 8 hours straight. He does all the housework before you wake up and will definitely be the one making breakfast. Wakes you up gently but only after everything is ready for you. He already has your clothes ironed, your phone charged, and your lunch packed. Will help you get ready if you’re tired. He purposefully chooses a shift that starts after yours so he can help you. He will stay in bed on his days off if you’re cuddling him. He hates leaving your arms.
Tighnari likes dealing with everything he needs to bright and early so that his afternoons are free. It gives him more time to spend with you. He will wake you up but you usually help him get ready for work. He already has your eggs boiled he just asks you to peel them. He might have made the toast just asks you to add the spread. It’s an agreement though. You make breakfast, he makes you guys lunch. On weekends, especially during the winter he’ll allow you to stay cuddled up against him and his tail late into the morning. In summer he might wake you up in the middle of the night asking if you can get him water since he will be burning up.
Xiao doesn’t let himself sleep past sunrise. He’s usually gone before you wake up. You’ll see a good morning text when you get up. On the off-days where you catch him at home when you wake up he’ll be zoned out while sitting beside you in bed. You’ll ask him what’s wrong to which he’d reply with “Nothing. Go back to bed.” He doesn’t eat breakfast. If you want he’ll take you out for breakfast every once in awhile. He feels bad whenever you make him breakfast since he knows you’re tired.
Oversleepers
Varka snores like a howling wolf. You’ll wake up body locked by his grip, try your best to squirm out to no avail. You’ll try your best to wake him up but he’s a deep sleeper. You’ve learned to just hold it in if you need the bathroom because there is no getting to him. At a random moment his eyes will just fly open. You’ll be the first thing he sees so he’ll smile and lean in to kiss you. “Morning, sweetheart.” he’ll greet with a raspy voice. Definitely has morning breath that’ll make your face scrunch. You’ve learned to prepare breakfast the night before because of how often this happens. He isn’t really a breakfast guy but he gets upset when you don’t eat breakfast. Before you got together he skipped it like half the time. He gets ready quick so he always leaves on time which is annoying since his oversleeping has made you late on many occasions. Personally I head canon him with a stay at home wife but if you work close by he will try to walk you when he can. When the weather is nice he probably walks to work even if he works 45 minutes away. Every day you’ll complain about his annoying sleep and morning habits to which he’ll tell he will stop just for the cycle to repeat again. You continue to deal with it because he has a way of convincing you to deal with all his irritating behaviours.
Razor wants to wake up early. He was raised to wake up early (by wolves in Teyvat by whoever in modern AU) but you just make the bed feel way to warm. You guys will just be cuddling in the early hours of the morning. You’ll turn off your alarm but his sudden bothered expression as his face twitches makes you feel guilty to which you’ll go back into his arms. When you guys finally get up it’s still the morning but he will be slightly disappointed since he hoped to be awake right at dawn. You make breakfast but he will help. He also learned how to help you get ready so he’ll do simple tasks like bringing you your clothes or skincare. Weekends and weekdays are basically the same. The only difference is you have no reason to wake him up so you guys genuinely spend the whole morning cuddling and don’t stop until noon. Even if you need the bathroom, if he’s not out of bed by the time you’re done you know you’ll probably just go back into his arms.
Xinqiu oversleeps by 20-30 minutes which is enough to throw off his schedule. You’ll wake up by a maid knocking on the door since you live in his family’s estate. In turn you’ll wake him up. He’ll ask for “5 more minutes.” You’ll allow it and by the time he gets out of bed he’s running late. The maids make you guys breakfast. When they don’t you guys probably planned to go to an overpriced breakfast place. He begs you to help him get ready. You guys know each other’s exact routines by heart. Whenever he has extra time in the morning he will ask if he can help you get ready instead. If you both work he will open the car door for you. You guys will both be taken to work by his personal driver. If you don’t you’ll walk him to the car and kiss him goodbye before he’s off for the day.
Gaming oversleeps on purpose. He sets an alarm a bit earlier than he needs to be up just so he can turn it off and get an extra 10-20 minutes with you. He calls it planned oversleeping. He usually is the one who wakes you up. He will let you use the bathroom first. Assuming you’re not going out to eat Dim Sum he will make breakfast. You guys both get ready in front of each other. When you’re done he likes to fix your accessories and make sure you have everything you need including your lunch, keys, and phone. On weekends he’ll keep you in bed cuddling asking why you want to get up when you guys “have nothing to do.” You’ll go out for Dim Sum on at least one day out of the weekend. Mornings with him feel warm and comfy.
Bennett oversleeps half the time but not by choice. He tries his best to wake up early so he can plan for his bad luck but his luck makes him sleep in half the time. It’s split on when you guys wake each other up. Sometimes you’ll shake him awake to tell him he’s late. He’d rush everything and take some toast and milk (it’s soiled) for breakfast at most before rushing out the door. He’ll come back a second later since he forgot to kiss you goodbye then would leave in a sprint since he knows better than to trust being in a vehicle. Other times he’ll wake you up gently. He tried his best to cook breakfast, iron your clothes, and get anything you need ready. It didn’t turn out too well but it’s the thought that counts right?
Forces you to stay in bed
Tartaglia/Childe/ Ajax has the ability to wake up early he just doesn’t want to. He’s in a position at his job where no one can say anything if he’s late to which he takes full advantage of. He’ll pretend to be asleep just to stay cuddled up next to you. You know he’s faking because you catch him smiling to which he’d laugh when you call him out. Before you woke up he was watching you sleep since he thinks you look beautiful in such a natural state. Will try his best to convince you to stay in bed. “I’ll help you get ready, please just 5 more minutes.” Somehow 5 turns into 10, 10 turns into 20, and 20 turns into whenever you refuse to let him keep you. If you think he’d let you do work as hard as cooking breakfast right when you wake up you’re wrong. He’s making you a balanced breakfast housewife or not. He’ll help you get ready while talking about how gorgeous you are. He’ll even brush your teeth if you ask. He’ll drive you to work and won’t let you say otherwise. On the way he’ll stop by any store to get you whatever drink you like to have in the morning. As he drops you off it’s another struggle to actually leave. He keeps asking for “one more kiss.” He’ll keep the doors locked until you give him a good goodbye kiss followed by an “I love you, Ajax.”
Flins likes to see you pampered. He’ll wake you up with breakfast in bed. He’s so gentle when he wakes you up. He’ll spend a few minutes beforehand just admiring your face. He likes this version of you more than when you’re all dolled up. He sees it as your natural appearance. He doesn’t sleep like people do so if he’s in bed it’s just because you asked him to be. When he sleeps in his lantern form he still tries to wake up before you. He makes breakfast but won’t stop you if you want to be the one who makes breakfast. He’ll do whatever you want him to since his work doesn’t follow a strict schedule. If you ask him to take you to work he definitely will. If you don’t want to that’s okay too as long as you bid each other farewell he’s okay with anything. On weekends he’ll let you sleep in. He likes to joke about you being quite the “sleeping beauty.” He often prepares you a bath right when you wake up whenever you aren’t busy.
Wriothesley keeps you in bed just because he can. He knows you want to stay in bed with him even when you say otherwise. It doesn’t matter if he’s late so he can care less. Loves ignoring your protest while to snuggling into your neck. He either bites you or threatens to bite you to shut you up. Keeps you in bed for a little bit longer just to rub in your defeat. You make breakfast or breakfast is made for you in the prison. He will make you guys a morning cup of tea that goes with whatever you are eating. You’re usually the one who wakes him up.
Cyno is often working a night shift making it hard for him to wake up with you. Because of this, he tries his best to keep you in bed for as long as possible when he does get the chance. He can be a sauna of heat so even during the night you may try wiggling away from him. He’ll try everything to keep you in bed. Anything to convince you. He takes no blame though if he ever makes you late. Cyno will ask to shower together. Either of you can make breakfast. He doesn’t mind spoiling you if you ask him to since he isn’t home in the morning often.
Kaveh slept late since he was too busy working on another draft of a project. Now he’s tired and wants to stay in bed. What does that mean for you? That means you have to stay in bed too. He’ll hold your hand if you try to get up and whine about you leaving. He won’t make you guys oversleep but will still try to keep you in bed for just a little longer. He’ll offer to make breakfast if you stay (He makes it anyways so it is not a very good bribe but he’s too tired to think of anything better). He irons your clothes the night before since he wants you to look perfect. His alarm wakes you up since he probably has one of those annoying ones since he’s scared that if he’s ever late he will lose access to the project. On weekends he sleeps until noon then complains about his neck aching.
Venti gives you two types of mornings: sweet, romantic mornings and annoyingly clingy mornings. The type of morning will depend on who wakes up first. If he wakes up first he’s writing poetry or cutting fruit by the time you get up. If you wake up first you have to get out of bed before he can notice. If you don’t he’ll start the morning off with a whine about you leaving bed too early. Try doing anything when he still wants to sleep with you, it’s impossible. You sit on the couch to check the weather? His heads on your lap trying to keep you there. You go to the bathroom? He’s against the door waiting for you to come out so he can drag you back. You try doing anything else? He’s putting his full body weight on you so that you’re struggling to stand and may be forced to rest on the floor together. When you guys do actually get ready he will ask if you guys can braid each other’s hair. As for breakfast he prefers light breakfast like fruit so if you want anything more you’ll have to make it yourself. If you’re okay with just fruit he will prepare it as long as he’s fully awake. He will pout if you don’t give him a goodbye kiss. You will be texted reels while you work about how you don’t love him anymore.
Sweet Mornings
Kazuha is often travelling so he isn’t home much (assuming you aren’t with him.) When he’s back home he’s very attentive as to make up for his absence. He’ll wake up and smile like a mad man when he gets a glimpse of your face. He’ll spend half an hour just staring at you. He’s still used to the timings abroad. He’ll get up, make breakfast, than bring you breakfast in bed. If you ever give him the honour of being woken up by you instead he’ll look at you as if you’re the sun. He’ll be completely memorized until you call him out of it. Like the flirt he is he will be sure to tell you why he’s so caught off guard. In the event you do travel with him he still wakes you up. He secretly has a ton of pictures of you sleeping. He isn’t hiding that he has it he just hasn’t told you yet. Either way he helps you get ready every way he can. He’s memorized your skincare routine just so he can be the one who puts it on your face.
Gorou has started to resist the night shift just so he can spend time with you in the mornings. He loves it. Your arms around each other with one deep into the fur of his tail. You wake him up by scratching his ears. You’ll put together something as simple as toast as he sits at the table. Afterwards he’ll wash the dishes while thinking about a mix of things. It’s always the perfect time to flirt with him since it catches him on guard. Finally when it’s time for one of you to leave he’ll wait patiently for a goodbye kiss. You can’t ever forget or he’ll think about it all day. He’ll be visually distracted during training.
Kaeya will be woken up by you each morning. He’ll take off his eye mask before greeting you. His pyjamas are excessive as he is. You guys with get ready while he takes over the bathroom mirror for as long as possible. In the mornings you guys often hit up a breakfast place since you’re both too lazy to make anything and it allows you guys to go on an extra morning date.
Kinich adjusted his routine to suit you. He wakes up just a bit earlier so he can be out of the way when you wake up. If you allow him to he will even pick out your clothes so you could sleep in as much as possible. He’ll wake you up while brushing strands out your face. He’ll kiss his teeth if you ask for “5 more minutes” but he’s a sucker for you so he’ll allow it. He might complain about how messy you’re eating but in a way that feels affectionate. He’ll wash the dishes and everything while allowing you to do your thing. When it’s time to leave he’ll call for you, “Okay, I’m heading out.” His tender acts of service makes it impossible to be late unless you consciously choose to be.
Neuvillette always wakes up at the same time each day. His routine is normal, regular, consistent. He wakes up, then wakes you up. He takes a shower in a perfect temperature of water and changes since he prefers to be ready before his meals. He will then come back to wake you up again if you’re still not awake. He eats what the melusines/ maids (depending on the AU) prepared for you two. He will then allow the melusines or your daughter to put a bow in his hair. Spends a little while reviewing documents before bidding you goodbye for the day. He likes it this way, yet he finds his irregular days are his favourite days. The days where he has no work to do so he gets to stay with you all morning, the days where you guys wake up early just to try exclusive cake, the days where you wake up feeling extra clingy. Those type of mornings will always be his favourite type of mornings no matter how much he likes his routine.
Scaramouche/ Wanderer is great at domestic life. He will wake you up gently but with that false annoyance tone of his. “Y/N it’s time to wake up…Who are you? Sleeping beauty? You have to get up. You have work today.” He makes breakfast for sure. Imagine him with an apron that says something like “kiss the cook” that you often tease him about. His ears would turn red as he replies, “I told you Nahida gave it to me!” He makes sure you eat all your breakfast since he wants to make sure you have enough energy for the day. Gets himself ready first then helps you get ready since “you’re taking too long.” He won’t stop you if you decide to kiss him goodbye but wasn’t the one who started doing that. He will only take it personally if he you kissed him every day then one day you purposely didn’t. He doesn’t say it out loud but he does a lot of things to try and make you happy.
Energetic Mornings
Chongyun struggles to control his yang energy. He will be energetic and will wake you up. You quickly get him a popsicle which chills his bloodstream. He’ll be embarrassed by that version of him no matter how often you see it. He’ll get up and take a cold shower while you cook. Mornings with him start off loud and end quietly.
Heizou is way too flirty when he gets up. He’s holding onto your waist if you try to get out bed before him. When you get up either of you guys cook but he’s asking if you want to be fed. Afterwards he’s shamelessly asking if you need help getting ready. He usually wakes you up but honestly who wakes who can go either way.
Itto makes even mornings feel unpredictable. One day he’s waking you up at 4am the next he’s begging you to stay in bed with him. On random days you’ll wake up to him putting random creams on your face since he saw a video saying this stuff makes your skin glow. You cook and he’ll ask what’s for breakfast. He eats his food then eats yours. If you go to work before him you’ll be annoyed by how many times he’ll be the reason you’re late. When he has free time he offers to take you to work. He doesn’t have any transportation money so instead he’ll carry you and your things there. You never know what to expect when you become Arrataki Itto’s wife.
Quiet Mornings
Alhaitham makes mornings feel peaceful. He’s usually out of bed brewing you guys both a cup of tea or coffee by the time you wake up. If not he’ll wake you up after he’s done. You guys compliment each other’s morning routine. He’ll use the bathroom while you change, wash dishes while you shower, make the bed while you do your skincare. Conversations are kept to the minimum but not in a way where you’d mind. He wasn’t the one who started it but he continues to keep the goodbye kiss streak going.
Freminet naturally has a low social battery so you can only imagine how he is in the mornings. He loves you, truly, but he really doesn’t want to talk to anyone this early. He’ll wake you hoping you wake up the first time since he hates having to speak this much when he just got up himself. When you wake him up he will just respond with a one word answer. He made breakfast before you woke up. You guys will eat together in near silence before he’ll dismiss himself to get ready. By the time he’s done he will be in much more of a mood where he can accept conversation.
Lyney is surprisingly quiet in the mornings but that’s more because he’s just really tired. When you wake him up he’ll ask if you guys can stay in bed but won’t argue if you say no. Instead he’d be attached to your hip, following you everywhere you go with his eyes half closed. He’ll be hugging you from behind, head pressed against your shoulder while you cook or brush your teeth. He’s not fully awake until after washing his face and getting a bite in. He will offer to take a day off so you guys could stay home and just go on a home date all day knowing well that he wouldn’t leave Lynette to manage the stage alone. When it’s finally time for one of you guys to go he makes the temporary goodbyes last way too long. He’s hugging, kissing, and overall just being all over you. You’ll always start your mornings on a happy note because of him.
Albedo is often up early but is not opposed to staying in bed for longer if you wish. He makes breakfast but probably out of mix that he prepared days before. He finds that having something new each day is unnecessarily time consuming. There isn’t a particular reason for why mornings with him are quiet. They just are. He’ll help you button up or zip up your outfit. He often leaves the house way earlier than he needs to because he likes to get ahead of his research schedule. Will drop you off to work if you ask or do anything else that you might want to do before he has to leave.
Summary: Some coincidences are made, not found. You're just careful enough that he hasn't noticed the difference yet.
You knew he lived in a narrow house past the park, the kind with a low fence and a porch light that came on automatically at dusk, third from the corner. You knew he took the stairs instead of the elevator, always, even carrying his gym bag, even when it clearly would have been easier not to. You knew the corner store two blocks from his building sold the specific brand of canned coffee he liked, and that he stopped there more days than not, and that his snack of choice, without fail, was Chuupet, the cheap jelly fruit sticks sold in nearly every convenience store on campus. You'd seen him unwrap one outside the gym so many times that you'd started noticing the brand on the shelf yourself, unprompted, the way a word you've just learned suddenly appears everywhere.
You bought one, once. Told yourself it was curiosity, nothing more, and ate it walking back from class with the faint, absurd sense of participating in something private. It tasted okay. You finished it anyway.
The fox had started the same way, a small, private observation you hadn't meant to keep. Something about the shape of his eyes, narrow and a little sharp at the corners, unbothered in a way that read as faintly predatory even when he wasn't doing anything at all. You'd thought it once, in passing, and then you'd bought the burnt orange yarn.
You told yourself none of this meant anything. That knowing a person's habits wasn't the same as acting on them, that you weren't doing anything except occasionally walking the direction he happened to be walking, at the time he happened to be walking it. If you squinted, it was almost coincidence.
You had stopped being able to squint that hard.
Thursday, you nearly lost him.
A professor who ran ten minutes over, a friend who caught your arm in the hallway wanting to discuss a project you barely cared about, and by the time you made it outside, the window you'd learned to rely on was already closing. You knew, from three weeks of quiet, careful observation, that if you didn't reach the corner by the sports science building within the next few minutes, you'd miss him entirely, and the whole evening would stretch out ahead of you feeling strangely unfinished, the way a held breath feels wrong until it's let out.
So you walked faster than you meant to. Then faster than that.
You caught sight of him just as he was cutting through the edge of the campus park, gym bag over one shoulder, unhurried in the way he always was, completely unaware that anyone behind him was rushing at all.
Relief hit first, disproportionate to something this small. Shame followed close behind it, the recognition that you'd felt relief over something you had no right to feel anything about.
You slowed your pace to match a safer distance and clutched your bag out of habit. That was when you registered the absence rather than the object itself. The clasp of your keychain had been open, and your keychain nowhere in sight. You were still looking down when the footsteps ahead of you slowed, then stopped.
Suna had felt something hit the back of his shoe before he heard it. A small, soft thud against leather, nothing sharp enough to be a rock. He glanced down and found a small crocheted fox lying in the grass, a thin cord trailing from it like it had torn loose from something.
He picked it up, turning it once between his fingers. Handmade, unmistakably, one ear a little longer than the other, the orange yarn slightly uneven at the seams. He behind without expecting to find anything and found you instead, frozen mid-step, staring at the fox in his hand as though it had personally betrayed you.
"This yours?" he asked. His voice was as flat as it always sounded, not unkind, simply unbothered, as though a stranger's dropped keychain were a mildly interesting footnote to an otherwise unremarkable evening.
You closed the distance faster than was probably dignified. "Yeah. Sorry, the clasp on my bag doesn't close right." True, and beside the point, and you knew it even as you said it.
He held it out. Your fingers brushed his for half a second, and you were irritated with yourself for noticing.
"A fox," he said, not quite a question, studying it now that it had left his hand. "Someone make that for you?"
"I made it." You tucked it back into your bag, checking the clasp with more attention than it had received all week. "I’m still learning. It's not — it’s not very good."
"Didn't say it wasn’t good." He looked at you for a second longer than the conversation strictly required, something unreadable behind his eyes, and you had the sudden, uncomfortable sense of being looked at properly for the first time. Not glanced past, not walked by, but actually seen. "Why a fox?"
"No reason," you said, too quickly, and busied yourself with checking if it’s sturdy on your bag instead of meeting his eyes. Your face tightened because the reason himself was asking you why you made it.
"Mm." He said and was already looking back down the path, gym bag shifting on his shoulder like he was getting ready to keep walking. "You go to the gym block? Sports science?"
The question landed harder than it should have. "Psych building. Just cutting through."
"Huh." He didn't push it, didn't seem particularly invested either way. "Small campus."
"Yeah," you managed. "Small campus."
He gave a short nod, the kind that closes a conversation without being rude about it, and started walking again, unhurried, the same as always. You stood there a moment longer than you should have, watching his back get smaller down the path, the crocheted fox now warm in your palm from where his hand had held it.
You told yourself, walking the opposite direction now, taking the long way so it wouldn't look like you were following the same route, that it had gone fine. Normal. A completely ordinary conversation between two strangers about a dropped keychain. Nothing had been given away. He hadn't looked at you like he suspected anything.
Small campus, he'd said. Like that explained everything. Like it wasn't strange at all, that the two of you kept ending up in the same six-block radius of the city at exactly the same time, week after week.
Suna thought about it longer than he expected to, later, lying on his bed with the ceiling fan clicking overhead.
Not the keychain. The girl. Something in the way she'd looked at him before catching herself, smoothing her expression back into something politer, more composed, like she'd been startled by more than a dropped keychain.
He didn’t think much of it, not really. People get flustered by small things all the time. Dropping something in front of a stranger was mildly embarrassing regardless of who was picking it up.
Still, "psych building, cutting through" sat oddly with him, faintly, the same low static he'd felt once or twice before on this exact stretch of park, a word sitting just behind his teeth he couldn't quite reach.
Summary : One kind moment in the rain, and now you can’t stop finding reasons to be near him. You have a word for what this is. You just refuse to use it.
You hadn't planned on remembering him. Strangers did kind things in front of you all the time, presumably, small unwitnessed decencies that vanished the moment they were finished. A random guy crouched in the rain for two kittens who would forget him by morning shouldn't have been any different. And yet you lay in bed that night with your laptop open to a psychology reading you weren't actually absorbing, circling back again and again to the shape of him folded low over the pavement, apologizing to something that couldn't understand an apology.
Sorry. Don't have anything.
You weren't certain those were his exact words. You'd been too far away to hear him properly, and somewhere in the intervening hours your mind had filled in the gaps itself, furnishing him with a voice you'd never actually heard speak more than a sentence.
What unsettled you wasn't the size of the gesture. You'd witnessed grander performances of kindness before: the kind that got filmed, captioned, distributed for approval. This had been the opposite of that. No audience, no evidence, nothing to be gained. A boy getting drenched on principle, for an audience of no one.
You closed the laptop and told yourself you were being ridiculous. One moment didn't define a person. And even if it did, it certainly wasn't any of your business.
You believed that for almost a week. Then Tuesday happened, and belief stopped being relevant.
Sports psychology met in one of the tiered lecture halls on the north side of campus, the kind built like a shallow amphitheater, rows climbing upward in wide steps toward the back wall. Two-seater benches lined the far left and right columns, hugging the windows; the middle held longer rows, five seats across, where most of the class funneled in without much thought to where.
You sat middle, sixth row, flanked by the loose cluster of people you'd call friends more out of habit than conviction. You'd arrived early that Tuesday, the way you sometimes did when the morning left you with nothing better to do, and you spent the first few minutes simply watching the room fill in around you: bags dropped onto benches, jackets shrugged off, the low hum of conversations picking back up where they'd left off the previous week.
You weren't looking for anyone in particular. That was the part you'd repeat to yourself later, as though it mattered, as though intention could be measured after the fact.
Then he walked in.
Left side of the room, fourth row, one of the two-seater benches tucked against the window. You knew him before you'd consciously placed him, the way you might recognize a shape in the dark before your eyes had properly adjusted: the same unbothered slouch, the same dark brown hair, the same sharp, half-lidded disinterest in whatever was happening around him. It took a full second longer for the rest of it to surface, the alley, the rain, the two kittens who would never know his name.
It's him.
The thought arrived with an odd little jolt which was disproportionate to the size of the discovery. Of all the lecture halls on campus, of all the electives you could have chosen that semester, he'd ended up here, close enough that you could have called out to him if you'd had any reason to. You let yourself entertain, briefly and a little foolishly, the idea that this meant something. Fate? or whatever softer word people used when they wanted the universe to feel less random than it actually was.
What a coincidence you thought, and didn't examine too closely why the thought felt more like relief than surprise.
He sat alone in the two seater row, not by choice exactly. Though it amounted to the same thing. A pair of guys settled into the row ahead of him moments later, unmistakably related, sharp-featured and restless in a way that suggested they never fully ran out of energy to spend on each other. One with dyed blonde hair and one with grey. The blonde one twisted around and said something you couldn't quite catch, grinning like he already knew it would land.
"Say that again and I'm switching seats," mysterious rain guy said, not even bothering to look up from the window.
"You say that every week!”
"And every week I mean it more than the last time. Read into that however you want."
The blonde one barked out a laugh. Rain guy looked completely unaffected, with the put-upon patience of someone who'd stopped fighting a losing battle a long time ago. You caught yourself smiling before you'd noticed you were listening at all, and quickly faced forward before either of them could see it.
You didn't learn his name until roll call, when the professor's voice moved down the list in that flat practiced monotone reserved for attendance, name after name answered with the usual scattering of here and present.
"Suna Rintarou?"
"Present."
You knew that voice. It was your first time properly hearing it yet something in you recognized it instantly, some downstream current tracing back to a rain-soaked alley and two shivering kittens.
Suna Rintarou, you wrote in the back of your notebook and spent the rest of the lecture failing to take notes.
A week later, it was one of your friends who confirmed, without meaning to, that sports psychology would be the only place your paths ever crossed.
"Okay, but the blonde one," Hana said one afternoon, nodding vaguely toward the front of the lecture hall before the professor arrived, where the Miya twins were mid-argument over something that had the blonde one, whom you now knew as Atsumu, gesturing like his life depended on it. "The quiet one who never talks. He's unfairly good-looking for someone who looks that bored all the time."
"All three of them, honestly," someone else added. "Are they even psych majors? I've never seen them in any of my other classes."
"They're not," Hana said, already scrolling past the question like it wasn't worth the suspense. "Atsumu and the quiet one, Suna, are sports science. The other twin's culinary arts, I think. This is probably the only elective they all share."
You filed that away with more interest than you were willing to admit to, doing the quiet arithmetic of it. Sports science. Culinary arts. Different faculties entirely, different buildings, different hours, no overlap you could reasonably expect to stumble into by accident. Whatever this was, this single Tuesday and Thursday lecture, twelve to one, was the only place it could exist honestly.
That should have ended it there. A closed door was a closed door. Instead, you found the volleyball gym.
It wasn't difficult to locate; the athletics complex sat clustered along the eastern edge of campus, glass-walled and impossible to miss. Practice ran Tuesday and Thursday mornings, well before your lecture even started, which meant there was no natural reason for your afternoons to bend anywhere near it. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, practice shifted later, stretching into the evening, and those were the days you had no class with him at all, no excuse, nothing but the simple fact that you'd started walking in that direction anyway.
You told yourself, the first time, that you were only curious how the building looked from the courtyard side. The second time, you told yourself the trees were nicer over there. By the third, the lie had worn too thin to bother reciting, and you stopped offering yourself excuses altogether.
You learned the rhythm of him the way you learned everything else, by accumulation. The gym itself gave you nothing to work with from outside; its windows sat too high along the upper level to offer more than glimpses of light and shadow, and there was no bench, no angle, no reasonable vantage point that let you watch a practice unfold from a safe distance. If you wanted to see anything at all, you had to get close enough to look through the open doors at the front, which meant getting close enough to be seen doing it.
So you kept it brief. A slowed pace as you passed, eyes flicking through the gap in the doorway for the two or three seconds it took to register motion, sound, the general shape of a team mid-drill. Never long enough to pick him out clearly. Never long enough to be caught lingering. You'd walk on before anyone inside had reason to glance toward the entrance, and only afterward, safely past, would you let yourself replay whatever fraction of a second you'd managed to catch: a serve, a shout, a flash of dark hair among the others. That was all you allowed yourself.
Until one evening, you caught him leaving.
He came out alone, gym bag slung over one shoulder, unhurried in that same way he did everything, and turned down the path toward the main road. You told yourself you were only walking the same direction, which was almost true, right up until the point it stopped being true and you hadn’t noticed the exact moment it happened.
You followed him for six blocks before you caught yourself.
It wasn’t dramatic. He didn’t do anything, didn’t give you any reason to think he’d noticed. You simply looked up at some point and realized how far you’d gone, how deliberately you’d kept the same distance behind him the entire time, and something cold settled low in your stomach. You stopped walking. Let him get further ahead, then turn a corner and disappear from view entirely, and told yourself that was the end of it.
It was only once you were safely around the corner, pulse still climbing instead of settling, that the word finally surfaced.
Stalking.
You dismissed it immediately. That word belonged to something uglier. That word belonged to strangers in news segments, to obsession with teeth, to intent. What you were doing didn't feel like that. It felt smaller, softer at the edges, closer to curiosity than pursuit.
Stalking's a harsh word, you thought, and the sentence settled into you with an ease that should have alarmed you more than it did. You weren't stalking him. You were simply aware of him now, in a way you hadn't been before, and awareness had a habit of placing a person in the same orbit without any real design behind it.
You believed that, too, for as long as you needed to.
Suna didn't notice her. Not with any certainty.
He wasn't oblivious by nature. Noticing things was half of what made him useful on a volleyball court: reading a blocker's shoulders before they committed, clocking a setter's intent before the toss left their hands. But this sat outside that register entirely. Faint enough to dismiss. Too formless to name.
A few times, cutting through the park on his walk home, he'd felt the prickling certainty that someone was behind him. Not close. Not threatening. Just present. He checked over his shoulder both times and found nothing worth remembering: a jogger, a couple with a stroller.
It happened again near the gym once, well after practice ended. He was heading out for something he'd forgotten when he caught movement past the entrance, someone turning too fast, footsteps picking up pace outside. By the time he reached the door, whoever it was had already vanished between streetlights.
He decided it meant nothing. People walked fast all the time without it being about him.
Still, the feeling didn't fully go away. It sat low in his mind, unfinished, not urgent enough to chase, not weak enough to forget.
cw. fem reader. eighteen+ minors do not interact. makeouts and dry humping. nothing too explicit. just DH being a good friend. hint at reader being inexperienced.
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“Are you really sure about this?”
“I don’t know, but it’s best to just get it out of the way anyway.” Dan Heng can pick up on your uncertainty when you break your gaze away from his to answer. The atmosphere in the room is already thick and suffocating as you rest side by side on the bed, and his fingers almost seem frozen from where they rest just short of yours on the mattress between you both.
“I would frankly prefer if you told me plainly.” He swallows thickly, as if he is faring any better than you are.
“Yes, okay! I’m sure, are you sure you want to do this?” Maybe it was stupid of you to ask Dan Heng to teach you how to kiss — though your request had originally been meant as nothing more than a joke, it seems to have grown into something completely different now. You had never expected him to actually accept, but even just looking at him now makes your face burn and the nerves are enough to make you feel restless.
But maybe that could be the anticipation.
“Maybe I could ask Sunday instead.” You think aloud, gaze falling to your lap as a means to avoid Dan Heng’s sharper one— yet he doesn’t give you much time to ponder upon the thought.
“Don’t.” His response comes so quickly it almost cuts you off, so he clears his throat before continuing. “No need, I doubt he will be much help. Pom-pom keeps him quite busy around the Express.”
“Oh… okay.”
Your words whisper, your mind far too focused on the way Dan Heng’s fingertips have finally closed the distance between yours following the explanation. Now resting over them on the mattress and it brings your gaze to his for a single breathtaking blink. The eye contact is enough for him to have to turn away, yet that only reveals the way the tips of his ears have flushed pink.
It feels even more awkward now, so you break the silence yourself.
“Should we start then?”
“If you say so.” Dan Heng’s posture appears to perk up a little straighter at that and it urges him to come to face you again. He twists his body towards you this time, enough for his knees to press against your own and even just that slight touch is enough to make your lips pull into a nervous line.
He picks up on that too.
“I suggest you try relaxing, don’t overthink it.” His right hand comes up softly to press beneath your chin, the other still resting over your fingertips as your eyes squeeze shut.
“It’s hard not to.” You keep your eyes closed but you feel Dan Heng get closer when the mattress dips.
“I’ll guide you. Just follow my lead.” His hand beneath your chin tilts you slightly, and the first press of his lips against yours is soft at first.
It’s a simple peck — nothing crazy or breathtaking, it’s fleeting and tender, yet enough to make you flush even warmer as the hammering in your chest seems to up its pace. A gentle start that doesn’t last too long before Dan Heng’s pressing another against you again and this time, he stays there for a bit longer.
The fingertips tilting up your chin move to clasp along your jaw next, holding you in place as he twists himself into you and you do as he tells you — following his lead when his mouth begins to move against yours. Your technique is clumsy at best but he doesn’t chastise you for it, he’s patient and forthcoming and you can’t help but find yourself leaning in a bit more.
You appreciate how soft Dan Heng’s lips are as he presses them into you, nosing at your cheek as he deepens the kiss a bit more and you feel short on air when his mouth opens up more for yours. “Open wider.” He asks against you, and you comply.
You both share another breath, as his fingertips around your jawline squeeze — stroking along the skin there until the next push of his lips against yours is accompanied by the wet press of his tongue between them. And the surprising shock of arousal it makes twist in your abdomen is enough to make you gasp.
He pulls away at that, “Was it too much?” He asks gently as he continues to stroke his thumb back and forth across your jaw.
You shake your head in his hold, “No! It was fine, I liked it.” and allow yourself to admire him now. He’s more flushed than he was before you began and his eyes take their time flickering between your gaze and your lips as he watches you. His breathing is soft and both of his hands are still on you, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look quite so— kissable.
“What? Is there something on my face?” Dan Heng’s question snaps you out of your thoughts and now you’re the one blurting out an answer.
“No.” You squeak slightly, feeling his hand drop from your jawline to rest on your thighs instead. “It just feels different than what I expected.”
You take a sharp breath before continuing, realising how it sounds, “In a way that makes me want more.” You feel hyper aware of the weight of his palm on your thigh, and you can’t help but fidget beneath it when he opts to stroke at your skin. You assume he means it as a way to soothe any of your anxieties, he was always considerate in that way — but right now it’s only making your arousal even worse.
“I see.” Dan Heng looks like he’s considering something, yet his eyes haven’t once left you. “It is certainly tempting.”
“Can we keep going?” You wonder if your sudden enthusiasm comes as a surprise to him, but he doesn’t seem to comment much on it even if it does. He just squeezes at your thighs, like a wordless sign of his approval before he responds anyway.
“Now it’s your turn then.”
You nod at that before shuffling yourself a bit closer, and for the first time you decide to reach out to touch him too — you overthink where to place your hands for a moment but ultimately opt to settle them on his shoulders. A position that Dan Heng seems to appreciate as he gives you another gentle blink.
Then he’s kissing you again, straight back into where you both left off but there’s no easing into it now, you even feel more confident this time round. You allow him to lead again, twisting your mouth into his and this time when his tongue presses between your lips, you don’t jump — you press in deeper, meeting it with your own and it’s all so wet and breathtaking that you can’t help but whine.
It’s an accidental sound, part of you almost pulls away out of embarrassment but there’s a change in Dan Heng that wills you to stay.
His hand on your thigh squeezes, inching up a bit higher until his thumb is pressing between the two of them and the back and forth stroke against somewhere so close to being intimate almost makes you quake. His tongue grazes along yours again and you feel his breath along the roof of your mouth, panting heavily as you press yourself in a bit closer.
Until your restless form decides to do something a little brave.
You’ve done your fair share of research into this— seen and read about the different positions that people favour for make out sessions and kisses. So you don’t think twice before the heat of the moment suddenly brings you up to crawl into Dan Heng’s lap.
You half expect him to stop you, to pull you away from him and tell you that this may be getting a bit too advanced for your beginner self but he doesn’t. Instead, he helps you with his hands on your hips and he does it so seamlessly you don’t even have to break from the kiss to get comfy.
It feels even better now — your hands are in his hair, stroking through the dark roots and Dan Heng shows his appreciation for it with a particular deep press of his mouth into yours.
Your mind feels hazy and full of cotton as you lose yourself in him, pressing your chest closer until it’s almost flush with his and you don’t even mean to grind yourself down on him. It’s like your body does that on its own and it’s enough to make your friend beneath you groan into the next wet press of his lips before his fingers dig into your skin.
You like it, you really like it — you feel so warm and terribly flustered but it’s only fuelling your movements. It makes you feel even braver again.
So you experiment, sucking Dan Heng’s lower lip between yours this time — you’ve seen it in clips and movies online, and it seems to be well received. Maybe too much so, when it makes his hands press up beneath the hem of your shirt, sinking into your waist as if he’s trying to stop you from getting carried away. But when the next hump of your hips allows you to feel the clothed, hard press of his cock beneath you.
You think him trying to stop you may be more for his own sake.
“You’re moving too much.” He finally gasps, muffled against your mouth but you hear him fine, whining.
“You don’t like it?”
“That is not what I meant.” Dan Heng’s hands on the bare skin of your waist feel like they burn you, and they only seem to make you continue to hump and twist your hips into his. As if you’re moving in time with the movement of his lips and he doesn’t seem to want you to stop enough to actually stop you.
Especially not when his cock seems to be straining so deliciously against the fabric of his slacks, and the friction seems to be doing wonders for the both of you as you grind your clothed cunt down on it.
“It’s best not to provoke me.” Dan Heng’s voice seems much more gruff when he presses it into your mouth this time and part of you wants to twist your hips even harder just to hear it again. But you relent, not wanting to get too ahead of yourself — you’re already burning too hot.
But he doesn’t stop there, not at all — instead, his hands seem to tuck themselves beneath the waistband of your pants. The touch enough to make yourself press even closer into him and it’s only when his fingers sink into the top of your ass that he seeks to take back control. He’s supposed to be the one teaching you after all, so he’s sure to remind you of that when he pulls away for a moment to take his next staggered breath.
“Since you seem to know what you’re doing now, I’ll have to work harder to keep the upper hand.”
⸺ ⟢ synopsis. despite his past mistakes, sunday is trying his best to blend in as a new member of the astral express. so when a particularly surprising opportunity arises for him to get even closer to you and your boyfriend dan heng, well…. who is sunday to refuse your generosity.
dan heng x fem! reader x sunday ( wc. 8.1k words. ) genres. smut. minors do not interact. | warnings. threesome. reader is dan heng’s gf + sunday is an outsider. inexperienced! sunday. reader is an empath. wing play + oral receiving + alternate position spit roast. a tasty sprinkle of possessive dan heng. astral express! sunday and reader is also a part. switching povs; going between reader + sunday | return to masterlist.
⸺ ⟢ notes. giving my thanks to kai again for making the line divider for me ilu! i actually ended up changing the position last minute but i was so pleased to finally write my sunheng x reader fantasy! ⚡️
You've always considered yourself to be a particularly empathetic person, acutely aware of other people’s emotions and always wondering whether or not they’re as happy as they make themselves out to be.
Perhaps that’s why you’d taken a special interest in the new member of the express as soon as he arrived. Sunday, was a peculiarly special case— an abnormality considering the circumstances in which he was joining your little group, but you found the man to be especially… intriguing.
Immediately, you had noticed the way that Sunday would spend time alone around the ship rather than allowing himself to mingle with the rest of the group. But in that same breath— he would help out where he could aswell, even to the point where Pom-Pom had run out of things to keep him busy. It had made you think at first, whether or not it stems from his guilt or perhaps it's his way of repayment, but then maybe there's an even deeper part of him that's doing it in the hopes it'll make him feel as if he belongs.
Dan Heng had filled you in on the background of everything that had went down while the group was on Penacony, but even then— you could never really find it in yourself to hate Sunday. Even after all of the trouble that he put your friends through, you couldn't help but somewhat pity him.
Especially when you would often times roam around the Express at night to find him curled up in one of the arm chairs instead of snuggled up in a bed. Sure, new members never really got the luxury of their own bedroom right away but… surely the guy must find it difficult sleeping in some of positions you stumble across him in.
Maybe that's how this all came about to begin with. After a particularly late night in the Party Car, spending one of your rare moments with all of your friends letting off some steam with a few drinks before the next jump.
You had been curled up in Dan Heng's side, enjoying the quiet conversation going on around you while March 7th went back and forth with your boyfriend. You had been speaking to Sunday at that point, asking the questions that you often did— if he was having a good time, if he was settling in, if he believes that Mr Yang is handsome for an older man.
He hadn't answered the latter question but you feel like the answer is obvious.
"Where are you sleeping tonight then?" Had come out of your mouth without you even realising it, and Sunday seemed almost embarrassed to answer. It was really quite cute.
"I'm sure I will be able to find space around the Express somewhere. I tend to favour places that allow me to admire the cosmos at any given moment, and there is quite a particularly comfortable arm chair in the Parlor Car."
"So… not in a bed then?"
Sunday's ears had turned pink.
"Well, I do not expect you all to offer me considerable luxuries when I have hardly proven myself worthy of such just yet." Sunday explains, "Nevertheless, I am grateful for the opportunity to travel with you as is."
You think for a second, then shrug.
"Well, there's space in me and Dan Heng's room, why don't you bunk with us?" Dan Heng turns around at the sound of his name and you continue. "Sleeping on the arm chairs must be terrible for your neck, surely you're cramping by now?"
"Ah… there is no need to go out of your way for me." Sunday shakes his head, then appears to hiss at something. "Though, I admit the arm chairs around the Express have been… unforgiving as of late."
That was enough for you, you clap your hands together and try not to look too happy about helping Sunday out. "It's decided then!" You turn to Dan Heng. "It's fine with you, right?"
Your boyfriend shrugs, "Its no trouble with me either, I do not mind it."
Then back to Sunday, who's staring at you both— looking wide eyed and albeit a little flustered, but he appears to take in the excited expression you're wearing before seeming to revert his own to something much more polite.
"Very well then, it would be impolite for me to turn down your generous invitation, I'm sure…"
"Yey!"
But now, circumstances have unfortunately… changed. And by that you mean that Dan Heng has been looking particularly handsome ever since all three of you returned back to your bedroom for the night and now you feel like you just cannot keep your hands to yourself.
You had atleast waited until the conversation between you three had died down, leaving Sunday in a little makeshift bed thrown together with extra blankets and pillows before retreating to your own with Dan Heng. You waited until his breathing had settled and lights were out, and then you had all but pounced on your boyfriend after that.
You're trying your best to hold it together, but when you're straddling Dan Heng as you are now and having him kiss you deep and slow— you're hardly to blame for not being able to hold back. Your hands reach for any and every part of him you can feel, from his hair to across his shoulders to down his abdomen, brushing intimate touches over his skin until you're pulling at his shirt and only then does he say something.
"We should not do this." Dan Heng murmurs against your lips, "We might wake him."
But neither of you stop, your bodies all but grinding against one another. His hand is tight around your wrist and the other wraps around your hips, pressing them close to his.
"We can be quiet, I promise I will."
Dan Heng stops for a moment, but then he shifts beneath you, deliberately— until he's able to press his thigh up between your spread legs and without even thinking about it, a soft whine slips from between your lips. It's louder than you wished it was and he swallows it eagerly, but still pulls back to give you a straight look after the fact.
"That was not entirely convincing."
"That was hardly fair, you caught me off guard." You click your tongue. "If I'm actually trying to be quiet then I'll be able to."
"I'm having a hard time believing you."
You roll your eyes, but in reality you're trying not to laugh at the blank expression Dan Heng's giving you right now. Even with his flushed cheeks and messy hair.
"Please?" You decide to beg, in a tone that's deliberately soft and airy and as much as Dan Heng knows exactly what you're trying to do; both of his hands rest flat on your hips, and he breathes out a sigh that tells you he's going to do exactly what you're asking anyway.
"I suggest you try harder this time around then."
You would've cheered had you not been reminded of your company. So instead, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and lean into give him a peck that doesn't last nearly as long as you wished it to.
But you know you have to check something beforehand. So from your place still on top of Dan Heng, you angle yourself back— peering over the side of the bed in hopes of catching a glance of Sunday in his makeshift nest.
You have to squint into the dark to see.
You nudge Dan Heng. "Do you think he's asleep?"
"It is doubtful."
"Really? But he's been so quiet." You try to focus your eyes a bit more in the darkness until you're finally able to catch a glimpse of him. Sunday looks asleep— nuzzled up against one of the thicker blankets with his ear feathers resting softly around his cheeks. His eyes are closed, his breathing is soft.
You frown. "He looks so serene. Seems pretty asleep to me."
"I believe he just looks like that." He shrugs.
"Well that's hardly fair."
You both turn to look at eachother for a beat. Then for a second.
Until by the third, your lips are slamming against Dan Heng's once more and your hands are back in his hair; he welcomes you eagerly, his hands squeezing into your hips until you're pressing flushed and tight against him. You already feel so incredibly flustered, twisting yourself up in your boyfriend's lap despite the way your friend is sleeping only centimetres away. It's risky— but you can't help it, you need him.
You atleast do as you said you would, trying to muffle every blissful sound your body wishes to cry out by pushing them behind Dan Heng's teeth.
It almost works, almost— but a few break through against your will, driven by his insatiable kisses and it's enough to make your boyfriend's hands squish into your thighs as if to try and get your attention.
"Perhaps we should—" Dan Heng starts but you cut him off.
"He's definitely asleep."
"You would be mistaken actually." Sunday chooses that moment to respond from his place on the floor, and his voice is sudden enough to almost scare you off of Dan Heng's lap entirely had he not been holding you so tight.
Your boyfriend looks at you. Face falling flat, but still flushed.
"I told you."
You think you would've launched yourself into the cosmos out of embarrassment had Sunday not shifted in his sheets and distracted you, drawing both of your attentions as you timidly crawl off of Dan Heng's lap and sit by his side instead.
"Apologies, I did not mean to startle you. And it was not my intention to easedrop either." Sunday starts, fidgeting with his hands.
"You could've said something sooner, Sunday." You begin to do the same. "This is so embarrassing."
But it seems Sunday isn't doing too well himself. When you look up to glance at him, you can just about make out the flush of his face— half obscured by the feathers of his wings curling around his cheeks. But even in the dim lighting of your room it's obvious he's red, which says enough about just how deep of a shade it must be for you to be able to notice.
"We apologise if we woke you." Dan Heng eventually speaks up, ever the calm one. "It was not our intention to make you uncomfortable."
But one look in his direction shows off the impression of his half-hard cock in his pants, and even that is too much for you to deal with. You bury your head in your hands and grumble, not only incredibly humiliated but now even hornier having been interrupted.
Before you can say anything more, Sunday clears his throat— barely able to look at you.
"I do not wish to intrude, I will easily excuse myself to elsewhere around the Express should you prefer. After all, you were already generous enough to offer me the opportunity to sleep here but you owe me no such kindness should.... circumstances change...."
You stare at him then. Really stare at him. And maybe that's when it clicks— the circumstances of Sunday resting on the floor while you made out with your boyfriend in bed. You don't know how long he's been listening but considering the expression he's wearing, you assume it wasn't all of a sudden.
You blink and Sunday seems to grow uncomfortable beneath your gaze. A slight enough movement to bring your attention to something much more condemning— because now that you're suddenly aware of the bulge he's obviously trying to hide, you can't find it in yourself to ignore it.
"Have you ever kissed a girl before, Sunday?" You blurt out, the question sudden enough for even Dan Heng to whip around and look at you.
"I- I think that is hardly appropriate to share, I mean..." Sunday stammers. "I have had certain relations in the past, nevertheless I believe that—"
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" You cut him off again.
Sunday's cheeks appear to flush even pinker.
"Perhaps."
Dan Heng's palm rests down on your thigh after that, a wordless plea for you to take it easy and when it makes you notice the way Sunday's burying his face behind his wings, you think maybe he's got a point.
"What? You don't have to be ashamed about it, I think it's cute," You try to comfort instead. "There's no way you didn't have offers, look at you— halovians are well known for being handsome, aren't they? Then what's the problem?"
"It... simply was not my priority, that is all."
"So you admit it then? You're a virgin?"
You gape, because you just can't help yourself. But when you turn to Dan Heng— half expecting him to be just as taken back, he only offers you a shrug.
"I thought it was quite obvious, was it not?"
Your attention is drawn back by the sound of shuffling blankets, and then in a moment Sunday is pushing himself to stand and brushing down his clothes.
"Perhaps I should take my leave."
"You've never been curious?" You call after him.
You have no idea what you're doing. You can even feel Dan Heng staring at the side of your face as if he's asking you the same thing, and perhaps it's to do with how horny you are right now, or maybe it's because you do feel a bit of pity for Sunday not having felt intimacy before.
But now you can't stop. You're not sure you even want to.
You admit he's handsome, sure he's no Dan Heng, but you had meant it when you said it earlier. From the way that he carries himself to his features— his wings, his eyes, his halo. Even now that he's staring at you with such an…. unreadable expression you can't help but want to kick your feet.
"What?" Sunday looks almost perplexed.
"Curious?" You repeat, because you're in too deep now. "You've never thought about what it would be like to touch a girl?"
Sunday doesn't answer right away, he fidgets a bit more. He scratches a hand through his hair, fluttering the feathers of his wings at the same time and then a sudden realisation dawns on you.
"Wait— You didn't take a vow, right?"
You swear you hear Dan Heng huff out a laugh at your panicked voice. Sunday's palm rests over his face.
"I really shouldn't overstay my welcome, I- I am sure Pom-Pom will have somewhere in mind for me to-"
"You staying here isn't an issue." Dan Heng is the one to cut him off this time, earning a look from you aswell. You had thought yourself to be digging your own grave with your insistent questions knowing your boyfriend was right there with no intervention.
But when Dan Heng turns to meet your eyes after a moment, he seems to be thinking the same thing as you are.
And it looks like he's on board.
You turn yourself back towards Sunday, who's frozen in his spot. "But you're not trapped here either, you can leave right now if you want. I'll pretend this conversation never happened and then we'll go back to normal, there's always an armchair waiting for you somewhere, right?"
Sunday appears to think on that for a moment, and you wonder what sort of things are going on in his mind. You're sure it seems as ridiculous to him as is sounds to you— the night has went from an innocent sleepover between friends to well…. an implication of something to come that holds much more weight… should he decide to stay that is.
You watch as Sunday shifts from one foot to the other, and then with a delicate flutter of his wings he's looking away from you again.
"If… if it is truly no trouble…"
You don't respond to that, but you clasp your hands together as if pleased with his answer. It's quiet for a moment then, aside from the shift of the comforter beneath you as you push yourself onto your knees and you catch Dan Heng's gaze in the movement.
He looks at you— in that grounding, beautiful way that he always does. And then he nods, as if giving you silent permission.
"Do you two do this often then?" Sunday asks as he watches you get comfortable.
"No." You say, "Maybe you're just special."
He flushes at that, and you're surprised that the same man who was once so powerful within Penacony would be so easily undone by a few compliments. Pleasantly.
You can tell that he's out of his element, most likely due to his own inexperience but you're not above taking the lead in this moment— deciding to start with something soft first to test the waters.
Your hand outstretches towards the man opposite you, and at the same time you feel Dan Heng's arm loop around your waist.
"Come here." You beckon Sunday closer, a command that he obeys with ease. He moves with a strange grace, his shoulders pulled back, his steps steady and confident. But you notice the furrow of his brows, the curiosity in his gaze.
When he comes to stand just off the side of the bed you're kneeling on, you look up at him through your lashes.
"Can I touch them?" You ask, motioning to the wings that elegantly extend from his throat. "I'll be gentle."
The grey feathers appear to shudder out at the question before Sunday nods.
"If you would like."
Dan Heng remains silent behind you, but you can feel his eyes on your features from where he's tethered at your side. His thumb is stroking at the points in your waist where his hand rests, and when you reach out to brush your fingers through Sunday's ear feathers for the first time— you feel him squeeze.
"They're so soft, you must take great care of them." You say, combing your hand through the nerves of Sunday's wings as his lips part wordlessly. You don't point out the way his whole body seems to clench. "Are they sensitive?"
"At certain times." Sunday whispers, "Halovians do not often allow others to touch them without reason. Lest it stir an unwelcome reaction."
"Is this one unwelcome?"
Your question deliberately accompanies an experimental squeeze of your fingers against the base of Sunday's wings, making them flutter.
"N-not at all." Sunday's next breath shudders out of him. "Quite the opposite."
"That's good."
The flush on the tips of his cheeks deepens slightly as his wings appear to bend into your touch.
Sunday looks at you then, and Dan Heng gives your waist another stroke in response. Then you hear his body shift behind you— until you feel him come to kneel at your back and he steadies you against his chest with a touch that's grounding and safe.
You continue to massage your hands through Sunday's wings, squeezing and applying pressure to certain spots that he seems to favour. With every brush of your fingertips, he appears to get more confident— his lips parting as sounds of lithe and quiet pleasure appear to threaten to spill from behind his teeth.
He's rocking slightly where he stands, and perhaps you'd be doing the same were Dan Heng not holding you upright— allowing you to use his chest to lean against as Sunday's body tries to sway closer into your touch.
But Dan Heng’s hands on your waist tether you to reality, despite the way anticipation makes you feel lightheaded and giddy. You press yourself back a bit further, curling into his chest and you feel him lean forward to smear his lips against your neck— pressing a few delicate kisses up the column of your throat as you bare more of your weight back into him.
It's incredibly erotic, having Dan Heng kiss his way up your neck while you're massaging Sunday's wings. You feel pinpricks of pleasure begin to gather beneath your skin as your boyfriend's lips press against the sensitive places he knows you like, and Sunday watches you as you dig your hips back into Dan Heng's crotch— humming when you feel his bulge greet you in return.
As for Sunday himself, well it’s safe to say he’s pretty overwhelmed right now.
He’s always thought you to be kind, and he’s acutely aware of the possibility of you always appearing during his quieter moments because you feel sorry for him.
It’s not that he deliberately isolates himself from the Express in the moments you happen to come find him. But it’s more so, Sunday just feels like he’s finally able to exercise his freedom to take a moment of repose whenever he requires it. Back when he was the head of the Oak family, he often found himself chained to the grandeur banquets— forcing himself to socialise even when he felt like he was due to collapse due to his own exhaustion, forcing a smile and a laugh just to keep up appearances.
But now, as he’s come to find himself a member of the Express— it’s much the opposite. In fact, Mr Yang actually encourages him to get more rest than he ever would’ve considered to take himself. Always insisting that a proper night of sleep would do him good.
Though it seems tonight, especially now, will be another sleepless one.
"Are you certain you want this?" Dan Heng interrupts Sunday's train of thought with his question. When he snaps back out of it, he realises you're both staring. "You can stop this at any time." Dan Heng assures him.
"Apologies, it seems I… lost my train of thought is all." Sunday shakes his head. "I'm fine."
"Don't overthink it." Dan Heng says again, lips still pressing against your throat and Sunday appreciates the advice as he's drawn back to the pressure of your fingers on his wings.
He wonders if you can both see how hard he is— how damp the inside of his slacks have become since this all started. If he were to be honest, he's been hard since way before you even touched him; turned on by the simple sounds of your desperation when you believed him to be asleep.
But he's never been one to feel so… out of control. And as much as Sunday would usually crave the feeling of taking charge in most moments— he can't help but feel particularly out of his depth right now.
You stroke your fingertips across the top of Sunday's wings and it's so sensitive and good that he feels his body almost crumble; it's concerning actually, he believes he could cum with just this. He moans at that, the pleasure outweighing his embarrassment as he watches Dan Heng continue to kiss at your neck— his hands roaming your body, palming at your breasts and waist at the same time as you curl and back yourself up into his touch.
It's a spur of the moment thing, the way Sunday reaches out to do the same; to perhaps try his hand at spurring that same reaction from you himself. But when his fingers lift and tilt within even an inch of your direction, Dan Heng's eyes rise again to meet him.
"That would not be wise." Dan Heng says, his voice so absolute it almost chills Sunday as he hesitates.
"I—"
"Are you ready for more now, Sunday?" You cut him off, looking at him through long lashes as Dan Heng stays watching from his place behind you. Your dreamy tone is a stark contrast to the almost uncharacteristically rougher tone that just came from your boyfriend, but he doesn't think too much into it.
"Yes." Sunday responds anyway, "It appears I am at your mercy."
Dan Heng moves from behind you first, resting himself down on the mattress and then he looks at Sunday again. "I suggest you do not get carried away then."
And he feels vaguely like he's being scolded.
You follow after him, sitting between your boyfriend's legs with your back to his chest. You angle your hips up a little higher before quickly kicking off the bottoms of your pyjamas and your underwear and getting yourself comfortable. It catches him off guard, the sudden glimpse of your pussy so unfiltered and already so… slick. Your folds are glistening even in the dim lighting of your room on the Express and Sunday wants nothing more than to reach forward and swipe his fingers through it.
He feels the angle spur a response in him, one that's deep in his lower abdomen as his cock strains against the fabric of his slacks once more and his mouth feels suddenly dry.
But despite your faux confidence you're feeling just as overwhelmed as you can imagine Sunday is. From your position in Dan Heng's lap you can feel how hard he is, bulge pressing up against your lower back as his breathing makes goosebumps burst across the flesh of your shoulders and neck.
Not to mention the way Sunday's looking at you, the gold of his eyes appears to shine as he takes you in— admiring your intimate skin is his entirety and it takes everything in you to not close your legs and shy away from it.
Maybe it's because you know Dan Heng's got you, and it seems he's enjoying this just as much as you are— despite his cool exterior, the warmth of his palm as it rests on the inside of your thigh feels incredible and that alone drives you to keep up whatever game you're playing. You press your back further into his chest before looking up at your new partner from beneath your lashes.
But Sunday doesn't seem to notice you bringing your foot up until it's pressing beneath the hem of his shirt and you use it to drag the fabric upwards before pressing the sole against his chest. He can't help himself from wrapping his hand around your ankle and squeezing it tight, suddenly feeling like he can't breath at the action.
"Your turn." You say, acting innocent like you're not showing him your pussy and teasing him with your touch. "Or do you want me to help you?"
You giggle, so sinfully cute that Sunday feels lightheaded again at the idea of you undressing him. He could lose himself in the image of it, your hands tucking beneath his waistband before pulling it down, blinking up at him as his cock springs free; he feels almost bewildered by his own want.
It's only when Dan Heng's arm wraps around your shoulders from behind does he find himself on solid ground again and your foot falls back onto the mattress with a soft thud.
"I am sure he can handle it." Dan Heng assures you, his lips pressing against your ear as your tugged closer to his chest.
"Yes." Sunday says the same. "You needn't worry about me."
Sunday's a bit clumsy in the moments after— quickly discarding himself of his slacks and shirt before folding them up neatly and placing them aside. Even in these moments, he cannot skip on his habits but when he feels that first sting of sexual freedom that comes with pulling off his boxers he can't help the way he sucks in through his teeth.
It leaves him bare in a way he's never felt before, standing infront of you and Dan Heng as you lie back against your boyfriend's chest on the mattress. Your eyes on Sunday's cock.
"It's so beautiful, Sunday." You say, authentically sweet. "It suits you."
The praise still makes Sunday feel suddenly self-conscious.
"My apologies if my inexperience hinders this for either of you."
But it is Dan Heng that responds to him first. His hand comes over to rest on your inner thigh as he spreads your legs wide enough to hook them over his own, and it almost seems like an offering.
"You need not apologise, though perhaps it's best if you follow my lead."
"Yeah, Dan Heng's right." You agree. "It's supposed to be fun anyway, so don't worry about it, okay?"
That does a little for Sunday's anxieties but still he finds himself feeling rather awkward. He swallows heavily for a moment, and then with another glance at your glistening folds his wings shudder again.
"What's wrong?" You smile, beckoning him closer with a simple blink rather than an outstretched hand this time. "I think you're past being shy now, come closer."
"Let me guide you, okay?" You watch as Sunday does, spreading wide so he has enough space to settle between your legs. "It's really easy once you get the hang of it."
Your eyes lock on the space below his hips, and he feels his wings instinctively curl around his cheeks in that way they often did whenever he was flustered.
Sunday watches Dan Heng loop an arm around your waist as he holds you steady, allowing you to rely on him as you turn all of your focus onto Sunday's cock. The first time he feels your fingers reach up to graze along his shaft, he almost cums right there and then, already finding the sensation to feel miles better than his own hand.
You suck your lower lip between your teeth as you reward Sunday with a few more strokes of your fist, and he feels his expression break into something much less controlled than he's used to as his legs threaten to buckle beneath him. But he can feel Dan Heng staring at him from over your shoulder and his gaze is enough to keep him in check.
You appear to find a pace quite quickly, though it remains slow and steady, as if you can already tell what he likes. You leave soft touches up the sensitive veins on the side of Sunday's cock and brush your thumb along the sensitive tip, allowing your hand to wrap all the way around him as you easily pinpoint and squeeze at the spots that make him shake.
"Does it feel good?" You ask, continuing that rhythm along his cock as you send him a heated look from beneath your lashes.
He feels like he can barely think, but somehow he manages to find words as he readjusts himself between your spread thighs.
"Astoundingly so." Sunday responds, though he doesn't think that even comes close to just how incredible you're making him feel. "Nevertheless— it is not only my own enjoyment I desire, but that of yours too."
"You're so thoughtful."
You seem to giggle again at that, a sound he's growing quite fond of, though it's not mean-spirited and sounds more as if you're pleased. Your free arm blindly reaches back to anchor yourself against Dan Heng and as if the action was a wordless request, your boyfriends hands begin to move against you.
Sunday can't take his eyes off the way Dan Heng's fingers pull back the folds of your pussy at first— bathing you in tenative, soft touches that despite their litheness seem to spur such a reaction from you it makes your hold on him almost waver.
But at the same time, it makes Sunday's mouth water and his cock twitch, watching the way two fingers being pressed against your clit is enough to make your back arch— your lips parting to moan as your pussy is spread wide again on Dan Heng's next touch and he takes in the delicate softness and warmth that he wishes to feel for himself.
His wings flutter at his neck and he looks at you again, a depth to his gaze that you could surely swim in. "Is there something more you require of me, such as…." To have him inside of you, that's what he's implying. His eyes glance down between your legs as if to signify it.
But with another particularly drool-worthy twitch of your thighs and another few pumps of your hand along Sunday's cock, you lean back into Dan Heng's chest and smile, twisting into your boyfriend's arms as you shake your head and he continues to massage at you with two fingers.
"This is fine for now." Your lashes flutter as you take a moment to gather the precum from Sunday's tip and smear it along him; making everything feel much more soft and wet. But he doesn't know where to look— trying to decide whether he should admire your beautiful expressions, or watch the way Dan Heng's fingers are drawing another sticky circle through the delicate petals of your pussy and noting how your body twitches in response.
Your neck turns to look over your shoulder as Dan Heng's eyes finds yours. "And you?"
The look he gives you in response is so intense, Sunday almost feels it. His fingers come forward to tilt up your chin, “I can handle that part.”
“Are you sure, I—“ Sunday interjects but Dan Heng's looks at him again, with that same sharp gaze that he had met him with earlier.
“Quite certain.”
His tone leaves no room for argument.
“Ofcourse.” Sunday says, though his words are wound tight. "It is not my intention to overstep nor take your generosity for granted.”
Dan Heng helps you to your knees easily as he shoves his pants down from beneath you, leaving you hovering above his lap as you face Sunday, allowing him to take in the way your pupils are blown wide and your lips are swollen. He wishes he could kiss you, just to feel what it's like; but there's a part of him that tells him not to take advantage of your kindness; as if your hand is not wrapped around his cock.
But perhaps that opportunity will come eventually.
Though for you, you feel like you're already in heaven.
It only takes seconds, before Dan Heng's cock is springing free and resting against the inside of your thigh; smearing precum along your skin and only moments before he's got it wrapped in his own fist— angling you in a way that has it pressing up against your entrance. You watch as Sunday bites on his lower lip as he watches, and you're not sure if it's all of the attention you feel like is on you right now, or the way Dan Heng lets his cock swipe through your folds; but you're utterly soaked.
“It’s okay, Sunday. You feel good so far— this is only the first time." You say with such kindness it makes Sunday shudder, but your voice breaks off when you begin to lower yourself down on Dan Heng as he all but splits you apart.
You don't think you'll ever get used to the stretch, even in this form— it never seems to subside, splitting you apart as your head rolls back but you still manage to push more of Sunday's cock into your tightly wound fist until your hand is squeezing at the base.
"Do… ah— you want me to put my mouth on it?" You say through fluttered lashes.
You're certain you hear Sunday gulp.
"If…. if you're sure and— it is not too much trouble."
"I want to."
You lean forward quickly following his permission, forcing Dan Heng to have to hold you steady as he sinks another few inches inside of you— particularly deep this time as your toes curl from where they're folded up beneath you, making your head swirl. You exhale across the sensitive glands in Sunday's cock at first— half to tease him and half to keep yourself coherent, but then comes the first, gentle little kiss that you smear against the tip and he helps you with your reach by taking a step closer.
And it does help. It helps so much, because by your next sharp inhale you're able to wrap your lips around the tip and suck— and that pressure alone is enough to make Sunday's wings shiver out as he rests his hand on your shoulder.
You try to keep your focus on him, but as you continue to sink down on him and Dan Heng at the same time— feeding yourself another inch of Sunday's shaft while your boyfriend presses more into your pussy, you feel so incredibly full it's overwhelming. It feels like you're out of body, pleasure making your head feel thick and heavy as your tongue begins to tease the underside of Sunday's cock and your hand is continuing to pump what you can't fit in just yet.
You gag around him, taking a little too much at once as your throat tightens up all of a sudden and then you begin your withdrawal; leaving spit coating along the flushed veins of his cock as Sunday's hips lean forward to follow your movements. It's as if he's beckoning you not to leave. But when Dan Heng chooses that very opportunity to sink all the way inside of you, you can't help but whine from where your lips are still wrapping around him and Sunday almost breaks.
You feel like you might pass out. So full and stuffed as your mouth and pussy are both kept busy, thankfully— Dan Heng gives you a moment, letting you get used to the stretch and when you try to blink the stars from your eyes, you notice the way Sunday's staring down at you. Its beautiful really, the way he's watching you twist your hips on top of your boyfriend; his halo just visible over the top of his head as his messy hair frames his flushed cheeks— he looks like he's absolutely enamoured by you.
But Sunday's cock remains tight against your palm, and despite your current state you still find it in yourself to press a few sensitive kisses up the sides of him, blinking at him as you do so.
"How does it feel?" You steel yourself enough to ask, breathing hard. Despite how full you feel, despite your eagerness to be stuffed from both sides— your need.
"Your technique is sure enough …. q-quite impressive."
"So you don't want me to stop?"
You feel the way Sunday's cock throbs against your palm at your question; as if answering for him, and part of you wonders if he's going to begin to beg. But it appears he's able to keep some semblance of himself at least when he responds.
"Without a doubt, I do not wish for this to end so soon."
"That's good."
Dan Heng's voice sounds after that, a soft "Are you ready? Let me know if it gets too much." as his hands stroke up and down your back.
And as if answering for you; your body begins to shake in anticipation as Dan Heng offers you a few gentle, test thrusts— making sure you're ready before he leans over to smear some soothing kisses along the back of your shoulder. You watch Sunday's lips move with a fluttering blink, and you assume he might be cursing beneath his breath were it not drowned out by the way you're back to suckling at the head of his cock.
You feel like your ears are ringing and Sunday's hips stutter as he tries so hard not to thrust into your throat. But that same moment, is when Dan Heng begins to find a his pace, and nothing could've ever prepared you for how good it feels to be fucked from one side while taking cock from the other.
You've never quite felt anything like it. You readjust your knees on the mattress before Dan Heng's hands come to squeeze at your hips and he finds a rhythm to rock up into you. Its slow at first, each thrust long and deep, pushing up against the spongy, sensitive spots inside of you with such an ease that you don't even notice that you're suddenly bouncing on his lap to chase more of it.
But you use that same momentum to stuff even more of Sunday's length even deeper into your mouth, feeling him hit the back of your throat before he lunges forward and your walls shudder tight around Dan Heng at just how desperate the man above you seems to be. It spurs you on, so you continue to suckle and kiss all over his cock until Dan Heng's voice appears to draw both of your attention.
"How are you holding up?" He asks, part breathless as he continues to fuck up into your pussy, but still sounding far more composed than you feel.
Sunday thinks he's talking to him but he's not, he's speaking to you. With your mouth stuffed full of cock and your dazed expression— you hardly manage a Mhm. So you pull off for a moment to answer him, replacing your mouth with your fist in the meantime, but Dan Heng tilts your head back to face him and then he hums, murmurs something beneath his breath and kisses you instead.
You don't see it, but Dan Heng looks at Sunday then, locks his gaze as his mouth moves with yours and the look he gives him almost feels predatory— like the way an animal would guard their resources. Sunday's never seen Dan Heng in such a way; used to his more friendly, but relaxed personality.
But this, how he is now as he bounces you on his lap and at the same time; watches you stroke at Sunday's cock, makes Dan Heng appear much more dangerous. Possessive even, when his tongue presses its way between your lips and his sharp eyes narrow at the halovian opposite him.
Sunday makes a mental note of that behaviour, but he doesn't cease his slow, back and forth movements either, thrusting into your fist with an eagerness he would normally be ashamed of. His hips stutter as he rolls the head of his cock through your closely gripped fingers again and this time his lips part, his voice hitching with the exhale that you breath into Dan Heng's mouth.
You gasp as you break the kiss, and as if Dan Heng can feel something Sunday can't he begins to reach around your hips to rub at your pussy again. It makes your head drop back to moan for a second— so incredibly broken and lost in mindless pleasure but still you find it in yourself to lean forward, allowing Sunday between your lips again as you go back to suckling on the tip of his cock.
Its like something from one of his most sinful fantasies; to have Dan Heng fucking you while you suck Sunday off and he almost feels guilty for having you in such a position. But there's a part of him, a past part of him that wishes it were he that was getting to feel the sweet hug of your pussy right now— and as he watches your body clench and stutter with every wet slap against Dan Heng's hips, he can't help himself from touching you.
He ignores the look it earns him from behind you, but he's still respectable enough to not take it too far. Sunday brushes the hair back from your face and watches as you take more of his cock, your eyes fluttering closed at your obscene pleasure as your throat relaxes and you swallow around him. It earns you a moan, then another trembling pump of his hips before you glance up at him through your lashes and that seems to send him hurtling towards his orgasm with a speed he was not expecting.
Though it appears he's not alone, from where your lips wrap around him— Sunday can feel the way you're moaning around his cock, drooling all over his shaft as Dan Heng continues to rub at your pussy with two fingers while he fucks you. Even your boyfriend has began to moan himself, groans that appear more controlled but rougher in comparison to Sunday's more desperate sounds.
Sunday feels tension begin to pinch at his shoulders, his thighs shaking as you begin another wet withdrawal and then all of a sudden— with a particularly deep thrust of Dan Heng's cock it sends you forward. Your nose presses against the base of Sunday's cock so suddenly it knocks the air out of him, sending him curling forward as he feels those first tendrils of pleasure begin to take root in his body as his orgasm suddenly blooms.
It floods into your mouth until you choke, forcing you to draw back so you can really taste his load— though it only takes a few more seconds before you're following him off that edge and having to break away. Dan Heng continues to fuck you through your own organs as he holds you steady, one arm looping around your waist while the other stays between your folds.
You pump Sunday's cock to draw out his pleasure at the same time, causing a few of the remaining drops of his cum to fall and splatter over your bottom lip and chest and Sunday feels like he might actually pass out at the way his load appears to pearl on top of your skin.
As your body begins to seize and twitch on top of Dan Heng, Sunday notices the way his pace also does the same— soon followed by a clipped grunt of his own before he can see the sticky ring that appears to form at the base of Dan Heng's cock.
Everything feels so wet and warm in the aftermath. The long strokes of your fist along Sunday's cock have turned to slow pets, fingers dancing along the now flushed skin until he's shuddering and taking half of a step back. You finish it with a kiss against his tip, as if bidding his pretty cock farewell and then you all but collapse back into Dan Heng's chest as he catches you.
"How do you feel?" You ask as you take in Sunday's completely roused state. He's much different now compared to how you're used to seeing him; with his incredibly flushed expression and his messy hair, his slacks around his ankles and his wings curling around his cheeks.
It's quite cute you think, miles from the man you're sure everyone once thought him to be.
"You held up quite well." Dan Heng offers to Sunday first.
Followed by your voice as you find yourself comfortable on his softening cock. "Soooo…. how was it?" You murmur, drawing Sunday's gaze to you this time and there appears to be a dull glow to it that wasn't there before.
"Yes, it was… quite remarkable."
"I like that compliment." You smile back, watching Sunday's wings spasm in the aftermath of his orgasm as he fumbles to pull back on his underwear and clothes. "But one more thing, come here one more time!"
It takes considerable effort to push yourself up, still plugged up by Dan Heng's cock but you manage to grab at the chest of Sunday's shirt before all but pulling him into you. Its quick and catches him off guard, the way your lips are soft against his— as if rewarding him with a kiss that is so utterly sweet that he almost melts into you.
You think he actually might when you feel his body relax, and when you tease along his lips with a press of your tongue— you take pride in the dazed expression it leaves him with when you suddenly pull away. You sink back into Dan Heng's chest with a little kick of your feet, and try not to smile too hard at the way Sunday seems so utterly perplexed and…. blissfully dazed.
"Maybe you'll have a much better sleep tonight compared to when you first got here."
You joke, shattering the tension in a lighthearted way that seems to bring Sunday back. He clears his throat.
"Heh, perhaps that may be the case." He says, but fidgets. "Though I should most likely clean myself up first, I dislike making a mess at the best of times."
There's a lull of silence after that, and you can tell by the look on Sunday's face that he appears to be thinking. He gathers up the rest of his things, albeit not much, before turning to leave the room before you can stop him.
"You know, you can still sleep in this room." You say before he can go, causing Sunday to still in his step out of the door before he turns.
"She is right." Dan Heng agrees, hugging you tight. "Our offer still stands despite what has just taken place."
You don't know for certain, but you think Sunday seems to relax at that. He exhales a breath, then sighs— as if suddenly remembering how to breath.
"Then I will see to it that I shan't wake you both on my return."
You laugh, knowing that no matter how loud he is you're definitely too spent to wake up for anything tonight. "We'll consider it your revenge for earlier."
Lohen started, chin resting against his palm casually as he watched you put down his cup of apple cider back onto his desk.
You raised an eyebrow at him, confused but a little concerned as he continued to grin at you. His dagger spinning languidly around in his other hand.
"How come?", you asked straightforward instead of trying to play guess.
"Perhaps because I already took the last piece of gum with the antidote in it...ones I was going to make more for tomorrow's troop training?"
A chilling shiver ran down your spine at his words and what that had implied. You refused to believe the delicious apple cider you had drank (and apparently he had let you) just now had poison in it. But then again this was Lohen you were talking about, and you know he's not beyond testing out poison for his so called training. And you guess it was your fault for not asking before taking a sip but still...
"Alright alright, no need to panic. Just stay still..."
He could easily tell what you were thinking by the look on your face alone. And as much as he would like to enjoy messing with you more, he's not that cruel when it comes to you specifically. Even if the face you're making right now is adorable.
Lohen smoothly makes his way around the desk towards you, tilting your head and immediately pressing his lips to yours.
His tongue gently ran across your lower lip as if to soothe you and the ever growing anxiety, and perhaps to coax your mouth open too. You can taste him and the gum with the antidote in it. Though honestly you can't tell the difference from his usual gum. It could be intentional though.
After awhile the gum was left in your mouth as he pulled back slowly. You're quick to notice an amused glint in his eyes however. He throws you his usual grin albeit a little wider now, before speaking in a sing song tone,
"Just kidding~"
.
.
.
It took you a moment...but only then you understood, there was no poison to begin with.
anyway god bless big, huge, bear-coded men who’s whole body can blanket you in the winter to keep you warm and also easily press you hard into the mattress with every push of their heavy hips YEY
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