: ̗̀➛ GETTIN' HOT & STEAMY HERE ! phainon, mydei, anaxagoras, dan heng, caelus / gn! reader
it's the norm in okhema to take baths with your peers. growing closer through the intimacies of pure bodies or whatever... does that mean they're not gonna stare? of course not! not when you looks so delicious dripping wet, and especially not when they just really, really like you.
( caelus is the only open pervert; if you think about mydei is also an open pervert here, but it's not exactly perverted; oh a non-yan fic? cute— yESTER?!; chest is referred to as tits by caelus; d1ck is not explicitly said here but it should be painfully obvious in phainons part; accidental groping; some attempts at comedy; suggestive; tagging it as smut bc it's suggestive, not actual smut [if anyone knows a better tag lmk]; anaxagoras was rushed i JUST realized i didnt write his part )
⤻ CAELUS
Woah. Tits.
Caelus reaches out and takes a long sip from the glass of ambrosia he’s been served in the bath, not even trying to hide his shamelessly probing eyes. Like always, he had entered the baths without much grace and poise, only hoping to ease Dan Heng’s nagging about his hygiene. After cannonballing into the bath, it was only a surprised yelp that made him realize that another person— you, staring wide-eyed and red at him— was in the bath with him.
Tactless as he is, he waved hello to you and made himself welcome. You could only sigh and relent.
But you didn’t take the stoic trailblazer to be a shameless pervert. Admittedly, his stare is different from the normal old perverts, looking at your chest with blank eyes instead of those lustful ones. Still, staring is staring, and you pout at him and sink into the waters to hide your body. “You’re staring too much!” You snap at him. You hope the bath waters hide your red face.
“You’re staring at me too,” he replies, blunt as ever. Not even a hint of smugness. Just simply stating the facts like he always does. “We’re staring at each other.” He makes an OK sign with both hands. “Win-win.”
“Not win-win!” You huff. “You’re not even trying to hide it!”
Now he smiles, flipping his gray hair extravagantly and letting out a haughty ‘ha-ha!’. “The Galactic Baseballer needs not hide their desires. Whatever they want, they take. For that is the way of the Trailblaze, and most importantly, the way of the— ooghf.” You throw a towel his way and send him under the water. What the hell did you expect from this idiot?
He resurfaces with a dramatic gasp of air, before shaking his hair and getting the droplets everywhere like a dog. He’s back to staring, head halfway in the water as he inches closer and closer to you. You give him a deadpan look and whack his head with the towel again, but he’s now unswayed by the barrage of attacks. The two of you continue this for a while, until Caelus is now head to… chest with you. He is silent, as if contemplating something, before his big ass mouth opens.
“Can I hold ‘em?”
You whack him. “In your dreams.”
He sighs dramatically, flopping into the bath waters and floating miserably. “But I like tits,” he whines. “I like your tits.”
“I hope that Stellaron inside you explodes.”
⤻ PHAINON.
He really shouldn’t be taking advantage of your trust, not when you so willingly invited him to bathe together. And yet he can’t help sneaking glances at your dripping figure every now and then, hoping that the steam would somewhat hide his perverse intentions.
“Phainon?” Your sweet voice calls out to him, and he startles. He looks at you, beet-red, and you cock your head. “Oh, poor thing. Is the bath getting to you? You’re all red!” You reach out a hand to feel his forehead, but he instinctively jolts away from your touch, like a sinner afraid to taint the sister. Your body is now noticeably closer, and Phainon doesn’t want to know if that new heat he’s feeling is from the water, your body, or a psychological defect.
“I’m okay, really,” he reassures you, smiling awkwardly all the while. “Probably just the steam, but I’ve handled hotter with Mydei.” He shoots you a grin, but you don’t seem to buy it.
“You sure?” You press. He thinks the way your brows scrunch and those eyes turned downward in worry is so cute, but he has to suppress that urge to bring you into a cuteness-aggression-induced hug and look away. He reassures you again, this time more mumbled and half-hearted, sinking into the water as if to baptize himself anew. You look at his strange behavior worriedly. “I’m not… I’m not being a bother, am I?”
He shoots out of the water, making you yelp when he gets water all over you. “Not at all!” He near-shouts in your face. His muscled hands, carved and sculpted like fine marble, have grabbed you by the shoulders. His wide blue eyes look at you in both disbelief and panic. “You could never— I would never think—! You’re– You’re not a bother at all!”
“O-Oh,” you squeak, taken aback by his eruption and by… something. “Th– That’s a relief, then…!”
Phainon continues rambling. “In fact, you couldn’t believe how ecstatic I was when you invited me into the bath. I mean, I know that sounds wrong, but I’ve been wanting to get closer to you, and I thought this was finally my chance! And I know this sounds so bizarre, but I really, really appreciate everything you’ve done for me and the rest of the Chrysos Heirs and—”
“Phainon…!”
“ — And I know Mydei, and I take up your time cleaning up after us ‘cause we’re both stupid, but you have no idea how happy it makes me knowing you’re there to look after us. It’s not like I want you to babysit us or anything, but the thought of someone caring for us is just nice, you know? So I really wanted to take the time to thank you, but you’ve been making me so flustered that I—”
“Ph– Phainon!”
You seem to startle him back to his senses, and he blinks down at you. It was only then that he realized the softness of your tender skin cupped in both of his palms, and he stumbled back, murmuring apologies for hurting you. That doesn’t seem to be the problem, not when you cover your blushing face with your newly freed arms. He looks down at you in confusion… before he realizes the very problem hanging out right in front of you both. And chubbing up… slowly, in front of your face. Now thoroughly mortified, he plops back down in the bath with the same beet-red face from before.
Silence ensues. Only the monotonous rush of water and the deafening stillness could be heard. “I– I’m sorry,” he mutters. Maybe if he proves how genuine he is, you won’t call HR on him.
“D– Don’t be,” you mumble back. You curl a strand of wet hair around your finger, absentmindedly playing with it as you try to look everywhere but him. The glistening droplets shine like dew on your skin, and the steam frames you like a halo, and so even in the face of his depravity, you still seem like a cherub more than anything. You offer him a crooked grin.
⤻ MYDEI
The nakedness of the bare flesh isn’t something that can move the Prince of Castrum Kremnos. He’s had men and women slip into his chambers, try to tempt him by stripping themselves of their flimsy chitons, and receive nothing but a cold lookover from him. During his days as a wandering general, he had followers dropping themselves at his feet just to have a chance to carry his heir. Nothing.
Looking at you now, skin supple and tender from the heat of the baths, he feels something carnal stirring within him. He’s no prude; he knows this feeling, but frustration seems to also cloud his thoughts as you lounge across him with a lazy grin.
“Don’t you think you’re staring too much, your Highness?” You tease. Your back is arched in a way that can only be intended to seduce, naked chest covered with only a thin layer of steam. “Keep doing that, and I’ll tell your people what a perv their future King is.”
He won’t let himself be goaded by such cheap teasing. He scoffs and mirrors your languid posture, looking kingly and regal in these baths. “If a cup of wine is presented before me, should I not partake in its sweetness? Don’t try to act the fool; it’s not very befitting.”
“Wise and responsible rulers know not to inebriate themselves in front of their people.”
“A good thing that there’s only you and me in these waters, then,” he hums. He crooks his finger at you. “Come hither, you tempter. If you plan on acting like a harlot, you might as well do it where I can properly see you.”
You know challenging the prince would be no easy task, but you didn’t think that he would use your own brazenness against you. At the open provocation, you find yourself wanting to cover up your body and sink beneath the water. To hide where his gaze does not touch. But you can’t bring yourself to disobey the demands of royalty, so you slowly wade your way to his side.
He swipes the strand of hair sticking to your forehead, smirking when you try not to meet his gaze. “What’s wrong?” His huffed laugh, rare yet warm, sends something warm through your body. “Not so cheeky now, are we?”
You pout. You want to act coy, try to act coy— it’s too soon to concede defeat— but you feel like you’re failing when you shudder at his touch. “Anyone would be embarrassed when someone stares at them the way you do,” you huff. “You trying to burn a hole through me?”
“I’m not such a brute that I don’t know how to enjoy the luxuries of life.” From your cheekbones to your collarbone, every teasing touch is poised to further edge you on. His Highness seems to enjoy having the tables turned on you as he watches you squirm, rough hand clamped around your plush waist to ensure your entrapment. “In case you forgot, you’re the one who offered yourself up to me.”
⤻ DAN HENG
For the most part, Dan Heng is doing a pretty good job of composing himself. You thought that he’d sneak some glances or not look at all, but Dan Heng holds a conversation with you normally, like you’re not naked under all this steam and water. You grumble and kick water his way.
Startled from his tranquil relaxation, Dan Heng stares at you questioningly. You kick another wave in his face. In response, he clasps both hands and expertly squirts water in your face. You cough and splutter. “What’s gotten into you?” He asks, watching you recover from the attack. “Why’re you suddenly angry?”
You sigh like the lead heroine in dramas, posed dramatically on their bed as they’re about to announce their life-threatening illness. “Do you think I’m attractive, Dan Heng? Do you think my body is not something to be ogled at?”
He raises a brow. “I do, yes.” You stare at him expectantly, but he adds nothing else and instead doubles down on the quizzical look. “What exactly do you want to hear?”
You double down on the glare. “I want to know why the hell you’re not looking at me!”
“Looking at what?”
The quick response has you opening and closing your mouth like a fish, before you settle down and purse your lips together. Looking at what, this hot and sexy dragon says from across you. Like he doesn’t know how to deal with pining love interests. You’ll show him. Without a warning, you scoot over to his side of the baths as elegantly as one can scoot, feigning nonchalance as his eyes follow you.
“What are you doing?” He says, once you’ve made yourself comfortable.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
He hums. Huh, he’s actually thinking about it. You sigh in frustration when he takes an absurdly long time to answer only to shrug at you. You swear, you’re gonna kill this dude. “You’re hopeless, Imbibitor Lunae,” you grump. In a bold move driven by impatience and frustration, you take his arm and let it drape over your shoulder. You sigh in satisfaction and take a peek at him. His expression is frozen.
“...? Dan Heng? Dan Heeeeng.” You poke his cheek. You tilt your head when you elicit no reaction from him. “What? Is this some prank or something? Cut it out.”
“N– No,” he coughs and looks away from you, the tips of his ear burning red. “I, er, I think I should be getting out—”
“Nooo way, mister!” You pout. “All this seducing and then you suddenly bail on me without letting me know why? What’s up, what did I…” His biceps around you, then his fingers, flinch as you move your body again. Then you feel it— the brush of rough fingers against your… your…
Your face looks like it’s about to explode with how red you’re getting. Dan Heng is staring at his own hands in shock, as if in disbelief of what he has just done. He quickly pulls away, flexing his fingers in a disastrous attempt to not replicate the feeling of your chest in his hand. To his chagrin, they do another cupping motion as if they could still feel the supple flesh around them. He chokes and hopes you don’t see it. He sees your eyes focusing on his hand and he quickly submerges himself in the hot spring’s waters in some attempt to boil the impure thoughts out of his mind.
You wait for a few moments. Nothing comes back up except for a few bubbles.
“Dan Heng? Dan Heng?! You’re going to drown like that!”
⤻ ANAXAGORAS
“Um, professor…?” Your meek voice echoes around the limestone walls, making you keenly aware of your shared solitude with the green-haired blasphemer across you. The steam barely covers your half not submerged by water, and you wonder if it’s the embarrassment or the heat that’s making you flush. “You’re, uh… Is there a problem…?”
Anaxagoras remains unmoved, sole eye still fixated on the spillage of your chest. It’s a playful thing, fluidly moving with your every squirm. There are times when very sliiightly he can see your areola peeking out from the water, only for it to hide back in the water again. His gaze seems to unknowingly harden every time it does that, but you don’t know that he’s taking a peek at your chest nor does he know what expression he has. In the end, all this makes you feel like you’re getting ready for an oral examination with the professor.
Another call of his name finally has him snapped out from his tit-induced stupor, and he schools his expression into his normal stoic one as he finally heeds you. “You’re awfully self-conscious for someone who barged into my baths. If the baths do anything other than its intended effect of relaxation, mayhaps I suggest you to do yourself a favor and leave?”
“Uh, no, I– I like it here,” you squeak out, flailing your arms in a meager attempt to show that you’re relaxed. “I’m relaxed! Yes! And…” A shy, sweet smile graces your lips when you avert your gaze from him. “I– I’m happy to be sharing the baths with my favorite professor…! I always wanted to get closer to you, so…”
The sentiment should be touching, really. But that pretty expression on his favorite students face rouses something else aside from his emotions.
As the conversation drifts back to silence, the sound of something heavy dropping ruins the peaceful atmosphere of the Okhema baths. Easily surprised as you are, you jolt up with a squeak, head frantically turning right to left as you try to find the disturbance. A sheepish sorry calls out from another bath down the hall and that makes you momentarily relax, until you turn around and—
“Oh my,” Anaxa coolly comments, doing nothing to hide the way his gaze snakes down from your chest down to the rest of your body. You let out a mortified cry as you quickly drop down to the floor, splashing the warm water all over your professor. You open your mouth as your mind scrambles to form out an apology, but Anaxagoras breaks your thoughts as he leans back with an amused look.
“As much as I hate to frequent Okhema, much less its baths, I may have to consider visiting regularly if all my baths put on a show as entertaining as yours,” he says, finally meeting your gaze for the first time since you entered that bath. “Did you come here seeking for extra credit from your professor?”
“No, no, no!” You frantically shake your head as you try to reestablish your good reputation and dignity. “I didn’t—! I walked here on accident! I didn’t, I wasn’t even— oh my Titans— professor, I’m not seeking anything. I– I can leave if you want!”
“Oh, please do,” he says, gesturing to the towel that you’ve left far from your current reach. His sole eye glimmers with the same crude amusement dancing on his lips. “If you’re looking for another extra credit, by all means, leave this bath.”
