thinking about haru….. thinking about stressed haru….
maybe there are a couple sick animals that need taking care of and he needs to run around with their medication while still getting everything done. gotta take care of those weak ones, you know? they won’t take care of themselves.
that’s what he tells you when you find him in one of the valleys of jabberwock, sprinkling antibiotics into troughs. he looks a little stressed and his shoulders are sagging a little and maybe that’s why he doesn’t resist when you use your pointer finger to press him against the nearest tree. you tell him he has to take a rest or he’ll burn himself out, and his brows do the cute crease it does when he’s worried. he can’t let the animals go hungry. there are antibiotics to give. there’s food to prepare. he has to—
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but your hands are on his collar and your mouth is on his and he’s squeaking in surprise… your tongue slips in between his lips and suddenly it’s a full blown make out session, with his hands on your waist and you kissing him hard against a tree. licking into him and he slips a thigh between your legs to steady you. kissing him breathless and when you break away there’s a thin string of saliva that connects his lips to yours.
“take a rest,” you repeat, and watch his chest heave. he mumbles something that you don’t bother catching, because the moment he looks like he’s pouting you kiss him again. and again.
pulling away from haru and his face is flushed and he’s breathless and the crease between his brows is gone and he’s smiling a little and god, he’s so cute. kissing his nose for good measure. but there’s something nudging against your thigh and damn, it isn’t his keys.
slowly trailing your hands down his chest and palming him through the jumpsuit. haru whimpers, and you kiss the noise off his lips. squeeze him slightly through the jumpsuit. stroke him, just a little, just so he moans against your lips.
“take a rest?” you suggest again, and haru has no choice but to agree.
and like. something something jumpsuit mechanics or whatever but you get it down to his waist soon enough. as well as you can while your lips are on his, anyway - it’s hard to see where zips and shit are going when you’re still focussed on kissing him senseless. tug it far down enough you can pull him out of his boxers, and oh, when your hand closes around him-
haru letting out a soft whimper when you give him a gentle stroke, and it makes you laugh a little. giving him a small peck on the edge of his lips because well. he’s so cute. you can’t help it. but he’s shifting his hips, a silent desperate plea for you to move, and what can you do but oblige? starting slow and stroking his full length, putting some pressure on the downstroke, and soon haru is tipping his forehead onto yours and whining breathily for you to go faster, please, you feel so good, I need-
smoothing your thumb over his tip to collect the precum that beads on the top. maybe you do have to go faster, but will that get him to relax? maybe you should go slower, just to see what he does. just to see how far he can go.
something something haru on his ass in the grass, long legs angled so you’re sitting comfortably in his lap. you haven’t stopped stroking him, and he’s already panting, cheeks flushed and lips kiss swollen, when you nose up his jaw. tilting his head to one side with your hand then kissing his jawline. shifting in his lap so your skirt rides up a little your thighs, and haru’s hands find their way up your skirt. loves grabbing, you know? loves getting handfuls of you, loves the way your hand on his shoulder tightens when his thumb brushes the inside of your thigh.
haru’s gloves bumping into the seam of your underwear, and oh, the sense of satisfaction he gets when you make a noise against the column of his neck. when you suck harder on the spot next to his adam’s apple. your hands don’t stop moving though, just speed up a little, and Haru can’t help the way his hips buck upwards into your hands, can’t help the small movements he makes to help you go faster, faster-
your hands leave his cock. haru whines. his hands tighten on your thighs, and when you pull back the crease is back between his brows. what can you do but kiss his forehead? he’s so cute like this, whining and desperate, hands all over you. but you settle your weight backwards, far enough that you can lift your skirt up and tug both his gloves off. glide your hand up his mechanical arm and leave the gloves there on his shoulder. if you play your cards right they’ll stay there for the entire time you ride him.
haru can’t keep his eyes off of where you’re pulling your underwear to one side. can’t keep his eyes off of where your hand returns to his cock, stroking him once, twice, before lining him up with your entrance. chokes when his tip touches you, so warm and wet and god, just for him? his very own piece of heaven?
rubbing his tip against your clit for a while, because hey, it feels good. also feels good watching him sweat, eyes trained on where his tip disappears between your folds. his mouth slightly open (he doesn’t know it) as he pins your skirt high up your hips just so he can watch you work his cock. and if you kiss him right before you slip him into you? if he whines into your open mouth, panting and breathy, need coating your tongue, what then?
but then you’re sinking down on his cock and the warmth is so good, so tight and wet and oh— haru’s head tipping back against the tree. can’t help the whimpers that leave his throat when you slowly sink down on his length, can’t help the way his hands shake when you bottom out. you always feel so good around him, like you were made for him, you know that? (he can’t tell you, though. words don’t seem to work anymore, just sounds. he hopes you understand. when you start moving he thinks he sees stars.)
elias chatting with you in the empty circus seats about everything and nothing… leaning on the arm rest chin in hand listening to you talk about experience design for one of the entrances…
elias leaning over to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you’re thinking out loud about whether it’d be better to pipe in the scent of caramel apples or apples and caramel popcorn, and with the sudden slow movement you’re all too aware of how close elias has gotten and you try your best not to let the beat of your heart echo too loud through the entire auditorium but his thumb lingers on the high of your cheekbone and you can smell the sugar on his breath and the gold in his eyes have flickered lazily down to where your breath has caught on the third syllable of honeycrisp and really, dear heart, he can’t imagine the difference between those two scents and you should really let him taste both these treats to give his best opinion
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except you know elias and his sweet tooth and you know he clearly knows how they’re different and you know he knows you know he’s talking about something much much removed from apples and popcorn, and you’re murmuring in return something about maybe letting him have a taste, which is how you find yourself with elias kneeling between your legs and pulling your underwear to the side, lollipop in between his fingers like a cigarette and ungloved fingers circling your entrance to collect your slick but never quite touching where you need him to
elias murmuring something about whether he should try dressing apples with this instead before licking a stripe up your core, and the gasp you fail to contain makes him smile and tut about how sweet you are, but you don’t want to get caught, do you? makes you look at the front of the auditorium for anyone that might walk in, but the moment your eyes flick away from him his tongue finds your clit and the soft ah that leaves your lips has him releasing his hold on your underwear. nudges his lollipop between your lips and lets the blue of it coat your tongue.
elias nudging your hips up and shimmying your underwear down your thighs so he can get better access to you. hooks your knees onto his shoulders the moment he tucks your panties into his blazer pocket, and really, by now you should be used to the tease of elias’ tongue and how the rough of a knife thrower’s fingers can feel inside you, but you aren’t, you aren’t, and before you know it the lollipop shatters itself onto your tongue and elias turns your world white.
something something keeps the underwear in his pocket and walks you back to the dionysia dorms bare. lets you have another lollipop in exchange, though, just so he can taste it off you later.
thinking about like. elias sorting through paperwork at his desk when you slip into his tent. dropping a kiss into his hair and resting your chin on his shoulder when he explains he’s still going through the house reassignment documents for the general students. watching his long fingers flip through folders and smelling the sugar on his tongue and maybe you can’t help but turn your head to drop a kiss on his cheek. another one on the edge of his jaw. another open-mouthed one on the curve of his neck.
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and elias 100% knows what you’re doing when your lips graze his earlobe and he’s chuckling out a, “impatient, dear heart?” but you are impatient, and you want him, and one thing leads to another and he pulls away from his paperwork enough for you to end up on his lap, skirt bunched up around your waist and panties tugged to one side so his cock can nestle tight in you.
elias admiring how wet you’ve made the base of his cock and patting your cheek and murmuring a, “be good, now. I’ll be done soon.” before turning back to his paperwork. and you’re trying your best to be good, so good for him, nose against his neck and full of him, but he shifts to reach for another stack of paper and the movement feels so much you can’t help the whimper that slips out.
elias chuckling again at rhe way your warmth tightens around him. the low sound rumbles through your body and you can’t help but rock yourself against him, feel the ridges of his cock slip against your walls, just a little, just a little more— but elias has a hand on your hip and a warning look in his eyes when he pulls back to smile at you. takes his lollipop out just to kiss you hard and chuckles at the dazed look on your face. “you can wait, can’t you, sweetheart? you’re being so good for me.”
elias groaning against your lips when you can’t help but clench around him. kissing you hard again but the hand on your waist is rubbing comforting circles when he promises just a little longer. slips the lollipop in his hand past your lips and drops a kiss onto the hollow of your throat, but then pulls away enough to keep his eyes on his paperwork. you’ve already made a mess on the front of his pants. you can wait a little longer — after all, you’re going to be in for a long night after this.
mio thinking abt buildng you a toy to keep you company on nights he can’t… sits down with drafting paper and a sharpened pencil one night you’re out on a mission, but when he starts materialising it and thinking abt like what type of mechanics to use he hits a block… it’s not bc he can’t build it (he can. he’s alr figured out the blueprint) or that he can’t get materials (he can. he knows elias will get him food-safe silicone, as long as he justifies it with some contraption or another. elias won’t suspect a thing.). it’s that he gets stuck thinking about how it should behave inside you…
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mio thinking about whether the outer part of it should curve against your clit or whether it should widen at the base just like his own, since you always adore taking him into your mouth and licking up his side… thinking about how it should fit inside you… whether it should be snug so you feel full, like how you always whine hot against his ear when he bottoms out… or whether it should be modelled after his, curve and all, just so you can imagine it’s him touching you and filling you up…
mio thinking about whether the metal should be smooth and ridged so you can clean it easily and the mechanisms can be easily taken apart to be serviced or upgraded… or whether he should make it an exact replica of his own, one smooth piece, so you can slowly slip the mushroom tip of it between your folds while thinking of him, slide the length of it inside you while whimpering his name into your pillow…
mio sitting there with his sharpened pencil and a blank page, sweating, with his face getting increasingly redder as he thinks about it… thinks about the way he usually pleases you… thinks about the ways he could please you… thinks about the way you look under him when he slips his fingers into you and stretch you out in preparation for his cock… the way your mouth goes hot and soft against his when you sit in his lap… the way your nails feel against his chest when you sink down onto him and the way you clench around him, tight and warm, as you get used to how he feels, fully seated inside you…
before he knows it he’s pitching a tent under his apron and all he can think about is the way you rode him last night in this very workshop, top half unbuttoned, chest slick with his saliva and skirt pushed up around your waist, panties tugged to one side and your hands gripping his shoulders, wet and messy, just for him…
mio seeing the sweet skin of your neck in his mind’s eye… the way you bounced so sweetly, just for him… the way your thighs shook around him when you got closer and closer and the way you threw your head back moaning his name when he settled a rough thumb onto your clit… mio setting his pencil down. maybe he won’t build you a toy after all. maybe he can’t let a toy do what should be his job.
started thinking abt an adventuring au and couldn't stop so. here are the classes and subclasses i'd put the ghouls in!! disclaimer i don't know much abt dnd and based it heavily on what i read on this site so please suspend any knowledge you may have jkshdlskjah
Jin: paladin, watcher - jack of all trades. trained to deal with all sorts of enemies since he was young, as was required by his father. excels as a damage striker when he needs to be, and can hold his own against aberrants, feys and fiends. started adventuring from a young age in the family name, and learnt the hard way that sometimes charming anomalies and other adventurers goes further than holding a sword against their throat. usually takes missions from well-known families.
Tohma: cleric, order - chosen by some divine being. usually will be the party’s tank since he can control enemy actions with relative ease if he gets the blessing of his patron, and has good defence and the head to use it. however he knows his way around his fists and a sword and can hold his own in a physical fight without calling on his patron, due to his long-time association with alan and jin.
Kaito: sorcerer, wild magic - was born with it, and never quite learnt how to use it correctly. his magic is too chaotic to use well most of the time, but he does have a familiar set of spells he can use (few). never quite thought about honing his wild magic until he started adventuring with luca. they find out that when he’s under extreme duress the spells he does know get more powerful.
Luca: paladin, devotion - your local knight in shining armour. good at both striking and protection. can deal a lot of damage, but chooses his battles and only fights when it fits his ideals. his brother started adventuring before he did; he only left home after they realised his brother hadn’t been in contact with them for months. goes around adventuring now to make some money and travel different towns to look for his brother. takes it upon himself to guard and defend his party (currently a party of two!), and takes it hard if kaito gets injured.
Alan: barbarian, giant - grows larger when attacking!! big man big fists mmm. extremely gentle when the fists are put away, though, so never went down the path of the berserker, although he did come close to doing so when his dad died. started adventuring when he was young to make ends meet. has a lightning cleaver he takes good care of and polishes whenever he can. met tohma mid-tussle with an anomaly in a forest and tohma saved his ass. they’ve been nearly inseparable ever since.
Leo: bard, glamour - charms his way through his enemies and boosts the charm of anyone in his party. will also use it to intimidate. was very nearly a wizard, enchantment, since he remembers nearly everything he reads, but realised using fey charm was much more effective at getting what he wanted than having to rely on spell books to hypnotise enemies into doing his bidding. absolutely terrifying. childhood friends with sho.
Sho: rogue, swashbuckler - good at attacking but also. really good at charming people. doesn’t care too much about the rules and is just here to do what makes him happy. thinks often about giving up the rogue adventurer life for settling down and opening an inn. hot and he knows it. OR wizard, abjurer - jack of all trades (2) but became a wizard after he realised he could memorise entire spell books after studying them. heavy on the defensive skills; can jam or deflect attacks upon his party, and can learn any spell from the spell books of anyone in his party if he spends enough time practising. parents only let him go out adventuring because leo promised to take care of him, and what is leo but trustworthy?
Haru: paladin, ancients - uses nature-based magic that replenishes whenever he works with animals. however will become feeble when faced with multiple combat sessions. can recharge by basking in the sun. has a bleeding heart and always offers protection to those weaker than him; he can’t help it, not when he comes from the background he does. OR. ranger, beast master - part-druid who adopted a mystic animal (peekaboo!) when it was young. now peekaboo’s grown up and fights alongside him!! knows his way around animals and can often read their minds to get the information he needs. can summon other beasts if he wants peekaboo to take a rest. he’s a surprisingly agile scout too!!
Towa: druid, circle of sea - specialises in storm-themed damage. harnesses the wind to travel where he wants to go. doesn’t take on many missions, but can survive in the wilderness for months on end by himself. OR. sorcerer, wild magic - uses wild magic surges whenever he wants. too chaotic to be controlled, but will usually listen to whoever he feels most attached to at the time. has somehow absorbed storm sorcery too and can control the weather.
Ren: warlock, fathomless - didn’t ask for this. however got blessed when he was younger by a deep sea eldritch being or whatever that lived in the lake by his childhood home. it saved him from drowning when he was eight and now he can’t shake off the control he has over water? found out by surprise (and under extreme stress) that he can summon tentacles during battle. was an absolutely terrifying moment for him.
Taiga: warlock, fiend - gains power every time he kills someone or something. serves a nameless devil who blesses him every time he goes out on a mission, but the strength of his blessing depends on the roll of a dice. luckily taiga is very good at rolling dice. met romi at a bar early on in his adventuring career when romi tried stealing the ring off his hand, and decided he quite liked romi. has been quietly following him around ever since.
Romeo: ranger, fey wanderer - will use fey magic to frighten or charm enemies. also has the option to summon a fey to fight for him, and prefers that to getting his hands dirty. used to be a rogue, thief, but ran into the fey after he burgled one of their magical items and decided to give up the rogue life to join them. now only accepts high-paying missions. doesn’t know when this red-haired stray started following him around, but some part of romi doesn’t want to get rid of him. won’t think about why. will nod at leo if he sees him across the bar.
Ritsu: wizard, scribe - memorised his spell book cover to cover. constantly has ink stains on his hands from writing new spells in his heavy-ass spell book. spends most of his money buying scroll paper. calculates odds before he starts a mission. started adventuring after a warlock he met in town made fun of him for being a soft mama’s boy. accidentally gained the skills of a psion, metamorph somewhere along the way after making a bet with a drunk psion. doesn’t quite know how the entire thing happened or how the physics work, but can now alter the material his body is made of.
Subaru: cleric, knowledge - accidentally blessed by the goddess of knowledge when he fell asleep on one of her prayer books one day in the library. woke up from a conversation with her with his head ringing and the terrifying knowledge of whatever had been done before on that very library table. now prays for her benediction before he reads others’ minds or reads their past. services in high demand. started off relatively weaker in defence, but has picked up some self-defence skills from others he’s adventured with, so he can fairly hold his own in a fight.
Haku: druid, circle of dreams - can do physical attacks if he wants, but prefers doing spell work during missions. relies on his ties to the snake fey to cast spells for healing and scrying, and can heal from pretty far away. can cast illusion spells silently, but has found their reach wider and more effective if he uses a medium (his flute). who’s the snake and who’s the charmer now? if you blink too quickly you might catch a glimpse of something like scales in the silver shadows behind him, but he’ll smile at you, golden and warm, and you’ll forget you’ve ever doubted him.
Zenji: bard, swords - ?fantastic singer. the more inspired he is, the stronger his sword fighting gets…!! spends most of his time thinking about literature and gaining inspiration from the natural world so he doesn’t prefer to fight, but when he does it’s powerful due to the ?accumulated inspiration. was nearly a bard, glamour, since he adores storytelling, but was circumstantially forced into learning how to fight. met haku and subaru at a billboard looking at missions and between zenji’s bardic glamour and subaru’s telepathy and haku’s illusions, they’ve become quite a dream team for investigative missions.
Ed: wizard, enchantment - doesn’t attack much or involve himself in parties, but when he does, he stays in the shadows and only comes out to charm enemies so he can mess with their mind and meddle with their memories.
Rui: barbarian, zealot - weapon is infused with some brand of holy power. can heal wounds with his devotion, and chooses to use his rage to resurrect members of his party instead. gets more powerful the more love he feels or receives? has mostly given up the life of an adventurer to open his own inn, and now spends his nights chatting up adventurers at his bar. it’s where you’ll usually find romi too.
Lyca: barbarian, beast - self-explanatory? shapeshifts into wolf when attacking. gets a bunch of natural weapons, but most helpful are teeth and claws! doesn't like to use this skill very much, since he spent so much time in this state when he was younger. secretly afraid that one day he’ll be stuck in his beast state forever. but he heard recently from some wizard that he might be able to shapeshifter in to other types of beasts, though, so he’s on some level curious about that.
Yuri: artificer, alchemist - healing powers+++. is perfectly happy working alone in an apothecary brewing potions for sale and coming up with new potions for different inflictions, but can also very quickly concoct extra healing potions when he’s out in the field and someone is injured. will whine about it, though. only goes out on adventures to collect rare ingredients for potions, but those potions sell for a high price.
Jiro: cleric, death - chosen by death to act as his divine agent. was on the brink of death in the middle of a cemetery after an attack, and when his eyes slipped closed it didn’t go dark at all. woke up with markings down his torso said to be the mark of his patron and between his aching muscles and the green-haired alchemist bent over his face pouring potions down his throat he figured he shouldn’t question it. can only attack/heal after consulting death, and will either heal to full health or will deal necrotic damage.
Elias: bard, eloquence - extremely persuasive. can charm his way out of any situation. suggests something to you with a smile and you’re already. on your knees. am I biased? shut up. OR rogue, inquisitive - prefers to listen from the shadows and provide support to the party via insight and investigation. always knows when you’re lying to him, but will always lie to you with a smile. mostly makes a living off of selling information, but will go to combat for his party if needs be.
Jo: rogue, mastermind - specialises in misdirection and disguises. does most of the planning for party attacks. happy to do whatever you ask him to do, as long as it makes you happy too…? multilingual king. mostly goes on investigative missions, which is where he met elias the first time. was stunned that elias saw through her disguise so quickly, but now tests out the effectiveness of her spells combined with mio’s buffs on elias whenever they hang out.
Shion: sorcerer, aberrant - telepathic and telekinetic… super into body horror and will transform at will just to shock you. can also transform in battle, and will do so just to get a rise out of the enemy even though his telekinetic skills are more useful. however goes down very easily if he’s careless (he is often careless.)
Mio: cleric, forge - creates magical mechanical items for the party. his spell book is full of chicken scratch spells mostly created by him that nobody else can read or know how to use. spends most of his spare time tinkering around and crafting trinkets for his party to bring around on missions in hopes that they’ll protect his friends, but isn’t too bothered when they come back damaged as long as his friends are safe. created his steel spider/bird as a defender companion when he was younger and now cannot go anywhere without it.
some interhouse missions that i think would be interesting:
subaru and jo on an infiltrative mission into a rich man's house for information gathering... mio provides the equipment and zenji charms their way in.
haku the illusionist vs. elias the one who can see through lies. who's gna win. what happens if they work together. who's going to fold first and why is it me.
sho working in rui's bar after leo schedules an introduction. meets all sorts of characters there, particularly rui's regular romi. sho teaching subaru some self-defence skills (under zenji's watchful chaperoning) when subaru admits after a few drinks he's never had to fight with his fists before.
the thought of ep21 haku. the dragon horns the whole costume get up oh god haku
🔞🌶️ haku thoughts below sorry head in hands
going to a halloween party one of ur friends (rui) is throwing at his place and deciding what to wear and bf!haku suggests u go as dragons. couple dragons, even, like toothless and light fury
u order your costume online separately and think that actually. it would be incredibly funny if haku showed up in a sexy dragon costume & u showed up in a light fury onesie. unfortunately haru (drunk) vetoes this
(u ask haru if he intends to arrive as a sexy jiangshi. haru snores in response.)
but ur costume arrives and the lace-up bustier fits perfectly & so do the choker & the harness for the wings and when evening rolls around for haku to fetch u to rui’s u open the door and the poor man chokes
bc although haku looks fucking fantastic w his matching chain & his smirk & those fucking horns on his head & the harness that makes his shoulders look broader than they should. his eyes will Not leave ur chest. or his hands ur skirt. oh god perhaps u should have thought this through
rui’s party starts on time (haru does not attend as a sexy jiangshi unfortunately.) but alas u two aren’t there yet bc haku has decided to nest in ur bedroom with his “treasure” (his words) i.e., his head is between ur legs & his sleeves are rolled up & his hands are groping & flicking at ur chest while ur clinging onto his horns for dear life. or his hair. whatever bc at this point it doesn’t make a difference bc when u tug on him he makes the most delicious sound that vibrates against ur core and sends shockwaves through ur entire system and hey maybe he’s right u don’t have to go see rui tonight after all.
& even though haku promised it’d be quick bc he just. cannot help himself princess i’m so sorry not with u looking like that. struggles to take the bustier off bc it’s lace-up and ends up just tugging it down and leaving marks all over ur neck and collarbones and chest bc sorry dragons are territorial i guess! nips at the inside of ur thighs & holds onto ur choker & kisses u messily all teeth and grin when he slides in. at the end of an hour and two missed calls from rui u finally get a glimpse of urself in the mirror and oh god u . Literally cannot go out looking like that haku wtf
but this man just smirks & says good! & u swear if he was a real dragon w a functioning dragon tail it’d be swishing around so much in satisfaction rn bc he’s pulling u down onto the bed again for round four even though his cum is dripping down ur thighs. Good luck!
(when u do show up at rui’s later. it is with hastily done concealer. u want to make the excuse that ur a dragon who got into a fight on the way here. rui & haru nearly believe u & ur apparently fantastic make up skills but haku’s eyes are a little unfocused & he’s grinning a little too dopily and well. they suddenly don’t want to hear it)
mmmm thinking abt haru seeing you after being away from you for a while… he seems like the type that would miss you a lot / be clingy when you come back…
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thinking abt it like. haru’s hands all over you the moment he steps in the door… his mouth is on yours and he wants to surprise you with a sweet kiss first but it devolves into something hungrier, something that leaves his hands itching to grope you everywhere he can reach…
haru whining when he can’t get your bra off, except he can’t find the words to ask for help when your tongue is in his mouth and youre grinding slightly on where he hastily shoved a thigh between yours to pin you against the wall… haru pressing himself closer to you, hands pinning you to the wall, tongue tangling with yours like it’d help merge you into one being, help him make up for one too many a night of him left alone with his hand, one too many a night of you left alone with yours…
haru’s last braincells giving up on shedding clothes, so he ends up dry humping you against the wall, still fully-clothed, whimpering against the column of your neck. his mouth is hot and needy as his hands find your chest, your ass, your waist, anywhere he can get his hands on while still rutting against the soft of your thigh… can’t help the jerk of his hips when he inhales the scent of your skin. he missed you so much, you know? how your moans settle into his veins, make him feel like he’s floating…
haru gasping and cumming in spurts inside his pants despite never having managed to figure out how to unhook your bra… cumming with a shudder and a breathy whine against your lips… doesn’t let you go even when you pull back from kissing him, still chases the string of saliva that connects your lips, eyes half-lidded and glassy. he hasn’t touched you in so long, let him touch more, won’t you? please? please?
he swears, it’s only because he’s been missing you so much that he’s already half-hard again in the time it takes for you to push him gently from the doorway back into your bedroom. folds like a card when the back of his knees hit the bed. you’re so soft, under his kneading hands. when you pull the sticky mess off of his legs and climb into his lap, bra magically missing, haru wonders in a daze if this is what it’s like in heaven.
but you’re smacking him on the shoulder and laughing, and haru’s grinning like a fool in the light of your laugh, a brightness that alights on his lips in the form of a kiss. one that trails to the edge of his mouth and up his jaw, that turns into a breathy sigh hot on his earlobe. his hands tighten on your hips. god, you’re so unbelievably sweet. he’ll never leave for longer than a day again.
haru thinks faintly that he’d usually spend more time prepping you and spoiling you, but when you finally grind down on him bare he’s holding onto his second high by the skin of his teeth. have you always been this warm, this wet? have you always been this slick for him, kisses hot and messy? when you lean back to look haru in the eye he barely makes it. eyes dazed and lips swollen pink. you’re so good to him. so sweet. doesn’t know how he survived so long without you.
haru mumbling something into your palms when you cup both his cheeks in your hands. he’s so cute. you know he’s holding back, what with how his cock stood at attention the moment you pulled his underwear down. with how it tipped back against his abs, left a sticky trail of residual cum against his muscles. with how it’s prodding now at your entrance, tip gliding against you with every involuntary twitch it makes. he’s the cutest. you wonder how many times you can make him cum tonight before he passes out.
haru trying not to bust but his cock is already so slick with his cum he slips into you so easily, fills you up like he never left. haru tipping his head onto your shoulder, hands on your waist, hands on your hips, hands on your thighs, fingers digging into the soft plush of your flesh. it’s as much to ground him as it is to feel you, feel how you respond to every pinch and roll, and when he blindly reaches between you, open mouth trailing down your chest, he feels you clench down on him, your nails scratching at his shoulder and your head tipping back in what surely is a sign that he’s doing something right…
something something haru accidentally cums first. he can’t help it, not when you move like that! not when you’re grinding down on him, when all you are surrounds all he is, your soft aahs lovely and high in his ears. the slick of his cum makes gliding up and down his length even easier, and when you cum too it is with stars in your eyes and a fire in your throat and the sun spilling itself inside of you, hot and messy and still, still, after all this, still unrelenting.
haru’s hips still bucking up into yours as he whines helplessly. you’re tipping into overstimulated territory, he knows, he can feel you fluttering around him, your nails digging into his shoulder and thighs having long since lost their tremble. you’re already boneless, resting your forehead against his, and yet he still can’t help pressing into you, breath mixing in with yours as he races towards a third time. his cum is dripping out of you. it’s puddling around the base of his cock, hot proof of how you make him feel, proof of what happens when a sun implodes. he’s so sorry, he’s so sorry, just this once more, sunshine, he promises, please, let him—
something something cum as lube making it easier for him to go faster and faster, making it easier for him to snap his hips upwards against yours. you feel so good, baby, please, feel so good when he goes deep inside you, missed you so much, missed the feeling of you so wet and warm on him, please, he misses you so much—
when he comes again it is inside you with a hoarse cry. haru burying himself inside you, tears prickling in the corner of his eyes. kiss messy and all teeth and tongue. he’s so sensitive it hurts, but he’s still twitching, still spurting inside you. you’ll let him stay inside you, won’t you? won’t let any of his cum leak back out, right? please, sunshine?
god not to be like this after haru’s room card but. haru’s room card… haru after a nice long shower… haru stepping out of the bathroom with a towel slung low around his waist, wet ends of his hair still sticking to the nape of his neck…
haru trailing to the corner of his room to get his sweatpants from the closet and abruptly stopping because he sees you already curled up in his bed in his shirt.. you’re just flicking through wickhive, right? nothing special. nothing out of the ordinary. and yet there’s something about your skin on his sheets, your back against the headrest of his bed that feels so domestic…
haru softening and walking over to your side of the bed. brushes your hair away from your eyes and drops a kiss on your forehead. it’s not late yet, and he had plans to go downstairs to prep breakfast for tomorrow, but you’re here in his bed and you’re warm, and you’re looking up at him with kind eyes and wandering hands, hands that are sliding up his thighs and oh—
🌶️🔞⬇️
when you drop a kiss above his navel it sends a buzz along the clean of his skin. it sinks down his happy trail, this heat, seeps into his skin where you are leaving open mouthed kisses up his abs. he didn’t intend for this to happen, no, but you’re looking up at him with a smile crinkling up the corner of your eyes, and all haru can do is stop himself from melting into your touch
doesn’t mean he can stop the tent from forming underneath the towel, though, not when your hand smooths over its surface to grip his length lightly. haru hisses when you palm him through the towel, lets you guide him down to sit on the bed. when the towel loses its grip on his hips and falls loosely onto the bed haru doesn’t notice. he’s far too lost in the feeling of your lips on his jaw, your hand wrapping itself around his base. you press a kiss into his neck as you give him a soft tug, and haru dissolves like putty in your hands. he’s always been yours, hasn’t he? ever since you first leaned up to kiss him, face flushed under the soft jabberwock sun, trails of gold winding itself into your hair. he’s only ever been yours, yours to kiss, yours to hold. yours to work with the gentle flick of your wrist and the heat of your tongue.
haru’s hips bucking into your hand and a whimper leaving his lips when your thumb brushes his tip. smears the pearly bead of precum around his head. haru whining your name, turning his head to pant it into your temple when your grip tightens just enough, when you speed up just enough to tilt him ever faster to where he wants to be.
