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KSLDKSUE no no no nokwldwokfowi
literal running laps around my mf house because the way this is written is INSANE
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warning // kind of graphic descriptions of making out
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Rule number one: you must comply with whatever physical desires you have for each other.
The sweltering sounds of your lips molding with each other feverishly is almost revolting as it caresses your eardrums, and you’re sure you would mind it if it weren’t for the overflowing lust that runs through your veins. It compels you to continue moving your lips even through the scarceness of air in your lungs and the impassioned gasps of breath that pass through your mouths.
Mitsuya lets out an attentive hum when he feels you tugging him down and closer to your sprawled out body underneath him courtesy of the hand that you had rested on his nape beforehand. Time has ceased to exist as you let the desire swallow you whole, engulfing your every being and spreading a profound heat through your bloodstreams. And the sensation only heightens when he finally lets himself succumb to his own yearn, his knees that previously braced him up now fallen down to fully situate themselves on the bed as he glues his hips onto yours. And you drown more and more into him, fall deeper into his scent.
He only pulls back from your lips when the demand of air in his lungs becomes a little too unavoidable, chest heaving along with his laboured breathing. The fervor of the kiss still lingers back with earnest warmth on your lips, stinging in a bittersweet way, but he’s quick to get rid of it with a swift but comforting swipe of his tongue on your lips.
Rule 2: if either of you find out that you harbor feelings for the other, the relationship will end.
“You look pretty like this.” the compliment flies out of his panting lips casually as his lilac orbs swiftly scan the view of your laid out form beneath him, hair unkempt and mouth parted as you attempt to get rid of the burn in your lungs.
“Keep saying that and I might actually fall in love with you.” you brush off the hotness creeping up your cheek with a roll of your eyes, and he retaliates without missing a beat, a humored chuckle bubbling up from his chest at your reaction.
“You won’t.” he voices out your honest answer for you, aware of the honest feelings etched onto the back of your mind even without you saying it. His calloused fingers tapping an unknown rhythm onto the supple skin of your cheek. A curl of his lips follow suit after his sentence, and yet it doesn't spread to his eyes.
It feels peculiar. To have both satisfaction and unfulfillment coexist and flare in your chest at the same time. To do something that people would often consider as an intimate act yet gaze into each other’s eyes without even a tad hint of adoration hidden behind your pupils. And yet despite the plethora of words to describe how heinous the situation you’re in, you don’t seem to be opposed to it. Fire blazes amidst the bond you created, and you had learned to ignore the burns in favor of enjoying the warmth.
Rule number three: you absolutely cannot fall in love with each other.
“How about you? Are you sure you’re not going to fall in love with me?”
An amused puff of air erupts from his mouth at your query, a testament on how seriously he’s taking the question. You huff at him, fingers dancing on the soft hairs on the back of his nape as you await his answer. He closes the distance once again, connecting his lips to your forehead in a fleeting moment. Then, he gazes into your eyes again, with the same stare and the same lack of affection that contrasts greatly with his actions.
“You should have known better that aside from my feelings, everything about me is yours.”
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good evening @lila-skies 😇🙏🏻 here is your healthy serving of fwb mitsuya
Imagine A and B enjoying a romantic, candlelit bath, when A offers B... another tub, indicatively patting their stomach. B happily accepts, and A swallows B, making sure to get plenty of water in with them. A then grabs a sponge and starts lathering up their distended gut, ever so often burping up a few bubbles and blushing. Meanwhile, B simply relaxes, enjoying the gurgling ambience of A's warm, soapy tummy.