I would like astrology to stop explaining my deep psychological complexes so easily like, I was analyzing my Saturn and figured out why I always ended up feeling iffy, untrusting or slightly off about my extended group circles/friends/community to the point that I feel like I have to project a different (or a certain) image to survive/or be accepted regardless of how inauthentic it feels because there is a sense of lack or unworthiness inherently tied to the house fourth of Saturn.
Considering my 11th house is Leo, I have Saturn conjunct Sun, it makes sense why the "lack" makes me feel like it is tied to who I am as a person, which was perpetuated by my father figure and persisted outside in the vast crevices of the 11th house.
Damn. 300. Why are you all here? 😂
cw: voyeurism , alcohol consumption
you and chifuyu didn’t go out together often so tonight you’d decided to go on a date, your mutual friend and roommate baji even said he’d stay at kazutora’s place to give you some privacy. on this rare occasion you guys got spend some real time together you’d both decided to have a little drink, and then another little drink, and then another till the both of you were giggling and stumbling home like you were back in high school. when you eventually got back home chifuyu wasted no time pinning you to door before he’d even locked it, hands fumbling with your dress zipper till he got fed up and opted to hike it up to your waist instead. he wanted so badly to fuck you against the wall, legs hooked around him as he sinks into you but of course in his current state he has absolutely no chance, so instead he pulls you to the couch and sits you on his lap. he doesn’t even have to ask, before he can articulate his thoughts you’re helping him unbuckle his pants and situating yourself above his cock. as soon as you sink down fully onto him he’s already gripping your hips, the feeling of your walls hugging him so perfectly already has him tiptoeing on the edge, trying so desperately to at least make you cum once before he blows his load. “fuck, just like that baby. always so good for me, aren’tcha?” he all but slurs, smirk playing on his lips as he looks up at you “look at you, so pretty, all mine. this pussy’s all mine too, right?” you nod in agreement, managing to offer him a small “ ‘s all yours, fuyu” as you keep moving your hips. it’s a good thing you were both so absorbed with each other, neither of you had chance to notice the figure watching you just a few feet away. just who could that figure be, i hear you ask? that’s right, baji wasn’t at kazutora’s tonight and you’d have known that if you or chifuyu had bothered to check either of your phones that night. but you didn’t, and baji was almost grateful.
he’d always had a little crush on you, but he thought that with you being his best friends girlfriend his little crush would fizzle out. shocker, it did not. seeing you there, on the same couch all of you share, with you tits threatening to spill out of your dress and your slick seeping down to the cousin baji realises his little crush wasn’t so little after all. all he wanted to do was to welcome you back and let you know he was in fact there and to also see what was taking you so long to answer but of course he wasn’t given the chance. he wished you guys would stop, you’ve been at it for almost an hour now and the strain in his pants is unbearable at this point. so unbelievably unbearable he decided to try and take care of himself and relieve the tension. this is just a normal reaction to such lewd moans and sounds, it’s not like i wanted to be listening to my friend fuck his girlfriend he thought, trying to convince himself he wasn’t the pervert here. he tucked his shirt between his teeth before moving his hand to his pants, moving his fist slowly as he began listening to you more intently, head peaking round occasionally to watch the current scene unfolding. your hair was messy, slightly sticking to your face and with each roll of your hip your chest spilled more and more out of your dress. fuck did baji wish he were chifuyu right now. he wished he was there fucking into your sweet, sweet cunt. he wished you’d moan his name as you nuzzled into his neck. he wished you’d moan his name as you cum around his cock for the 3rd time. each thought sent waves of pleasure shoot through him and go straight to his dick. he was so close already, and so was chifuyu with the way his head was thrown back, stumbling over this words as he begged you to let him fill you up. it wasn’t long before you were coming once again and chifuyu not far behind, thick ropes of white painting your insides as you both basked in your post orgasmic state. baji was also not far behind, his poor boxers ending up soiled with the evidence of his perversion. it seems his shirt tucked between his teeth didn’t do much to muffle his sounds, his heart dropping when he hears chifuyu ask “did you hear that?” maybe, just maybe, this is the one time baji should have minded his business.
love seeing people comment HOT and PRETTY on the ryan and steph sets 😌 because same
…the fuckboy you’d actually fuck™