Bonito

You're walking around the street alone, dress and hair sticking to your body from the rain, heels nowhere to be found, and mascara running down your puffy cheeks. 

You were supposed to meet up at your boyfriend's place for your anniversary dinner. You spent hours on your look. From the products you put in your hair, to the dress that accentuates your gorgeous figure, all the way down to the heels you bought for this occasion. You guys were planning on going to a well known restaurant downtown—well more like you were planning it. Your boyfriend kind of let you take the reins on the whole thing. You made the reservation months in advance and made sure to tell him everyday to cancel any work plans he had that day. So, it is a shocker to you when you walk up to his place, open the door with the spare key he gave you, and see some bitch bouncing on your boyfriend's dick like she has all the time in the world. 

You stand there in shock, but it seems like they haven't noticed you from the loud moaning and slapping of skin. So, you decide to do what any normal person would do—scream and start smashing his shit. 

You first grab the nearest vase and throw it straight at the wall near their heads grabbing their attention. "The fuck?" screams the chick who's name you don't even care to know. You then take off your heels and chuck each at both of them.

"You asshole! How could you do this to me? After everything we've been through, you fuck it up for some whore?" Your eyes are stinging with tears but you don't dare let them fall. You grab another vase that coincidently contains flowers that you bought him on a whim one day. 

"No baby i'm sorry please, it was an accident! She doesn't mean anything I swear!" He has his arms out trying to calm you down. But you are way past calm right now. Not after you've been calm about everything else during this relationship.

The woman stands up and smacks him, "Oh I don't mean anything? That's funny since you were pumping my pussy full of cum for months!" Then everything inside you freezes.

"Months?" You shakily ask. 

The woman slowly walks up to you with her hands out, "He's been seeing me for around five months. He never mentioned that he was in a relationship. I promise I would have never gotten with him if he was." 

Your blood had run cold, the both of you have been together for about a year. You were going to celebrate that year tonight. A year where you thought you finally met the love of your life, your soulmate, the person you called home. The image shattered completely in the past five minutes. 

Slowly, you put the vase down, your eyes move to look at their faces one final time, you turn on your bare heels, and walk out the door with the little bit of dignity you have left. 

・❥・

Now back to the present, you are aimlessly walking the dark street. Heartbroken and really fucking hungry, you notice a shop's light on. You trudge your way over to the warm lighting and walk in. With the bell announcing your presence, you take in the atmosphere—soft lights, glass display counter with various pastries that look absolutely delectable, small tables surrounding you, and a little cash register. As you are looking around, you don't notice the two tall shadows looming over you until a large hand is on your shoulder. 

"Excuse me miss?" A deep voice rumbled behind you. Startled, you quickly turn around and are met with two tall, handsome men. One with blonde hair, hazel eyes, sharp jawline, and a stern look with a bit of softness in his eyes. The other has dark brown hair, gloomy eyes, and a slightly aquiline nose. Both are beautiful and you start to feel a bit self conscious of your appearance. 

"Oh! Hello, I'm sorry for coming in so late, this place was the only one I saw that still had their lights on." You say as your eyes meet the blonde haired man. 

"It's alright, but we are closed, we were just cleaning up." The blonde man gestures towards the clock, it reading half past nine. 

You politely apologise again and turn to leave but the other man stops you with a hand on your shoulder, "Are you alright? You're soaked and barefoot." He points out. 

You don't know why but the way these two men are looking at you have you tearing up again. They look at each other once, a silent conversation occurring between them and they immediately start moving. One of them moves you to sit on a chair while the other grabs a towel from the kitchen in the back. 

"Are you hungry sweetheart?" The brunette one questions. 

"No, I'm alright thank you." You lie. But, right after you say this, your stomach growls in the silence of the bakery. He softly smiles and rises from his chair. 

"What would you like to eat? We have an assortment of pastries to pick from." He motions his head over to the display case of pastries. 

Your eyes are immediately drawn to the single slice of strawberry shortcake in the case. He notices how your eyes shine bright when you eye the cake. "That's our most popular one, would you like a slice? It's free of charge." He asks you but is already donning gloves to plate it for you. 

Once he sets down the cake with a plastic fork, you immediately start digging in. The taste was phenomenal—from the decadent taste of the strawberries, the sponge of the cake, and the way the whipped cream melts on your tongue, you feel like you've tasted a piece of heaven. Not to mention it was served by a very attractive man. 

While you are eating, the blonde man comes out with a soft towel and drapes it over your shoulder. You then look up from your plate to see them both looking fondly upon you. Placing your fork down on your plate you thank them both for the delicious cake and ask them for their names. 

"Nanami Kento." The blonde responds.

"Higuruma Hiromi." answers the brunette. 

"Thank you, to the both of you." You smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. They scoot a little closer to you, one on either side of you. 

Nanami places a gentle hand on your shoulder, caressing it gently, "What happened darling?" 

"Its a long story but overall, my boyfriend of a year cheated on me the day of our anniversary." You choke out, trying not to cry in front of these attractive bakers. 

"Forgive me for saying this sweetheart but he's a fucking idiot." Higuruma scoffs, absolutely appalled at the fact that someone could hurt someone as beautiful as you. That someone could make tears run down those gorgeous cheeks. 

You laugh at that statement which puts a smile on his face. "I should have seen this coming, I mean you should have seen the girl he was with. She had the body of a model—perfect skin, hair, face. I could never compete." They make eye contact with each other with a frown, then a slow smirk makes way to their faces. 

"How would you like to come over to our place? I really don't recommend that you are by yourself during a time like this." Nanami suggests, Higuruma nodding along. 

You wave your hands in front of you trying to decline their offer, "Oh I really couldn't impose on you both. This is something I have to deal with by myself." 

"We insist, please consider our offer." Higuruma interjects. 

Your mind is all over the place at the moment. You catch your boyfriend cheating on you, then you end up in a bakery with two handsome bakers that want to take you home with them. 

"You know what? Fuck it let's go." 

・❥・

Nanami picks you up as if you weighed nothing and carries you to their car because of your lack of shoes. Once he places you in the back seat, cushioned leather seats providing you a sense of comfort, Higuruma sits in the passenger seat and Nanami starts the car. The car roars to life as you all head to their place. 

Once you arrive, you notice how nice their complex looks. Tall building with sleek glass windows reflecting everything in view. Before you could open the car door, Higuruma already beat you to it—opening the door and immediately picking you up without breaking a sweat so you don't have to touch the ground with your bare feet. 

He carries you with Nanami trailing behind him to the elevator, clicks a floor number and you all stand there as the elevator slowly rises. It is silent until you start giggling, finding this entire ordeal hilarious. The men look at you a bit confused until they chuckle to themselves as well—deep voices rumbling off the walls and Higuruma's chest sending calming vibrations throughout your body. 

The elevator door dings as you all reach their floor. You make it inside the apartment and it's a very cozy atmosphere. Dim lighting all around, small kitchen enough for two people, a living room with some soft throw blankets, and a little coffee table with some magazines. 

Higuruma finally places you down on the hardwood floor and they both watch you walk further in, admiring the slight gleam in your eyes as you take in the place. Nanami speaks up, "Would you like to take a shower?" He offers and your eyes immediately perk up. This whole situation had your mind so scrambled that you didn't even realize that you looked a mess. 

"Yes please." You respond thankful, walking with him to the bathroom. He hands you a towel, toothbrush, and spare pajamas that definitely belong to one of them. You close the door to the bathroom and actually take a good look at yourself in the mirror over the sink. Your face streaked with mascara and eyeliner, eyes puffy, hair damp, and dress slowly drying up. You look like a mess and everything comes back to the forefront of your brain. The way the woman was on top of him, the shock in his face for being caught, the shattered vase, all of it comes back. Your eyes begin watering again and you start to sniffle, then sob, finally allowing yourself to break. 

Removing your clothes, you step in the shower to hopefully wash off this whole night. You scrub your face hard enough to wash off every remnant of your tears, wash the rain water out of your hair, and scrub the rest of your body. 

Stepping out of the shower, you change into the clothes they lended you. Large tshirt over the clean boxers that hug your thighs and ass beautifully. Brushing your teeth— you take a look into the mirror again at your much cleaner state. You walk out of the bathroom and you hear movement coming from another room. Following the sounds of footsteps and rustling, you reach a bedroom. Peeking inside you see both men folding blankets and fluffing pillows. They notice you at the door and with gentle smiles, gesture for you to come in. 

"You can stay here as long as you would like." Nanami said. "We will take the couches."

You don't know why you said the next words that came out of your mouth but something about the way they have looked at you, made a warmth bloom in your chest, so you told them, "If it's not too much trouble, you could both say here with me? The bed is big enough for all three of us." 

They stare at you for a beat before nodding and you all get comfortable on the king size bed. Nanami lying on your left and Higuruma your right, and you—surrounded by the warmth of two men who came to your rescue, you all drift off to sleep. 

・❥・

The sun is shining through the blinds when you wake up alone in bed. The warmth of the two bakers gone. You look around for any sign of them until your eyes stumble across a note on the nightstand:

We left for the bakery, you may help yourself to anything in our home. Stop by around closing to try our new poundcake recipe.

Nanami: xxx-xxx-xxxx 

Higuruma: xxx-xxx-xxxx

Text or call us if you need anything. 

You smile at the note and grab your phone to put both of their numbers in. Not wanting to go to the solitude of your apartment, you decide to lounge around the apartment for the day, preparing small meals for yourself—not really feeling like eating but have to for the sake of your health. 

Once you check the clock, you see that it is almost closing at the bakery. You don't want to show up wearing pajamas so you call for a ride to your house to freshen up. Once you've changed you make your way to the bakery. Walking through the door, you don't see anyone around so you call out to them. There was no answer but you hear the clash of some type of pot or pan and you immediately head towards the back area. 

As you get closer to the kitchen, you hear groans along with small smacking noises. When you finally reach the noise, what you see makes your jaw drop for the second time in 24 hours. There in the kitchen is Nanami and Higuruma deeply making out with one another. Higuruma leaning against a metal table in the center of the kitchen while Nanami is roughly gripping his hips. 

You're standing there for a good two minutes watching them shove their tongues down each other's throats before Higuruma notices your presence. He pulls away from Nanami and that makes him turn to you as well. 

"Hello sweetheart, are you enjoying the show?" Higuruma chuckles.

"I-I didn't mean to stare, I just heard a loud bang and-" 

"It's alright darling," Nanami interrupts, "You can join if you'd like."

"But you told me to come over to try a new poundcake reci-" You cut yourself off, finally connecting the dots.

"Ah~ you finally understood the message," Higuruma says while slowly walking up to you, circling you like a shark—Nanami doing the same. 

On any other day, a situation like this would make you feel scared and disgusted, but right now, you just feel a heat pooling down in your core. A heat that only they could fix. 

"Tell us you don't want this sweetheart, and we'll stop." Nanami whispers in your ear. 

Your face feels like it's on fire from their intense stares. Both of them come closer to you, invading your space and filling your senses with their scent. Higuruma plants a soft kiss on your neck which makes you moan softly. Nanami follows suit with a sweet kiss on the other side of your neck. "Please, don't stop." 

You are then grabbed by the waist and pulled against Higuruma's chest, his hands roaming your plump body. Namami's hands find purchase on your chest, lightly squeezing and grazing your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. Higuruma's hands slide down to your soft hips and he rubs small circles in an almost comforting gesture. 

"May I take this off?" Nanami tugs at the hem of your top. You nod, but that's not enough for him, "Use your words darling." He watches your eyes intensely as you open your mouth to speak, "Yes, please." He smiles and slowly lifts the garment over your head, exposing your torso to the slight chill in the air. He moves a hand to the back of your bra, unclipping it slowly to give you time if you want to back out. Once he removes it, he lightly grazes your pebbling nipples with the pads of his thumbs. 

"Gorgeous," He murmurs seemingly to himself, "So perfect."

He leans down to kiss the valley of your breasts while Higuruma watches. You move your hand to the nape of his neck, breathing heavy at the softness of his lips touching your skin. Higuruma's hands drift lower to take off your skirt and graze his fingertips over your cute panties. 

Your breath hitches when he pulls them to the side and pulls apart your drenched folds with his index and middle finger, exposing your cunt to the air. "Your drenched baby—did watching us make out turn you on that much?" He chuckles in your ear, the rumbling from his chest making your body burn with need. 

He takes his fingers and starts to slowly rub small circles on your clit, drawing soft moans from your throat. Nanami catches your moans in a long kiss, his tongue grazing your bottom lip to grant him access and you open your mouth wider to let him in. The kiss is sloppy, wet, still trying to catch up with his rhythm. You moans grow louder as Higuruma sticks a finger inside your warm hole, groaning at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him tight. He whispers in your ear, "Relax sweetheart, let us take care of you." 

Nanami releases your lips from that bruising kiss, leaving you in a daze. He holds your face in his large hands, thumbs slightly brushing your cheeks, "What would you like us to do sweet girl? This is for you." You look into his eyes that are boring into yours and you whisper, "I need your mouth, here." You gesture towards your pussy that is currently being filled by Higuruma's fingers. 

Letting go of your face, Nanami slowly goes down on his knees, breathing over your spread lips before licking a long stripe up from Higuruma's fingers to your clit. You let out a loud moan that is cut off by Higuruma turning your head to capture your lips in another searing kiss. 

The only noises in the kitchen are the squelching wetness of Nanami's tongue and Higuruma's fingers going in and out of your pussy—both of them going faster once your moans become louder and you start to clench around them. It all reaches a peak once he presses against that soft spot inside of you, making you see stars, "ohmygod—fuuuck" you moan as you release all over his fingers and Nanami's face. 

They let you take a breath by placing you on top of the counter in the center of the room. You watch them get undressed completely, removing their chef jackets, aprons, and trousers until they are in nothing but their shoes. 

"Are you okay sweet girl? Do you think you can handle both of us?" Nanami smirks at your shocked expression, but you get off the table to stand in front of him. You start wiggling your hips, rubbing your ass against Nanami's cock but he stops you. You're confused until you look up and see Higuruma standing in front of you holding a container of what appears to be buttercream and a spatula. 

He opens the container, sticks a finger inside and scoops a little bit of the cream, and smears it on your lips. You stick out your tongue and you pause. It tasted amazing—it wasn't too sweet or dense, the perfect balance of light and fluffy. Nanami turns your head towards him to lick the remaining cream off, moaning into your mouth. 

"Delicious," Nanami moans into your mouth, "I could get used to this."

You giggle as you lean down to plant a feather light kiss to the tip of Higuruma's cock. His breath hitches as you go from a kiss to kitten licks. While you are doing this, he takes the spatula, picking up some cream and smearing a dollop on your back. He places the container and spatula down on the table and grabs some of your hair to move you on his cock. While this is happening, Nanami grabs your ass, drags his cock over your slick and moves it inside your swollen pussy in one push. 

You moan around Higuruma's cock—the vibrations causing him to moan out into the air. With both of them filling you on both ends, they start to move—Higuruma moving forward, pushing you into Nanami, and Namani pushing you back into Higuruma. The feeling is overwhelming but feels amazing. You feel them getting closer together then hear the smacking noises that you heard earlier happening above you. You take your mouth off of Higuruma's cock and turn your head to look up and see both of them making out right over your back.

Higuruma breaks apart from Nanami to look down at you, "Did I say you could stop?" He growls as he grabs your hair and moves you back to his cock. Both men bend down to lick at the cream on your back —tongues lapping up the sticky substance before going back to roughly kissing each other. 

It is a mess of skin slapping together and moans coming from all around. You all find a comfortable rhythm. Their hands explore your whole body—groping your plump breasts, squeezing your hips, and Nanami's hand travels down to your clit. He rubs languid circles while fucking into you, pushing Higuruma's cock deeper into your mouth. 

"I bet your boyfriend couldn't ever fuck you like this. He couldn't make a gorgeous woman like yourself feel this good." Nanami's voice rumbles behind you. 

"mhmmm~" You moan around Higuruma's cock, trying to respond. 

"I think her mouth is full Kento." Higuruma laughs, pushing the rest of his cock into your warm mouth. Tears are welling up in your eyes as his happy trail tickles your nose. Your starting to feel a pressure building up in your lower stomach as you near your second orgasm of the night. You notice they are close too because of the quickening pace of their cocks. 

"Where do you want our cum baby?" One of them say but you are so fucked out you can't make out who.

You pull off Higuruma's cock to respond, "I-I want it inside-haah-please I need it." 

He grabs your face and caresses your jaw before using his other hand to grab a handful of your hair and shove your mouth back on him. You feel Nanami's hips stutter before he stills and fills up your pussy with continuous ropes of cum. 

Higuruma's iron grip in your hair tightens as he fills your throat with his cum, making you swallow every drop. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you spill all over Nanami's cock. Your legs shake almost collapsing before Nanami wraps his arms around you to hold you up. 

He carries you to sit on the table, the cold metal a distinct contrast on your warm and swollen ass from the intensity of Nanami's pelvis smacking against you. Higuruma comes to give you a glass of water and you nod your head thankful. 

"Drink up pretty, because we aren't done with you yet." Your eyes refocus on Higuruma's hungry gaze, "You still haven't come on my cock."

After tonight, your life was changed, forever.

a/n: Here it is guysss, I really hope you enjoyed reading it! This is from a poll that I posted a while back so I tagged everyone who commented under that post and the teaser I posted. So, if you wanna be tagged in any future works, let me know! Plz remember to take care of yourselves however that may look like, take breaks when you need to, and remember that i'm rooting for you regardless of your situation. Love you all so much <3

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he reaches for you, hand settling on your arm, and gently—gently, which is new—turns you toward him even though you’re technically facing his way by laying on your back. he’s acting like he just wants you closer.

so you end up inches apart. but your face is still blank.

his isn’t. he’s really watching you now.

“you look comfy,” he tries again.

you don’t answer. because if you do, it might come out wrong.

and because you don’t his arms are suddenly around you, pulling you in, close. you’re chest is to chest, face brushing his, forehead almost knocking into his as he tucks you in against him instinctively.

the hug is tight.

your body tenses immediately.

this is the part you always hate. being too close to someone. it’s too him. too vulnerable. you should push him away like you always do.

your hands lift between you, ready to press against his chest…but then something possesses you to stop midway. the truth sits heavy in your chest, impossible to ignore today even though it’s there all the time.

you don’t want him to move. you don’t want space. and you really don’t want to be alone in your own head right now.

your hands hover until they slowly settle instead—resting against him, fingers barely gripping his shirt.

he goes still.

“…you’re letting me?” he mumbles, quieter like he’s not sure if he should continue crushing you like this.

you don’t answer.

your face presses into him instead, surprising both him and yourself.

his arms tighten around you in response, but not the usual way. he’s not playful or teasing like usual. instead he’s steady. holding you because he means it. like he understands what’s with you. like he understands you.

his hand moves up your back—slow and careful in case you maybe change your mind. but you don’t. if anything, you lean in closer.

your fingers curl more firmly into his shirt, your other arm sliding around him in a way that feels unfamiliar. it’s awkward at first because you don’t quite know how to do this.

after all, you’re not like him at all. you never reach out first. you’re not clingy. and you definitely don’t need this.

except you do right now.

when your hold tightens and you actually hug him back properly—he freezes. just for a sec. and then he’s pulling you in closer like he’s been waiting for that without realizing it. your bodies press together, no space left, his chin dipping near your shoulder, your face tucked into the warmth of him, and suddenly it’s not one sided like it usually is.

you’re both holding on. tight. neither of you wants to let go first.

your annoying friend doesn’t say anything. for once he’s not joking or teasing.

thank god he doesn’t do that.

satoru just stays there, arms firm around you, afraid this is temporary. he’s worried you might go back to pushing him away tomorrow. and maybe he’s right. he probably is.

“hey,” he murmurs eventually, close to your ear. “is something wrong?”

you shiver slightly at how close and warm he is—and your grip tightens around him without thinking. you hesitate for another second but decide to tell him half the truth this time.

“i’ve just been stressed.”

it feels small, saying it like that.

he doesn’t question it. he just pulls you closer if that’s even possible. his hand starts moving slowly along your back like he’s trying to ease something he can’t see.

“it’s okay,” he says softly. “i’ve got you now. there’s nothing to worry about.”

and you stay like that—wrapped up together, holding each other too tight for just friends—neither of you saying what’s actually there even if you both feel it.

i really want a hug from satoru 😓

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with the work day being over, you showered and decided to walk around the hotel for a bit, maybe grab a bite to eat. you also brought your textbooks and laptop so you could use the time to study for the baby bar you have coming up.

you sat at a table, eating as you focus on your studies. no more than half an hour passes when a figure approaches your table.

“mind if i sit?”

your eyes lift at the deep voice, widening for a short second as you realize it to be higuruma’s. he stands there in a plain black t-shirt and same colored plaid pajama pants with a plate of food in his hand.

it was different to see him in a more cosy state rather than being suited up. when you focus on the fact he’s still there, tilting his head as he waits on your response you sit up and nod a bit frantically.

“yes—yes, of course. please sit.” you gesture to the seat ahead of you which he takes.

it’s silent for a moment as you’re more frigid now, eyes glued to your book without reading a damn thing. higuruma pops a fry into his mouth, looking around the semi-packed dining area before returning his attention to you. “you’re still in school?”

you nod, “in my first year.”

he raises a subtle brow at that which you don’t even notice considering you’ve found it difficult to always make eye contact with him.

“first year?” he hums, chewing down on another fry. “you’re young.”

“i guess…” you laugh shyly. “it’s not like you’re old.”

he smiles at that, leaning in with his elbows on the table as he continues to take singular bites of his food. “you don’t think so? how old do you think i am?”

you shrug, finally lifting your eyes to scan the features of his face.

he was obviously older than you but you only deduced that from the way he talks and conducts himself yet he didn’t share any facial features that gave away his age.

“thirty?” you squint, not wanting to guess too high and he gets offended.

he chuckles, shaking his head. “no, but i’m honored you thought that low. i’m thirty six.”

“still young.” you smile, dropping your eyes back down.

“so what’re you learning?” he sighs, leaning back again, spreading his long legs to be more comfortable and points at your books.

“nothing really.” you mumble. “just studying for the baby bar.”

“wow…” he nods partially in shock, suddenly thinking of the age gap between you. it’s been so long since his days of staying up all day and all night long when preparing for that exam. “you think you’ve got it? i could help you out.”

you definitely don’t got it. there were still at least another two months before you’d have to take the exam. all the current information you were learning was still processing and quite honestly you had a habit of doubting your skills and weren’t sure if you’d be able to get the score you’re aiming to achieve.

you shake your head at higuruma’s offer. “no, it’s okay. you already have so much going on. i rather not add to that.”

“i’m offering.” he smiles warmly, wanting to assure that it wasn’t a big deal as he crosses his arms lazily across his chest.

it’s only for second that you ogle the surprising size of his bicep when it’s contracted. you shake your head again. “i’ll be fine. thank you though. i appreciate it.”

higuruma hums not pushing any further on the subject. “do you drink?” he asks after swallowing down a bite of his burger.

“sometimes.” you shrug, clicking through your documents of notes that you were hardly paying attention to with higuruma making small conversation.

“would you like to drink now?”

the second time you look at him you see the teasing look in his own as if he’s urging you to loosen up for the night. he’s clearly in the mood to get to know you. perhaps one night of a few drinks wouldn’t be so bad.

“i suppose…” you sport a bashful smile, clicking out of your tabs and shutting down your laptop. you set it aside with your textbooks as higuruma orders your first round of drinks.

it starts off timid as if he’s testing the waters with some cocktails then began to try a little of everything. tropical drinks, shots, beer, and wine. of course you limited yourself to one of each— aside from the shots due to the fact you had a busy day tomorrow but it was surely enough to get you a bit passed tipsy.

higuruma proved to be holding his liquor better than you, smiling fondly as you babble on about the targaryen family line. at first he was curious about a video you were laughing at from tiktok and had to explain it was from game of thrones. you then learned he never watched the show and thought he’d find major interest in it.

you would yap about the politics, power, family, loyalty, and corruption. though once you got to the targaryens, higuruma had to pause at the mention of inbreeding.

“so what’s the difference between velaryons’s and targaryen’s?”

“velaryon and targaryen are house names.” you giggle, toying with your straw. “family lines. being valyrian is like, their racial background.”

“interesting…” he nods, sipping on his rum & coke. “and what’s the relationship between uh… daenerys? and jon?”

“i really shouldn’t be telling you this.” you laugh. “don’t you want to watch it now?”

“…i guess you’re right.” he grins, followed by a sigh as he stretches his arms over his head. “should we watch it tonight?”

you check the time on your phone, it was late. nearing midnight. it was tempting to indulge in a late night watch of one of your favorite shows but you’d probably regret it by the morning.

you bite down on your bottom lip, hiding the smile that wants to show. “it’s late…” you sigh out. “we probably shouldn’t.”

“then let’s start now.” he urges, opening his wallet and dropping a few dollars to cover the tab and allow the server to end their night with a more than generous tip. “c’mon.” he gestures his head, holding his hand out to you.

even with being a little drunk, you still felt shy coming in such close contact with higuruma. as you lifted your hand to connect with his, he guided you through the hotel and it grew quieter upon reaching the elevators.

he’s still holding your hand, waiting for them to open. you attempt to ignore the way his thumb gently brushes against your skin rhythmically and how this must look to bystanders. the thought is cut short when the doors finally split open and higuruma lets go of your hand to palm your lower back.

higuruma follows you in, pressing the floor number. you stand side by side, him humming a soft tune whilst you stare down at your feet to avoid meeting his stare that you could feel burning into you.

it was like a breath of fresh air upon reaching your floor and seeing the doors open. higuruma places his hand to your back again, guiding you down the quiet hall before reaching your room.

he presses the keycard to the sensor, following you in. you take slow steps inside, dropping your laptop and textbook onto your bed.

“what’s it on?” he huffs, turning on the tv.

you make yourself comfortable under the sheets, sighing in relief from the cold. “hbo.”

he surfs for a few seconds before shaking his head. “i don’t think this tv has that.”

“oh…” you frown then look at your laptop. “i mean, we could watch it on my laptop?”

he turns, thinking on what that means.

you both knew that meant laying down on the same bed, next to each other. he rubs his chin in thought. “only if you’re okay with it.”

your body grows hot but you nod slowly, scooting over to make space for him. he eyes the empty space for a few seconds, making hesitant steps forward. “are you sure? we could always watch it another time.”

“…it’s okay.” you spoke softly. “i want to watch it with you.”

he smiles at that, proceeding to lift up the covers and tuck himself under the covers beside you. the immediate warmth of his skin brushes yours and the two of you look at each other the moment he’s settled.

his eye contact is so intense and… unsettling almost that it has chills run down your spine. you want to look away but higuruma speaks up before you can.

“you’re really shy for a future lawyer.”

your brows furrow at his statement. “m’not.”

“you are.” he chuckles, eyes low as he can feel the crash from all the drinks overtake him.

“i think it’s just you.” you boldly argue.

he raises a brow. “yeah? what about me makes you so shy?”

you open your mouth but nothing can follow through especially with him so close you can feel your stomach churn when you catch yourself looking at his lips. “just… shut up.” you huff, grabbing for your laptop.

higuruma laughs, watching you log into hbo, searching for game of thrones. he steps out of the bed momentarily to turn off the lights before you can press start.

you settle the laptop atop both your legs, sighing as you press play on the first episode.

within the first thirty minutes, you fall asleep, your head rested against higuruma’s shoulder. he stayed up through three episodes, thoroughly enjoying the cause of events but forced himself to go to sleep or else he’d be having a rough day.

by the time the morning comes and your alarm goes off, you groan softly, eyes struggling to flutter open. you aimlessly search for your phone, shutting off the annoying sound before laying back down but then you feel a touch of skin.

you fully open your eyes, face twisting in fear at the sight of higuruma in your bed sound asleep. you weren’t that drunk where you didn’t remember wanting to watch game of thrones together but you weren’t sure why he stayed on your bed through the rest of the night.

you poked him, the action immediately waking him up. he breathes heavily, eyes fluttering open. he turns his head to face you. “good morning.”

“…morning.” you mumble, all the slight confidence you gained last night completely gone. though you did feel a certain comfortability now around him.

“sleep okay?” he husks out, lifting himself from the bed.

you nod, nervously twisting the sheets.

he checks the time. it was still early and you wouldn’t be meeting with your client until the afternoon. “do you want breakfast?”

“sure.”

“anything in particular?” he grabs his keys from the nightstand, swinging them around his pointer finger.

“your choice.” you shrug.

he hums. “go shower. get dressed. i’ll be back.”

you do as he says, showering, getting dressed, then eat breakfast with him once he gets back.

the day follows on as planned, you meet with the client, discuss the case, write down details, aim to search for more evidence and layout options.

for the next few weeks, you spent long hours traveling with higuruma to collect more evidence in support of your case. for a time you were able to juggle all the work but the stress of your bar exam coming up was starting to take a toll.

you wanted more time to study but you also had to sacrifice a lot of time to help higuruma. so you start to force yourself to stay up most nights, hardly getting any sleep, caffeine intake drastically rising.

it not only began to present itself through your physical presence but with the way you interacted with higuruma. at first he could understand having been in your position of working between school, studying, and work but as the weeks passed he noticed your decline was starting to affect your work performance.

he’d allow for a few things to slide but not at the risk of a client's future behind bars. so when he asks you a question and you remain too zoned out to answer, he’ll sigh.

“y/n.”

“hm?” you’ll hum, pen twisting between your teeth, completely focused on the textbook laid out.

“look at me.” he commands, tone still gentle as he waits for your eyes to meet his. higuruma was completely aware of your inability to do so but he couldn’t care at the moment. so when you only lift them for a second as if to show you were listening then drop them back to your computer screen he shakes his head with a sigh.

you don’t even notice him stand then come around to palm your chair until he shuts your laptop closed and snatches the pen from your hand. he ignores your surprised reaction. “is this becoming too much for you?”

you frown, opening your mouth to say something but you can’t follow through. instead you shake your head.

he spins you in your seat, forcing you to face him. “can you look at me when i’m speaking to you, please?”

“higuruma, i’m sorry—” you start with a small pout, not listening to what he asked.

“you don’t need to apologize. just look at me.”

it’s silent for a few seconds and you finally flicker your eyes up to look at him. a hand rests on the chair, the other on your desk completely caging you in. you can smell the strong but warm scent of his cologne that radiates off his skin and clothes.

“is this too much for you?” he asks again. “i can give you a break.”

“n-no.” you deny his inquisition. “the work is fine. it’s just… the studying. i’ve got my exam coming up really soon, i’m sorry.”

“it’s fine.” he assures, “look, on the weekends and on our breaks, i’ll help you study. it’s not nice seeing you like this, okay?”

you nod and he stands at his full height, comfortably squeezing your shoulder then patting your head. “take a nap. you look like you need it.”

there was about one more month left until you’d have to take the exam and higuruma keeps through on his promise and dedicates any moment of extra time he has to help you study.

his methods actually allowed you to gain more sleep, balance work more appropriately, and retain the information easier. you genuinely felt like you were learning. you even complimented higuruma on his skills of teaching, claiming that he’d make a great professor.

this continues throughout the month until it was time for the actual day. he helped you study in the morning for a bit, not too much as he didn’t want to override your brain. he got you breakfast and decided to drop you off at the testing site.

“i’ll be right here, okay?”

you nod, looking at him with a solemn smile. you hesitate at first but overwhelmed by your emotions you reach over the console to give him a hug. “thank you…”

he lets out a breath that sounds close to a laugh, hands coming around to circle your body. his palm rubs up and down your back in a comforting motion. “you’ve got this.” he whispers. “good luck.”

you head into the building, gone for a total of three and a half hours. he fell asleep in the car for about an hour until he hears three rampant knocks to the passenger window.

he sees your figure standing there with other individuals following out the building. immediately, he unlocks the door, watching you hop into the car without a word.

“how do you think you did?” he sighs, turning the ignition of the car.

you can only shrug, anxiety riddled through your body. passing was the only option for you. you opted out in taking it the first month the exam is taken so you’d have more time to study. this was your last chance or else you wouldn’t be able to advance in your studies.

higuruma takes in your worrisome expression, reaching his hand out to gently squeeze your shoulder. “should we go out for some drinks?”

you let out a small laugh, looking at him and nodding.

the two of you settle for some small bar, doing the same as before. indulging in every kind of drink but still keeping limitations. eventually, higuruma suggested to watching game of thrones and you in your slightly drunk state of mind couldn’t deny.

you end up at his home because you were too scared of what your roommate might say if you brought higuruma home. you step into the threshold, eyes wide as you stare around in awe.

“why is it so empty?” you giggle, noticing the lack of… anything.

it was as if he simply bought the house and disregarded buying any furniture, dishes, and utensils. does he even live here? was your initial thought as you scavenged through his pantry, cabinets, and refrigerator only to find nothing that could saturate your hunger.

“i spend most of my time at the office.” he huffs, tugging off his suit jacket and tossing it on his sofa. “i mainly come back here to shower and change clothes.”

you hum, clutching your purse as you continue to look around, dragging your fingers along surfaces.

that’s sort of become your lifestyle too now. you’ve no doubt seen higuruma more than your own roommate— which supported why you definitely couldn’t bring him over without warning.

he steps towards you, pointing to your purse and jacket. “would you like to shower?”

“that’d be nice…” you nod, handing him your belongings to toss with his jacket.

he grabs an extra towel he luckily had and his pajamas for you to wear since you didn’t have any clothes of your own. “i plan to order some food, do you want anything in particular?”

“dealer’s choice.” you smile at him. he nods, leaving you to shower as he picks on what to eat. you shower for about half an hour as you spent half of that time snooping around his restroom for any indication of a woman being here.

it was surely none of your business but you couldn’t help but find yourself intrigued by higuruma. naturally, amongst the things you wondered about was if he shared a life with someone. though it should’ve been obvious with the way he never spends his time at home and the simple fact of you being here.

you dried yourself off, putting on his clothes and unsure of where to put the used towel, you walk into his bedroom searching for a hamper. though you find yourself eager to just look around. there wasn’t much to find except for the basics.

you open his closet and find a wide range of suits all in black and white along with his pajamas that were the same color. he also had a distinct collection of watches and cologne.

you end up spraying the different fragrances into the air, adoring the mixture of them being woody, earthy, and citrusy. you take one, spraying it onto yourself.

“having fun?”

you turn fast on your feet, startled by his voice. he sports a teasing smile and you can’t help but feel your body grow hot in embarrassment. “um… sorry…” you laugh nervously, placing the cap back on to the cologne and settling it back in its original spot.

he shakes his head, fond of how you looked, “it’s alright. i ordered chinese.” he then hands you the remote to the tv and his phone for you to track the food. “log in to hbo. i’ll go take a quick shower.”

you nod, heading back out and taking a seat on his sofa. you log into hbo and as you waited, you ended up using his phone to scroll through tiktok. you definitely could’ve used your own but it felt more fun to use his considering the fact he didn’t even have the app in the first place.

the food arrived and within ten minutes after higuruma was done with his shower, fully dressed. he was wearing the same thing as you with the exception of his clothes looking larger on your frame.

he takes a seat beside you, spreading out the arrangement of food he bought on the mini table he had. you press play on the show and hour after hour you felt happier, completely forgetting that you even had an exam today. forgetting that you spent months worrying about this very day all thanks to higuruma.

you always grew a certain amount of courage after drinking so it went without a thought for you to sigh after feeling full then lean sideways to rest your head on his shoulder.

“thank you for today.” you mumble, eyes glued to the screen.

higuruma’s sprawled back, legs spread until you lean against him.

he doesn’t want to think too hard about the current proximity, simply enjoying the moment as he throws an arm around you so you’d feel more comfortable snuggling up to him.

“you deserved it.” he squeezes you gently and you don’t say anything in response, just cozying up to him some more.

from that day, you and higuruma grew closer than ever and you began to notice that you often thought about him, smiled at him more, opened up, and gained the courage to look at him longer.

with every compliment, touch, and night that you spent at his house watching game of thrones whilst eating food, there was no denying that you shared particular feelings for him.

and as the weeks past, you began to wonder what you should do with these feelings until the time came where the scores for the bar exam were out. the two of you were sat in the office per usual, and you received an email notification describing that the scores for the exam were out and where to check them.

you swallowed thickly, logging in to your admissions portal.

“did you ever get a copy of the prosecution's discovery?” higuruma asks, mindlessly flipping through a file.

his question is followed by silence and he’ll lift his head. “y/n?”

upon the continuous silence, higuruma rolls on his chair, peeking his head over to your cubicle to see you hiding your face and your shoulders shaking. concerned at the sight, he stands, and approaches you to palm your shoulder and that’s when he begins to understand that you’re crying when a fragile sob falls past your lips.

his heart burns at the broken sound. “what’s wrong?” his eyes lift to your monitor and see the familiar page of the exam results. he scrolls through the letter to see you’ve passed.

a laugh of relief spills from his throat, glad that your reaction isn’t due to any devastating news. his hand circles around your wrist and tugs at it. “come here.”

you slowly stand, allowing your emotions to flow upon feeling his arms encircle you tightly. you’ll cry into his chest, managing to thank him through your tears. he’ll shush you, rubbing at your back and cradling the back of your head.

“you did such a good job.” he murmurs into your hair.

he continues to mumble praises into your hair and ear, holding and consoling you until your crying has calmed down. once he hears you letting out small breaths to control your breathing, he pulls back, wiping at your tear stained cheeks. “i’m so proud of you.”

your body grows hot at the compliment paired with his stare as he gently cups your cheek, thumb swiping across the skin.

you let out a shaky breath, not sure if it was from your crying or that feeling pooling between your legs. your eyes drop down to his lips then back up to his eyes. higuruma does the same and you can’t help but curl your fingers around his dress shirt.

both of your breathing picks up and neither of you are sure of what to do in this moment. you can feel his free hand drop from your back then down to your waist as you each exchange flickering looks between your lips and eyes.

“higuruma…” you breathe out and he shakes his head, closing his eyes then pressing his forehead to yours.

“hiromi.” he corrects, switching his hand that cups your cheeks to palm the back of your neck. “my name… say it. that’s all i need.”

you fight the whine that bubbles in your throat, gripping tightly onto him as you open your mouth. “hiromi…”

he gives in at the immediate desperation his name holds, roughly pressing you against him so your lips could meet.

the two of you have your hands moving everywhere along your bodies and a gasp rushes from your lungs as he frantically lifts you onto the desk.

items clatter everywhere as he knocks them away whilst dipping his tongue into your mouth. it’s frantic and eager the way your mouths clash together. soft groans and moans spilling into the air as papers crumble beneath your figure.

you kick off your heels as hiromi hikes your skirt around your hips, pressing your back against the surface and knocking your legs open with his knees, revealing the lace panties hidden underneath them.

he presses himself against you with a rough groan, one hand hoisting your leg at his waist, whilst the other taps your cheek then grips your face to press into them. “open.”

your jaw widens, and hiromi hums before spitting in your mouth then leaning in to connect your lips again.

he’s hard and big.

it’s all you can think of as your tongues mesh together in perfect harmony.

weeks of built up feelings that you both tried so hard to fight all falling at the seams. you reach up to tug at his black roots as he unconsciously ruts himself against your clothed core.

you take advantage when he finally pulls away, a string of saliva following with him. his lips are swollen and covered in spit as he leans down to kiss along your jaw, then suck at the skin of your neck. you pant feverishly against his ear, gripping tighter onto him each time his bulge connects with your clit just right.

deep shaky breaths fly through his nose as rolls his hips, eyes squeezing tightly from the tightness building in his pants. it felt so fucking good to hear those soft whimpers and moans escape your lips. “feels so good.” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. you two practically rubbing against each other like bunnies in heat without even starting the main course.

you whimper feeling yourself clench around nothing. your hands grasp for higuruma and he hums, kissing just below your ear. “gonna cum?”

you nod, mouth slacked open as he breathes harshly against your neck. “that’s okay, sweetheart.” he huffs, using his free hand to travel down between your bodies. fuck, he thinks the moment his fingers feel how drenched your panties are. your eyes blow wide as he pinches your clothed clit then rubs in tight circles. “you can cum, it’s okay.”

“oh my god.” you tremble and writhe against his lengthy figure, clawing at his back and arms as you feel lost on what to hold on with your orgasm building every second.

he stops the movement of his hips, grasping your neck so you’d be staring straight at him as he picks up the pace of his fingers. “come on.” he licks his lips, maintaining the eye contact he forces you to hold. “i wanna see you. you’re almost there.”

“hiromi—” you choke on the air, threatening to close your eyes but he shakes your head, warning you to keep them open as your body trembles from the euphoria that overcomes you.

“good job.” he wipes at your forehead and cheeks, standing to his full height. you use his tie to lift yourself up, meeting your lips again and immediately sloshing your tongue with his. while he fumbles to unbutton your shirt you do the same then aggressively toss off his tie. his large hands grope at your breast before unclipping your bra to flick and twist at your nipple. you moan into his mouth, fingertips caressing the light muscles of his abs.

he finds it quite amusing how you flinch with each twist and tug but nonetheless you let him continue his worship of your body. he leaves your skirt cinched around your waist, squeezing your hips then slowly tugs your panties down your legs.

you can’t imagine what he plans to do next until he drops both his hands behind your thighs, pressing them down as far as he can before bending down to dip his head between your legs.

his tongue flattens against your leaking hole, sucking up all slick your pussy produced. you reach straight for his hair, choking on a moan. “w-wait, i can’t.” you tell him, quivering at the sudden sensation. it certainly didn’t help with how big his nose is, he had the advantage to nudge it against your clit each lick and suck.

“i just want to taste you.” his voice vibrates against you, eliciting a strangled moan out of you. “is that okay, love?” he pulls back momentarily, mouth and nose coated in your juices as he presses a kiss to either side of your thighs.

what gets you is the fact he genuinely waits on your response. you nod feebly and he presses a kiss to your clit. “thank you.” is all he says before continuing his actions. your eyes immediately squeeze shut and you’re not sure if you’re trying to push his head or pull him closer. regardless, your back arches off the desk, pulling at his hair as he holds you down to prevent any more of your squirming.

a sound of absolute satisfaction rumbles in his chest and higuruma loses himself in your taste. he’s quite filthy really. you would’ve never expected him to be the type of man that relentlessly switches between licking, spitting, and sucking the way he does. a small pool of liquid has likely formed under you by now.

“r-romi, m’ gonna cum.” he hears, feeling the way you buck up against his mouth and quite literally has to force himself off you at the announcement. he seethes in a breath, huffing and puffing, licking around his mouth.

higuruma stands straight again, unbuckling his belt, letting out a soft breath as he no longer feels constricted. your eyes fall when he drops his pants and briefs. shit. i mean, you figured he was big but not that fucking big.

you yelp as he pulls you to the edge of the table, slapping his thick cock against your drooling hole that pulses around nothing.

“can i?” he collects your mess between his fingers, spreading your folds and gliding his shaft between them.

you nod but higuruma shakes his head then grips your neck to pull you up. “tell me, sweetheart. can i?”

“p-please.” you look up at him, all doe eyed and desperate. his hand squeezes your neck and keeps you looking at him as he uses his other hand to pull you closer, prodding in just the tip then slowly pushes himself into your warm, gushing cunt. your mouth slacks open at the stretch, gasping for air as higuruma squeezes tighter from the way you sporadically clench around his length.

he’s only halfway in and it’s taking all his energy to not cum. your pussy is torturously sucking him in, so much so a quivering grunt echoes from his chest. he pats your thigh in response. “ease up, it’s just me, darling.” he tells you, and you want to laugh at how serious he’s being. ease up? not fucking possible when at least eight inches length and formidable girth was pushing itself into you.

once he’s finally filled to the hilt. your legs cross around his hips, grasping his wrist, preventing him from squeezing too tight on your throat. “you’re always such a good girl… so smart and beautiful.” he praises, leaning in to peck your lips then follows with butterflies kisses along your jaw and neck then comes back up to meet your lips again. your mouths twist slower, fiery and brimmed with passion to distract you from the roll of his hips.

“so warm.” he moans against your lips, biting down and sucking on your bottom one. he finally lets go of your neck, pushing you on your back again then clasping both thighs as leverage to pummel himself deep into your pussy. he groans along to your whimpers and moans, dark eyes focused on the imprint that shows itself on your stomach with every thrust.

his light abs glisten with sweat, his brows furrowed as he zones into the way he disappears in and out of your pussy that sucks him in and coats his base white.

papers crumble beneath your fist as your moans are pulled closer together, the indication that your orgasm was fast approaching. the effect likely to be huge since you already had your first and was denied your second. hiromi grunts, fixing you into a mean semi-mating press, legs over his shoulders as his balls mercilessly slap against your skin to echo around the office space.

“gonna cum.” you quiver but higuruma smacks your clit as if that’s supposed to help.

“hold it.”

“i-i can’t.” you look at him, pouting.

his eyes snap up to meet yours and he smacks you again. “hold it.”

he somehow moves faster and harder, harshly breathing with sweat beading down his temple. after a minute, you’re completely spent, eyes watering as you shake your head. “romi, please. i can’t hold it.”

“shhh.” he huffs, pressing his palm over your mouth, viciously chasing the high of his orgasm. he rolls his eyes shut, sticking two fingers into your mouth. “go. hurry up and cum.”

it’s only a few seconds after his command that your waves come crashing down, body yearning to close upon itself due to the overstimulation but higuruma keeps you spread open, still thrusting for what feels like over a minute.

he pulls out, a hand immediately coming to pump at his length, the other angling your body just right so when he forces your mouth open, hot spurts of his cum land on your breasts, chin, and tongue.

hiromi takes a breath that sounds like he’s inhaling fresh air, squeezing at his tip to extract every ounce of his fill. he takes a good and long look at your weak body, collecting his remains that landed on you to push back into your mouth.

“so beautiful…” he cups your cheek, holding you upright since you clearly can’t. “you alright? did i hurt you?”

“no… i’m okay.” you mumble, staring up at him as if he held up the moon and stars. “was i?… okay?”

“absolutely, love.” his brows furrow, gently caressing your skin as he looks at you. “more than okay. perfect.”

you smile shyly at that and he has a similar question on his mind as he helps in cleaning you up. “are we okay?”

“am i okay for you?”

hiromi has begun to understand your naturally shy and timid nature but it also crossed his mind that your sense of overthinking would come into play with your age gap.

it wasn’t drastic of course but he would never want to put you in a position that made you seemingly uncomfortable.

you nod with a small smile, gripping his bicep and pulling him in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “more than okay… perfect.”

but right now you weren't having fun at all.

nanami slowly leaned in. his hot breath hit your ear, making you shiver. "you look spooked, sweetheart. you okay?" he said, and he sounded dangerously protective. "y-yeah, i'm fine," you gulped, trying not to look at him. "it's just super hot in here."

you noticed nanami lookedup at higuruma. for a while they just stared at each other in silence, and then this slow, knowing grin spread across both their faces. that look made your knees go weak. higuruma took his time taking off his jacket. he did it slow, eyes locked on yours, and tossed the expensive thing right on the dirty floor.

"what a shame," he said, rolling up his sleeves and showing off those strong forearms. "maybe we should talk about your behavior."

before you could get a single word out, nanami's heavy hands landed on your waist. he pulled you back, pressing you into his hard chest. "you've been waiting for this the whole time, haven't you?" he whispered into your hair. "teasing us so much."

"i... i have no idea what you're talking about," your voice shook, and your heart was thumping so loud they both definitely heard it. hiromi stepped even closer. his hands hit your thighs, bunching up your skirt. "oh, trust me, you know exactly what we're talking about."

they literally crushed you between them, and you felt the burning heat of their bodies. nanami grabbed your chin and pulled it up, forcing you to look at him. "i think it's time to teach you a lesson."

he didn't let you scream — his mouth covered yours in a demanding kiss. he kissed you deep, filling you up with himself, while hiromi went for your neck at the same time, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your skin. your head started spinning and reality started to blur.

nanami pulled back from your lips for a second and then with one sharp, confident move he grabbed you by the waist. before you could even gasp, you were up in the air. he held you there, making your legs spread wide and hooking your knees over his arms. now you were basically hanging on him — your back pressed against his chest, and you were completely open in front of both of them.

your short skirt rode up to your waist, leaving you in just thin panties. nanami went back to your ear, nibbling on your lobe and cheek before sliding down to your neck. meanwhile, higuruma slowly unbuttoned your blouse, button by button, and as the fabric parted, he started biting your chest, making you arch in kento’s arms.

"wait— mmnh! hiromi..." you gasped, "there're cameras in the elevator... maybe we should go..."

"don't worry 'bout that, darling," nanami laughed low and soft, pressing his lips to your shoulder. "don't you worry your pretty little head."

hiromi finally threw your shirt open and slowly moved down with kisses toward your stomach. "just enjoy what we're gonna do now, okay?"

he got down on his knees, and you felt his hot breath scorch your delicate skin. he didn't rush. first, his lips barely brushed the inside of your thighs, leaving light, almost weightless kisses that sent an electric charge through your body. you felt nanami tighten his grip on your knees from behind, locking you in the air; you literally couldn't move.

"look how wet she is. perfect," hiromi rasped, looking at how the slick glistened on your already damp pussy. "you wanted this, didn't you? for us to see how much this little pussy leaks when it's needy?"

"n-nngh!... hiromi…" your moan drowned in the quiet hum of the elevator as he lifted two fingers and unceremoniously stretched your folds apart to fully expose you. at first, he just teased you with the tip of his tongue, short and wet strokes. you felt him lick away the drops, smacking his lips, savoring your taste.

"mmngh! haah! please…" you jerked in nanami’s arms, but he just held you tighter against his chest. "hold on, sweetie, we're just gettin' started," he whispered in your ear, and at that moment, he started to slowly rotate your hips in circular motions.

those circles made you literally rub against hiromi’s face. you felt the stubble on his chin, his nose pressing into your already swollen clit, and his tongue going right into your soaking pussy. wet, obscene sounds echoed in the cramped elevator.

"haah! more… nngh!" you weren't in control of your sounds anymore, gasping with pleasure. "oh yeah," hiromi growled, not pulling away for a second, "you're so sweet. i'm gonna lick you dry 'til you start beggin' us to stop."

his pace picked up. he went rougher now. hiromi didn't tease anymore. he took your clit between his lips and started sucking on it hungrily like he’d fuckin' die if he didn't.

"a-ah! hiromi! nngh-aa!" you screamed, throwing your head back on nanami’s shoulder while he kissed your cheek, holding you in place, and your cry echoed through the tight cabin.

hiromi’s tongue went deep between your stretched folds, licking everything inside, while the two fingers he’d managed to shove in kept roughly stretching you, opening every millimeter of your tender flesh for his mouth. loud, squelching sounds of your pussy and the wet sounds of his mouth filled the elevator.

"mmm, look what you're doin' to us," nanami kept rotating your pelvis, forcing you to grind even harder onto hiromi’s tongue. "you wanted this, didn't you? walkin' 'round in front of us in those skirts that show off your ass?"

"haah! mmngh… ahh! more… more!" you didn't even know what you were saying anymore. the man behind you didn't give you a second's break — his palm covered your mouth, muffling your next moan. "hiromi, please… mmmngh-ah!" you broke free from nanami’s hand, and your moans got louder. "yes! right there! ahh-h!"

nanami pulled his hand away from your face only to sink into your lips, catching your next whimper. "stick out your tongue, baby," he whispered, and you obeyed before you could even think. "come on."

as soon as you parted your mouth and the tip of your tongue peeked out, nanami let out a low growl and bit into your lips. he captured your tongue with his lips and started sucking on it, slow and greedy. "mmmmmfff!.. kento!... " you moaned right into his mouth, feeling your whole body tighten like a string.

nanami sucked your tongue rhythmically, like he owned it, making you gasp for air. meanwhile, higuruma, feeling your reaction, stretched your folds even wider and sucked on your clit with twice the force. "mmmngh... most perfect sweet pussy. gonna eat this little swollen clit up."

your sounds turned totally incoherent, becoming a solid stream of moans and ragged breaths mixed with whimpers. nanami pulled away from your tongue for a second, his whisper brushing right against your lips. "good girl. hear how loud you're bein' for us?"

your body was stretched to the limit, like a wire about to snap. nanami kept dominantly sucking your tongue, cutting off your oxygen and making you choke on your own moans while his hips rhythmically rotated your pelvis, grinding you into hiromi’s face. you thrashed convulsively in kento’s arms, feeling everything inside tighten into an unbearably hard, hot knot.

higuruma, feeling your orgasm coming, stretched your already swollen folds with his fingers until it almost hurt, and for the last time, sucked your clit in as deep as possible, licking it frantically. a loud, dominant squelching filled the cramped elevator.

"a-a-ah! kent— oh god, i'm gonna... mmmngh-a-a-a!" your scream broke into a rasp as the first wave of orgasm literally ripped through you.

you felt your muscles inside start to contract uncontrollably, pulsing hot wetness right onto hiromi’s face. you shuddered all over, your legs on nanami’s shoulders shaking with a fine tremor. kento pulled away from your tongue at that moment just to catch your wide-open mouth in a silent scream and greedily breathe in your orgasmic moan.

you gasped, your head falling onto nanami’s shoulder as white spots swam before your eyes. hiromi didn't stop even when you started twitching in convulsions. he kept greedily licking and sucking up your slick, which was now dripping down his chin and lips.

"hiromi, stop... ah... i can't anymore..." you went limp in kento’s arms, feelin' a heavy, leaden weakness spread through your body. you barely breathed, pressing your forehead against nanami’s shoulder. your body still shook with small, lingerin' tremors, and your head was a total vacuum. you were literally floating in the clouds after such a crushing orgasm, feeling like soft, pliable clay in their hands.

but the blissful silence didn't last long. nanami pulled back a bit to look at your face and took you by the chin, forcing your blurred gaze to focus on him.

"you think that’s it, darling?" his voice sounded scary calm and low. "you really think we're gonna let you come just once?"

your eyes widened. you tried to say something, but only a weak, ragged exhale escaped your throat. "what're you..."

hiromi slowly pulled away and got up from his knees. his lips glistened wetly, and there was a streak of your juices on his chin that he didn't even think about wipin' off. he looked down at you, fixing his shirt cuffs.

"that was just the start," he tossed out, and his voice vibrated in the tight cabin. you were still hangin' in nanami’s arms, legs shaking, and your mind was fading. "n-no... wait..." you tried to pull your thoughts together, "someone could walk in right now... the dispatcher... he might hear through the intercom..."

nanami just laughed low against your neck, and that sound made you shrink. he didn't let you go. instead, he shifted his grip to get comfortable and started to slowly, intentionally rub your aching, oversensitive cunt against his huge, rock-hard cock through the fabric of his pants.

"ah!" you sobbed, whimpering from the unbearable pleasure that bordered on torture. "nanami..." "we could just call the dispatcher again so help comes right now," kento whispered, keepin' up the methodical grind against you, squeezin' out new portions of wetness that now fell in heavy drops and dripped onto the elevator floor. your heels had been lyin' in the corner for a while now. "is that what you want? you want us to get pulled out of here right now?"

he didn't stop, and you felt his hardness throb, promisin' somethin' way bigger. at that moment, hiromi stepped in close. he cupped your face in his palms and sank into your lips with a deep, greedy kiss. you tasted yourself mixed with his hot spit — intimate, and crazy turning you on.

"m-m-m," he hummed into your mouth, pulling back only a millimeter. "is this what you want?" you should've said "yes." you should've screamed 'bout how they broke all the rules, how hierarchy was trashed, and how you're all gonna get fired in disgrace. you should've stopped this.

but you didn't. your first orgasm was so mind-blowing that all you could think about was the throbbing weight you felt with your ass through nanami’s clothes. you couldn't even dream of just one of them in your wildest fantasies, but getting both at once? that was the kind of extreme greed they write about in books.

“n-no…” you aggressively shook your head, completely forgetting you were in the damn elevator of an office building. your hands dug into higuruma’s shoulders on their own, and you started desperately, almost insanely grinding against the man behind you in every way possible, begging for more with your body alone.

hiromi gave a faint, barely noticeable smile without taking his eyes off you, watching the way you writhed in kento’s hands. “that’s what we thought. dirty girl… you spent months tempting your bosses just so they’d fuck you at the same time?”

you barely heard him. his words drowned in the rush of blood pounding in your ears, and you only nodded quickly, feverishly, agreeing with every word he said. “c’mon, baby,” nanami caught you with one hand, giving you more space, “use your hands. take my pants off.”

with trembling fingers, you reached behind you as much as the cramped space allowed and touched his cock through the fabric for the first time. nanami let out a low, rough groan and pushed himself into your palm, rolling his hips forward. you tried to feel more of him, but kento only tightened his grip on your waist.

“baby, i just had to sit there without getting to taste you. you’d better hurry up.” you frantically searched for his belt buckle, but your fingers wouldn’t cooperate. you couldn’t see what you were doing behind your back, and helpless little whines started slipping out of you.

“i-i can’t do it… kento, i can’t…” you sobbed, tears blurring your vision. nanami laughed quietly, enjoying your desperation. “what an impatient girl, huh?”

he jerked his hips sharply to help you, and finally you managed to undo the belt. then the button and zipper gave in too. his pants slipped down, and immediately, without waiting, you covered his cock with your hand over his boxers. nanami threw his head back, sucking in air through his teeth with a hiss. you moaned too — just the thought of him being inside you turned you into a melted, shapeless mess.

by then, hiromi already pulled his pants down slightly. you froze as you looked at him. his cock looked intimidating: long, heavy, veins standing out clearly along it, the tip already wet. exactly the one you imagined whenever you touched yourself.

you breathed heavily, your pussy still pulsing after your orgasm while your hands already pulled down the blond man’s boxers behind you. the second his cock came free, it pressed against your ass with a dull thud. you felt the heat of it against your skin.

nanami wrapped a hand around himself and slowly dragged the tip over your untouched back hole first. panic shot through you instantly, your voice turning high and almost frightened. “kento!.. please, kento…”

he immediately buried himself against your neck, kissing you greedily with his mouth open, leaving your skin wet and burning. “relax,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through your body. “we’re not going there… for now.”

you relaxed a little, but the realization crashed over you in another wave: that meant they were both going to fuck you. at the same time.

your thoughts didn’t even have time to form into words before higuruma stepped closer. he cupped your face, gently but firmly sucking on your lower lip before pulling away and looking directly into your eyes.

“if it hurts, just tell us, okay?” his voice sounded serious, almost gentle. “we won’t do anything that’ll hurt you. we’re here to give you what you’ve been begging for all this time. tell me you understand.”

you only nodded shakily, unable to force out a single word. “use your words, sweetheart,” nanami insisted, pressing his cock against your lower back. you swallowed hard, your voice rough from all the screaming and moaning. “i… i understand. yeah. please…”

nanami adjusted his grip on you more comfortably, one arm still holding your weight while the other slowly, carefully guided his cock. at first, he only teased you with it, dragging the tip through your folds, coating himself in all your slickness, practically soaking himself in your juices before finally giving one decisive thrust.

he pushed in slowly, giving you time to feel every inch of his impossible thickness. you cried out instantly and grabbed onto higuruma’s shoulders with a death grip. meanwhile, hiromi pressed himself flush against you, holding your hips steady and helping you keep your balance while his eyes tracked every shaky breath you took.

he really was huge. you felt him literally forcing your insides apart, pushing so deep that every experience you’d ever had before suddenly felt like some pathetic joke. your head fell back, your moans breaking apart into weak little whines.

“mmmngh! kento… haa-ah… hurts… no, feels good… god—!” you choked on the words as he filled you completely. “that’s it, sweetheart, take all of me,” nanami rasped, his voice vibrating through your body.

“you’re too big… kento, you’re too big…” “i know, baby,” he started moving inside you slowly, deeply, “it’ll feel better soon. just relax for me.”

while that happened, higuruma kissed his way down your neck to your chest, which already spilled out of your bra cups. he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking greedily while nanami kept thrusting into you from behind.

“fuck…” kento growled, picking up the pace. “knew you’d have a fucking heavenly pussy… she’s squeezing me so tight.” all you could do was whine and sob. “ah! mmngh!! feels so good… more… haaah!”

“yeah?” higuruma pulled away from your chest, his gaze turning sharp and hungry. “it’s about to feel even better.” nanami cupped your face with both hands, turned you toward him, and crashed his mouth against yours in a deep kiss. “take a breath,” he ordered right against your lips.

you were already completely fucked stupid from his cock and the heat of their bodies. the second you gasped for air, you felt another huge, hard shape starting to push into you. hiromi entered you from the front, and you practically whimpered into nanami’s kiss while your fingers dug into higuruma’s shirt hard enough to make the fabric strain.

the moment he fully pushed inside, stretching you beyond anything imaginable, you screamed so loudly it felt like your voice tore through the entire building. “oh god! god! fuck… fuck! a-ah-ahh!”

tears spilled from your eyes automatically from the shock and overwhelming fullness. nanami laughed low against your lips, licking away the salty wetness. “no god here, sweetheart. we’re the ones making you scream like that.”

both of them stayed still for a moment, letting your body adjust to the unbearable stretch. hiromi’s hand squeezed your breast possessively while nanami bit at your shoulder and every patch of exposed skin he could reach.

it felt like forever or maybe only a few seconds — you had no idea anymore. the only thing you knew was that you needed them. “more… want more… please…”

“our girl’s getting greedy, huh?” higuruma smirked while looking at your flushed face. “one cock isn’t enough anymore? now you always want two?” then they started moving. together. hard. rhythmic.

it felt like your pussy was about to split apart, your whole body turning into one shaking, dripping mess. you moaned and whimpered while they kept taking turns kissing you, your chin already soaked with spit, your face damp with sweat and their touches. saliva and slick ran down your neck and chest, and you were pretty sure there was already a puddle forming on the elevator floor beneath you.

their movements turned sharp and perfectly synchronized, and you felt them practically pounding you into the narrow space between them. nanami set a deep, animalistic pace from behind while hiromi matched every thrust from the front, forcing your body to stretch to its absolute limit. the cramped elevator filled with unbearable wet sounds: skin slapping against skin, heavy male growls, and your endless, choking moans mixed with the smell of all your arousal.

“ah! haaah… nngh! fuck, kento… romi… a-ahh!” you cried out when they bumped against each other inside you, trapping your womb between them.

“look at this fucking mess,” hiromi rasped without taking his eyes off the place where your bodies merged together. “you’re sucking us in so greedily. such a needy little hole for your bosses.”

nanami grabbed your hair, pulling your head back slightly so he could see your face twisted with pleasure. “hear those sounds, baby?” he slammed into you hard, and the elevator filled with a loud, filthy squelch. “that’s all you. you’re so fucking wet we’re practically drowning in you.”

“mmmngh! yes… more… ” you couldn’t even control the saliva dripping down your chin anymore, mixing with their sweat. your face stayed damp, your hair stuck to your forehead, and your eyes rolled back.

higuruma leaned forward and crashed his mouth against yours, swallowing your moan with his lips. his tongue moved just as aggressively as his cock while his hand kept squeezing your breast hard enough to hurt. when he finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva stretched between you before breaking against your neck.

hiromi tightened his grip on your thighs even more, lifting your hips so you stayed completely open for both of them. the elevator smelled heavy with sweat, bodies, and slick, and the only thing breaking the silence were the filthy sounds of their bodies slamming against your ass.

nanami slowly moved his hand down the front of your body. his fingers, soaked with your slick, found your clit. “look at this little thing,” he rasped, his voice vibrating through your spine. “look how swollen it is. you’re pulsing so much, sweetheart.”

he started playing with you, and the elevator filled with another wet, messy sound from his fingers moving against you. every touch sent a shock through your body.

“mmmngh! kento… ah!” you sobbed shakily as your thighs started trembling uncontrollably. “please… i wanna come… i’m gonna… mmhnm!!" “no,” he cut you off. he gave one deep, crushing thrust. “don’t even think about coming without permission.”

their pace grew even faster, turning into something raw and primal. nanami’s heavy thrusts from behind crashed against hiromi’s from the front. the mirror in the elevator completely fogged over now, thick drops of condensation sliding down it just like the sweat running along your back. you could barely breathe anymore, your moans dissolving into broken little whimpers.

“tell me,” nanami suddenly pinched your clit hard between his fingers, making your back arch violently as you screamed. “who does this sweet, greedy pussy belong to?”

“a-ahh! yours! only yours! always only yours!” you practically sobbed the words out, losing the last of your sanity from the overwhelming pleasure. “good girl,” hiromi whispered smoothly against your damp shoulder before kissing it. “such a good girl. keep taking us, baby.”

your pussy pulsed violently, burning from the friction and impossible fullness. every thrust from nanami and hiromi forced more slick out of you, thick drops falling onto the floor and adding to the puddle already spreading beneath your feet. you felt completely used, ruined, and unbelievably happy in exactly that role.

the tension inside you coiled into a tight, unbearable knot that was about to snap. from behind, nanami made one last, crushing thrust, driving into you to the very hilt with a loud, wet sound, while hiromi made a powerful lunge forward at the same time, pinning your uterus in a vise between the two of them.

at that moment, nanami pressed hard against your pulsing clit, and that was the final straw. you literally buckled in their arms. the elevator walls started to swim before your eyes, and a series of choking, ragged sobs ripped from your throat.

"mmmngh-a-a-a! god! god! i— aah!" you gasped, feeling the first wave of orgasm paralyze your legs. your pussy started to contract convulsively and rhythmically around them, trying to squeeze every last drop out. you felt every vein on their members, every movement that now felt a hundred times sharper. a frantic, wet squelching filled the tight cabin — it was your juices, forced out by their pressure, literally splashing onto the floor and mixing with sweat.

you felt everything inside flip. your stomach muscles cramped, you threw your head back aggressively, pressing the back of your skull into nanami’s shoulder, and you just stopped breathing for several long seconds. you were shaking so hard that hiromi had to grip your thighs in a death lock to keep you from sliding to the floor.

"yes, just like that," nanami growled, feeling your pussy literally suck him in. "cum on our cocks, our pretty girl." you could not answer. you only whimpered and shuddered in a long, agonizingly beautiful ecstasy. tears of happiness and shock rolled down your wet cheeks.

you were still shaking from the lingering waves when you felt the blonde’s breath grow heavy, turning into a muffled growl. "fuck, you are so tight...so perfect baby..." he rasped, driving into you one last time with such force that you felt his pulse at your very center.

hiromi, feeling your tremors and kento’s frantic rhythm, also stopped holding back. his movements became sharp, almost rough; he literally slammed you into nanami, wringing the last moans out of you.

for a moment, everything froze. you felt nanami shudder through his whole body, his fingers digging into your thighs until it hurt, and he poured into you in a hot, pulsing stream. almost at the same time, hiromi let out a low, guttural sound and also went still, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, giving all his tension to you.

"so good mmm..." you went totally limp in their arms, feeling the scalding heat of their seed spread inside you. a sharp, mechanical sound and a sudden jolt of the elevator under your feet made you all freeze.

"hello, elevator number four? we have recorded a stop; we are restarting the system now. is everything alright with you?"

The rain is falling harder. 

You're tapping your foot on the floor impatiently, preparing to raise your hand one more time to knock at his door again.

After all, you've been waiting outside for almost 10 minutes now - banging non-stop at Lane's door. You had texted him hours prior, letting him know that you were coming, he answered - with something stupid, but still - and now all of a sudden, it's like that loser vanished.

You didn't even want to be here, but at this point it wasn't really a choice, since it involved job matters.

By this point, you're really starting to wish you hadn't forgotten your copy of the store keys inside the store after the last shift.

You weren't supposed to be here. RJ is lucky you actually needed this job, and money in general. Otherwise, you'd never agree to go to Mad Dog's on a Saturday morning just to help organize some packages whose delivery got delayed. But he promised you a bit of extra cash, so you decided "Fuck it” and just went with it. 

And maybe that's why it feels like the universe is punishing you right now. Because, getting rained on - while being sleep deprived - as if it weren't a decent amount of sun in the sky just minutes ago, felt like a bad joke.

You sigh, checking your phone again, which was still opened in your last chat with Lane, one hour and a half ago.

Still nothing. No answers. Just your delivered messages from minutes ago, asking where the hell he was. 

You knock again, probably the hardest until now. And for the first time in you-don't-know-how-many minutes, you finally hear some shuffling inside the apartment. Just like that, as if some deity had finally taken mercy on you, the door opens, and you get to finally see the cause of your daily stress.

Lane shows himself, slightly out of breath and with his hair a little ruffled.

"Seriously? Why did you take so long? I warned you beforehand that I was coming here.”

Your greeting complaint doesn't seem to faze him much, since he only leans against the wall, grinning at you lazily.

"Your fault. Who the hell messages someone at eight and a half in the morning, saying "I'm coming over".”

"Someone who's gotta do extra work on a Saturday.” You retort. "Plus, I was hoping this would be a 5-minute visit.”

"Happy to know you like my company that much.” 

You sigh and start to motion to finally get inside, when you hear Lane's voice again; this time with a hint of suprise to it.

"Wow, you're dripping.”

"You just noticed? Yeah, it's pouring outside.” 

"My bad, I usually get lost on your gorgeous face.”

You let out a dry laugh, stepping past him. 

"You want another shirt?”

"I'm not gonna stay long, don't bother. Just pass me the keys, and I'll be on my way.”

"Yeah, so about that…”

"No.”

"You won't believe it.”

"Lane.” 

"But I don't know where the keys are.”

"Oh for fuc- Tell me you're kidding.” 

He doesn't verbally answer, but his expression says, "I wish I were.”

"Oh my god." You drag a hand down your face exasperately.

"So, you want that shirt now or...?”

"I want to kill you now.”

"Hot.”

"Ugh, give me that damn shirt. Then we'll look for the keys.”

He grins, turning his back to you and starts walking away, disappearing in the corridor at some point.

You take that alone moment to take in your surroundings. Although you hadn't specifically pictured what Lane's house would look like, everything here somehow fitted right in with whatever your imagination could've come up with. It doesn't look like an absolute wasteland, but it also isn't the most immaculately organized place. It looks like a home, but the kind of home you couldn't imagine would belong to anyone but Lane.

You don't even notice the faint smile that starts to creep up your lips, while you run your fingers along the back of the sofa.

"There you go, babe.” His voice makes you jump back into reality.

You barely have any time to process the words when you get hit in the face by the soft fabric of an oversized shirt.

"A pink Call of Duty shirt, really?”

"Yeah, it's very manly.”

You just chuckle, still analysing the piece of clothing in your hands.

"Also... take this.” Lane hands you a towel, which you didn't even notice he had brought along.

You grab it from him, setting the shirt on the side of the sofa, as you start to dry your arms and neck with the towel.

"So... where's the bathroom?” You finally ask.

"You can change here.”

"With you just standing there looking at me?”

"Wouldn't be the first time anyway.” He sneers, but when you only look at him with a blank face, he resigns himself. "I could turn around.”

You only mutter a "Whatever" and turn around, starting to strip off your damp shirt.

You don't care enough about his presence anyway; the most he is going to be able to see from this angle is your bra strap.

When you turn back around, Lane's wearing that stupid smirk that he always has when he's about to fuck with you on purpose. 

"You look good in that.”

Or maybe not.

"You'd look better without it, tho.”

Yeah, never mind.

"Let's just look for those stupid store keys before I lose my patience with you.” 

"After you, violent queen.”

"It's your house, tho.”

"I was just trying to be a gentleman. Why do you gotta ruin it, woman?”

The next twenty minutes were spent with both of you searching every room upside down. Only for the search to prove unsuccessful and end up with you two back on the sofa, only this time considerably more tired.

Both let out defeated sighs, and you feel Lane visibly tense up when you flop on the left side of the couch, but choose to dismiss any questions about the peculiar reaction.

"Where are those damn keys!?” You grunt, throwing your head back, which ends up being supported by the cushions. 

When there's nothing but silence, you decide to look at Lane. In the same second, he tries to mask the - almost - burning stare he had on your hand, more precisely, the place where your hand was inching close to.

A pillow?

No. Whatever was behind it.

You hastily grab the pillow, before he could do anything to stop you, only to discover a box of tissues. 

It didn't make sense to you as to why Lane looked so petrified until you touched it. Sticky. The side was sticky.

That made a question pop in your brain, one which your mouth didn't think twice before spitting it out.

"What were you doing before I arrived?” 

He stiffens, face twisting and losing its composure.

"...Sleeping.” 

“Yeah? Where? Cause after checking this place around, this sofa is the only place you could sleep. And unless you sleep like a literal rock, you would've easily heard me almost banging your door down.”

He winces, averting his gaze, realizing the little white lie hadn't worked. 

“Was this why you left me waiting almost eight minutes outside? You were jacking it?!”

Lane groans, like you're the one having the audacity to be dramatic about this.

"Whatever, yeah. You weren't supposed to know that.” He mutters the last part, looking anywhere but you.

"Ugh, you're gross.”

"I'm a man.”

He sounds so unbothered, you make a point of throwing at him your most annoyed and displeased look.

"Couldn't you just have waited until I was gone with the keys?”

"With all the time we've taken just searching for them, I'd have probably died from blue balls.”

It came out so naturally that the absurdity of it shocked you out of your anger. 

You let out a muffled giggle, covering your mouth right after. However, that was enough to ease any possible tension between the two of you, which only spurred Lane to keep talking.

"I only did it because you're coming anyway.” He confessed absently, as if he was actually thinking and his mouth happened to betray him.

"What?!”

He presses his lips shut for a moment, but then exhales as if it didn't matter anymore.

"You… sent that message and I started thinking…”

"So you were thinking about me while-”

"I never said that.”  He's quick to correct you.

"So you weren't?”

"Never said that either.”

"Make up your mind already!” You hide your face behind one of the pillows that were scattered around, and hear him laugh at your reaction.

"Would you like it if I said that I was?”

You almost rip the pillow off your face, eyes wide as saucers, looking at Lane.

"What?” You manage to utter.

"Forget I said that.” 

His cheeks gain some extra color, and he looks like he's about to curse himself for even suggesting that.

But now that you have found something you can tease him about, you're not willing to drop that matter so quickly. Your morning is doomed already, so you might as well try to make something fun with what's left of it.

"No, no, please, keep the questions coming.”

You get closer to where Lane's sitting, trying your best not to burst out laughing.

"Forget it.”

He faces away from you, attempting to hide his increasing embarrassment with the back of his hand.

"Come on! You looked so cocky a second ago.” You start poking at his sides while climbing up his legs.

"Fuck!” He shouts your name particularly loudly once you poke a specific spot on his lower ribs. "Stop that!”

You'd probably think he was mad if it wasn't for the - very clear - smile he had while trying to contain his laughter.

At some point, amid laughs and twists, Lane is able to grab both of your wrists, raising them up and above your head level. That's when you realize just how close the two of you really have gotten.

You are currently straddling his thighs, looking at his flushed cheeks like they could solve your problems. 

You adjust your body on top of Lane's, sitting on him completely. At that same moment, you start to feel Lane lowering your wrists, pulling them towards him, making your body inch closer.

Your faces are a breath away, lips almost touching. You can feel each time air comes out of his nose and hits your skin.

The space seems to have become smaller, enough to feel like only the two of you exist right now.

That’s when you feel the scent, the strong smell of cigarettes and smoke. 

You scrunch your nose. Not because it's nauseating, but because it was an automatic reaction.

“You smell like cigarettes.”

“You're not gonna kiss me because of it?”

“What makes you think we're going to kiss?”

“What were you trying to do then? Count my eyelashes?” 

His blush had subsided, and that shit-eating grin was back on his lips, which made you let out a half chuckle, planting your hands on his chest.

“You know those things kill you, right?” You insist. 

"I'm still very much alive, babe.”

"They also make you impotent.”

“Hasn't become a problem for me.”

“Yet.” You state, and he scoffs.

“Want me to show you how not fucking impotent I am?”

That makes you pause. Because...what is about to happen if you answer him accordingly?

What was the “short visit to get the store keys” about to become?

“You got scared? Come on! You looked so cocky a second ago.”

No way this asshole just mimicked what you said 3 minutes ago. This is a matter of grave offense from here on.

“Scared of what? You and your little friend?”

“Little? Baby, I'd only need to use half of it to bring you to tears."

"Now you're just talking like you own a third leg or something.”

"I can show you, if you're that curious."

...

Maybe you can blame it on being sleep deprived, or maybe you can blame it on capitalism, seeing that it was the reason you had to work extra hours only to barely make it through the week; which was what got you in this situation in the first place. Or maybe you could blame it on his stupid face, which just happened to be infuriatingly attractive at the moment. 

Because there is no way you were taking the blame for how the floor got covered in clothes, and for how you ended up on Lane's lap, partially naked with him looking at you like you had the power to grant him all of his dreams, as you prepared to lower yourself down his cock - all in expand of less than ten minutes.

By the time you fully realise just how far the two of you have taken things, you are already too far gone to care, as you start to lower your hips, trying to take him in.

However, even now, you weren't ready to swallow your previous comment - yes, he wasn't little, far from it actually - but you weren't about to admit it without a bit of a fight.

"Ngh- Lane…"

You whine when his mouth lets go of your right boob with a wet "pop” - only to switch to your left one and start to devour it.

"Fuck- you're so wet.” 

He mutters, tongue flicking your nipple, while his hands have a strong grip on your waist, guiding you.

"Shit- Ahhh.” You let out a sigh of pleasure when your wet core finally starts to engulf him inch by inch.

Technically, by this point, you were soaked enough to just swallow him whole, but it had been some time since you last had been in this position, so you figured it was best to take things slowly to avoid unnecessary pain. Even if your instincts were screaming at you to just sit on it and completely wreck him. 

Neither of you seemed to be in a rush; in fact, he seemed to want to make this last even longer than you did.

"Fucking hell, you're tight.”

You gasped once he was fully inside you, head resting on the crook of his neck for a moment, while you felt his arms circling your waist, bringing you closer, pressing you flush against his chest, as he groaned in relief.

You tried to adjust yourself the best you could, only to feel Lane giving a quick thrust up with his hips, making your hands snap to his biceps, squeezing them out of reflex, as you let out a shattered sigh.

"Where's your smart mouth now, princess?" 

You raised your head a bit, enough to look at him straight in the eyes, and sure enough, you were greeted with that annoying smirk.

"You got some nerve...You couldn't even find those damn keys, and now you are trying to act smart with me?”

You raise your hips and then drop your weight on him in an instant. Lane throws his head back, both hands squeezing your thighs, as he feels your walls closing on him, as if your body was afraid he would slip out at any second.

"Nice try, pretty boy, but I'm not letting you win this time." You say, tapping the side of his face twice with the palm of your hand.

That's when you actually start to ride him, with your hips setting a consistent pace, as you watch Lane become a moaning mess from under you.

After a moment, you grab both sides of his face and kiss him, hard enough that you're able to hear his muffled noises between kisses. Lane's hands grab your ass, trying to slowly guide your movements that way.

When you take a break from the kiss, trying to regain some air, you opt to let both of your hands rest on his shoulders, trying to ground yourself, still bouncing on Lane's cock the best you can; with eyes closed and face scrunched in pleasure.

You only open them when you feel a hand pressing on your back for support, followed by Lane's body bending slightly forward, trying to reach for something in his jeans pocket. 

You look at him, confused, when he returns to his original position, making himself comfortable against the cushions. But when you look at his left hand, everything turns crystal clear - he's holding a pack of cigarettes, and motioning for the lighter that's placed on top of a small table, right beside the couch.

"Tell me you're not about to start smoking.” You ask in frustration, slightly out of breath

"Nah, I'm just about to show you how me smocking won't affect even a little how good you can fuck yourself dumb on my dick.”

If he weren't being dumb, you'd find it amusing how he's trying to regain dominance.

"God, I hate you.” You mutter, watching Lane lighting it up. 

"And you're still sitting all pretty on my lap. Can't imagine what you'd do if you actually loved me.”

You huff, resuming your pace, feeling his dick twitch inside you, while the smell of nicotine floods the space.

Placing your hands back on his shoulders, you alternate between grinding and bouncing occasionally. Watching Lane exhale heavily from time to time, and throwing out a couple of strained curses when you roll your hips particularly well.

He rests his head back on the couch, looking up at you, his free hand reaches up to your boob, squeezing it slightly and rolling the thumb over the nipple.

You hide your face in the crook of his neck, trying to muffle your moans and shattered breaths. Until you feel a hand on the nape of your neck, caressing the hair there.

"You want a kiss, baby?”

You don't remove your face from Lane's neck, just shift it a little so you can look up at him. And it isn't a surprise when you find out that he's already looking down at you.

Your left hand nails dig a little on his shoulder, as you start inching your face closer to his, feeling Lane's hand grip on your hip.

You begin to close your eyes slowly, failing to see how he takes one last drag of the cigarette, before pressing his lips against your lips.

Lane exhales the smoke into your mouth, making your semi-closed eyes widen - and water - when the smoke hits your throat.

You try to jerk your head back, but like the asshole he is, Lane's grabbing your face, squeezing your cheeks enough so that your mouth stays open for some seconds, and more smoke fills your air way.

When he realises his grasp, you're quick to begin coughing, delivering a light slap to his pec.

“I wanted a kiss! Not for you to barbecue my lungs, idiot.” You stammer between coughs.

He just chuckles, his free hand grabs the back of your thighs, and Lane angles his hips so he's hitting a deeper spot inside you.

"What? Thought you'd like it, pretty.” 

You feel his lips graze your ear, the sultry tone of his voice sends shivers down your spine, but you're not about to just let him poke fun at you and move on.

Grinding harder on him, you bring your mouth to his neck and start peppering pecks and wet kisses all over it, while bouncing faster.

"You want to play? Fine, I can do that too.”

That's when you feel you've really hit him; you lick a line up his throat, passing over his Adam's apple, leaving a bite on the side, when you hear him let out a loud enough moan for the neighbors to hear.

"Oh, you're loud. That's cute.” You grab his face with one hand, gazing right at his eyes. "Keep it up pretty boy, you sound nice.”

He whines and curses, fingers twitching, fighting to hold the cigarette up without completely squeezing it. 

"And enough of this thing.” You groan, taking the cigarette from him and putting it out on the ashtray, which stood on top of the same table Lane got the lighter from. "If I'm wearying out my legs for this, you're gonna fuck me properly.”

"You're bossy today." He mumbles, feeling your pace slow down.

"Mhm. Are you complaining?”

"I'm asking you to keep going.” 

Both of his, now free, hands slide up your waist and start stroking your skin.

You quicken your pace once again, both of your legs and core on fire from how long you've been moving like this; your thighs begin to burn: the stress and lack of sleep seem to have caught up to you after this bit of cardio.

And just when you think your ego is about to take a blow, you feel Lane shudder - his grip on your skin tightening.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck... you're tight.”

"Tell me you're about to cum, because I feel like my legs are gonna give out.”

You don't get an immediate answer, but after a couple of seconds, you feel Lane burying himself to the hilt, groaning in relief at the same time, and making you see stars when he hits a very specific spot, causing your back to curl.

You follow after him, feeling the release washing over you, letting yourself collapse against his naked chest.

"Shit… " He pants, but the smug grin is back on his face. "Told you the cigs didn't do shit to me.”

"Yeah, you did well, pretty. But, I still won, you came first.” You play with his nipple piercing, flashing him a tired smirk.

“We can solve that issue right now.”

"It's not an issue." You insist, but it's too late; your little teasing already got him going.

"It is now. You're gonna be swallowing those words in a minute, babe.”

He lifts you - slightly - by the hips, slipping out of you, and talking off the used condom in seconds, discarding it.

"Lane, what-” 

You try to protest, but stop speaking when you see him reach for a new one.

"Second round, or you're feeling too tired, baby?”

"You wish.” 

Your challenging tone only served to spur him further. In a matter of seconds, you went from straddling his lap to being manhandled into lying on the couch, with Lane towering over you now.

You're left lying there, shocked due to the speed of his movements, while he's smirking down at you, eyes scanning your body.

You stay under him, motionless, dead silent, but your eyes - the way you're looking at him - it speaks volumes. And so do you, when you're finally able to gather the words you wanted.

“You're…so pretty.” One second, your eyes are practically sparkling, and in the next, your face contorts into a frown. "How dare you.”

His eyes widened for a moment, like he didn't expect a sincere compliment right now, but nevertheless, he quickly got back in character, letting out a small chuckle of amusement. 

"You're pretty too, babe. No need to get envious, you'll get wrinkles.” He jokes, smothering the space between your eyebrows with his thumb.

His back is hunched over, making his frame loom over yours, which incites you to wrap your legs around his hips to bring him even closer.

Your sudden movements broke his balance, making his hands go straight to the small spaces on each side of your head, stopping him from falling on top of you. 

“You 'trying to die by being crushed by me, or what?”

“Nope, just trying to see if you catch the hint and speed the mating press process.”

“I like the way you think, but I was actually thinking of something else…”

He trails off, grabbing both of your legs, lifting the left one up and supporting it with his arm, while pushing open your right thigh and holding it down against the couch seat.

“What are you-” You cut yourself off when you feel his tip nudging against your entrance.

“You ready, baby?”

You can only muster some whines and agreement noises, while nodding your head, but that's not enough for him.

"Use your words, pretty.” He says, and you try.

You're trying. But his condom covered tip is still touching your entrance, and his sultry voice sounds ten times more attractive right now; everything combined feels like torture.

His left hand starts to slide from your thigh all the way up to your right breast, massaging it softly and pinching the nipple.

"F-fuck! Yes!” All that stimulation makes your brain work for a second, and you're finally capable of yelping the confirmation can't loud.

"Good, baby, you're doing good.” He whispers, and your wetness mixed with the condom’s lube practically makes him slip inside instantly.

Your hands shoot up to grab the couch’s arm above your head, as your eyes shut by reflex once Lane starts thrusting slowly.

After your first orgasm, you feel much more sensitive, so your body seems to respond a lot more to every one of Lane's movements.

He keeps a slow pace, hips moving methodically against your core, and occasionally choking out a curse when he feels your walks clench around him every now and then.

"Fuck… don't squeeze me like that, pretty.”

Hearing his voice, you try to open your eyes, looking right at Lane through your lashes; he’s smiling, not his usual annoying shit-eating, it's softer now, but still looks confident.

There's prickles of sweat forming on his forehead as he parts a little, and every part of his body feels unbearably warm - he looks hot.

So you let yourself be overpowered by your emotions, and let your right hand wander to his arm, wrapping your fingers around his bicep, trying to bring him closer, gently.

Lane lets you, his back lowering just enough for his breathing to be fanning over your face, while he adjusts your legs around his hips. 

"Someone's needy.” He teases.

"Shut... shut up.” You grumble.

You don't sound annoyed, and he's sure that you really aren't when you make a point of wrapping your arms around his neck, just to bring him impossibly closer.

Once again, Lane offers no resistance, because who was he to deny you that closeness?

Lane's nose brushes your ear, as you bury your face on the crook of his neck, and feel the tips of his fingers grazing the side of your ribs.

His lips wrap around the skin on the side of your neck, and you feel him picking up the pace out of nowhere, making your eyes roll back and hands grab his shoulders firmly.

Lane keeps sucking on the side of your neck, teeth grazing the skin every couple of seconds, as his hands are gripping your waist. 

"Mmm… Lane…” You moaning his name in that tone was just the invitation he needed to start shamelessly moaning yours, like a desperate, horny teenager.

"Yeah, you like that pretty? I know you do.” His voice comes out muffled, but he's close enough that you can hear every word clearly.

You were focusing on how good his means sounded against your ear, when Lane hits a particular spot inside you that has your brain doing backflips as you claw at his back.

"Ngh- shit! Right- right there.” 

And just like that, he has his cock bullying that same spot over and over again.

You were trying to conceal your sounds the best you can, seeing that your current scenario didn't seem to be helping preserve the little dignity you had left. However, the man above you seemed to see things differently, as he made absolutely no effort to hide just how much of a good time he was having, gracing your ears with soft and shaky whimpers every now and then.

At some point Lane adjusts himself, his right arm is back to being firmly laced around your lifted-up left thigh, bringing it closer to his torso, so he can rock his hips against yours at a better angle.

Both of your hands are clawing at the couch’s seats, trying not to lose your last bits of sanity.

His free hand goes up to your chest, and proceeds to squeeze your right boob, while his thumb flicks your oversensitive nipple.

The sensation was so strong and overwhelming that you felt like everything was spinning and you were going to faint each time you instinctively closed your eyes, due to the incessant pounding in your insides. 

And he wishes he could carve this vision on his mind forever - you, writhing beneath him, nails digging on his couch, while your back arches and your eyes roll back, as your lips part and you let out the prettiest noises.

You look like the perfect wet dream. Except that none of this is a dream, and that realization alone could be enough to make him bust; if he wasn't so determined on making you cum first.

And, as if the universe is rewarding him for something he can recall he did to deserve, he feels your walls flutter around him as your insides keep squeezing the hell out of his dick.

Lane lets out a bunch of curses, voice cracking every now and then, as his eyes shut close and he lets his head fall back.

By then you had given up on speaking any coherent words, letting your mouth let out all the noise it pleases, but when the feeling on your lower stomach is heavy enough to feel like you were going to die if you didn't came right now, something clicks inside your brain.

"Fuck! Mmm… Lane… I'm- cumming. I'm gonna-” You don't finish your sentence, but you sure do.

By the time his thrusts slow down once again, your limbs feel so tired you don't even feel when Lane pulls out, nor have you realised the moment he's taking off the condom - not until you feel something sticky on your lower stomach as ropes of his cum fall on it.

"Gosh, you're so messy.” You sigh, and watch as he only gives you a cheeky and tired smirk.

However, your heart almost jumps out of your chest when, seconds later, Lane gives up on trying to hold himself up and drops on top of you; although he braces most of his weight with his forearms so as to not hurt you.

He's lying on top of you, body only weighing on one of your sides, as his head rests on your chest.

"... I can't feel my legs.” 

"That's good.”

"Only for your ego." You hear him chuckle at that.

"You wanna know what else is great for my ego?" He doesn't even give you a chance to answer. “The fact that I won.”

Oh. My. God.

"You're still stuck on that one?”

"You bet.”

You can't even pretend to be annoyed when you feel him picking a strand of your hair and start playing with it.

"Whatever. As much as I'd like to help inflate your ego even more, it's a tie at best. I won first.”

"Thought you didn't care?”

"I don't.”  You protest when he snickers. 

The comfortable silence starts to settle, and you start to draw lazy circles on the arm Lane has draped over your waist, when your overworked brain remembers something.

“We still have to find the keys…”

“Oh. Yeah, don't worry about it.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“They're in my left pocket. I mean, were. Now they're probably on the floor somewhere.”

“You lied about that too?!”

"Lying is a strong word. I'd call it ‘hiding the truth until something interesting happens’, which it did.”

"I need to tell RJ to start distributing job offer announcements again.”

"You gonna quit after the stunt I pulled?”

"No, but I might kill you, so that's sure to leave an open spot.”

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He pulls back just enough to look at you, and the sight of him steals what little breath remains in your lungs. His white streak catches the low light, those soulful eyes dark with want. There's silver threading through the black of his hair now. At his temples, too. Evidence of time passed, of life lived together. It only makes him more devastating.

"Yeah," he murmurs, fingers dancing higher, never quite touching where you ache. "I do know. But I want to hear you say it."

"Jay—" It comes out broken, pleading.

His thumb brushes against you through damp fabric, the barest pressure, and your whole body trembles. He watches your face with an intense focus that borders on animalist— something predatory and instinctual. The realization that you're the target of that attention makes heat pool low in your belly.

"Are you gonna be good for me?" He murmurs as his fingers hook into your underwear, dragging them down with agonizing slowness. "'Hmm?"

"Yes." You nod frantically. "I'll be good. I'm always good, I'll be your good wife—"

"You're always my good wife." Jason's other hand cups your face, thumb brushing your lower lip. "But tonight?" He leans in, breath ghosting across your mouth. "Tonight, I need you to be my good girl."

The distinction between the words, the promise embedded in their subtle shift, sends heat throughout your body. Wife implies partnership, equality, the life you've built together. Girl suggests something else entirely. Something that requires surrender.

You understand perfectly, and your lower half clenches in anticipation.

"Yes," you breathe. "Please, Jason, I'll be so good for you—"

He kisses you then, swallowing the rest of your words. The intensity is almost overwhelming. Dizzying and euphoric, like a drug that works on contact. His tongue sweeps against yours as his fingers finally, finally slip between your thighs, finding you slick and wanting.

You gasp into his mouth, hands scrabbling for purchase against his broad shoulders. Even now, after years, you're obsessed with the reality of him. The heat of his skin, the controlled strength in every movement. He knows exactly how much pressure to use, where to touch, how to make you forget everything except the feel of his hands on you.

"Shit," he groans against your lips, fingers exploring. "You're soaked."

The crude observation makes you clench around nothing, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as he slowly drags through your folds.

He trails open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, teeth scraping, and you know he'll leave marks. He always does when he gets like this—possessive, focused, determined to map evidence of his claim across your skin. You'll wear his bruises proudly. Tokens similar to fine jewelry. Visible proof at the base of your throat when you pour coffee tomorrow morning, evidence of your vow to be his in every way he'll have you.

"Going to give my wife what she wants," Jason murmurs against your collarbone, and there's dark amusement in his tone. One finger circles your entrance, dipping inside just enough to make you whimper before withdrawing. "Isn't that what I promised? For better or worse, in sickness and health..." He pushes two fingers in suddenly, and your back arches off the bed. "In desperate fucking need?"

You can't respond. Can't do anything but keen and clutch at him as he works you open, curling his fingers with perfect precision. He knows your body better than you do sometimes, knows exactly where to touch, how much pressure, what angle makes you see stars.

"There we go," he praises, and the approval in his voice makes warmth bloom in your chest alongside the building heat lower down. "That's my girl. Taking my fingers so pretty."

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow circles that contrast the increasingly urgent thrust of his fingers, and you feel yourself getting close already. Too fast. But Jason's been teasing you all evening—stolen touches while making dinner, his hand on your thigh during the movie you'd barely watched—and your body remembers. Anticipation wound tight through hours of waiting.

"Jason," you gasp, eyes fluttering shut. "Oh, fuck. Jay, I'm—"

"Not yet," he murmurs, and his fingers slow to something torturous. Deep, long strokes that keep you on edge. "Want to feel you a little longer, sweetheart."

The denial makes you whimper, hips rolling to seek more friction, but Jason's free hand comes to rest on your lower abdomen—not quite holding you down, but a grounding presence. A reminder that he's in control.

"Look at me," he says, voice rough, and you force your eyes open.

He's so close now, shifted up so he can watch your face while his hand works between your thighs. The hunger in his gaze makes you clench around his fingers.

"Fuck," Jason breathes, and there's something almost reverent in his tone despite the crude word. "How'd I get this lucky, huh?" His fingers curl, hitting that perfect spot, and you gasp. "Pretty face. Pretty sounds." His thumb circles your clit. "Pretty pussy."

"Jason—" It comes out broken, desperate.

"All mine." He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours, and his breathing has gone ragged. "My wife. Get to touch you like this whenever I want. Get to make you shake and beg and—" His fingers speed up, and you keen. "—fall apart on my hand."

My wife. My wife. My wife.

He kisses you, hungry and deep, swallowing your whimpers as his fingers work you relentlessly. When he pulls back, it's only enough to speak against your lips, and his voice has dropped to something even darker.

"Gonna make you come so fucking hard, sweetheart." Another curl of his fingers, another wave of pleasure. "Wanna feel this perfect cunt squeeze my fingers. Wanna watch your face when you let go for me."

The devotion in his voice breaks something open inside you. You clutch at his shoulders, his neck, trying to anchor yourself as the pleasure builds higher.

"There you go. So close now, aren't you? Gonna soak my hand?" He kisses your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your mouth—gentle touches that contrast with the increasingly urgent work of his fingers. "Let me see it, yeah? Let me watch you fall apart for me."

His thumb presses harder against your clit, his fingers curling just right, and you're right there on the edge. Trembling and desperate and so full of feeling you might burst.

"I've got you. Always got you."

His mouth is on yours again—swallowing the moan that tears from your throat as your orgasm finally crashes through you. You clench around his fingers rhythmically, pleasure rolling through you in waves, and Jason works you through every second of it.

"That's my girl," he murmurs against your lips when you finally still. "So beautiful."

He withdraws his fingers slowly, carefully, and you watch—dazed and boneless—as he brings them to his mouth, licking away what remains with a groan that vibrates through your bones.

You're still catching your breath when Jason shifts, moving down your body with clear intent. His hands are already pushing up your shirt, mouth following the revealed skin.

"Jason—" Your voice sounds wrecked. "Baby, I just—"

"I know." He presses a kiss just below your navel, and you feel his smile again. "But I told you, didn't I? I'm gonna take care of my wife tonight. Gonna make you come on my tongue until you forget your own name." He looks up at you through his lashes, and the combination of his rough face between your thighs and that surprisingly sweet gaze makes your heart clench. "You okay with that, sweetheart?"

As if you could ever say no to him. As if you'd want to.

"Yes," you whisper. "Please."

Jason's answering grin is sharp enough to cut. "That's my good girl."

And then his mouth is on you, and coherent thought becomes impossible.

authors note: dilfson todd....im purring and preening and crying and creaming!!!!! no other explanation for this

“it’s my granny’s birthday this weekend,” you drawl, looping your finger around a lock of his hair. you hold it straight underneath your nose like a moustache just so you can see his eyes quirk in amusement.

“i thought your grandparents were dead?” he asks, robust yet tender like the flames he uses to reheat your cold teas.

you let go of his hair, slapping his arm lightly.

“my blood grandparents, yes. i’m talking about my granny! she’s looked after everybody since we were babies. i’ve never known life without her.”

zuko hums, listening and unmoving.

“how old is she turning?”

“one hundred and eighteen. impressive, right?”

zuko pouts at you out of habit. just because you’re so close and he’s right there. you meet his lips in a wet smack, stretching your leg to rest over his lower stomach.

“you want me to come to her birthday i’m assuming?” he cocks his head slightly, picking an eyelash off your cheek.

that bluntness, the obvious statement now held between you both, makes you horribly shy. instead of his eyes, you’re looking at his nose. grumbling to yourself.

having a relationship with the fire lord, whilst you were a earthbender (one of the best, might you add!) from one of the smallest tribes wasn’t the easiest. for one, you knew the fire council wasn’t the most supportive with wanting fire royalty to stay firebenders, your dates would occasionally come with an entourage of help and your schedules often proved difficult to line up.

though you and zuko made it work, which lead you to the next stage. introducing him to your tribe.

“everyone’s inviting their boyfriends. a few have some from different tribes and kingdoms!” you draw your finger along his hard chest making incoherent shapes, missing out the clear fact that none of them are royalty, however. it’s a slow whisper, “i want you to be there too.”

your hand is snatched from his chest, curled into a fist and your knuckles are pressed against his lips. the eye contact alone gets your stomach swirling with lust. your leg hitches higher on his chest.

“i’ll be there. for sure.”

your smile could light up the night sky. could rule the tide and guide boats home. zuko finds it difficult to say no to you, especially when all your wants and asks are pretty much within his means. besides getting you a flying bison. he still hasn’t broken the news that it’s not likely you can have one since neither of you are airbenders. anyway.

but to you, as much as you love the luxuries his life can provide, you don’t see him as the royal fire lord. you treat him casually, like his friends do and at this earth tribe party, his only title will be yours. it’s times when you try to demand him to return back to bed in the morning that will always drive him crazy. these aren’t dynamics that are supposed to work, but they do.

“okay,” you roll your lips in, then out before flinging your whole body onto him in an embrace. it’s easy. how his arms circle around your smaller frame, your face tucking into his neck to place a kiss and how his gravely chuckle jumps out of him.

“okay, okay,” he squeezes your asscheek playfully, “what does your granny like? i can go down to the market and get her a few things.”

“you don’t need to get a gift, zu. i’m making her a bracelet that can be from the both of us.”

zuko’s grin doesn’t let up. the idea that even though he is your boyfriend, he will turn up empty handed and name your gift as his? 

“sweet, but i’m not doing that. heavens forbid.”

you roll your eyes but lay your lips over his in a kiss which only turns into him pushing you onto your back into his bed and opening your legs so he can slot between them.

on the day of your granny’s birthday, you meet zuko without his entourage outside of your home.

“hello baby.”

you pause for half a second before resuming your pace. that doesn’t last long until you’re jogging up to meet zuko, just to look at him closer and faster.

“hi! you look adorable,” you coo and he doesn’t swat away your fluttering hand. he lets you cup his cheek, your eyes gazing all the way down his body.

he’s still in fire nation robes, but civilian ones. he stands before you, in your kingdom, sans a crown or any golden jewellery, his armour off. just burgundy trousers, black boots, a classic grey long sleeve undershirt and a maroon tunic on top. you know the fire insignia will be sewn on the inside of the sleeves if you had a look. the gold thread on the collar and ends of his undershirt are the only signs of wealth and quality. aside from that, he appears to just be your firebending boyfriend, going to an elder’s birthday.

zuko’s got his hair all up in a bun, one he’s embarrassed to have attempted numerous times to get perfect, so you looking at him with gooey eyes causes him to puff out his chest in pride. he lets a few hairs frame his face and like always, you tuck the side that covers his scarred eye behind his ear. the one thing that will always make it difficult to not mistake him for being the fire lord.

you’re too engrossed in his appearance to notice the wooden box he’s holding, about the width of his chest and four inches outwards.

“you look beautiful,” he hums, bending down to meet your face, “kiss me hello, princess.”

“thank you, kind sir,” you play, slinking your arms around his neck as he adjusts to hold the box on one hip.

outside your quiet apartment, zuko slips his tongue into your mouth, pulling you to him with a bare hand on the sliver of skin exposed from your sage bandeau and loose brown linen trousers. he grunts into the kiss, feeling the rumble of his large body with your hand on his chest.

“i’m so nervous for this,” he whispers against your lips, pulling you back in by sucking your tongue. you don’t have to reply before you’re practically moaning into his mouth, careful not to mess up his bun with the desperate need to rake your fingers over his scalp.

you manage to pull away, slightly breathless, “no, you don’t have to be! i’ve told everyone i’m bringing someone.”

he drops his head to your shoulder with a sigh, “but do they know it’s me?”

you smile, just a tiny one, “they’ve never met you.”

he growls into your neck, “you know what i’m asking.”

“do they know you’re the great and powerful fire lord?” he pokes your side and you yelp in a giggle, “two of my friends know of you. but nobody knows you but me.”

zuko lifts his head.

“nobody knows zuko, my zuko.”

he exhales, rubs his hand down his face.

“if i love you, so will everyone else,” you comfort, taking his hand in yours to start walking to the party, “now what’s in the box?”

the only people that mention zuko being the fire lord are a group of your little cousins who run circles around him, pulling at his maroon garments to get his attention.

there’s three of them— all missing teeth, holding stones to practice earthbending and full of questions for your boyfriend.

“are you the fire lord? you look like him!”

“no. he doesn’t have the crown.”

“but he’s only got one eyebrow,” your cousin points to their own eyebrows, “see, we have two.”

“is it true you know the avatar?”

“can i see some fire tricks? i can show you my earthbending!” complete with your cousin throwing her rocks in the air and them all plopping onto the ground with a clonk.

“zuko can talk to you all later about firebending. now where’s great granny?” 

amongst all the balloons, banners and food, you follow the little fingers to the back where there is a stone stool, covered in forest coloured cushions and orange flowers. your granny is seated right in the middle, surrounded the older members of the tribe and all your agemates.

zuko smiles at the kids, lays his palm out in front of him to show off a quick small burst of fire. they all release a chorus of wows. “i’ll show you later if my lady here lets me.”

you roll your eyes, grabbing his heated palm as the kids squeal, “c’mon!”

zuko’s grip gets tighter when you near your family. all in multiple different shades of mossy green to honey yellows with the earth insignia at the sleeves. 

“happy birthday granny!” you squeal, letting go of zuko to kiss your granny’s wrinkled yet soft cheek and hold her calloused hands. “are you enjoying your day?”

“my dear, i’m happy to see you’ve made it,” she squeezes your fingertips, crinkled eyes squinting up at you. there’s screams of kids in the background, the teens playing further back and your siblings chatting at one of the tables. but in the presence of your granny, your world stills, listening to every word she says.

“of course!” then you gesture zuko to come forward. he does cautiously, bowing lightly to your granny, the woman who’s taken part in raising you your whole life. “this is zuko,” then you giggle girlishly, “i think he’s the love of my life.”

you tell zuko this often, without the i think at the beginning. wrapped in his arms in bed, sugar dusted confessions beneath the sheets or when you take walks along the ocean at midnight. a few times it’s slipped out when he served you plates of food in front of his friends and every single time, he ends up with cheeks as red as his clothes.

“is it now? let me see this boy.”

zuko takes that as his turn to talk, hoping the sweat along his brow isn’t reflecting in the sun, “hello granny. it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

the smile your granny had for you falls, eyeing down the man you brought with you. you watch as she runs her eyes over his clothing, the golden stitching of his undershirt, his new freshly ironed robes. then his eye, the raised reddened skin around it.

“is this the fire lord?” she asks you and zuko’s wide pupils bounce to yours.

“that’s just his day job—,”

“do you love my child?” she presses, her attention back on zuko. 

even you can’t judge where she’s going with this, your posture straightening as you await zuko’s answer, like there’s a possibility he will deny you in front of everyone you love.

it seems to be the easiest question of the day as zuko, still holding his gift, nods. “of course, with my whole heart. the easiest thing i’ve ever done.”

“awe,” you whisper and zuko grabs your hand with an ease unlike before.

one of your (rather annoying) aunties butt in, arms folded, seizing up the fire lord. “yn is one of our most beautiful women.”

“yn’s beauty is the least interesting thing about her.”

it’s as if the whole tribe goes silent, not quite understanding what zuko means. though here you see the qualities of the fire lord rise to the surface with the speed of a wildfire. 

he stands tall, straight, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

your granny squints with questioning, while your aunties gather with furrowed brows.

“yn is strong, kind and an intellectual. strong with her bending, strong in her willpower, strong to handle everything life throws at her and still stays by me day after day. the kindest human i’ve ever met. i’ve never seen her think about herself first and she’s shown me love in a way i’ve missed my whole life.” he kisses your palm, “checks for my wounds, offers to manage my accounts. then the smartest smartest person. proves me wrong daily, knows the most random facts and could rule a kingdom if she wanted. though she’d never admit it.”

you swat his arm at that, shyly looking to the ground, “stop zu!”

he laughs, his amber eyes are the softest they’ve ever been. he looks nothing like the fire lord who sits on his throne with the layers of robes and heavy golden jewellery. here he looks like a local boy from another nation, convincing his family he’s made for you.

“but also yes, yn is beautiful. i knew from the day i saw her that i’d love her.”

there’s a range of emotions on the members of your tribe. some with watery eyes, others with gleeful smiles. a few in awe, at the fire lord so effortlessly baring his soul for you in front of everyone who loves you.

“hm,” your granny huffs but you don’t miss the crescent moon smiles in her eyes, “you’d look good in green. yn you must have a shawl you can give him. a scarf?”

a peace offering. you chuckle, nodding unable to take your eyes off zuko, “yes i can, if he wants?”

earth nation robes reminds zuko of a specific period of his youth. he did look good in them. “sure. a shade that goes with the red.”

“also, i got this as a gift for you,” zuko bows when he hands the box to your granny, lightly settling it on her lap. 

your granny loves a gift, a fact you didn’t mention to zuko because you knew it would only stress him out more. “oh! you didn’t have to, my boy.”

zuko glances over at you, in shock already. my boy? you shrug playfully.

“delicacies from my kingdom.”

the wooden chest is opened to find cheeses, fruits and chocolate over green fabric. some foods you’ve yet to even try. you point to a chocolate in the corner, white chocolate stripes over a block of milk chocolate. 

“that one looks tasty!”

but you’re forgotten as your granny takes zuko’s hand with a greedy smile, you’re wondering if your boyfriend is about to get poached. “what a thoughtful gift. i will be trying these all.”

“everyone loves you here,” you whisper to him as you drunkenly sway to the music your family members play in the distance. “almost as much as i do.”

after practically sharing zuko with every mother, father, auntie, uncle, cousin and your granny who even told your boyfriend to pull up a chair after dinner to talk, finally they’ve given him back to you.

all in one green and red piece. 

he’s only had a few drinks, nothing close to how many you’ve thrown back but with your tribe, you’ve always been able to relax. for zuko, it’s the first time he’s ever seen you so… yourself in public.

you’re not overthinking every comment you make. your laughs are booming, not covering your mouth. you also inhale all the food on the tables, swearing it’s better than anything he’s ever tasted because your tribe made it.

you’ve danced with every family member, dragged him away from your cousins when he had to answer his twentieth question about the avatar but just as you get him, your teen cousins ask him to spar. this time you fold your arms in front of zuko, protecting him from their weedy selves, “he’s here for granny and me! not to fight you!”

“sorry, have to listen to the misses here.” he pipes up.

so in zuko’s arms, away from your tribe, you appreciate the reprieve they give. 

“how about i give up being the fire lord and just become your husband here?” he chuckles, kissing your forehead as he sways you to the music. zuko’s hands appropriately stay on your hips, despite the desperate want to grope you just a little.

you stare at him with wet round eyes, bottom lip jutted out, “don’t tempt me and you better not be proposing to me here.”

you’re pretty with the candle lights surrounding you, braided hair dancing to the opposite way of your hips. there’s even a daffodil tucked into a braid by an auntie earlier. the more you’ve drunk, zuko’s been on watch that your skirt is still facing the correct way and your bandeau isn’t revealing too much cleavage that you’d usually allow. every clothing adjustment attempt zuko’s made has been met with a deviant smirk from you.

you’re about to kiss him, yank his hair out of his bun and have his gorgeous locks flow all around his face. instead you have to throw up a wall of dirt when a little cousin comes zooming to your feet. “go back to auntie! zuko’s mine now.”

there’s a loud whine when the kid spins around, pottering back off.

“i’m not proposing to you now. you’ll know when i’m proposing to you.” he hums, kissing your cheek, pulling you tight to his chest. he inhales your hair like he always does, peppermint and wafts of orange. 

“okay. not now though, i’m not ready yet,” you tell him firmly and zuko’s smile stays put. he nods in understanding. “i loved your little speech earlier.”

his cheeks beam a berry red, looking away from your piercing gaze. you look like you want to eat him in one gulp whilst simultaneously take your time with him. 

“just wanted everyone to know i am serious about you and you know, despite my title and priorities… you’re important to me.” his lashes flutter over to you at the end. the grip on your hips tighten, pulling you in to feel his hardening length against your stomach. your next inhale is sharp.

“d-don’t. my family is here.” you warn, but you still snuggle against him, wrapping your arms around his neck and rubbing your nose against his, “you can’t be adorable and…” he brushes his lips along your jaw. you clench your eyes shut. “zu… we can’t. later.”

“i know, i know,” and you hear the lust heavy and thick in his voice. he lays one kiss behind your ear, “i love you more today than i did yesterday.”

you want to tug his hair, have him expose that throat so you can mark it up. “i love you too, so much more. you were so sweet with everyone, made me want to cry. take you home for myself.”

you shiver at the brush of cold air as the sky darkens, the lights surrounding you getting brighter to manage. zuko is quick, shrugging off the shawl you gave him earlier to wrap around your shoulders and lightly heating his hands to hug you back into him.

“i was on my best behaviour, wasn’t i?” he grins, stunning as always. your stomach can’t help but heat.

you nod, chewing down on your lip, “one more hour, we pack up the food and we go, okay?”

“it’s up to you, baby. whenever you want.”

“i’m rewarding you when we get back.” your tone ends on a sensual tilt, one that has all the blood in zuko’s body rushing south.

“you’ll be on my face then,” he mumbles and you can’t reply because aunties are rushing over to you, dragging you back into the crowd to sing songs and listen to stories.