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"can we help you?" she asks in such a fake polite voice that you can't control your face as you cringe.

"we'll just look around, thanks!" chifuyu flashes her his best customer service smile, one you've seen so many times when he's trying to rein in his company.

"actually, miss?" you turn as the most familiar—your favourite—voice calls out, and you're met face to face with baji's sharp grin. "help me pick out something from here?"

you push yourself away from the cash desk and let out a pretend annoyed sigh as you walk past your co-worker, joining the guys somewhere between the racks of now unevenly hanging t-shirts. kazutora gives you a shy smile that almost screams "my bad" but honestly you can't even be that mad, at least you'll have something to do after they leave.

"had to bring your entire circus?" you murmur into baji's ear as soon as you join him in the corner of the store where the cameras don't reach. his hand finds its favourite purchase on your lower back, making it easy to pull you in for a quick kiss while the boys are distracting your co-worker.

"you'll see." he responds as he reluctantly pulls away and rifles through a bunch of hanging t-shirts and picks out a few, seemingly at random. you take a look at one of them, nodding appreciatively, it just might be something he would want to wear even though he picked it out as a scheme to spend a little more time with you during a miserably boring shift.

"they're gonna drive her crazy." you grin, pretending to help him find his size in a few items while a few of baji's division members ask stupid questions at the other end of the store.

he suddenly grabs your wrist and quickly drags you after him into a changing room. the curtain closes with a sense of finality, a security of being away from prying eyes so you can wrap your arms around his waist and lean into his chest, face-first, taking a big sniff.

"eh, you weirdo…" he ruffles your hair and hooks his finger under your chin to lift your head enough for a good, slow, deep kiss. "i hate that i can't do that all day."

you nod and keep your lips in a little pout before he kisses you again, this time pushing you towards the wall. as your back meets it, his hands trail down to your hips, kneading them while you hum against his mouth.

it's no surprise that he coaxes a small moan out of your mouth, after all, he knows your body like the back of his hand, all the tiny touches that have you bloom for him and unravel like a spool. his knee almost automatically slots between your thighs, at this point it's like a reflex whenever he has you caged in against the wall like this.

"kei—" you warn, pulling away from the kiss but he barely gives you a chance to say his name before he's kissing down your neck, rendering any protest dead in your throat.

all that your fingers do is run through his long hair while his hook under the waistband of your pants and slip into your panties, quickly slotting between your neglected folds and start rubbing your clit. your traitorous thighs slightly spread, allowing him to kiss down your chest even if it is over the store logo on your work uniform until he quietly gets on his knees.

the look in his eyes is nothing short of mischievous as he pulls his hand from your panties and instead lowers your pants until they pool at your feet. you're already breathing a little faster, and he's barely touched you.

"you called, i came." he explains it in such simple terms. you didn't even call him, you simply texted him saying you hated it today and couldn't wait to see him, but he's been good at reading between the lines for some time now, especially if it includes him or you getting off… or both of you, of course. "and now you're gonna come, too."

baji looks so happy with himself, down on his knees with his chin so conveniently leaning against your stomach while he lifts your leg up and rests your thigh on his shoulder.

he doesn't dive in head-first though you know he wants to. so badly. but he'll be damned if he wastes this prime opportunity to get you even more wet, even more gasping so that when he finally puts his mouth on you, your cunt will be so grateful and slick that you'll be moaning his name in that voice he likes to hear. you know his little games—you've played with him many times before.

baji doesn't take his eyes off of you when he returns to touch you, when he rolls your soft, sensitive little clit under the pad of his thumb. you can try not to bite your lip as much as you want, but you have to keep the noise down somehow. a shame. he's sliding that same thumb up and down your slick slit as he turns his head just to give your inner thigh a kiss or two.

as soon as his thumb starts gliding faster, easier, he starts rubbing soft circles around your clit. your slick cunt tries to clench, but there's nothing to keep inside, nothing to wrap around, so he slowly slides a finger into you. a barely-there gasp leaves your lips, you can see the flash of a smirk on his face, though, because he's looking down to where his deft digit slips into your pussy, watching as your needy walls close around his knuckles.

"been missing this," he whispers, leaning in to press his pouted lips against your inner thigh, "should be allowed to come fuck you every day on your shift."

you doubt that would fly with your manager, but you don't want to sass him back just yet. your leg tenses against his back as he trails slow kisses up your soft thigh until he stops at your soaked pussy. slowly, he pulls his finger out, causing a whine to stop right as you smack your mouth with your hand. you close around nothing again, feeling the wetness coat your folds. baji admires the view for a moment, but then finally… finally… brings his face closer and kisses your clit.

your other hand finds its place in his hair. you're not bringing him closer yet, letting him savour you as his tongue darts out and spreads your folds.his arms wrap around your thighs, keeping you still while open-mouthed kisses rain on your wet, slippery cunt.

you so desperately want to roll your hips, to feel his nose rub against your clit while his tongue fucks you, but he's holding you tightly. moans crash against your palm, eyes rolling back, baji's tongue trails the same path that his thumb was doing just a little earlier. he's well aware of how your body reacts to his every move. he's been studying the movements that have you come undone. the best feeling, though, is the tingling in your toes as you feel his tongue tracing letters on your pussy.

k, the tip of his tongue flicks your clit and makes you whimper softly.

e, he hums against your folds, making your heel dig into his back.

i, the dot at the top is his lips wrapped around your sensitive nub, sucking on it until you tug on his hair a little harder.

s, the wide swirls around your freshly released clit turn into the flat of his tongue running down your slit, tip of his tongue dipping briefly into your cunt as it tries to clench around it.

u, you whimper quietly, feeling your hand vibrate against your parted lips as baji avoids your very impatient pussy, making you try to angle your hips better until his nose nudges your clit.

k, a repeat of the beginning, you're trembling against the wall now, doing everything you can not to cry out like your nerve endings are urging you to, because he knows exactly how to play your body and make you dissolve for him.

e, that final press of his sweetened tongue, the hum of his vibrating lips sends you over the edge and you pull on the long strands of his hair, making him only bury his face deeper between your pretty folds so soaked with his saliva and your arousal that he's drinking you in.

you can feel him grin. his mouth shapes infinity signs across your weeping cunt to get you down the same way he lifted you up to that high, and he murmurs something, he's always praising you when you cum like this for him, always grateful that he can taste you on his tongue.

it's an exercise in self-control, the fact that he's been eating you out and wasted any time he could've used to sink his cock into that warm precious cunt of yours. but this is about you, not him. you confided in him, so he came to save you from a full shift without his usual shenanigans, a full day of the boring old crone that tests your patience and the sheer stupidity of the few people that do come in on slow days like this one. this is about you and how much he loves to make you gasp like that. moan like that. melt on the tip of his tongue like that.

he's not finished. as your shudders get fewer and further between, his licks turn to sweet tender kisses. your folds tingle with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and his lips press against them and especially against your tender clit, almost as if thanking it for giving him a perfect dessert.

once he's on his feet, your leg lowered off his shoulder and your pants pulled up with slow tugs of the waistband over your trembling thighs, he's pressing you against that wall again, holding you by the waist and sinking his lips into a deep kiss on your mouth so you can taste how he felt being on his knees for you.

one hand glides up your side to cup your flushed face, gently brushing the apple of your cheek as if he can remove the pink tint covering your skin.

"how's that for a distraction?" he grins, dipping down to nibble on your bottom lip as you groan and playfully push his shoulder.

"a damn good one, but we've been a while. need to go back out." you try to escape but he steps a little closer, pressing his crotch against your abdomen so you can feel just how good tasting you made him feel.

"tease… but fine. we'll do it again later, hm?" one more kiss lands on your pout before he releases you and lets you wobble for a second before you regain your balance.

"i need to check what those idiots are doing." you mumble and pull back the curtain just enough to get past it.

in the mirror, you fix your hair and pull the hem of your shirt down, making sure you can't be found out. it's enough that you walk funny and your legs feel a little like jelly.

chifuyu is trying on a denim jacket in the other end of the store when you spot him, with your co-worker standing nearby with her arms folded. she's giving him fashion advice, you can tell that much from the self-important look on her face and the expression on his, all the while kazutora is throwing a flannel shirt over another guy's head—from his reaction this isn't the first time it's happened.

"where have you been?" she turns to you, eyebrow raised as chifuyu shrugs that jacket off and starts putting it back on the hanger.

"putting a bunch of clothes on the hangers, someone left a real mess in the changing room."

"hmph," she lifts her nose, "bet they won't even buy anything."

only, it's a little too loud not to be overheard, so you roll your eyes at her and shoot an apologetic smile at chifuyu. baji emerges from the changing room carrying that one t-shirt that you nodded at when he pulled it from the hanger. he walks to the register and you follow, ringing him up for it while your co-worker keeps an eye on the rest of them.

"you didn't have to get it." you murmur as he presses his phone against the card reader and takes the bag from your hands.

"no, but you thought i'd look good in it, didn't you?"

you blush a little, smiling as you rip the slip from the card reader and shove it into the bag as well. "i think you look good in anything… or nothing. especially nothing."

he laughs and the boys gather around him, ready to leave the store as soon as he's done. "you've been very helpful, miss." he says loudly enough that the co-worker can hear, and winks at you as he turns towards the door.

they leave and the store is once again plunged into a boring silence, broken only by the faint sounds of the radio rotating those same songs over and over all day long.

"all that mess for one t-shirt?" she rolls her eyes, leaning her elbows on the cash desk ready for another few hours of bullshit complaints about absolutely nothing.

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