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“helloooo im still on the call y’know,” your friend brings you back to reality. you giggle, apologizing before focusing at the task on hand once more. “what’s his address? send it, let’s see what kind of neighborhood he lives in,” your friend wiggles her brows at you and you immediately screenshot the house and send a link over.

your fingers move quicker than your eyes, too used to her contact being the first to pop up on the share button. you’d forgotten how often you’d been sending things to caleb.

“did you get it?” you ask, already scrolling down the street of his house in skyhaven.

“no? you haven’t sent me anything yet,” she replies easily. the color drains from your face as you open your message app.

[1 screenshot sent]

[1 link attatched]

all sent to caleb.

“oh my god, I’m so fucked dude,” your eyes widen, heart falling through your ass as the one word you now dreaded the most appeared in conversation. read.

“why what happened?”

“I sent him his own address. I’ve never once been over.” the mortification is obvious in your face, your friend immediately mirrors your expression.

“maybe you can unsend it?”

me: oh my god i swear this isn’t what it looks like

“he read it- fuck he’s typing oh my god I’m so fucked it’s so over for me, I’m so fucking—”

caleb :P : i live in the next house over not that one. 104, not 105

“holy fuck,” you mumbled, heart racing as you read his text over for the nth time, your friend shrieks over the phone. okay maybe you’re not completely done for.

caleb sits in bed, smiling at his screen.

you’d finally taken the bait, followed the trail he’d left of himself online. pretty posed pictures, a perfectly curated account. everything you liked and everything you wanted. he put just enough information for you to find everything you’d wanted if you dug juuust a bit, if you were like him. and now he knows you were like him.

caleb is relieved, shutting the live feed off from the camera he’d installed in your bedroom. you’ll be over at his tomorrow, he’ll make sure of it.

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After recently joining Tokyo high, I’ve become quick friends with everyone. Gojo and Geto never fail to make me laugh, Haibara can always cheer me up, Shoko just understands me without me even having to say anything, and Nanami..

I had fallen for Nanami at first sight. How couldn’t I? He was everything I had wanted in a guy.

It’s been two months since I joined, and I’ve yet to had a chance to talk to Nanami one-on-one. He only ever speaks to me in a group setting, and I’m worried I might’ve said or done something that upset him, because why else would he not want anything to do with me?!

Shoko wraps an arm around my shoulder as we walk, and I lean my head against hers and pout.

“Shokoooo” I whined, a pout forming on my face. Shoko had been the one I confided in, trusted with my secret about my feelings towards Nanami. Shoko smiled, “Y/n, I promise you he doesn’t hate you, he totally has the hots for you. He’s just got a stick up his ass and is too afraid to talk to you.”

I groaned. “He totally wants me to die and just transfer schools..” Shoko giggled and reminds me of how crazy I sound, and that I should try to have fun and not focus on him for now.

“Nanami when are you gonna actually say something to Y/n? She looks like a kicked puppy every-time you freeze up like a robot.” Gojo questioned, one arm propped up on Geto’s shoulder as they walked side by side together, with Haibara walking next to Nanami, who walks next to Gojo.

Nanami contemplated Gojo’s words. He made a good point, but it was hard to explain to someone whose personality was so different than his. Gojo doesn’t get scared, not of girls, (maybe because he’s attractive) but Nanami hasn’t seen him scared of anything. He always has a smile on his face and Geto next to him.

“Y/n is a beautiful girl, I don’t blame you Nanami for getting flustered. However I wonder how you’re gonna ask her out.” Geto added. Gojo smirks, “Y/n is a total babe, but she can’t compare to Waka Inoue!” Nanami rolls his eyes and Haibara nervously laughs, worried he might get glared at by Nanami for laughing at Gojo’s joke.

Haibara rubs a comforting hand on Nanami’s upper back, smiling at the blond male. “Nanami, I believe in you no matter what. I’m right here, best wingman ever at your service!”

A small smile washes onto Nanami’s face, “Thank you, Haibara. I appreciate that. I definitely will need your help.”

Gojo and Geto chime in, agreeing that they’ll offer to help as well. Nanami wishes they didn’t hear him.

At the arcade, I stand behind Nanami, trying to pretend I’m not ogling him and that I’m just watching him play air hockey with Geto. Currently Nanami had beaten Gojo and Shoko, but Haibara was next to see if he could destroy Nanami’s winning streak.

Gojo stands next to Nanami and his eyes dart to me before looking back at Nanami, and then a lightbulb goes off in his head. “Hey Y/n, what’s your type in a guy?”

Nanami freezes and Geto takes it as his chance to score a point, but messes up due to Shoko bumping into him accidentally.

I blink, my face turning pink as I glance at Nanami, who’s super focused and look back at Gojo. “Uhh.. I dunno.. give me an example.”

Gojo pretends to think and scratches his chin before he asks “What about tall.. handsome.. blond hair.. and maybe a cool eye color, not like mine, but…” Gojo takes a quick glance at Nanami’s eyes before continuing—“ hazel eye color?”

I think for a second, but the only thing that comes to my mind is Nanami, and before I can even think before speaking I blurt out “You’re just describing Nanami!”

Cheering comes from Geto and Shoko as Nanami had whipped his head around so fast and caused himself to lose the game, making Haibara whine about how he didn’t get a chance to play.

Gojo lets out a chuckle and pokes Nanami in the ribs, “Ooh Nanami you hear that? Y/n just called you handsome.”

My cheeks are burning hot, and I stutter as I explain that wait, I was just— it’s not—

But Nanami can’t even hear anything anymore, the only thing he’s processed is the fact that you called him handsome, and he thinks he must be in heaven.

The next day in class, Geto decides to help Nanami in gaining courage and confidence to ask you out. Nanami figures Geto might be more helpful, but he forgets that while Geto is Gojo’s other half, he’s more annoying than Gojo himself.

Nanami is sitting in class staring at you when all of a sudden Geto gets up and walks up to you, interrupting Shoko’s conversation with you.

“Y/n, we should go out sometime and get lunch together downtown. We would be such a cute couple, right?” Geto interjects. The classroom goes silent as they wait for your response.

I stare in disbelief. I make eye contact with Shoko, wondering if I woke up in some alternate universe where Geto just asked me out. Except I can’t tell if he’s joking or not. I deadpan, and look Geto up and down and look at Gojo to see if he’s serious or not, but Gojo just looks dumb as ever so that’s not really helpful—

“Uh. No thanks, Geto. I don’t like guys with long hair, we can totally be friends though.”

Haibara beams and shakes Nanami by the shoulders, as Nanami’s eyes widen and internally he praises every high being that blessed him that this moment is happening, but Gojo pokes Nanami on the shoulder and whispers “You need to get rid of those bangs eventually though, they’re almost like Suguru’s”.

Immediately Nanami freezes and wants to die. Haibara has to catch Nanami before he face-plants on the desk.

I’m walking next to Shoko and Geto as he and I talk about the last mission we went on together, when we overhear Gojo, Haibara, and Nanami’s conversation.

“He needs to cut his hair! He can barely see through his bangs, he has to part his hair to the side. What happens when he’s on a mission and his hair gets in his face?! He’s gonna die!” Gojo exclaims, and Nanami pinches his nose in irritation at how loudly Gojo is speaking.

“He looks fine! He shouldn’t have to change himself, plus, it’s the style! He has to keep his hair, what if he looks ugly?! No offense, Nanami—“

“What are you guys going on about? Nanami’s changing his hair?” Shoko interrupts, as the three stop their arguing and look up at us. I make eye contact with Nanami and I smile at him, before he looks away with flushed cheeks. Weird. It isn’t even summer yet..?

“He’s thinking about getting a new hairstyle before we graduate, but I don’t think he should!”

“And I totally think he should! Come on Haibara, you’re gonna make him fumble!” Gojo whined.

I look at Nanami and see annoyance all over his face, and I feel bad, deciding to add a neutral opinion to help him.

“I think Nanami would look handsome either way! Personally, I dont care how his hair looks. I think whatever he likes and feels confident in the most will be the best!” I added, smiling at Nanami.

Nanami feels his heart stop and restart. He thinks he just fell in love with you more.

Gojo groans at the corny love display, before showing a picture of a slicked back look that’s slightly messy.

“What if he did this?” I lean down to look at the image, back at Nanami, and then back at the image before picturing it. Fuck, he’d look super hot.. especially if he wore a business man suit, and he were to take off his tie and use it on me and—

I turn a bright red and stand right up, turning to walk away and avoiding eye contact with Nanami. I need to get ahold of myself!

Nanami notices my expression and turns to Geto, a serious look in his eye as he demands: “We’re doing it.” Haibara facepalms in the background.

On Sunday, on the way to do my laundry I turn the corner and I run into Nanami. I stumble, almost falling backwards before Nanami places a hand on the back of my waist and almost falling backwards before Nanami places a hand on the back of my waist in order to stable me, but his hold slips and I land on my ass. Great, I have to die now.

“Sorry Nanami! I didn’t see you there, I didn’t—- Oh my…” I trailed off as I look up and notice Nanami’s new haircut, and I swear flowers started blooming and music started playing as I looked at him. His blond hair has been trimmed, framing his face. His hair is nearly parted, and his bangs, much shorter now swoop on the side of his hair.

“Y/n.. are you alright? You’ve been staring at my face for quite some time now..”

Oh my god I need to control myself—

“Y-Yes! I’m totally fine, I was just noticing your hair.. it’s.. d-different!” I stutter, standing up and brush past him, hoping he doesn’t catch my flustered face or notice my nosebleed. I call Shoko as soon as I’m far enough, and I tell her how badly I need Nanami.

—-

Nanami stands, staring down the hallway you had just run down. Gojo comes up from behind with Haibara, as he places a hand on Nanami’s shoulder.

“I’m confused.. why did she run away?” Nanami murmurs, frowning. Gojo smirks, an evil idea coming to his head.

“Maybe you’re not strong enough like me? Y’know, since you totally couldn’t catch her and she busted her ass in front of you.” Gojo snickers, as Haibara notices a single dropped sock on the ground.

“Nanami, you should train to be super buff like superman, and then give her back her missing sock! She’ll definitely fall in love with you then!”

Gojo agrees, and the next weekend they go out to purchase protein shakes and food to help Nanami impress you. Gojo puts up a shirtless poster up on Nanami’s wall to encourage him, against Nanami’s arguments.

—

The following morning, you walk to Nanami’s room with Haibara and Utahime to see if she left her notebook behind before class starts. Nanami slides his door open and lets you all in. You cheer internally knowing you can use this time to see what Nanami’s room looks like. You look over, seeing the mirror on the wall (next to the poster) and you see Nanami in the reflection. Thinking, wow, even the back of his new hair is so sexy, you accidentally think aloud—

“Woah, who’s that hottie over there?” You point, and everyone looks at the poster instead of the mirror. Utahime groans, “Get a hold of yourself! It’s not even 8 in the morning!”

Nanami’s grits his teeth, and taps on Haibara signaling him to stay behind as Utahime and you leave the room, as you tell her you were just joking—

“I need to look better than that man. I need to look like superman. Even better, actually.” Nanami commands. Haibara laughs. “How are you going to be better than a guy who can literally fly and shoot lasers out of his eyes?”

“Watch me.”

-

Eventually everyone gets tired of Nanami freezing whenever you smile at him, and they all decide that it’s up to Haibara to get Nanami to confess.

-

A month later, I’m sitting outside with Gojo, Geto, and Shoko drinking soda’s as we talk about our plans for the upcoming holiday break. Shoko plans on asking Utahime out, saying “I’m not gonna chicken out anymore, the only thing scarier than her rejecting me is Gojo when he’s hungry.” We all laugh, and then the conversation shifts to me.

“Speaking of, Y/n, you need to confess already.” Shoko adds, making me yelp and punch her shoulder. “Shoko! You’re not supposed to say that in front of them!”

“It’s not like we didn’t know, it’s so obvious.” Geto interjects, making me groan in embarrassment. If everyone can tell, that must mean Nanami knows and he’s just been purposefully avoiding me. I slam my hands into my face and flop onto Shoko’s shoulder as she rubs my arms to console me.

Haibara and Nanami stand at the vending machines, as Haibara hypes Nanami to confess.

“Haibara, I can’t, I simply can’t even think straight around her.”

“Nanami! You’ve faced cursed scarier than this! What if you were to die tomorrow, would you wanna die without knowing if Y/n likes you back!?” Haibara insisted, shaking Nanami by the shoulders once again. Nanami grumbles, knowing his friend is right and decides to walk over to you and confess.

“Y/n.. a little certain someone is walking over here and looking right at you..” Shoko whispers, as I jolt upright and grab Gojo’s phone to look at myself in the camera and fix my hair.

“Because of your blabbermouth he probably heard us! He’s totally gonna tell me he hates me and thinks I’m such a freak!” I cry, before I fix my makeup and take a deep breath, putting on a smile as Nanami stands in front of me.

Never mind. I think I’d rather die than live in a world where she tells me she thinks I’m weird, and that she doesn’t feel the same way at all. Nanami’s confidence floated away the second he got closer to you and suddenly he stands in front of you, not saying anything.

Nanami bristles at the sight of you smiling up at him, the sunshine hitting your hair, making it flow a lighter shade, as the wind caresses your hair, and your eyelashes flutter with each blink. Your eyes staring deep into Nanami’s, making his cheeks warm up and forget what he was going to say.

Nanami stands there, staring at me. I nervously glance to Gojo and Shoko, who are rolling their eyes (because this isn’t the first time Nanami has been love struck by you)

“N-Nanami, are you okay? Did you want to say something?”

Nanami blinks, before shaking his head. “No, sorry, I didn’t want to say anything to you.” He stated, his bluntness slapping you in the face. I cringe, “Oh sorry, my bad.. uh.. did you want to sit here? I can leave—“

Haibara’s voice echoes in Nanami’s head: “Would you wanna die without knowing if Y/n likes you back?” Tied with the sad look on your face, Nanami’s doubts evaporate, and he decides to confess his feelings no matter the outcome. Nanami straightens his shoulders and clears his throat, and reaches for your hand and cups it with his.

“No, you don’t need to apologize, it is me who does. I apologize for my rudeness and boldness, my only excuse is the fact that…” Nanami locks eye contact with you, making sure his words get across correctly. “I think you are the most beautiful, intelligent, and strongest girl in the world. And because of this, my brain stops working and I can’t form a single coherent thought when I’m alone with you.”

Silence falls over everyone, as Haibara sits to the side along with Shoko, Geto and Gojo, as they all stare in shock at the fact that holy shit Nanami actually confessed, but the fact that he didn’t say anything incredibly stupid or embarrass himself.

My heart is racing at Nanami’s confession, and I feel my cheeks turn a bright red.

“I-I feel the same way..” I answer, as Nanamj sighs in relief and feels his heart grow three sizes. “Um.. let’s talk more maybe in private?” I giggle, noticing four pairs of eyes on us as they cheer. Nanami smiles and nods, following behind with a warm soft gaze on me as I hold his hand.

————

“Congratulations Haibara!” Everyone cheers, clinking their glasses. I sit next to Kento, his hand resting on my thigh as we all take a sip of our drinks. We are celebrating his promotion to a Grade 1 Sorcerer, thanks to recommendations from Geto. Shoko and Utahime sit together, along with Gojo and Geto who wear matching teaching uniforms.

It’s been over two years since we have graduated, and we have all gone different ways. Utahime teaches at the Kyoto school, while Shoko is a doctor at Tokyo. I am a grade 1 sorcerer along with Haibara and Kento. Gojo and Geto teach at the school, and Yaga has been promoted to Principal after we graduated.

Kento has changed from his high school self, confidence oozing out of him from everywhere compared to years ago. He sits upright, his hair neatly styled, wearing a dark blue button up with navy slacks. A gold watch I gifted to him on our 3 year anniversary rests on his wrist, the cold metal tickling my thigh.

“Nanamin, you know you’ve gotten totally hotter ever since we graduated. You’re almost a whole new person.” Haibara marveled, as the others stare at the button on Kento’s shirt struggling to hold itself against Kento’s large pecs. Not that I’m looking either..

“Yeah Y/n, damn girl, you’re lucky as hell!” Gojo half jokes, feeling Geto poke Gojo’s side in annoyance. Haibara nods in agreement. Shoko and Utahime roll their eyes as they hold hands under the table.

I laugh, rubbing Kento’s arm as he lets out a mirthful chuckle. “Oh I know, he just keeps getting bigger and better.” I respond, trailing my eyes and hand down his figure, resting my hand on the his hand that rests on my thigh. Everyone lets out a laugh as there’s a crack in Kento’s stoic face, as his ears turn pink at my bold comment. Everyone notices as Kento pretends to wipe something off his face to hide his growing blush. He’s still his highschool-Nanami self at heart. I turn to ask Nanami for water so he can calm himself down, and he presses a kiss on my cheek as he gets out of the booth.

“He’s so down-bad for you, I bet he’d do anything for you, just like the old days.” Shoko jests, as Gojo giggles. I shake my head, blushing my cheeks in denial. “Nuh uh..”

“We can totally prove it, just ask him for a kiss when he comes back.” Geto retorts, and I blush at the thought of Kento kissing me in public, knowing he prefers to be polite to others and only kiss me on the cheek. But on the lips?! He’s definitely say no.. right?

When Kento returns with a cup of water, I sit on his lap and wrap an arm around his neck and give him the best puppy eyes. “Kento.. can I get a kiss?” I ask, and Kento looks down at me and a lustful gaze washes over his eyes, as he lets out a small smirk and nods. He can’t resist my lips at the moment, especially after my comment from earlier. Our lips touch, and before I can break away he continues it, his lips devouring mine as I let out a small gasp. His hands trace my body in my dress, as he pulls me on his lap further and holds my dress down so I don’t flash everyone watching. I’m panting and moaning quietly, opening my mouth to let our tongues dance around each other.

“Trigger warning please, I don’t think anyone wants to see this.” Utahime barks, slapping Kento’s hands that trail over my body. Shoko takes a long swig of her drink. Kento and I remember where we are, and break off the kiss a string of saliva coming off our lips. I’m panting and my eyes are glazed over and I’m literally ruined just from kissing him while Kento looks so composed, (Yet you know that look in his eyes says what he’s thinking. He’s going insane internally, and he was minutes away from taking you to the bathroom and finishing your make-out session.)

"That's not what this is about and you know it," Caleb said, his voice gone quiet, that meant he was past the point of raising it. He stood in the living room with his arms crossed "You've been doing this for months. Every time I'm here you find something. The coffee, the blanket, the remote—"

"She was cold," Valko said. "I gave her the blanket because she was cold. You were sitting right next to her and you didn't notice."

"I noticed."

"You were watching the stupid game."

"I can watch the game and notice she's cold at the same time."

"Clearly not, since I'm the one who got up."

Caleb's eye twitched. Just slightly. "You got up from the other side of the room to bring her a blanket that was sitting six inches from my hand so you could—"

"So I could what, Caleb? Make sure my girlfriend wasn't cold? That's the crime we're prosecuting today?"

"She's my girlfriend too."

"Then act like it."

Caleb uncrossed his arms and stepped forward, and Valko, because Valko had never backed up from anything in his life and wasn't about to start now, also stepped forward to meet him. They ended up in the middle of the living room with their chests almost touching and matching expressions of immovable stubbornness.

"You want to talk about acting like it," Caleb said, very quietly. "Let's talk about last Tuesday."

"I'm gonna need you to be specific."

"You called her ten times, Valko."

"I was checking on her."

"Ten times. In an hour. I was with her. She didn't need to be checked on, she was fine, you just wanted to make sure I knew you were calling"

"This is actually insane," Valko threw one hand up. "You're telling me I'm not allowed to call my girlfriend?"

"Not when I'm with her"

"I'm trying," Valko said, clipped and precise, "to take care of her. Which I realize is a foreign concept to a man whose primary contribution to this relationship is showing up on weekends and looking pretty—"

"I look..." Caleb stopped. A vein in his temple was doing something concerning. "That is not the point—"

"Oh my god, that is enough."

They turned at exactly the same time, the argument dying mid breath, and found you standing in the bedroom doorway. You had your arms crossed, a silk blindfold hanging from each hand, and the expression on your face was one you reserved for occasions when you had reached the outer limit of what you were willing to tolerate.

You looked at Caleb. Then at Valko. Then at the ridiculous amount of physical space they had managed to eliminate between two fully grown men who had, three days ago, been in your bed at the same time without anyone losing a limb.

"I have watched you two argue all day" you said. "You have both been in this relationship for months. You have both—" you paused, choosing words, "demonstrated, repeatedly, that you are capable of being in the same room as each other."

Neither of them said anything. Caleb had the grace to look slightly embarrassed. Valko looked like he wanted to say something and was physically restraining himself.

You held up the blindfolds.

"I'm done mediating. You want to act like you don't know how to share?" Your eyes moved between them, steady and completely unmoved by the combined effect of the two of them standing there looking like scolded golden retrievers. "Then I'll make it simple for everyone."

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The bedroom was very quiet by the time you got them both in there.

They ran out of things to argue about. It was hard to continue a territorial dispute when they couldn't see where they were in the room. They stood where you'd put them, stripped bare, blindfolded, shoulders still carrying the tension from the living room but with nowhere to direct it anymore. Both of them had their hands at their sides, not touching anything, assuming they were far away from each other.

They were not.

They were close enough that if either one of them exhaled too hard they'd feel it. You'd done that on purpose.

You sank to your knees between them and looked up at their faces —both of them tight jawed, heads slightly tilted, trying to orient themselves by sound alone— and took a moment to appreciate the fact that two of the most difficult men you'd ever met were currently standing blindfolded and completely at your mercy because of a disagreement about coffee.

You poured the lube and wrapped your hand around Caleb's cock first.

His head went back immediately, a rough groan pulling out of him, hands gripping his own hips to stop himself from reaching for you. "God, your hand—can do it a bit faster?"

"Don't rush her," Valko's voice came out tighter than he intended. He was trying to figure out from the sound of Caleb's voice exactly how far away he was standing.

You moved your hand to Valko and his whole body shuddered, a sharp exhale escaping through his nose. "Fuck, I've been waiting all day."

"You're both getting it," you said, keeping your voice smooth and even.

You picked up the sleeve from the floor beside you.

Dual entry, no center barrier, ribbed on both ends. They knew you loved toys and they loved using them on you. Neither of them had any reason to suspect what this one was about to do.

You lined it up, shifted your weight onto your heels, and pushed it down over both of them at the same time.

The sound they made was almost identical, two sharp, breathless gasps in perfect sync, the ribbed interior gripping them both tightly. For a second they both just stood there processing the sensation.

Then you pushed them closer, the rest of the way in.

The tips of their cocks met somewhere in the barrierless middle.

"What—" Caleb's whole body recoiled, knees buckling, one hand shooting out sideways for something to grab onto and finding nothing. "What the—what is that—"

Valko made a sound that was not a word in any language. He'd gone completely rigid, every muscle locked up, his chin dropped to his chest.

"Is that—" Caleb's voice came out strange and strained, working through the information his body was sending him with visible effort. "Is that another—is someone else—are you—" He stopped. "What the fuck?"

"That's 'ko," you said pleasantly.

"What the hell—" Valko's hips snapped back on reflex, a choked sound tearing out of him that he was going to pretend hadn't happened. "Sweetheart, what did you just—"

"Relax," you said, both hands clamping down over the center of the sleeve, fingers squeezing the material to keep them where they were. "You didn't want to share so now you're sharing this."

Caleb's breathing had gone completely to pieces. His chest was heaving, jaw working around words that weren't coming out in the right order. "You actually—" A sharp breath. "You seriously—"

You gave the sleeve one slow twisting squeeze and he lost the sentence entirely.

"Look at you both," you teased, from your knees again, looking up at two flushed faces with tremendous satisfaction. "So territorial. So impossible. And completely hard inside the same toy."

"I am hard for you," Valko snapped, the words coming out slightly less convincing than usual given the circumstances. A dark flush had crawled all the way up his neck and into his ears. He tried to step back, thighs shaking. "Take it off. Right now. I am not doing this, I don't—"

"You're not going anywhere."

You delivered the first stroke before he finished the sentence and the sound that came out of both of them at the same time was something you were going to think about for a very long time.

The friction was immediate and overwhelming—the ribbed interior stimulating the entire length of their cocks while they were pressed tip to tip. Neither of them pulled away.

What happened instead was considerably more predictable given who they were.

Valko's jaw set. You felt him shift his weight, recalibrate, and then drive his hips forward hard—a full thrust into the sleeve that was transparently designed to shove Caleb back through force of will. "Move," he said, through his teeth.

"No," Caleb answered and met him head on.😝

The impact of them hitting tip to tip inside the slick toy punched a moan out of both of them, loud enough that you were briefly grateful for the thickness of the bedroom walls.

You started pumping the sleeve to match their rhythm and leaned in. "There you go," you kept your voice low, right in the space between them. "All that energy you've been wasting arguing about coffee." Another stroke, firm and deliberate. "Look how much better this is."

"Don't act smug about this."

"I'm not acting smug," you said, completely smugly, picking up the pace. "I'm just saying. You've both been impossible for three months and it took me five minutes to solve it."

"This isn't solved—" Caleb's voice broke on the last word as you twisted your wrist on the next steoke. He swore, hips stuttering forward. "This is—this is not what I'd call solved—"

"Less talking," you said."More cooperating."

"I am not cooperating with him," Valko thrusted forward again.

Caleb met him again without hesitation.

"Come on, 'ko," you watched his face carefully. "He's pushing you back. Are you really going to let him?"

"Pips—"

"Absolutely not," Valko said through his teeth and reached out blindly until his hands found Caleb's shoulders and dug in. He used the grip to anchor himself, rolling his hips forward in slow circles that ground them together until his voice betrayed him, dropping from furious to undone in the space of a single breath. "I'll—" a shaking exhale, "I'll outlast him. Just like I've done it for months."

"You are shaking," Caleb pointed out, panting, sweat running down his temples and soaking into the edge of his blindfold. His hand had found its way into Valko's hair, gripping tight, the only thing keeping him upright as your hands worked faster. "You're already—you're twitching, I can feel it—you're so close you can't even—"

"Don't," Valko warned.

"You're falling apart and I've barely—haah—" Caleb's smugness dissolved as you squeezed the center of the sleeve. "God—"

"Shut up," Valko's command would have landed better if it hadn't come out an octave higher than his normal voice, cracked clean down the middle by another roll of his hips.

You slid your free hand up the flat of Caleb's stomach, felt every muscle pulled tight, holding back. "Tell me how it feels," you ordered.

"It's—" Caleb's was losing rhythm, the competitive edge bleeding into something desperate. "It's too much. The heat—I can feel him—Pips, please, I'm going to—"

You stopped the stroke immediately, keeping them locked against each other with nowhere to go.

Caleb made a sound that was mostly just suffering.

"Not yet," you said, turning your head slightly. " 'ko. Tell him."

"Tell him what?" Valko gritted out.

"How close you are."

A long silence broken only by both of them breathing like they'd been running.

"Damn it," Valko said finally, the grip on Caleb's shoulders turning white knuckled. "He's—" another shaking breath, "he's too much. Too hot. Everything he does just—" He cut himself off, jaw clenching. "Stop moving, Caleb. I'm serious. Stop—"

"I can't," Caleb moaned, his whole body moved forward, one final thrust that buried him as far into the sleeve as he could go.

Valko's forehead dropped forward, finding Caleb's shoulder, Caleb's hand was still in his hair. Their chests were heaving in the same broken rhythm, breath mingling in the small space.

"There," you said quietly. "Was that so hard?

Slowly, like he was doing it without deciding to, his body moving before his brain caught up, Valko's forehead dragged up from Caleb's shoulder, sliding along the curve of his neck, up his jaw, until it came to rest against Caleb's forehead.

Caleb went completely still. You didn't move. Didn't speak. Just watched.

Valko's hands, still gripping Caleb's shoulders, slowly loosened. Spread flat. Like he was steadying himself against something he hadn't been prepared for. His breath came out ragged and uneven against Caleb's lips.

Caleb's fingers in his hair tightened again and he tilted his head up slightly.

Valko tilted his down.

Their mouths met somewhere in the middle and neither of them made it a question.

It wasn't soft. It was two people who'd been circling each other for months finally landing, all that accumulated tension finding somewhere to go at once—Caleb's hand pulling Valko in by the hair, Valko's hands sliding from Caleb's shoulders to the back of his neck, both of them breathing hard through their noses because neither one was willing to break it long enough to properly inhale.

You started moving the sleeve again. Slow at first. Then faster.

Valko broke the kiss on a sharp desperate sound that Caleb swallowed immediately, pulling him back in, and then both of them stopped pretending there was anything controlled left about any of this. Their hips moved together instead of against each other for the first time, same rhythm, same direction, working into the sleeve in sync while the sounds they were making dissolved from words into something much more honest.

"Together," you said quietly, from below "Both of you."

They came at exactly the same moment, Valko first by a heartbeat, Caleb right behind him, both of them shaking, gripping each other and breathing into each other's mouths while it rolled through them in long waves. Valko made a sound low in his chest that you'd never heard from him before. Caleb's knees buckled and Valko caught him without thinking, arms wrapping around him on reflex, and they stood there holding each other up.

You looked up at both of them, blindfolds askew, foreheads together.

"So," you laughed "Same time next week?"

Caleb laughed first. Just one short exhausted sound, but it was real.

Valko pressed his lips to Caleb's temple, which surprised everyone in the room including him, and said nothing.

You stood up, brushed off your knees, and went to make yourself a cup of coffee. Nobody had taken the last of it this time.

over the next fifteen minutes, valko sniffed your entire upper body over heavily, occasionally stopping to lap at your skin affectionately.

it wasn’t until he had his nose pressed against your crotch that his tail finally gave a wag. he popped his head up and tapped your inner thigh.

“i found the new smell.” he announces, proud of himself.

you glanced down at him and stifled a laugh. “what, my pussy? have you never smelled it before?”

as if realizing what he’d been doing for the first time, valko sat up, his cheeks flushed. “uh- sorry, i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like that.”

“it’s fine, valko, really. we’re dating, anyway. i’ve honestly been waiting for you to work up the courage to get down there.”

you bookmark your page and set the book down, wiggling down to get comfy against your mattress and spread your legs just slightly.

valko’s expression softens slightly, his eyes still full of curiosity. “really?”

“mhmm.” you nod and stretch your arms out, bored. “i can tell you wanna investigate..” you reach down and pull the crotch part of your loose shorts to the side, exposing the dampened fabric of your panties.

the scent hits valko stronger than before and his previous hesitation vanishes. his pupils dilate and drool pools im his mouth, threatening to spill out the corners.

he plops himself back between your thighs and noses your shorts to the side. his nose presses directly against your clit, inhaling deeply and exhaling with loud whines.

you expect him to move your panties to the side and start licking or sucking or something, but he just keeps sniffing you through them like the scent was giving him a high. you let him be for another minute before clearing your throat.

“ko, my love, do you not know how to eat someone out?” you try to ask as nicely as possible, but your voice has a hint of teasing.

he peeks up at you, yellow eyes wide with embarrassment. “no, of course i do, i’m just trying to figure out what the smell is.”

you sigh and press against his forehead, pushing his head out from between your legs. he pouts and is about to start whining again until you peel your shorts and panties off, tossing them somewhere to the side.

you take his hand and run his pointer and middle fingers through your slit, shivering at the stimulation. you guide his fingers to his nose for him to sniff, which he obviously does with vigor.

“it’s arousal. i’m aroused, valko.”

valko sniffs his own fingers heavily, giving you a distracted little. “hmm?”

you groan and grab his jaw, pull it open, and shove his wet fingers into his mouth. “do i need to hols your hand for every little thing? im horny eat me out, finger me, fuck me- do literally anything or i’m using my toys while you watch.”

“you’re horny? like, you want to reproduce?” valko asks, pieces coming together in his head. unfortunately for you, the taste and smell of you has valko’s brain thinking more werewolf than human.

you nod and lay back down, relieved that he seems to suddenly understand. “exactly- well, not quite the reproduction part, but yes to the horny part.”

his tongue was lapping at the liquid drooling from your pussy in an instant, the rough texture a new feeling for you.

it only took a minute or so for you to realize that valko… wasn’t good at this. his tongue was clunky and he was avoiding all the spots he shouldn't avoid.

you cleared your throat and scratched at his fluffy ear. “are you a virgin?”

valko continued delivering slobbery kisses to your hole. “mmhmmmm.” he answered happily, droopy eyes opening up to meet yours. “my mate..”

you raise an eyebrow, skeptical. “you’re telling me you have never slept with anyone else? you??”

he pulled back slightly, biting on your inner thigh. “never. we mate for life, and you’re my mate, aren’t you?”

“well not technically-” you counter, only for him to interrupt you with a growl.

“not yet. this counts as mating. you’re..” he goes right back to sniffing you, whining at the heady scent. his hips roll against the mattress, desperate for stimulation. “you’re in heat, i’ll fix it.”

valko slurped and prodded at your entrance, his tongue sinking in and out experimentally. slowly hur surely, he found a rhythm that made moans bubble out of you and your back arch.

you gripped his plum colored hair and pulled. a tail with the matching plum color popped up behind him and swished back and forth agressively.

your whines and pleas encouraged valko, spurring him on as he doubled his efforts. the more he went, the more wet you got, which increased the scent just millimeters from his nose. he took in big gulps of air through his nose, sniffing you while his mouth was preoccupied.

“valk- mmhhhh, fuck!” your fingers twisted in his hair, holding him still as you ground against his face.

he pushed another finger in beside the first and curled it upwards, tongue swirling around your puffy clit at the same time.

valko humped the bed, his clothed dick hard and leaky as he savored your taste.

you whined his name again and he looked up at you, his yellow eyes glowing and piercing yours in the dark room.

you knew valko was sweet and you knew he would never in a million years hurt you, but when he looked at you like that with his eyes dilated… it felt like he was hunting you.

you didn’t have time to process how helpless that made you feel and how much you liked it before you came. you think you screamed, but you’re not entirely sure. the only thing you know is that when you sat up, your body felt like lead, your head was fuzzy, and valko’s face, hair, and fluffy ears were coated in your cum.

you’d squirted on him- the poor guy had never eaten someone out before, and you’d soaked him.

“shit, i’m so sorry, i didn’t know that would-” you try to apologize, but are cut off by valko continuing yo eat you out, far more ravenous this time.

you squeak and dig your nails into the thick muscle of his shoulder. “what are you doing?! i already came- mmh!”

he hums against you, talking with his mouth full. “i know, it’s all over me- fuck, more, i need more. give me more.” he growled, feral.

your scent was too much for him to handle when it was contained in your pants, but now that it was physically on his skin and seeping into his hair and fur? it was impossible to act with decorum.

valko didn’t relent until you’d came five more times, only stopping once he realized you were crying from overstimulation.

he’d also cum numerous times in his pants, whimpering and whining in both pain and pleasure at how his knot swelled against nothing, throbbing uselessly as he wasted his cum.

valko cuddled you after, laying you on top of him and nuzzling his face (still coated in your cum) against yours. you’d chastized him for that, trying to convince him to wash it off, but he looked at you like you’d asked him to shave his tail. “you marked me, don’t you realize? i’m never cleaning my face.”

you scoff and gnaw at the spot between his shoukder and neck. “i could actually mark you if you want.”

valko’s tail thumped against the bed beside you, wagging happily. “please? please, pleaseee mark me, i’m ready.”

“mmmh. fine. but that makes me the alpha, doesn’t it?” you tease him with a smirk.

valko huffed and raised his lip, showing his fangs. “you don’t have these, do you?”

you laugh and shush him. “quiet down and let me mark you, like a good omega.”

valko growled, but whined happily when you bit at his skin.

a/n: they were supposed to fuck but i got lost im the sauce like valko

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