𝖉𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖆 𖤐

Nose nestled between your breasts as his lips graze against your sternum. His warm right hand rests on the curve of you ass as the other traces the length of your spine, taking his time to feel every vertebra. You take deep, calm breaths every time his digits gently probe the bones, soaking his warmth. 

You smile. On mornings like these he would warm up his hands by using his technique. It was an easy action for him, not draining any energy, but it made you turn into putty and melt into the bed. 

“Good morning.” You coo, not wanting to disturb the peace.

“Mhmhmh.” He mumbles on your skin. 

“What was that love?” You scratch his scalp, his hair let down from his usual buns.

“I don’t want to get up, yet.” His voice raises as he squeezes your cheek.

You chuckle and arch slightly. “Okay, then we won’t get up.” 

He grunts in agreement and kisses your sternum, the the side of your breasts. You sigh and lean back against the pillow, fingers still raking in his hair. His lips graze against your nipple, pressing soft kisses and quick licks. 

“Ah-” You whimper, arching towards his mouth. His other hands keeps groping your ass, fingers digging in your flesh. He grunts and rolls around your areola, finishing with bite and a kiss on the tip. The hand on your spine comes up to you other boob, clutching it with intent. You tug on his hair, obtaining a grunt from him. 

Choso’s thumb circles against your nipple as his mouth continues to explore. Your under-boob, the ridge of your ribs, stopping at your navel. His hands snakes up to find your, lacing your fingers together. As he reaches in between your legs, he plants a kiss on your inner thigh, looking up at you. Red-rimmed eyes squinting at you, full of devotion and desire.

“Can I?” He breathes. 

You nod and reach for your panties, but his own hands stop you, pulling them down himself. The movement is slow and tantalizing, his fingers pull down the lace as he kisses every inch exposed. When your panties are wrapped around your ankle he leans close to your already wet cunt. He gives a tentative lick over your clit, testing the sesitivity of the bud. You breathe. 

He licks lower, tracing the slit. His strong hands pull up your thighs and place them over his shoulders. 

He digs in your thighs for leverage, as he feasts on you. His tongue parts every one of your folds, relishing in your taste. He pulls you closer, dragging your hips. You moan at the suddent movement and clutch at his scalp. 

“Choso-.”

“Mhph.” He mumbles against you. His nose pushing on your folds. “Fuck you taste so good in the mornings.” He speaks against licks, his voice vibrating against you. You whimper, clutching the sheet beside you.

His fingers clutch to your thighs as if he let go you would disappear. His nails leaving crecent moon shapes. 

Your hips grind against his face, pulling his face closer by the hair. He grunts, happily letting you use him. He eats like a starved man, nothing could satiate his hunger at the moment. Jaw frantically clenching every time he tastes you. One of his hand travels to squeeze your tit, teasing the nipple as he looks at you. 

“Y-yeah! Just like that.” You pant. Cheeks turning red as you glance down at his hungry eyes. The tip of his ears match the color of your cheeks- flushed.

Choso releases your tit, hand going down where his mouth is. A digit traces your pulsing hole, testing for entrance. 

You hips push against his fingers, craving more stimulation. “Two please.” You whisper. 

He obeys and shoves his middle and ring finger inside you, curling them upwards. Your breaths catches in your throat as he pumps them in and out. You nipples point forward as your chest heaves. His rough finger tips tracing your gummy walls. His tongue still assaulting your clit.

“That’s good? You’re going to cum for me?” His voice is rough, his own arousal getting to him. 

“Yes! God, yes!” You prop yourself up on your elbow as your hand tugs harder on his hair.

A whimper slips past his lips, eyes closing shut from the pleasurable pain. 

The sounds outside, birds chirping and cars passing are muffled as the room becomes a cocoon of moans and rustling of sheets.

The knot in your lower stomach gets tighter and tighter as Choso continues his assault. Your legs tremble as you get closer and closer. He removes his mouth with a soft pop and comes up to kiss your neck. “Cum on my fingers, please.” He pleads and he curls them side to side. He doesn’t care if his wrist starts hurting, he wants your pleasure.

You clutch his shoulder and moan right in his ear, coming undone in seconds. Pants fan against the skin of his temple as you gather yourself. 

“I love you so much, baby.” You whisper, your voice frail and satisfied. 

“I love you too, so so much.” He whispers back against your neck, kissing up your jaw until he claims your lips in a gentle kiss. “I’m going to make you breakfast, you stay put.”

a/n: a short little choso fic to cheer you up from the season 4 trailer (im sane) im always a little out of my element when writing choso cuz he's not my type of character but i hope i did good! thx and byee<3

Snow falls on the Zapolyarny Palace’s dome in small clutters as the evening rolls in. The dark clouds are being painted by the sunset as it struggles to shine behind them.

The echoing voices of the Harbinger’s in the grand-room below you subside as you rise from your desk. Your hands are stained with void-black ink and traces of red. You have been stamping, signing, sealing documents and shipments permits for all kinds of cargo. 

Different cups were piled up at the edge of the desk, one was fancy. A couple were chipped and worn and the last one was plucked directly from your employer’s collection, with permission of course. 

You stretch your arms over your head and crack your knuckles as you reach for your coat, throwing it on haphazardly. A well earned cigarette was what you needed at the moment. 

You had been smoking while filing through the papers. The ashtray was overflowing with crooked buds and ash, but you wanted to feel the rush of the cold wash over you.

You grab your cigarette holder. A sleek silver box with your name engraved in an elegant coursive, it was a gift from Feofan’s of course, he had gifted it to you a year into working with him, after he discovered your shared vice.

A soft smile pulls from your lips as you step out into the balcony, opening the box to pluck a thick brow cigarette. 

As you lean against the railing, the door open behind you. The ninth harbinger walks in, dressed in and elegant suit, topped with a pair of gloves. He delicately strides over to the balcony entrance. 

“Sir.” The title leaves your lips with decision. “I have reviewed all the lesser shipments and records. I left the classified enveloped for you.” 

He nods and takes out his own pack, but stops before grabbing one. It was empty. The plastic-like paper crinkle as he clenches his fist around it. “Ah, i believe i am out of sticks.” He says in a flat tone, closed eyes not openig yet.

You straighten up, and reach to urge one of your own cigarettes to him. “Here, Sir.” 

He tilts his head towards you, smile pulling at his lips. “Right. Thank you, my dear.” He slides it between his lips and lights it. The flame reflects against his thin glasses. The cinnamon mixed with Sumerian tabacco hits his lungs as he exhales. “It's always this sweet scent with your cigarettes, Isn’t it?” 

You light your own. “I suppose. They feel light but still give me the satisfaction, sir.” 

He smiles and walks back inside, grazing his hand against the desk. He picks up an empty cup, the one from his collection. The stong, black coffee had dried around the bottom. He brings it up to his nose and takes a small wiff. “Excellent blend.” Feofan settles the mug back on the wooden desk. 

You take a drag of your cigarette. “Only the best.” Your lips pull over your teeth in a sheepish grin.

He walks around, taking in your office. The scattered papers, the dog-eared books, the half-melted candles sitting on the shelves. “Do you enjoy your office?” He turns to you. 

You flick the ash away. “It has a nice view.” You lean further on the railing, looking down at the snowy landscape. “And it’s big.” 

Silence stretches between you two. The wind howls across the window’s frame. He brings a finger up and taps the frame of his glasses. “How would the idea of getting a new office make you feel?”

You tilt your head. “A new one? Where? Moving me up a floor?” You point up. 

“And you are so amazingly good at it, dear.” He shakes your face a little bit, finger digging in your skin in an affectionate way.

He sways his hand in an indecisive motion. “Not exactly what i had in mind.” He finally takes another drag and walks back into the balcony. “I was thinking.” Feofan leans against the railing. “You are such a good assistan. Always keeping up with whatever work i assing you.” His fingers softly grip your chin, moving it closer to his face.

“Well, it is my job sir-”

Pink speads across your cheeks as he releases you. “Sir- I am in no need of a new office.”

“Oh i know.” He replies in a high-pitched tone. “But i want to treat you. Reward you.” He clasps his hands together. “And i want you close to me.”

You put out the cigarette on the ashtray sitting on the railing. “Have i made a mistake somewhere? Missed a stamp on a shipment order?” You straighten your back.

He clicks his tongue. “No, no, no my dear. Your have worked flawlessly. This is just me showing my appreciation. Do you not get compliments very often.” His eyes open just a fraction. 

“Not really.” You grind your heel against the tiles. 

“I will change that then. You will be moved in my office, at the top floor. You will get a desk across from mine, so i can stare at that pretty face you make when focused.” 

Armin was one hell of a tutor. Keeping up when you felt a little slow and offering his dorm as a tutoring space, since yours was out of the question-that annoying roommate. 

He sighs and rolls his shoulder. “Hand me your text book, I’ll give you a couple of problems to solve as homework.” He puts his hand out.

You grab the thick calculus book and drop it in his hand. “Don’t give me anything too hard.” You smile. He smirks back and looks down, his eyes gliding over the numbers behind the glasses.

His dorm room was clean and cozy: A few posters of shows you didn’t know of were taped to the walls. Stationary displays filled with gel pens, sleek notebooks, and colored tabs sat on his dark brown desk.

You look down at your notebook. He made you notes to help with math and they were neat and clean. Wrote with precision and care. You keep scanning his room as he flips the pages. An action figure on the top shelf on his wall catches your eye. You steal one glance at him then get up to observe it closer.

The girl in the figure had light pink hair with bangs, a cute face, and some abundant assets. You cock your head to the side, trying to figure out the pose she was in, her legs were propped up in an uncomfortable way. You hum.

Armin looks up, noticing you looking at that shelf, and lets out a strangled noise. “Eek! Hey, you-” He gets up, almost knocking the low table over. He grabs his foot and hisses. “Don’t touch that.” 

You snap your head around at the commotion. “I won’t. I just wanted to figure her out. Who is she?” You tap your chin. 

He blushes as you study her. “Her name is Super Sonico, she’s ah..a mascot for Nitroplus.” He releases his foot and scratches the back of his neck. 

“So…you like her?” You squint back at the shelf, noticing a few other figures of her. “And does she always have her tits out?” 

He flushes and smirks. “Yeah, I like her. And she’s fully clothed in this one!” He points, as if he was trying to make excuses and not look like a pervert. 

“I can see why you like her.” You shake your head and chuckle. 

He presses his lips into a thin line and lets out a noise between a hum and a whimper. He fiddles with the hem of his long sleeved black shirt. 

You check the time on your phone, 4:30 pm. “Listen, I have to go. How much do I owe you?” 

He takes a shaky breath to compose himself. “We did two hours and it’s 10$ an hour so, 20$” He pushes his glasses up with his pointer finger.

You nod and pat your back pocket, looking for the small wad of cash you grabbed before leaving. Your jeans pocket is empty, just a used tissue. "Oh,crap. Wait a second.” You lean down and dig in your bag, trying to find your wallet. 

He taps his foot and puts his hands behind his back. “Is there something wrong?” 

You sigh and get back up. “I… don’t have any money on me right now. I left them in my dorm.” You rub your cheek in shame.

He looks you up and down, then tilting his chin up. “I do not take kindly to late payments, or not being paid at all.” There is a sudden coldness to his voice. 

“Maybe…i can pay you in another way. Cafeteria credit? Library cards?” 

He snorts as he chuckles. “Cafeteria credit? Really.”

You blush slightly. “Come on, I'm trying. My room is across the campus and I have to meet with my friends in 20 minutes.” 

He crosses his arms, his graphic layered tee, wrinkles over his skinny shoulders. He smirks. “I have a type of payment in mind.” 

Your ears perk up. “Really, what? I don’t want to have any debt with you.” 

He watches you and silence stretches over the room. He rakes over your form, knees, hips, waist, breast and then your face. His smirk widens even more. “Blow me.” 

Your eyebrows shoot up. Words stuck behind your lips. “W-What?” 

“You heard me loud and clear. I said, blow me.” He shoves his hands in his pockets.

“As a form of payment? Damn…” You tuck a strand of hair behind your ears as heat creeps up your neck. “I was expecting something like that from Eren, not you or whatever.” 

He chuckles and takes a step forward. “Guys like Eren are all bark and no bite.” He rests his hand on the waistband of his jeans. “So are we doing this?” 

You nod and swallow hard. He sits down on the side of the bed, unbuckling his pants. As he slides the jeans down, his boxers come into view, they have some stupid video game patterns on them. Right above it, a trail of soft blond hair spreads up until his navel.

He leans back on his elbows, waiting for you to pull his underwear down. You do, and his cock springs free, almost hitting you in the face. He was long, not too girthy, with a slight curve inward. 

You look up at him. He was looking down at you with a perverted grin on his lips, eyes half closed. Almost an invitation. 

You run your tongue from the base to the tip, he shivers and lets out a chuckle under his breath. 

“Mhmph." He smiles. 

You wrap your lips around the tip, looking up at him as you take him into your mouth. He presses a hand on your head, not gripping your hair or pushing your head down, yet. You sink lower, his skinny cock filling your mouth, as your hand clutches his bony thigh for leverage. 

“What, can't you take it all?” He snorts, grinning in a teasing way. The pads of his fingers push against the crown of your head, guiding his cock deeper. 

Your eyes widen as you let out a choked noise, nails digging in his thigh, leaving crescent moon shapes in the soft pale flesh. 

You take his mockery as a challenge, and you sink lower. The tip hits the back of your throat as you bottom out. Your hand slides from his thigh to the base of his dick, right under your lips as you start to bob your head. 

He lets out a strangled moan mixed with a chuckle. “Yeah, that’s right.” He grunts and gathers the length of your hair in his fist. “I knew you could do it.” A soft murmur leaves his lips as he pushes you down. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, swirling your tongue on the tip, gathering the beads of precum already leaking. The sweet and salty taste spreads on your taste buds, you look up at him. 

He licks his lips as he meets your gaze. An almost imperceptible shine comes from his mouth as his tongue darts out. 

“Ah- you have a piercing?” Your lips graze softly against his tip as you speak. 

“Yeah, tongue and a few ear ones.” He pushes his glasses on his nose. 

You study his face for a moment, gaze gliding over his soft features as you understand him under a new light, but your train of thought is broken by him slapping his cock on your parted lips. “Ah, ah, ah. Back to it, sweetheart.” He grins, deviously. 

You grunt and take him back in your mouth, head bobbing in a fast rhythm. He whimpers and withers under you, fists clenching around the side of the bed as he throws his head back, exposing his Adam's apple. 

A shiver rushes straight to your core at his delicate skin and high-pitched sounds. You can feel him twitch inside your mouth. You pull away and stroke him. “Where do you want to cum?” 

He whines at the change of stimulation. “What-” His glasses slightly askew from whipping his head up. “On your face? P-please?” He smiles, shamelessly.

Instead of saying yes, you just jerk him off faster. He moans, his brows closing together. You pump your fist around his cock. Looking at him in his green eyes.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He trembles, red flush spreading to his ears. 

You bite your lip and reach down into your shorts with your free hand. A wet spot was already forming on your panties. The nice guy in your class was a whimpering mess thanks to you and liked collecting figures of half-naked women, and you were getting sappy from it. 

His balls tighten and you reach under the lace, tracing fast and rough circles on your clit. He clenches his whole body as he cums. 

Thick, pearly ropes hit your face, dripping on the length of your nose to your plush lips. He pants and sits up, cock softening with every pulse. “Oh…so pretty.” He spreads his cum on your bottom lip with his thumb, slightly pushing it in. You take it into your mouth, sucking on the digit as you keep rubbing your needy pussy. He notices, his eyes sparkle at the sight of you touching yourself. 

“Maybe we should have other sessions soon?” He pops his thumb out of your mouth.

The sun is setting, painting the sky an intense orange that blends with a pale peach color. Your slippers graze against the concrete path that cuts through your garden as you walk sideways to keep your gaze on the sunset. The waste bin that served as a collection point for all the trash of the neighborhood comes into view, but before you can swing your arm up to toss your trash bag in, it rips in half. 

A cold, wet sensation reaches your left toes.

“Fuck!” You groan, looking down at your foot. The trash bag is ripped in half. Your organic waste is scattered over the pavement. Some orange peels, tomato butts, a shriveled half head of lettuce that you forgot to turn into a salad from last week. 

You toss the remaining half in the bin and dust off your hands, looking around for something to pick up your remaining waste. Your house was out of trash bags. You intended to run to the store today, but fate caught up with you. 

An idea pops into your head. Your neighbors! That lovely couple that moved in a few years ago would definitely lend you a bag. You could bake them something in return, right?

You wipe your foot on the blades of grass, in an attempt to dry the gross juice off. The steps feel warm under your soles as you hop towards your neighbor's door. It was slightly open.

It was a safe neighborhood, maybe they were just moving stuff in and out of the house.

You try to peek through the crack. You can make out their living room, a few paintings are hanging from the walls, books on the shelves, and a big plant in the corner.

Your digits spread on the polished wood, and you give it a small push. “Hello?” Nobody answers you, so you fully open the door and take a step inside. 

You are met with the sight of your neighboring couple enjoying themselves. Leon, you believe that is his name; you heard his wife, who is named Ada, calling out for him a few times, is sitting on the couch. He is only wearing a pair of jeans with his belt unbuckled and his shirt discarded on the floor.

Ada is bending down over him as she slowly guides a gun over his naked body, whispering gentle words. “Good boy, yes? So quiet. Letting me do as I please.” 

You stand in the doorway, taking in the scene. A small gasp escapes your lips. Leon’s gaze turns to you, a flush spreading along his high cheekbones. “Oh—uhm…It’s you. Our neighbor.” 

You blink twice. “Yes—I was just going to ask if you had an extra trash bag. Your door was open! I am so sorry!” The words slip from your tongue before you can stop them. 

“You should join us.” Ada says, not turning her head away from Leon. “Ask her to join us, Leon.” She drags the gun over his right pectoral, rubbing the muzzle against his hardening nipple. 

He grunts, eyelids fluttering shut. “Would you care to join us, sweetheart?” 

Your eyebrows shoot up. You look around as if looking for a reason to say no, but it was an enticing offer. You push the front door to close it and sit down on the couch.

Ada walks in front of you, she takes off your shirt slowly. She licks her teeth and cocks her head to the side. “That is a lovely bra, sweet thing.”

“Ah.” You blush softly. “Thank you. Uhm— Is that thing loaded?” You point at the gun in her hand. They both share a lingering look.

“Yes.” Ada answers flatly.

You swallow with struggle; your throat feels dry. “And you…you use that? During sex?” Your voice lowers at the last part.

Leon nods. “It’s a thing we have.” He smiles, trying to make you relax. “We are careful.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, sweet thing.” She presses the muzzle gently against your bra-clad boob. That makes you nod.

Leon chuckles. “Go easy on her, Ada. She’s probably scared shitless and aroused at the same time.” He leans back against the couch and leans forward to you. “Have you ever done something like this, sweetheart?” He cups the back of your neck; his hand is warm. 

“No, definitely not.” You chuckle nervously, leaning against his palm.

“Well, there is no need to be nervous.” Ada smiles and drags the gun across your cleavage, the muzzle slides on the supple skin. Her head snaps to the man. “Leon, go sit.” She commands, pointing to the armchair across the couch with a jerk of her head. 

He obeys instantly and sits down, taking off the rest of his clothes, leaving him in his gray boxers.

Ada does the same, sliding off her dress, revealing a bold black and red underwear set topped off with a pair of thigh-high stockings held up by garters. She kneels between your legs, patting the barrel of the gun over the buttons of your jeans. “Can you take those off?” You take a deep breath and nod, your fingers working on the buttons and pulling them down. 

“Good girl.” Ada hums and drags the muzzle from your navel to the edge of your panties, back and forth, up and down. Your breath hitches as she tucks the gun under the elastic of your panties. As she drags it down even more, the front sight digs into your clit, making you gasp. “Shh, shh.” She presses a polished finger to your lips. 

You let out a high-pitched hum and look towards Leon. He gives you an encouraging nod as he grabs his cock. 

Ada rubs the front sight of the gun on your clit in almost imperceptible circles. “Would it be okay if Leon watched? He’s just going to be a good boy and make himself feel good until I will allow it.” 

Your gaze snaps from him to her, your blush spreading to your ears. “Y-yeah, that would be okay.” You lean back against the couch. Your legs tremble slightly as you let out a few sharp breaths. The sound of soft grunts and shuffling reaches your ears. Leon was slowly stroking up and down his shaft with his fist. Being in this position, under a beautiful woman, being touched with a gun, it made your blood run warmer than it should be. 

“Can I p-please come over there, Ada?” Leon asks in a gravelly voice. “I want to be near her.” He pleads. 

She nods, and he jumps to his feet, hard cock still in his hand as he sits down next to you. You moan as Ada starts speeding up the circles against your bud. Leon’s lips reach your neck as you tilt it back. His rough stubble contrasts his soft lips as he peppers kisses along the length of your throat. Under the jaw, between your collarbones, over your pulse point. You whimper softly, your hand wrapping over Leon’s. Ada presses the gun along your slit in its entirety, gathering your wetness, before pulling it away. Your fingers clench against Leon’s hand at the loss of stimulation. Ada chuckles at your pathetic face, while Leon keeps kissing your neck.

She licks the gun from trigger to muzzle, tasting you on her tongue. Leon groans as you start rubbing your thumb on his tip, which is already leaking pre-cum. 

“You are doing so well, sweetheart.” 

“Yes, you are.” Leon whispers in your ear as he guides your hand on his cock. 

Ada chuckles and taps the gun against her thigh. “Now…” She walks behind the couch and leans down between you two. “Fuck him.” 

“Huh?” You look up.

“I said, fuck him, now.’” She taps the gun against your temple, ushering you to straddle Leon.

Your gaze snaps to him, he gives you an encouraging nod. Your hand pulls away from him as you go to get rid of your panties, legs trembling. 

“Come on, baby. I got you.” He whispers as you hover over him. You slowly lower yourself on his cock, every inch feels like heaven. He grips your hips roughly. “Good, good.” He murmurs over your neck.

You hear Ada’s heels click on the floor as she circles the couch again, stopping behind your back, looking at Leon over your shoulder. The coldness of the gun’s muzzle against your back makes you flinch. “Ah-” 

“Look at that pretty arch.” She whispers. “Are you going to move?” 

You swallow the lump in your throat, formed by excitement, and start rolling your hips. He groans under you, his fingers digging in the skin as Ada traces the gun over your spine. The muzzle digging into every vertebra. You moan as Leon tosses your bra on the floor. She chuckles lowly again. “Look at that, such a pretty ass.” She slaps the gun on the sensitive flesh. You yelp, and they both chuckle. Leon drags his tongue against your hardening nipple, kneading your breast with one hand as the other squeezes your ass cheek. You can feel the tension of the gun as Ada teases the trigger with her finger, not quite pressing it yet, of course. That would blow your spine out. But the thrill of it makes you even wetter. 

Leon thrusts his hips up to meet your movements, groaning with every thrust. 

“Arch lower.” She commands and takes a step forward, pushing the gun harder against your skin. You whine as he hits your cervix, your finger grabbing at his neck for support. 

The older woman sits back on her knees on the couch, next to Leon, and points the gun at his thigh. He moans and buries his head between your breasts. Ada slowly slips a hand under the skirt of her dress, reaching to touch herself. 

You whimper and shake your head. “I’m- I’m-!” You squeal and hang on to Leon tighter, your walls clenching around him. 

“Close? I can tell, baby.” He grumbles against your sternum before looking up at you. His hips speed up, not waiting for yours to come down anymore. 

Ada squirms next to you, waving the gun in between your bodies. She lets out a chuckle, dripping with pleasure. “You’re both so good. So excellent for mommy.” The gun clicks against your temple, making you moan. “Now you will both cum.”  

Leon shakes his head. “Not yet, please, mommy. I want to be inside her more.” His pale blue eyes search Ada’s black ones as his hips stop, making you grunt. 

“Making demands now? Bold pet.” The fingers working on herself stop before she brings that same hand to your mouth, pushing the middle and ring fingers past your lips. You mumble and run your warm tongue over them, tasting her. 

“Resume.” She shifts the gun from your temple to his jaw, pressing almost painfully. 

His eyes flutter shut as he starts moving his hips again. Ada’s fingers muzzle your moans. Leon’s cock twitches painfully inside you, you were both close. 

Ada presses her fingers deeper into your mouth, making you gag slightly. You gasp at the action, the knot in your lower stomach tightening, almost about to snap. 

He lets out a gravelly whimper in your ear as the muzzle presses on his jawbone.

“Do as I said.” She commands while leaning in, and he does. 

Hot ropes fill your womb as he twitches inside you again. You pant and keep sucking on Ada’s fingers, expressing pleasure in the only way you can. She places the gun down on the coffee table and goes into the other room. 

“You should cum.” Leon suggests as his chest heaves, trying to gain air back from the orgasm. 

You lick your lips at the absence of Ada’s fingers and nod just before starting to move your hips. Chasing your release. 

It comes quickly, crashing over you in harsh waves. Leon holds your hips to guide you through it. As soon as you have calmed down, you reach for your clothes but get stopped by Ada coming back from where she went earlier. 

“Ah, ah, ah. Do not think about putting clothes back on.” She pushes you back on the couch and kneels. “You need to be cleaned up first.” She pulls out a damp, clean cloth before gently dragging it between your legs, over your thighs, and around your temples.

“Thank you.” You actually get dressed this time, but before you can exit their home, Leon jogs over to you.

“Wait!” He holds up a roll of black trash bags. “The whole reason you came here, before we got sidetracked.” He smiles. 

You smile as well. “Right.”

“Yes, I have been feeling quite well since this morning.” Your hand settles on your bump, caressing the skin under the dark robes. 

Zuko sits down on the thin pillow, leaning back against his calves. “Have you eaten? Was breakfast enough?” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. 

You smile fondly at his worry. “Yes, Zuko.” You bring the tea cup to your lips, blowing on it before taking a sip. 

He turns his head to the door, where a maid is standing. “Could you get her more treats?” His hand points at the empty jade plate on the low table. 

The maid politely bows her head. “Of course, my lord.” She hurries outside the room.

“I could have gotten more myself, love.” You huff and smile. “That maid has been on her feet all day.” 

His eyebrows perk up. “You could have said that.” He turns to speak directly to the maid as she returns with a plate full of sweets. “You should sit down for a cup of tea, I insist.” 

She places the plate down and tucks her hands in his lap. “My lord, really?”

He nods. “Yes, you can even go home for the day. Spread the word to the other maids.” 

She smiles and  walks out into the gardens, following the trail to her home. 

You huff and lean back against his chest.

“Mei is almost finished with her flute lessons and Lin is with his teacher, studying.” He whispers in your ear, rubbing your lower back to ease the tension built up by the extra weight you were carrying.

“And you are finished with your meetings?” You smile up at him.

“For now, yes. But later today I will have to meet someone regarding financial matters.” 

You groan. “When will you have a free moment for your very pregnant wife?” You smirk, slightly tapping his knee. 

“Oh I always have time for you, my dearest.” He runs his palms from your back to your bump. “Always time for you and our children.” He whispers as his lips graze against the shell of your ear.

You reach for another bite of a pastry. “So what should we name this little one when it comes out?” You lick a crumb off your lip.

He hums, squinting as he thinks. “Is it a boy or a girl?” 

“After the last visit, the physician said that he believes it’s a boy. But I would not count on it.” 

He chuckles. “Yes. He said that Mei was going to be a boy.” 

You chuckle as well. “Instead we have a beautiful girl.” 

His chuckle dies down as he presses his lips to the crown of your head, inhaling your scent. “So, I was thinking if it’s a boy, Iroh.” He moves his head from your head to the crook of your neck.” 

“That’s sweet, yeah.” You take a deep breath. “And if it’s a girl?” 

The only thing you can hear is his breathing for a moment, his hands glide over your bump. “Ada, but we will use that name anyway.” He whispers.

“Mh?”

“If this one is a boy we will have to just keep trying until we get another beautiful baby girl.” He keeps his voice low, determination dripping from it.

You laugh softly. “Are three not enough for you, love?” 

Your newly bought blouse is halfway unbuttoned. The flaps lay open, exposing your light pink lace bra. Your pencil skirt is rolled up to your hips. If you’d arch lower, your pantyhose would tear.

You can feel his warm hands wrap around your ankles, sliding your black heels off.

“Such a pretty thing.” His voice is smooth and soothing.

“Sir—”

“Ah, ah. Quiet.” He reaches up to your hips, sliding his fingers into the elastic of your pantyhose. The shiny material comes off your legs. The cold air of the office hits your covered cunt.

“This is wrong.” Your voice quivers slightly.

He lets out a deep chuckle. “Why is it wrong, dear?” He stands up and leans over you, chest pressing against your back. “I am just giving my lovely assistant some appreciation.” Your heart skips a beat. Wesker’s fingers glide against the lace of your panties. “Do you always wear coordinated undergarments, or just at work? Hoping I would see it?” he whispers, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

You swallow, your throat feels dry. “I always do…it’s a small thing that makes me feel pretty.”

He smacks his lips in a mocking way. “Aw, and here I hoped it was for me.” He backs away from you.

You glance over your shoulder, trying to predict his next move.

“Stand.” He commands.

You use the edge of the desk as leverage and stand. Your legs have a slight tremble as your gaze meets his. Amber eyes locking with yours. He looks down at you and finishes unbuttoning your blouse. Wesker’s hands tug down your bra, not taking it off, but pulling it down just so your nipples can barely peek through. Your breath hitches. He cocks his head at the sight, smirking to himself.

“On your knees.” He slides your blouse off your shoulders.

You obey his command and get on your knees. The carpet brushes against your skin as you look up at him.

He unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down, revealing a pair of high-end branded boxers that hug his hips. His bulge strains against the material. Your lips part as you look at him. He pulls his boxers down, his erection springs up, casting a shadow over your face.

“Now, be a good girl and take it all, okay?” He grabs the base and maneuvers himself closer to your face.

You nod and put your lips to the tip, tasting the pre-cum that is already leaking. He rolls his shoulders slightly, bracing for your touch. Your hands go to touch his muscular thighs as you take one long lick up his shaft. Wesker’s gaze follows your movement, a smirk graces his lips.

You take his expression as encouragement and start taking him in your mouth. His breath hitches as the warmth of your mouth wraps around his cock. You hold your gaze on him as you start bobbing your head, your other hand goes to cup his balls.

A deep rumble comes from his chest as he puts a hand on your head, not gripping your hair yet. The hand on his thigh falls down, clenching at your side.

“You can touch yourself, dear.” He coos.

Your eyebrows curl up as you reach under the elastic of your panties, feeling the wetness already covering your folds. “Like this?” Your lips graze against his tip with every word.

“Yes, just like that.”

You rub slow circles on your clit as your cheeks hollow around his cock. You squeeze his balls harder when you feel his groan, the hand on your head starts to dig into your scalp, fingers tangling in your locks.

He throws his head back, letting a soft moan escape his lips. You whimper around him, the sound vibrating over his shaft.

You speed up, drool starts to dribble down from the corners of your mouth to your chin. The perfect lipstick you applied this morning is long gone.

He starts to thrust his hips into your mouth and pull your head closer, not caring if it was too much for you. You gag softly as your fingers stop circling the bundle of nerves. 

He’s stubborn, he won’t cum under the five minute mark. Your jaw starts to hurt, you try to soothe yourself, tracing faster circles on your clit. You glance up at him. 

“Sir? A-are you close?” You mumble. 

His gaze shoots down at you. Eyes squinting into thin lines. “Yes,keep going, sweetheart.”

You whine in protest but your lips wrap back around his tip. After a few more bobs of your head he cums without warming. Warm and salty ropes shoot down your throat. You pull away looking into your bosses’ eyes as you swallow. He cups your chin, his thumb swiping over your bottom lip.

“Swallowing without even me telling you to. Such a good little assistant.” He smirks. 

You lean into his touch, kissing his pal and he hums in amusement. “You’re feeling very needy, aren't you?”

You nod and get up, your legs slightly trembling from the stimulation. Your hands go up to fix your bra, trying to give yourself a hint of composure. Wesker sits in his chair, the leather creaking under him. His cock is half-hard again as he starts stroking it. He pats his thigh.

“No condom, sir?” 

“That’s right.” He cards a hand through his short blonde hair. 

You walk up to him, giving him your back as you pull down your panties in a slow and tantalizing way. Your pink, puffy, cunt comes into view and he sucks in a breath. His hands guide your hips as you line yourself up, his eager tip twitches against your entrance. You bite your lip as he pulls you down. 

A low whistle escapes his lips, mixed with a grunt. You shut your eyes, feeling him stretch you out. He was big, a little too big for your liking. The muscles of your walls clench and his breath hitches.

“Fuck…” You mumble in a trembling voice.

“Such foul language forms a plush looking mouth like yours.” His hands map out your soft skin, from your hips to your stomach, over your clothed breasts, squeezing slightly then up to your throat. His fingers push your chin up slightly while squeezing. 

Your lips part, he wasn’t restricting airflow but the pressure still sent a thrill down your spine. A high-pitched moan leaves your mouth.

The phone on his desk rings, the sound makes you gasp and still on his cock. You look over your shoulder, searching for his face. 

He shakes his head and pouts, signaling for you to continue bouncing. Albert reaches over and wraps his fingers around the receiver, putting it up to his ear. 

“Mh, yes?” His voice is raspy as he tries not to moan. 

“Mr.Wesker? This is Barbara from the lab. Your assistant was supposed to bring us some important documents, about ten minutes ago.” She clears her throat, the sound crinkling over the receiver. “Is she on her way?” 

Wesker sighs, leaning his head back against the chair. “She is a…little busy at the moment.” He smirks as you slowly lift your hips just to bring them down again. The sight of his length disappearing inside you inch by inch amuses him. “You will have those papers by six.” He exhales heavily. 

“Oh! Okay Mr.Wesker, thank you so much. Apologies for wasting your tim-” He cuts her off by slamming the receiver down. You keep moving on his shaft, his fingers grip your hips, leaving crescent moon shapes on your supple skin. 

“Good girl.” 

You moan deeply, a knot tightening in your lower stomach. He reaches around and starts drawing shapes over your clit, making you whimper. “Sir, I’m-” 

“Wesker. Call me Wesker.” He breathes in your ear. 

You swallow with difficulty. “Wesker, I’m close.” You say as you keep moving. 

“Ah, you are?” He thrusts his hips upwards, meeting your movements. His tip knocks on your cervix roughly. “You’re not cumming until I do.” 

You shut your eyes and whine, focusing on your pleasure. “Y-yes.” 

He chuckles and keeps moving his hips at a mean pace, hitting all your spots. His hand moves from your clit to your stomach, grabbing the flesh, making you whimper. Your walls flutter around him, making his cock twitch. 

Your movements become sloppy and lose their pace. Your teeth dig in your lips, trying not to make too many sounds. Your legs tremble between his, as you stop. You can’t hold it anymore. The knot in your stomach snaps as your orgasm washes over you.

“Huh? What did I tell you?” He pulls your hips over his and buries himself to the hilt. “I was supposed to cum first.” His voice is low and dangerous, his grip bruising.

“Ah! I’m so sorry, Mr.Wesker.” You gasp as he starts to thrust again, making your pussy ache with stimulation. You whine. 

“I’ll just have to use you until I am satisfied.” He whispers in your ear. His pace is fast and erratic. 

You slam a hand on the desk, gripping the polished wood as overstimulation hits your core. You try to form a thought, to protest, but the words are stuck in your mouth. Only shaky moans come out. His tip twitches inside you as he cums, a warm sensation flooding your womb. He lets go of your hips and brushes back his hair. You slowly get up and pull your panties on, despite your legs trembling. “I...better get those files down to the lab.” You clear your throat as you button your blouse.

“I will sign them, give me just a moment.” He tucks himself back in his pants, regaining his poise. His chair rolls over to the desk as he grabs a pen and jots down his signature. “There you go.” He hands them to you. 

You slip back into your heels and take the papers from his hands, fingers brushing over his.

“Thank you, sir.” He smiles and motions for you to get closer with his fingers. You walk around the desk and bend down slightly. “Yes?” 

He grabs your chin gently and gives you a firm kiss. “Be on your way now.” He murmurs.

You blush and smile as you turn to walk out of his office. “I will see you later, Wesker.”

One of his old band shirts hangs from your frame, sliding down from your left shoulder. You look away from his wall, it was full of posters and art work, some messy, some ripped, and set your eyes on him.

He was hunched over his backpack on the floor. The hood of his sweatshirt slides off as he straightens up. “Found it!” His tongue shoots out to wet his lips. 

“What is that?” You tilt your head to the side. 

“It’s some new formula my supplier just got.” He sits at his desk, hand reaching for his rolling kit. 

“How is it different from the weed we usually smoke?” You lean back against the pillows. 

“It has a stronger THC level and it’s mixed with hash oil. Good stuff.” He smiles and rolls his chair around to face you. “Want to try?” 

“Y-yeah we can share.” 

He nods and starts to roll a joint. Sprinkling the weed clumps along the paper, before licking the paper to seal it shut. He plops down on the bed next to you, leaning in to give you a soft kiss on the temple. His lips are soft and hot. “Pass me the lighter, baby.” He scoops your legs up and settles them on his lap, as he rubs circles on the soft flesh of your thighs. 

You reach over and pick up the lighter from the bedside table, passing it to him. He rolls the small metal wheel and puts the flame up to the joint, the end sparks up and he inhales.

You reach for the stick and take a drag as well, the smoke fills your lungs and the aroma hits strong. Choso and you pass it around for a few minutes, lightly chatting. His warm palms rubbing up and down your legs, tracing circles over your knee. “How do you feel? You like it, baby?” He leans his head back against the wall, the column of his neck stretching, and he huffs the smoke out.

“Mh?” You lift your gaze, which was staring off into a corner of his room. “Oh yeah…it’s very strong.” You swallow, hard, saliva building up in your mouth.

Choso sits up as he notices your struggle. “You good?” He chuckles softly, but then his smile falters slightly. “Pretty girl, you hear me? Earth to pretty girl.” He leans forward. 

The weed was hitting you pretty hard, like never before. Your breathing starts to speed up. “Choso…I-.” 

“No, no.” He shifts to sit back on his heels, facing you. “Don’t try to speak.” He murmurs. His hand goes to cup your cheek. Your eyes flutter closed as nausea washes over you. “It’s just the stuff getting to ya’. Lay down for me.” His hand shifts from your cheek to the back of your neck, guiding you to lay down on your side. He positions one of your legs over the other, so if you pass out you won’t roll on your back. “Do you feel like throwing up?” He leans down. 

“I’m…nauseous, and dizzy.” Your bottom lip trembles. Heart rate going up. 

“I will get you some water.” He stands up but you grab his hand, not wanting to be alone. 

“No..Choso-” 

He puts his hand over yours. “I will be right back baby, I promise.” He smiles, tilting his head to the side.

You close your eyes and sigh before taking a deep breath. The seconds he’s away feel like hours. He comes back with a glass of water. 

“Take a few big sips then lay back down.” He keeps a steady grip on the glass, helping you drink from it. 

As you lay down, Choso scoots the bin closer to the side of the bed, in case you feel sick. 

“Im dying!” You whimper and clutch your chest.

He lets out a chuckle but quickly stops himself. “Baby- Babygirl you are not dying.” He says trying not to laugh at your dramatic tone. “It may feel like it, but you are not. Take deep breaths with me.” He puts a hand on your chest, feeling the palpitation coursing through you. 

You inhale deeply, following his own breathing. Hold it for four seconds and exhale for another four. You repeat it a couple of times, heart slowing down but you still feel nauseous. You glance at the bin. 

Choso notices you glancing at it and pulls it up. “It’s okay…I know throwing up is scary, but you’re brave.” 

You lean over it, holding the sides and looking up at him with a slight pout. Your eyebrows knit close together, if you hurled you would feel better. Your eyes widen as it comes up your throat, without resisting, you open your mouth and hurl. Your throat burns as you cough up the residue, heaving a couple of times.

“Good, okay…Do you feel better?” Choso murmurs and rubs your back with his palm. 

“Mh, yeah.” You wipe your mouth. “The nausea is gone.” You run a hand through your hair, fixing it. 

He smiles and kisses your forehead. “I’ll get ya a sweet snack and some more water.” He lays you down on the bed, pulling the light sheet over you. 

Cookies are the snack to go. He tosses you a packet and scoots next to you, wrapping an arm over your shoulders, slightly scratching the side of your arm. 

“Im never letting you smoke something stronger than simple weed ever again, baby girl.” He chuckles against your ear. 

“It’s not funny!” You blush. “I thought I was dying and you are mocking me.” You bite into a cookie. “Just teasing.” He murmurs and leans in for a kiss. His lips are soft, the taste of smoking still lingering on the soft skin. You sigh against his mouth, finally relaxing.

Bright colors flash at the corner of your eye as the machine lets out a winding noise. That’s a loss, he grumbles something under his breath and presses a button, spinning it again. 

You put your phone down and roll on your back, sighing. He had been busy all day, managing the club and now he is focusing all of his attention on the damn machine.

You stretch after getting up from the couch, reaching for a can in the mini fridge by the couch, plopping down on the couch with another defeated sigh.

“Baby.” Hakari says, breaking the silence, without looking away from the bright screen. 

“Mh? Yes?” Your ears perk up. 

“Come.” He pats his leg, twirling the tooth pick he had in his mouth around.

You eagerly hop to him, getting on his lap, but before you can sit down on his thighs he clicks his tongue. 

“What are you doin’?” He quickly glances at you before looking away again.

“Getting on your lap-” 

“Take them off.” He commands, already unbuckling his belt and spitting out the toothpick. “I need encouragement.” 

You blind for a moment, processing his demand, but instantly oblige, sliding your pants and panties down, shaking them off your ankles.

He lifts his hips to pull his boxers down, erection springing free against his tanned abdomen. He spits on his palm, giving it a few strokes. 

You straddle his lap, tip hovering over the entrance. He releases the flashy button and brings his other hand to his mouth, sucking on his middle and ring finger. He releases them with a pop.

 “Can’t leave you dry.” He smirks more to himself than to you and dips his moist fingers between your legs. He navigates through your folds, up and down your slit, a few circles around your clit. Your back arches at the slight simulation. He puts his chin on your shoulder to keep looking at the screen behind your back. You moan softly. He teases your entrance before pulling his hand away and settling it on your hip. 

“You got it?” He murmurs. 

“Yes, babe.” You smile, starting to lower yourself onto him, thick tip stretching you out. “No condom? Are you going to take a gamble on knocking me up?” You tease.

“Damm right I am.” He chuckles and slams you down on his cock, cupping the small of your back. He was so thick that you could never get used to it. The dark hair trailing up to his navel tickles your lower tummy. You gasp and whimper as he sits still inside you.

The slot machine thrills loudly behind you as you start rolling your hips, craving friction. You grip his shoulder and he chuckles, probably having just won some more money. 

He reaches down from the small of your back to palm your ass cheek, kneading the soft flesh. You start to lift yourself up and down, fucking your self on his cock. He sucks in a sharp breath, spreading your cheeks with one hand, making the cold hair hit your hole. “Good, good girl.” He whispers, voice barely containing his excitement as he hits another win. He releases your flesh and cups the back of your head, tucking it under his jaw against his shoulder. He gently scratches your scalp as his leg bounces.

Your pace gets faster and faster, moaning with every time you come down. He slams his fist on the button, letting out a bark of laughter. 

“There’s the encouragement. You’re m’lucky charm, baby.” His hips jerk, meeting yours in a few erratic thrusts. 

“Fuck…” You shiver, turning your head and kissing his palm.

He takes his chance and pushes his thumb in your mouth. “Yeah suck, good.” 

Tears start to build up at the edge of your eyes as you moan around his thumb. Your tongue swirls around his digits. 

“Ah damm!” He bangs his palm against the metal in frustration and pushes down on your tongue. His hips thrust up in a mean way, tip knocking on your cervix. Your walls clench around him as you choke.

“Mhphm!” You gag. He presses the button again. You could feel his frustration building up as well as his release, his cock twitching impatiently inside you. You pull your mouth away, a string of saliva connecting both of you. 

“No, no. Did I tell you to do that?” His fist balls at the edge of your scalp, pushing your head back against his shoulder. You whimper as your hips tremble. 

He keeps moving into you in a different way every time. Fast thrusts, then a few moments of stillness, then sloppy thrusts into erratic. You moan against his skin, your spit and his sweat mingling in your mouth. 

The machine lets out a high pitched noise, indicating a jackpot. He lets out a happy holler, straightening his back. You pant and look up, searching his gaze. 

“That’s fucking right! I won!” He shouts with a smirk, picking you up as he gets up, keeping you impaled. His strides are quick to reach the couch, he throws you on it. 

You huff as you feel his weight on you, his arms cage your head. “You are the best lucky charm a man like me could ever ask for.” He whispers, his breath fanning your face.

You nod looking up at him with glassy eyes. “Please…could you-” You look down. 

“Oh- Of course, baby.” He grips your thigh and pulls it up to his hip to get a better angle. He reaches up to pull your shirt down, along with your bra. Your tits spring free, shivering when he reaches to cup one with his warm, broad hand. Your lips part in a silent gasp, then your teeth dig into your bottom lip. 

He twitches inside you, begging for release. “You did so well, babe, m’so well.” He leans down to suck on your nipple, pinching the perky peak between his teeth. He can feel your walls clench around him, you are both so terribly close. 

“Hakari…” You gasp, throwing your head back against the armrest and tangling a hand in his hair, gripping at the tight curls.  

“I know you’re close, I go ya.” He mumbles, mouth full from your tit. Every thrust is deep and quick. 

Your eyebrows knit together as you reach your peak. The knot in your lower stomach untangling as your thighs lock around his hips. He groans at your action, his own release washing over him as he moans against your flesh. His hot load shoots into you, thick white ropes paint your walls.

He lifts his head from your boob, taking a deep breath before kissing you softly, not pulling out. He almost whimpers when you try to sit up, wrapping an arm around you back to keep you still.

As soon as she was about to step out of the gateway, her ears picked up a sound, it was faint but detectable to her. Hurried steps on the wood floors of the Zen’in estate. Did she miss someone? A member of the Kururu Unit, perhaps.

She turns on her heels, marching up the steps and into the halls. She looks down at her mother’s body in the doorway of a room, on top of Naoya’s, as his blood pools around him.

The crater and debris by the river valley under the bridge left by Jinichi’s attempt on Maki were still there. 

As she crosses the bridge and wanders into one of the quarters, she hears it. The steps again.

“Maki! I was looking for you. Fushiguro said that you came here to retrieve cursed tools for the plan, but-” You stop in your tracks and open your arms, looking around at the slaughter before you. “What happened?” 

Maki turns around, and her gaze softens at the sight of you. “They tried to kill us. Threw us in the pit." She takes a couple of steps forward.

“Us? You and-?” You ask, your tone filled with worry.

“Mai. She sacrificed herself and took all my cursed energy so I could wipe them all out.”

“Oh…” Your hands fall to your sides as you look at her face. “The Heavenly Pact.”

 A deep frown spreads on her lips and an unfamiliar softness, that you only saw when she spoke about her sister and when you two were alone hits her eyes. 

“Maki.” You take a step forward, and she falls into your arms. The blade clatters to the floor, and she pushes a leg between yours. You wrap your arms around her. “Are you hurt? Bleeding anywhere?”

She takes a deep breath from the crook of your neck. “It’s just a scratch…” Her hands rub up and down your back. 

“We should get help, rendezvous with the others.” You try to lift your head, wanting to leave the Zen’in estate before anyone else shows up, but she tightens her arms around you, muscles flexing. “You are too sweet for the sorcery world.” Her voice is low and soft. She lifts her head from your neck and grips your arms. 

“What are you talking about?” You raise a brow.

Maki starts to walk forward, forcing your own legs to move backwards. Leading you through the hall. “I said, you are too sweet for this rotten world.” She repeats in a stern voice as she slides the panel door open, backing you into a room. 

“Maki, we should really get back. You are hurt. Itadori and Okkotsu-” 

“I don't give a damn about Okkotsu right now.” She barks out as her palm presses against your sternum, gently pushing you on a futon. You didn’t know who this futon belonged to, not like it mattered. “Off.” 

“Off?” You prop yourself on your elbows, looking at her as she stands at the edge of the bed, gazing down at you.

“Off.”  She lifts a finger, pointing at you.

Surprise flashes across your features. “You want to do this, now? In the house of the clan you murdered? Among the bodies?” Your voice slightly falters. 

“Let me have something nice, love. Please?” She tilts her head to the right, glasses sliding off her nose.

You open your lips to protest, but nothing comes out. Your nimble fingers begin working on your blouse’s buttons. Soft skin coming into view. She leans over, her knee slides between your legs. Her fingers part the two ends of the blouse, digits sliding over the lacy bra. “Even with all that is happening in the world, you still pick these pretty little underwear pieces.” She smiles.

A flush dusts your cheeks. “I…didn't really put too much thought into it.” You turn your head away in a shy way.

“Okay ‘m sure.” She murmurs, almost in a mocking manner. She slides your blouse off, then starts to work on her own shirt. Fresh burns cover the expanse of her skin. Your gaze softens as you think about the horrors she went through in Shibuya. Her breasts spring free, sitting firmly against her ribcage.

She leans down to kiss from where your neck meets your shoulder downward, her lips taking your bra strap along. You take a deep breath and reach behind your back to unclip it. As soon as the garment comes off, she latches onto your left nipple, the peak hardening under her tongue as she swirls it around the hardening peak. Her hands come up to hold your hips.

“Maki.” You moan softly. Hands reaching up to cradle her face, pulling it away from your boob. You swipe your thumb on her bottom lip and lean in, kissing her. Her tongue slides past your lips, tangling with yours. She presses you down even more. 

“You're beautiful.” You murmur, pulling away just enough to speak.

She just smirks and kisses her way down your sternum, navel and just to the edge of your uniform skirt. She pulls it down, along with your stockings. Lips brushing against the lace trim of your panties, biting them gently to slide them down your legs until they hang around one ankle. 

“Just lie back and be pretty for me.” She starts to kiss up your inner thigh, lips rough and slightly chapped. She ghosts over the place that matters the most before swiping her tongue on your clit, then down the slit, gathering your dampness to spread around. She shifts forward, the futon's sheets rustle under her, to prop your legs onto her shoulders. You let out a loud moan as she swipes her tongue along your core again, blushing as if there was anyone left alive to hear you. Hips buck forward, making her fingers dig into your soft flesh, using you as leverage. 

“Fuck-” You whimper, cursing under your breath. Your stomach starts to feel tight, a knot forming under your belly button. You grab a fistful of her hair, making her groan. “Oh- I’m sorry, didn’t mean to-” 

She grabs your wrist before you can even release her locks. “Don’t you dare.” Your fingers clench and unclench around the hair in surprise before you grip it for leverage again.

Maki’s touches are filled with purpose, a purpose you can't understand. Her index gently taps against your entrance, teasing you by tracing the throbbing hole. A shiver glides down your spine, skin prickling as the soft touches. A whimper escapes your lips, making you bite your lip. She smirks. “Can I?” She says, hovering over your cunt, fanning it with her breath.

“Y-yeah…” Your head lolls to the side, spotting a pool of blood flowing under a pair of sliding doors, but she pats your cheeks. Your gaze snaps back to her. The finger inside you curls up, hitting a sensitive spot, and she wraps her lips around your clit. “Focus.” She murmurs against the tight bundle, sliding another finger in.

Your legs buckle, closing slightly around her head. Soft green hair pocking at your flesh. You let out a whine and lean back against the pillow, chest fluttering as she continues her assault. 

“Maki- I’m-!” Your hips snap forward in a couple of sharp thrusts. Maki keeps her fingers inside you, guiding you through your orgasm. Gummy walls clamp around her fingers, making her feel every bump and ridge. She captures your lips in a sealing kiss, swallowing your moans. 

“How did that feel?” She murmurs against your rosy lips, pulling away just enough. 

“Amazing…amazing, Maki. But I do believe we could’ve done this in a more convenient and…romantic place.” You let out a sated sigh and lean back against the futon’s pillow. It was hard and uncomfortable.

“Sorry, I got carried away.” She gives you a half smile as she pulls her fingers out, making you whine at the loss. She stands up, grabs her uniform and starts to get dressed. 

“You really should get that treated.” You point at her wounds as you sit up on the edge. “Shoko can sort you out in a couple of minutes.” 

“I will.” Maki hands you your button-up and gets on her knees between your legs, rolling your stockings on. 

“I can do it myself, you know-” 

“But I want to do it.” 

You hum and let her finish dressing you up. She extends her hand and helps you get up. “Wait for me by the gate, I have to do something important.” 

“Okay just, don’t take too long.”

You walk up and down on the dirt path right outside the gate. The grass crushes under your feet. The birds chirp, and a woodpecker chips away at the bark of a tree in the distance. You notice two butterflies chasing each other, resting on a blade of grass. You bend down to watch them closely and hear steps behind you. Maki was back, and she was carrying someone over her shoulder.

“We have to bring her back to her classmates, Nishimiya should be coming here right now. We will meet her halfway.” 

You nod and rub her back as she walks past you.