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Pagan Min

He flirts with you through extravagant gestures, the kind that leave everyone else wondering what you did to earn his attention.

Loves to “casually” brush your shoulder or adjust something on your outfit, always with a slow, knowing smile.

He teases you with playful, luxurious compliments, calling you “darling,” “dear heart,” or “my favorite exception.”

Finds excuses to pull you into private rooms because he “can’t have everyone staring at you when he’s trying to.”

Gets jealous in a surprisingly elegant way. Cold tone, sharper smile, fingers lightly on your back as he inserts himself between you and whoever’s talking to you.

Sends gifts that are suspiciously on-point: your favorite drink, jewelry that matches your eyes, clothes in your preferred colors.

When he’s truly trying to charm you, he speaks softly, leans close, and lets you see the rare, unguarded warmth behind the theatrics.

Vaas Montenegro

Flirting is intense, chaotic, unpredictable—he gets close, too close, and watches your reaction like a personal entertainment.

Calls you “princesa,” “bebé,” or whatever nickname irritates you just enough to keep him amused.

Loves testing boundaries—tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, tracing your jaw with a dirty finger, circling you like a shark.

Teases you relentlessly, especially if you act unfazed; he lives to crack your composure.

Gets weirdly protective when other people flirt with you, switching from joking to deadly serious in seconds.

Gives you random objects as “gifts”—a knife, a seashell, a stolen trinket—declaring each one essential for “remembering him.”

When he’s actually being sincere, his voice drops, he stops fidgeting, and he stares at you like he’s memorizing your face.

Bembe Álvarez

His flirting is cool, smooth, and calculated, like a man who knows exactly the effect he has on you.

Always notices little details about you and compliments them subtly, like he’s giving classified information.

He stands close intentionally, speaking in that low, silky tone that forces you to look up at him.

Leaves hints of interest through favors, documents “accidentally” handled, supplies that “just happened” to find their way to you.

Has a habit of smirking when you challenge him; nothing attracts him more than a woman who won’t be intimidated.

Keeps his hands to himself… until he doesn’t. A light touch at your waist, a guiding hand as you walk—always brief, always deliberate.

When he finally admits he likes you, it’s during a quiet moment, spoken like a secret meant only for your ears.

Jacob Seed

He flirts in a reserved, quietly commanding way—more presence than words.

Watches you with sharp, assessing eyes that soften just a little when you meet his gaze.

Gives compliments that sound more like judgments of character than flattery: “You’re stronger than you think,” “You don’t break easily.”

Checks in on you by pretending it’s about efficiency or training, when it’s very clearly not.

His version of touch is protective and practical, steadying your elbow, brushing dirt off your shoulder, adjusting your rifle grip.

He tests you physically and mentally, and every time you surprise him, he gets this small, rare amused smile.

The few times he genuinely flirts, it’s in the form of quiet, heavy statements like, “You stay close. I work better with you nearby.”

Joseph Seed

His flirting feels like prophecy wrapped in tenderness—soft words with heavy meaning behind them.

Calls you “child,” “sweet one,” “blessed,” or—when he’s feeling bolder—“my beloved.”

Makes eye contact that lasts too long, like he’s reading your soul and finding something divine in it.

Touches your hands often when speaking to you, thumbs lightly brushing your knuckles as if grounding himself.

Compliments you in spiritual metaphors: “You shine in ways you don’t yet understand,” or “Your presence quiets the storm.”

Finds excuses to be near you—walking with you, guiding you through tasks, offering calm reassurance even when you don’t ask for it.

When he truly wants to flirt, his voice drops, words gentle, almost reverent: “You were meant to cross my path.”

John Seed

Flirts with a mix of charm, confidence, and mischief—like he enjoys watching you react to him almost as much as he enjoys you.

Calls you “sweetheart,” “beautiful,” or “darling,” often right before teasing you about something he noticed.

Has a habit of touching your lower back when guiding you, always subtle, always intentional.

Loves complimenting your strengths, especially when you underestimate yourself; he thrives on boosting your ego just to see you glow.

Notices when you’re nervous and leans into it—smirking, tilting your chin up, whispering, “You don’t have to hide that from me.”

Sends you notes with cryptic little hearts or teasing messages that make you roll your eyes… and smile.

It was a rather unassuming evening, just like any other. Goro and Taiga stretched out on opposite ends of the sectional as they watched the robotic news reporter explain the forecast for the evening. High winds, scattered thunderstorms, and flash floods. Nothing unexpected. After all, it was nearing typhoon season. 

It could have been a hell of a lot worse. 

The woman pointed at a location on the screen behind her as she zoomed in to isolate their city. “Here in particular will see heavy rain storms and wind speeds of up to–” 

The mounted flat screen cut to black, the lamps went out and the living room was bathed in darkness. They could hear the trees rustling outside and feel thunderclaps that shook the entire house. It was nothing but black outside of the window– not even a street light peeking in.

“Aw, what the fuck?” Goro groaned, lifting himself upright. 

The other man sighed, “Think the winds’re high enough to knock out the power? Or ya think it was the lightnin’?”

“Hell if I know!”

A loud, anguished scream came from above then was drowned out by another thunderclap causing both men to shoot off the couch and stumble to their feet.

“Shit!” Goro hissed, making his way over toward the stairs as best as he could in the dark room. 

Taiga was right there behind him until he heard the clatter of something being knocked onto the floor.

“Be careful, kyodai. Y’ain’t gettin’ no younger, ya know.” he said, digging through his pocket for his cell phone. “At this age, ya just might fall and break a hip or somethin’.”

“Shut the hell up, alright?” he said, helping himself off the floor. He turned to find Saejima’s face partially illuminated by the cellphone screen. “You forget I’m operatin’ with one eye here.”

He fished his own cell out of his leather pants but instead, turned on the flashlight grateful that he’d had you to teach him how not long ago. Using that light, he navigated his way through the room until he could reach the stairs.

“I’m gonna go check on the lady.” he said.

“I’m comin’ with.”

Goro turned to the man trailing behind him on the stairs and frowned, “Ya know, she don’t need both of us.”

“When has that ever been true?”

He snickered as the previous night flashed through his mind. You had a greed in you that at some point in the evening, he wondered if two of them was even enough before immediately dismissing the thought when he felt himself becoming jealous. 

It certainly wasn’t true last night.

“Touché.”

They turned the corner once they reached the landing, then headed down the hall until they approached the door to your office. Right as Goro lifted his fist to knock, the door swung open, revealing your face illuminated by your phone and theirs. They could see clear as day how red your eyes were. 

“Hey…” Goro said, stroking your cheek only to find that it was wet. “Ya alright?”

“I’m fine. Just really fucking pissed right now.” you spat, turning around to head back into the room.

Goro leaned on the wall as he kept his light on your back. “So… You’re not fine.”

Taiga brushed past him to guide you to the sofa near the wall then caressed your warm, wet face. “You’ve been cryin’. Lemme guess, you were still workin’ on that report?”

“Yes,” you nearly yelled, smacking your knees. “And I fucking lost everything! All of that progress!”

“Shit.” Goro said, joining you two on the sofa.

You let out a deep sigh as Taiga’s heavy hand landed on your shoulder, massaging it. You were tense- so tense. He couldn’t imagine how stressed you’d become over this. A lightbulb went off in his head. 

Ironic. 

“Goro,” he called. “You ‘member that emergency bag?”

The other man’s hand stroked at your leg, “Yeah.”

“Where is it?”

“Downstairs in the hallway closet.”

He didn’t say anything after that. You simply watched his contribution to the room’s light drift away. 

Goro took this time alone to pull you into him, stroking at your hair and squeezing you against him. He’d practically opened up the flood gates. You buried your face into his chest and let out a loud wail. Sobs and frustrated groans stained his shirt with tears and a bit of drool.

“That’s alright. Let it out.”

He hated this.

He knew that it wasn’t his fault, that there wasn’t really much he could have done to prevent this from happening but still… He never felt like a winner when the love of his life was in tears. He kissed and kissed at the crown of your head, then pulled you back from his chest to see your tear stained face before pressing his lips to your forehead. He had an idea but he wasn’t sure if it would bear any fruit. 

If it meant stopping the waterworks, he’d at least give it a shot.

“Gimme a sec, ____. I’m gonna run downstairs and see if I can get the power back up for ya.” 

“What are you going to do?”

“Check the generator and the fuse box.” 

“Yeah, alright.” you said, the sparse light shined on your pouting face and made his heart ache all the more.

The electricity would pay for making his girl cry… Somehow.

He gave your knee a light squeeze before leaving you in the room alone. “Be right back,” was the last thing he said.

You sat there on the sofa, staring in the direction of your PC as your thoughts ran rampant. Taunting you. Why didn’t you see this coming? You’d heard the thunder. You’d seen the lighting. Why didn’t you just make a save? Now, it was too late. You wanted to scream, cry some more or even break something but what was done was done… All you could do now was wallow in your misery and sulk.

Yeah, sulking was good. 

You threw yourself out on the sofa and stared up at the ring of light on the ceiling. It was taking a while for either of them to return. You wondered what they could possibly be doing for so long in that dark ass house but then gave up wondering. You were growing bored and your boredom gave way to anxious thoughts. 

You wanted no more of it. 

Grabbing your phone, you unlocked it, swiped and tapped your way to your usual messaging app until you landed in the group chat with some friends. You took a deep breath then groaned as you tapped out a rant about what had just transpired. You hoped that venting about it some more would help put you at ease. You felt yourself growing angrier with every word, then after the anger dissipated, it settled into something sad. 

You’d have to start almost entirely over… Right after you’d started to get the hang of things. What a pity.

Just as you hit send, Taiga startled you by knocking at the door. You hadn’t even heard anyone walking up the stairs– you usually did, him especially. He wasn’t the lightest on his feet.

“_____, can ya come with me a sec?” he asked.

You sighed, wiping the slow drying tears from your face then lazily peeled yourself from the couch to follow the large man down the stairs, his thick fingers woven with yours. He carefully guided you through the dark with the help of your phones until you reached the spare bedroom. 

“What are we doing here?”

He rubbed at what skin was available on your arms with both hands. “Go on in.”

At his insistence, you reached for the doorknob and slowly turned to open the door. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes. Dozens of votive candles were scattered around the room, vessel candles here and there too. 

Warm candlelight. So beautiful. So many, too– it might have even been a fire hazard but at least it was pretty!

You were slowly drawn into the room, “Wow.”

From where you stood, you could even spot candles all the way through to the grand bathroom. 

“This is so nice, Taiga.” you said, turning to face the man smiling softly at you.

“Dontcha go givin’ him all the credit!” Goro called from the bathroom. 

It was Taiga’s idea but sure, he did help with lighting them. 

“Come on in, ____! The water’s fiiiine.”

“The water?” you said, following your other lover's voice. You found him sitting on the rim of the bubble-filled bathtub and shook your head. “No way.”

“Yes, way.” he said, walking behind you. “Let’s go ahead and getcha outta these, hm?”

He glided his hand over your hair then skated his fingertips down the nape of your neck until he reached your shoulders. Then, he ran his hands down your arms and back up to cross over to the center of your chest where he’d begun unbuttoning your lounge shirt. 

Slow. Deliberate. 

His movements were all intentional as he plucked each button away. One by one. He kept that pace as he stripped you out of each article of clothing until there wasn’t a thing left. 

When he was done, he spun you around to face him. You could see the hungry twinkle in his eye as he visually devoured you. He licked his lips and silently started to work toward doing the same to himself. 

That same turtle pace.

Not once did he break eye contact. He didn’t say a word and yet he was saying it all. Unconsciously your leg squeezed itself over the other and he smirked. 

He fucking smirked. 

He knew precisely what this little strip tease of his was capable of. 

When there was nothing left between you, nothing but his semi-hard cock, he closed the gap. You could feel it poking against you as he slipped his tongue down your throat.

“Goro,” Taiga interrupted. “You were just supposed to bathe with her. The hell are ya doin’?”

He fought the urge to allow himself some friction by grinding against you as he held you closer. He’d been cupping your ass in his hands by the time he pulled away from your lips.

“Mm, sorry, kyodai. Can’t help myself.” he muttered against your neck.

“Well, help it. Otherwise you’re not gonna be able to help with the next part.”

His shoulders slumped as he buried his face against your skin. “Fine.” he groaned.

“The next part?”

“Mhmm.” he hummed, taking your hand and leading you back to the bath. “We’ve got another surprise for ya after yer bath.”

You weren't sure how much more you needed. A relaxing candle lit bath with one of your boys was more than plenty. He helped you into the tub, then when you seemed to be comfortable enough, he stepped in behind you. You’d gotten lucky with this house, finding a tub that could not only accommodate their height but even comfortably seat two at a time.

“S’it feel good?” he asked, wet hands making scoops beneath your breasts to fondle. “The water nice enough for ya?”

You nodded, sinking down further into the water and reclining back into his chest. If it was ever possible to be swaddled in love, it couldn’t have felt too different from this– body submerged in warm water and an even warmer body pressed up against you from behind. You could have completely forgotten about the power outage…. 

Almost.

Taiga kneeled at the side of the tub, handing you a glass of wine. You rotated the glass beneath your nose. That aroma was unmistakable. He’d broken out your favorite bottle. 

Absolutely, this was love.

“Thank you, Taiga.”

He leaned over the rim of the tub to capture your lips before you could kiss the rim of the glass. He always kissed you as if he was savoring it, much like you would soon be savoring this wine.

“Welcome, sweetheart.” he whispered, then pecked at your cheek before standing back up with a grunt.

“Ah, kyodai, did ya find the stuff?” 

You could feel Goro’s voice vibrating through his chest against your back.

“Hm? What stuff?”

Not answering your question, the other man nodded. “I did. So, call it in about 30 minutes and then dry her off and bring’r to bed so we can get started.”

“30 minutes?” Goro whined. “That’s hardly enough time to finish her wine. Give her an hour.”

“Fine, but I don’t wanna hear no funny business. If I do, it’s just me an’ her.”

Goro waved his dripping hand at the man dismissively, flicking water at him and in your face. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Now, get out. Yer wastin’ her time.”

Taiga said nothing else, not for Goro’s sake but for yours. You watched him leave the room, pulling the door up behind him. When it was just the two of you, you tried to sink even further into his chest but this was as close as you could possibly be. 

“Sorry I couldn’t get the power back on for ya.” he muttered against your cheek as he absentmindedly fondled your chest.

“Don’t be. It’s not like it’s your fault the power went out.”

“I know. I just can’t stand seein’ ya upset and stressed out like that.”

“I couldn’t help it. I lost so much progress, Goro.” you sighed, then took a big gulp of wine. 

So much for savoring.

“Well, now’s the time to let it out. I’m listenin’.”

“I don’t really have much else to say about it. I think it’s best for me to calm down and relax now.”

“Mm.”

The two of you soaked in silence for a while. You watched the candlelight flicker along the walls and in the water as you sipped at your wine. Each minute that passed by, you felt the tenseness in your body melt away. You weren't sure if it was the warm water, the calming lighting, just being there in his arms or perhaps even the way he played with your breasts– bouncing your tits, teasing the nipples with his fingertips and pinching them after they’d hardened under his featherlight touch. The semi from before was now a full blown erection pressed against your back, twitching and begging for the neglect to end.

“Yer likin’ this shit, arentcha?” he snickered, dipping his head to nibble at your neck. “Feelin’ real good, huh?”

You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth to suppress the moan threatening to spill out. Good was much too weak of a word to describe how this felt.

“Yes...” 

“How good?” he asked, rolling your nipples between his fingers as he sucked at your neck. You couldn’t answer him– not with your words anyway but the way you had begun to gyrate into the tub told him so much more than you ever could. “Ahhh, baby~. Ya need a hand?”

You bit back a groan.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered against your damp skin and the hair on the back of your neck had begun to rise.

“But Taiga said–”

“_____, do I sound like I give a shit about what Taiga said?” he said then licked a stripe along the goosebumps rising on your neck. “Be a good girl and spread ‘em.”

There was a fluttering inside you– Down low. You loved when he was assertive like this. You tended to take turns passing the baton. Now it was your turn to be the obedient one. You tried to spread your legs but the tub only gave you so much room to meet his liking. The bath was generous in length but not so much in width. 

Clicking his tongue it was apparent that he wasn’t satisfied. He needed you spreaded out much more than this. He reached down to grab one leg and hiked it over the rim of the tub and lifted the other until your foot touched the cool wall.

That was more like it.

His large hand dipped beneath the bed of diminishing bubbles and snaked its way down your body until he was cupping your mound. 

“Oh,” you gasped at his touch. “Goro, we–”

“Want me to stop?” his voice deep tickled your ear and you could have shuddered.

You knew that you should have petitioned for Taiga but from the way you had begun to grind into his hand it would have been apparent that it wasn’t genuine. 

You needed this.

And Goro was nothing if not a problem solver.

You shook your head and he smirked to himself at how well he knew you. He’d known you like the back of his hand. He pressed his middle finger between your slot and found you’d been dirtying up the water with your mess. 

So slippery, despite the bath, just like he suspected you would be. 

He knew you.

He slid his fingers along your slit then slowly reacquainted himself with your swollen bud. You flinched beneath his touch. Your lips fell open as you rested your head back on his shoulder. He could practically see the moan tumbling out of your mouth before the sound even graced the world. Goro brought his hand up to cover your mouth in an attempt to silence you. Water droplets rolled down under your jaw and along your neck until they hit the bathwater again. 

“Ya gotta keep quiet, _____. If he hears, he’s gonna get real pissy.”

You winded your hips in the same pattern as his hand, panting and sighing as you accepted all the pleasure his deft fingers had to offer. You tried your best to keep your voice down. You tried your best not to thrash about. You tried your best to keep your legs propped wide open but Goro’s efforts were wearing you down and you were only moments away from combusting. 

“Oh?” he whispered, hastening his pace. “Ya like this sneakin’ around shit, do ya? That why you’re about to cum so soon? Hold it, baby. We’ve got plenty of time.”

That was just the thing though. You couldn’t hold it– You were just a couple feet away from reaching the mountain’s peak and there was no turning back. Your toes curled as you attempted to fight against the trembling in your thighs that urged you to slam them shut. Any sudden movements and you’d make a splash for sure. You couldn’t have Taiga coming to investigate– not now. 

You ground your head into his shoulder, eyes stapled shut as he pressed his palm to your mouth tighter. He was rubbing faster. He knew you couldn’t hold back. Your hands splashed through the water until you found purchase in his thigh muscles, crescent moons sinking into white skin. 

He pushed you over the edge and all you could do now was ride it out, panting hard into his hand– trying and failing not to let out so much as a squeak. 

“Thaaat’s it, _____. Let it out.” he whispered, kissing your ear. “Thaaat’s my girl. Keep cummin’ for me.”

The current rippling through you shot from head to toe, leaving behind a dizziness in its wake. With a shudder, you melted into him, fighting to catch your breath. At last, he removed his hand from your mouth, subtly noting the bite mark left behind. He hadn’t even noticed you biting him.  He was so engrossed in what he’d been doing. Goro kissed at the wet nape of your neck, tasting a mixture of bathwater and sweat then dropped his bitten hand beneath the water to stroke the skin of your belly.

“Taiga’s going to get so pissed at us…” you said in an airy tone.

“Only if he finds out.” 

“Oh, I think he found out.” a gruff voice said near the door.

The two flinched, gazes following the voice to find the other man leaning against the doorframe with folded arms. 

“What the hell, kyodai? How long ya been standin’ there?”

“Long enough.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you asked.

Something mischievous played on his features beneath the flickering light. “I couldn’t bring myself to interrupt.”

“I told you we should’ve waited, Goro.”

“You ain’t say shit!”

“I tried.”

“Not very hard mi–”

“Enough,” Taiga said, unfolding a large bath towel as he approached the bath. “C’mon, let’s get you dry.”

“It ain’t been an hour yet.”

“Maybe it ain’t but you can’t follow instructions. So, I’m gonna go on and take this one off yer hands.”

He allowed you a moment to clean yourself up then he helped you out of the tub, dried you with the towel then wrapped it around your body before lifting you into his arms bridal style.

“Yer takin’ her for the massage already?”

“Ya know,” he began. “I’m a little fired up now. Maybe I’ll take a page from your book and lose sight o’ my task.” 

“That ain’t fair!” Goro nearly shouted, propping himself up over the edge of the tub. “How’s that fair?”

Taiga looked from you to him, a barely there smirk playing upon his lips and Goro couldn’t see it but you certainly could from your seat. There was something devilish there. 

Wicked.