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“Oh, I have a job for you,” my neighbor, familiar with the delivery company, proposed, “Can you take the van and deliver boxes to the store?”

I agreed. Simple as that. Although the semi-discreet back-and-forth staring between my parents and me pretty much pushed me into that position. The exchange did not take even more than two minutes, and he even slipped me some notes as he shook my hand. Driving home, I hoped it wasn’t a yamibaitō. However, the amount I was offered didn’t make it seem so, nor did the fact that it was a strictly daytime delivery. I also don’t think edible fish are illegal, either. So, I just waited for Friday to come, and I pretty much had put it in the company record the next day.

Two days later, I did as asked. Three hours to Noto, two hours to wait—and freely explore—and another three back to Toyama, every Wednesday of that month. I enjoyed the drive, but I was equally bored. The drier weather certainly helped make it easier in a slower car. Still, it was just as monotonous, even with the sea and mountains around. I was, however, eating my words by the third trip, when a forecasted downpour came that had me almost stranded at a rest station. My music was drowned out by the massive storm overhead, followed by being stuck in the konbini itself, half-wet and chilly, watching the strong wind and waiting to get back to my car. I thought that was the last trip. Yet apparently, while clocking in the next, and more clear, morning, I realized I was booked for a fourth one three days from then. 

"Must've needed another freezer filled," I thought to myself when I saw the address. 

Friday. I clocked in with just a minute to spare before I got a penalty. Heading out for my fourth, tacked-on trip, it was my farthest so far, and my neighbor had somebody else waiting beside him at the store. Parking the car aside, I got down and greeted him, and then his daughter, too. Rei. Naoi Rei. The neighbor's older daughter of the same age. Pointing to her, and I already knew before he got to it from the way she was dressed that she was going to accompany me. Three minutes of polite niceties, some signed papers, then even more orders, and I was able to turn the key again. 

I pretty much started to catch up as soon as I drove away from our neighborhood. I grew up next to Rei. We used to be playmates, much like every neighbor of mine, though she went to another school, and we never interacted much during my teenage years. She did reply often, though maybe the friendlier mood the conversation took helped both of us to get at ease. Reaching the highway, it was shaping up less of a job and more like driving to a friend's organized trip. 

It was a mix of talking, Rei sleeping, and me having a mid-morning snack at a rest station. Thinking about it, however, I was still confused as to what she was actually there for. This felt too easy a task for her to be with me, heading to a town just next to the highway, too. I haven’t asked her either why exactly.

"Alright, we're heading home, after, right?" 

"Not really," she asked me, "Can you also drive somewhere else for me?" 

Now, I signed up for the first task. Though this was just playing courier-for-free, with an envelope from Rei's bag, and now in her hand, I just thought it prudent to accept. From what I recall, it wasn't as if the back was going to be overloaded either. 

"Well, what's that?" I asked. 

It was a private package, a bit out of the way, in a smaller village of mostly elderly folk. A familial package, also in a box, but I didn't question it much beyond that. Just another grandparent of hers that I have never seen—and why it was Rei that was sent instead, a familiar face, together with a delivery truck boy. Hopefully, not too many questions, just so I won't have to overtime too long.

We got the first task done, after the long drive to a seaside town, one even further than Noto, but still the same sight of a fishport. Though opening the boxes, the wrapped, frozen fish meant I didn't have to worry about the smell. Afterwards, we stopped for lunch at a place Rei knew. Now, task two, although I was heading there, I couldn't help but keep looking up. Yet, I didn't want to comment to avoid making her feel that she was the problem. 

Though when I glanced over at the stoplight. Rei was also looking out, and she was a little worried, too.  

"Eh?" I remarked as I turned the road, slowing down a bit, "That's new."

"Why?" Rei looked up too. 

A small, one-way bridge lay ahead. Just wide enough to fit the van or a small truck. 

“Maybe we can go...,” Rei shyly started. I could feel her turn to look.

“It can fit,” I answered, quickly glancing at her. I pointed up, “Though that’s the problem.”

“Well, maybe we can wait?” she replied.

“I don’t think that will fall for a bit.” 

I said as I slowed down to fit us right in the center line. Crossing it slowly, I looked to see the stream under it already speeding up. Maybe there had been a strong shower upstream? I couldn’t exactly remember science classes. Although it was a literal farmland, the small roads were the only thing that broke up the rice paddies. Yet right beside one road was a small lot with just trees all over it. A slight curve later, and now facing the center of the small village. Rei spoke up again. 

“I think,” she began, but finished uncertainly, “I think her house is after the central junction…”

“Been some time since you’ve been here?”

The uncertainty in her voice made us both slightly nervous. 

“Yeah, kind of,” Rei answered, “They moved houses, too.” 

“Is that so?” I was trying to hide my surprise.  

We got there soon enough. Rei pointed out the windshield as soon as we passed the junction. Save for a bike, we had been the only vehicle there. It had just been as I expected, with only Rei getting out of the car. Knocking on the gate until an older lady answered. She was focused on Rei before the gate closed, politely acknowledging me when she saw me through the window. After a while, a middle-school boy came out with a box, followed by her. 

Being in my work uniform, I was able to take it off his hands and personally load it. Back in the car, we turned around, and another left back at the junction. Rei then suggested we park by the only convenience store in town, appropriately, the last building before the paddy beside it. As we went down, I noticed that the sky was getting even grayer, so I only bought myself a snack and coffee for the long journey home. 

Though the clouds seemed to hold other plans, with raindrops falling on both of us as we briskly walked to the van. I had not been a very good weatherman, and as we started to eat, I started it. It began to pour. It was just a light drizzle while we were eating. Having finished before Rei, I reversed and drove. Visibility was worsening as I slowly went, with the high beams on, the sound of raindrops and the passing wind loud on the roof. 

“It’s raining, and we have to get home,” I said, saving the worst part, “The small bridge might be closed.” 

Rei just acknowledged it. As the only access point, we can only wait for the rain and wind to subside. A day-glo orange and white sign greeted us as we approached the bridge, an inverted red triangle on it, blocking the path, saying what I was already thinking—tomare—tsk! 

“Well,” Rei said as we stood there, “What do we do now?” 

“We wait.” 

I replied as I slowly reversed. Barely able to see past the bridge, as if its design already hadn’t given away its age. Rei suggested the town, but I pointed out the small patch of trees we had seen earlier. We wouldn’t even have to get out of the car. That could hopefully make it less loud inside, maybe we could even sleep. Coming closer, there was enough space for a van our size to pull into. Sighing as I accepted our fate, we both texted people about our delays. Rolling the windows down a little and shutting only the engine, I kept the keys in as we waited. The rain was weaker now, but still pouring hard. Wanting to get some rest, I carefully stepped between the seats to get to the back, being able to stretch my legs before she followed me. 

Turning to me, Rei held some food out. Beginning to talk to her, we were both diverted to our phones and ourselves. I noticed something, however, while showing videos we took during our first semester in university. Her legs folded up on the chair, the knee-length skirt she’d worn had hiked up her leg too. I tried not to mind it much, yet she must’ve noticed it herself, pulling it down to cover her thigh when it was my turn to show my phone. 

In our summer clothes, we had dressed up more or less for the heat. My shorts, Rei’s skirt, and polo shirts between us were the call. Not a jacket in sight. The problem now was that, with the chair reclined, and feeling my sleepiness catching up, I could lie with my legs up. Without looking, she pulled her legs up even further, skirt sliding up her leg again. My phone in my hands, and close to my face, thinking I could afford to steal a quick, perverted glance downward. She’s a childhood friend, I thought. Too late. 

“What are you looking at?” 

Rei looked puzzled. I laughed nervously, “Nothing.”

I knew I was caught red-handed. My eyes were a bit dazed, lips pursed, gripping my phone tightly. Pushing myself away a bit, a futile attempt at distraction. 

"At my legs?" Rei insisted, her blank stare stayed, yet by putting her phone down, she seemed just as intrigued. 

"I mean," I stuttered, "I was not expecting them to be that long."

"That's the first time I heard that," Rei laughed, "Well, you can have a look." 

My eyebrows went up, then furrowed. I could only laugh. Unbelieving. I don't even know why I said they were "long." Yet Rei had her hand on her skirt and was pulling it back now, going higher than the accidental peeks of earlier. I was speechless. This was happening too fast. 

Rei then moved closer. In the middle now. Bending her right leg to me, skirt pulled back, and her hand holding it almost the way up. It was really beginning to feel like some lewd prank. I couldn't hide the fact that I actually liked it, yet I wasn't expecting her to be so forward about it. 

"Hmm," Rei looked around. I did too. The rain wasn't letting up, and turning back, she sounded just as uncertain, blurting out, "We can do it here, you want to give it a go?" 

"Eh?!" I pulled myself back a little. No time to think. I swallowed, "Okay."

"In that case," Rei said, placing her hand on my shoulder. Slowly leaning forward, a quick glance at each other's lips, she shut her eyes, then my own. She tilted her head left, and I went right. Hand on her thigh. We kissed. I must've been as pink as her cheeks, both of us giggling before continuing. Smooching, we stayed fixed. I was slightly pushing towards her, my hand sliding up her leg, thinking she'd stop me. Instead, she put her hand on my chest. Her skirt was pushed as it slid up to her ass. I thought about it as our lips were getting wetter, but no tongues, not yet. Only hasty first-timers do something so inane. I moved my hand up, moving up to her neck, when she grabbed it and placed it on her chest. 

I squeezed. Rei's tits were soft, firm, supple, larger than most—mismatched with her face. Inching even further, her hand reached down too. Both of us exhaled at different times, letting the chills pass through before making out again. Sticking my tongue out, I was surprised when it was she who pushed against me. I did too. The smooches grew louder as I began sliding my hand off her tits and tracing her form with my palm. Unexpectedly, her curves made me wonder why I hadn't noticed her when we had passed each other on the street, or entered my more lewd imagination—yet reality was preferable to it. Stopping again, we moved towards the middle portion of the seat. Looking down where my hands were. 

"You don't like touching my chest?" Rei asked. 

"I can't with your shirt tucked in." 

Then, Rei laid me down straight. She hesitated for a bit before throwing her legs over and straddling me. Pinned down, I watched as she pulled her shirt off her skirt, then over her head, laying it as a clump beside me. As she reached behind her bra, I sat up and planted my lips on the top of her cleavage, stopping to pull me into her tits. As I pulled away, we shared a giggle as my second kiss left a faint hickey on it. Though she knew precisely how to pull me in when she pulled her bra down, not letting me pounce until she unhooked it herself. 

Placing a bud on my mouth, I sucked hard enough to make Rei moan. Looking up to see her head turned up, then sideways as I circled my tongue around. The rain had picked up again, along with the wind. Maybe that's why she grew bolder, grabbing at her ass. I released a nipple with a pop, moving to the other nipple, tugging at it. With that, I felt her slowly moving her hips with a slow grind. Pulling me off of her, we looked at each other before craning her neck down, me continuing to tease by squeezing and rubbing her nip. Pulling away again, she was moving back from me.

"You want it now?" 

Rei was shaking her head as she tried to sit on the floor. I got the picture. Leaning forward to slide the chair back even further until the stacked boxes creaked. That allowed Rei to kneel and undo my shorts, helping out by sliding them off, along with my boxers. With only my shirt on now, I felt a warm pair of hands on my cock. Starting to stroke it, she waited for it to be just slightly harder. Leaning downward to lick it rushed things. Fingers in her hair and sliding it back, she looked up at me with her tongue orbiting around my cock. I didn’t even need to say anything, nor did I need her permission. She just knew what was next. 

Leaning closer now, Rei kept her eyes on me as her lips formed around the tip. Resting her hand on the base, she opened her mouth and began to go down without much effort. Keeping my cock straight with her tongue, making her gag for a bit, smoother the second time, only taking me deep. A soft, fleshy seal formed from her lips, coupled with her steady stroking when she focused on my tip. The electric feeling of it made me twitch, scaring me for a second, thinking it was a false alarm. I was thinking things were moving too quickly—but most storms don’t even last that long, either.

“You’re not a virgin, right?” Rei asked. I shook my head, not recently. She nodded.

“Ever heard of paizuri before?”

“Yeah,” I answered. Then I remembered she had the right size for it. Already sandwiching my shaft between her tits. Soft, yes, but it was dry. That would be no comfort, and we both knew it. Moving away, she was rummaging through something in her handbag. I asked her. 

“Wait, how can you?”

“Here,” Rei said, a small bottle of rubbing oil and wet wipes in between her fingers. She came ready. Yet, having moved, she stroked me again, even sucking for good measure before she poured it in between her tits. Giving me one last blow, hollowing her cheeks out for good measure before a loud pop and finding myself between her tits.

It was an image I never thought I’d see. Rei moved forward, bunching up, then smothering my cock with her tits. Beginning to move her torso, I struggled to describe the new feeling of it, seeing the tip of my cock slide smoothly and glimpsing between her tits. Her hands caged it as I was helpless, the lubricant not helping. I only felt warmth being so close to her chest. Though soon, Rei adjusted, and, closing her tits further, fully trapped my cock. My hips buckled towards her as she picked up the pace. I felt myself twitch and become breathless for a second as I bit my lip, a long exhale leaving me as I tried to process the feeling. I just heard a faint giggle in response. 

“Let’s not do this for too long,” Rei chirped. 

She must’ve taken notice, having slowed down some. Giving me a bit of relief, only then did I notice my fingers had curled into a grip on the leather. Quite an obvious observation.

“You think?” I answered.

I replied, straining. I was trying to think of everything to not shoot my load all over her cleavage. Rei just smiled and continued, looking down to see her handiwork, my tip just ready to burst out, if it wasn’t leaking so much precum already. Giving her the go-ahead to turn her pace up a little. Switching from using only her tits, to smothering the end of my cock and then rubbing it against her cleavage. Though later, she was doing just as she had earlier. The storm was beginning to pick up again, the small, warm space, and uncomfortable leather making me slightly shift, not away, but closer to her. Trying to do her part to delay my orgasm by saying. 

“Just think it’s my hand earlier.”

I found it ridiculous. Yet, my mouth never moved. My eyes were just switching between Rei and looking outside. Then she stopped. The sound of the rain, the warm scent of sweat mixed with the leather, and the storm came over us. Staring at me, she continued, this time not even giving me time to relax, sucking through my teeth, unprepared. Moaning once as my words were scrambled. She definitely had this trick figured out. I was clearly finding myself becoming overwhelmed and twitching, muttering a jittery, incoherent series of words that only signaled one thing: Stop!

Rei ground to a halt. Letting my cock go, pulling away as it sprang back. Trying to control myself from cumming all over myself now, I at least knew she was talking, all while I throttled my breath as I had gotten too excited. A first time for anything, always. I almost didn’t hear her ask me, meeting her stare with a, “Hm?” 

“Do you have a condom?”

I pointed to my wallet, which was behind Rei and had been left facing up on the center console. Opening it for her, I held it out for her as she was cleaning her chest with the wet wipes. Taking the packet off my hand, she asked if she could touch and wipe my cock for me. Carefully, she did so, almost feeling like an interlude. Even mentioning how she thought I was lying about being a virgin, simply because I was acting like one. Before calling my attention and tearing the packet open. 

“Well, that really was my first paizuri,” I answered as she rolled the latex down. 

“You did pretty well for your first time, then,” Rei replied, rising. A knee on the seat, she began sliding her shorts off, helping her with it while she asked for my lips again. Though when I reached for her skirt, I was greeted with a half-hearted “no.” Yet with her panties on her ankles, I understood her idea. As she slid them off and straddled me. Pulling her closer by her leg, she gave me one more kiss, and while sliding her tongue on my cheek, she said.

“I wasn’t expecting this.” 

“Me neither,” I replied, averting my gaze to her body as it hovered. So thick and curvy, and here I am, lying back. We just shared a giggle at the absurdity of it all.

“Ready?” Rei asked. I nodded. Pointing my cock towards her entrance, I slid it in between her folds, teasing her by slowly rubbing it over. Feeling the warmth, I could hear our breaths shake. Then, fed up, she grabbed my wrist and pushed herself downward. Having not done any foreplay, she was only slightly wet, taking a little force before I slipped in. That made the pop! past her tight entrance more pronounced. Both of us let out a groan, keeping my voice down, tensed up as her tightness greeted me. Having forgotten foreplay, I was thinking of throwing her off, but she kept pushing down. Hands on her hips, I pushed her further down, and, feeling myself getting loud, I bit my lip. Finally, moaning as she placed her weight down, sliding me all inside. Her face inches away from me, she whispered, “You feel good.”

“I haven’t even moved yet.” Meeting her gaze. 

Rei didn’t respond. Though with her hands on my shoulders, she began to ride me. Both of us found it hard not to moan. Breathing deeply, I forced myself to relax. At the same time, gazing all over her figure, trying not to think about the fact that she was on top, attempting to extend myself. Yet she didn’t seem to care, her walls squeezing in around me, hips rolling, eyebrows furrowed, eyes slowly shutting, nipples hard. Biting my lip and tightening my grip on her ass as she took me in deep, so much for trying to hush myself. 

Her mouth hanging open, Rei began to settle into her rhythm, moving herself away and throwing her head back. Her hands on my knees, it seemed like she had trouble figuring out whether she should bounce or grind against me. Eventually, I did the latter, and it made me feel her tighten with every revolution. Either way, her tits bounced all the same, grabbing onto it as the cushion of the seat began to creak. I didn’t seem to mind that even the van was already slightly bouncing. 

The way Rei bounced always left half of me inside her, only opening her eyes a little to look at me. Meanwhile, I was never one to shut my eyes, not when the woman was, at least. I always looked.

Hearing that squelching coming along, Rei began to bounce faster, her breath starting to rush and catch. Our hands changed positions, one of mine rising to her hip while she grabbed the wrist. Further leaning herself backward, her fingers digging into my leg as mine did to her thigh. Running her fingers through her hair as she sapped herself. I don’t consider myself enough to tell if she was just so good, yet as I was straining in every manner I could. Forcing myself to think of relaxing, leaning my head back, biting my lip, and shutting my eyes, by that, I guess the answer was clear. I braced for Rei, somewhat ragdolling under her as she rode me. Then, just as her moans were beginning to rise in tempo, she suddenly stopped, panting. I asked her.

“You came?” 

Rei shook her head, “Almost.” 

“Wait,” I said as I beckoned her to raise her legs up. Now in a squat, I told her to continue. Without question, I saw as her lips, parted by my cock, disappeared inside, and up to her hilt. Almost immediately, we both felt the difference, as she felt even tighter, a surprised squeeze from her walls greeted me. Holding on to me more as she hastened her pace, making up for her lost orgasm. Almost in a sing-song, she said.

“Oh, that feels better.”

Rei wasn’t stopping. Like her, the rain had picked up its intensity again. Bouncing on me, every slap of our sex reverberated into the seat and made the van rock. She was hasty, not pacing herself, not stopping halfway, my entire length being squeezed by her tightening velvet walls. I spread my legs just slightly wide, sitting idly, as she wanted me only deep inside, and I was struggling. Telling her I’m close, I was thinking she’d scoff at me for finishing so quickly. Instead, she huffed, a silly smile forming on her curled lips, as she leaned in to kiss me deeply. Yet again, just as she was about to climb to that orgasm. Rei bit her lip, then stopped. I asked why. 

“I’m tired,” Rei replied as she put her legs down. Continuing to make out with me, I grabbed onto her where I could. I needed to think. Fatigue had caught up to her in the crude position—and the lack of foreplay. Neither of which was a favorite. I needed to think fast. I was close enough, and wearing my only condom, so fingers weren’t really an ideal option. Doggy could do, but the chair couldn’t go down any further. Nothing too awkward. That left one option: she needed to lie down.

Telling her to get off, it took a bit before I was able to find the proper position as she lay down. Rei looked up at me, with an arm slung over the seat, while I had to tilt and bend forward myself so I wouldn’t tire my neck as much. Pushing myself inside, I didn’t pace myself and bucked my hips entirely inward. I didn’t know how I looked, seeing her bump her head on the plastic, her mouth open, eyes half closed. Grabbing her leg, I pushed them forward, and just a little wider. I started slowly, watching how my cock glistened as she rode on it earlier. 

Though soon, I felt her hand on my hip, with her fingers pushing me to her. So I didn’t even need to ask; Rei wanted it deep. 

Planting my legs, I went faster. The tempoed, slapping sound of my cock disappearing into Rei, her moans quickly rising to the same volume she was already at earlier. I tried to keep a neutral expression, but slowly, I felt my eyebrows furrowing too. Letting out a moan every now and then, contrasting her louder groans as she moved under me. Raising herself further up, she put a hand on my neck as she asked for more. Looking around, she giggled and seemed to have taken note of the van now rocking from side to side, too.

“See anybody?” Rei asked.

“Nope.” 

“It’s still raining?” she followed. It was, and I nodded. Though it was beginning to weaken. I told her that too. 

“Go harder.” Rei then commanded. Feeling her leg close in on my waist, and while her lips formed to say another word, I bucked my hips. Because I knew that if I saw another car, even afar, we’d be suspect. Though Rei’s words did help, and so did her tightening pussy, seeing her tits bounce as she repeated herself like a risqué mantra, making me pour what little I had left to finish it. Seeing her becoming much wetter, even beginning to soil the seat as I thrusted as deep as I could, ceaselessly into her, ignoring the burning feeling on my thigh and twitching cock. Her hands on my hips, I was followed by that final command. 

“Don’t stop until you cum.” Rei said, “And don’t pull out.”  

I couldn’t help but smile at that. A childhood friend asking for a creampie. Still mirroring each other, the shock of a sudden twitch had our expressions snap back quickly. Pushing through Rei’s tightness for that final dash, the slapping became louder, and the van’s rocking was more pronounced now. No sooner had I started that run when she jerked upward and gasped. Trying to string her words along as she tried to keep her neck up and staring—I knew she was cumming—and unable to. Before leaning her head back, closing her eyes, and holding her mouth open, she moaned at her loudest. 

Feeling Rei squeezing and pulsing under made me cum too. Jamming my hips forward into her, biting her lip before breaking out. Both of us groaned as, on instinct, her body rolled under me, while I emptied myself into the latex, twitching so hard that my whole hips moved too. Feeling ourselves gliding down, I looked outside again. The rain was just a slight drizzle now, and right on cue, another van was slowly driving towards the bridge. Looking back down, I slowly pulled out of her, the silent scene only broken by us catching our breaths.

Giving Rei’s tits one last, loud suckle, she then sat upright and reached for the condom. Removing it with a snap, though, instead of tying it at the dry part, she held it up high and let it drip down, squeezing from top to bottom. Tongue out with my cum, she then closed her mouth and swallowed it. Given our history up to that moment, I felt more shocked, but oddly, a little turned on, too. Leaning in and sharing a kiss, that seemed to cap the entire chance encounter. 

Sitting down in our underwear, now opposite our original places, I scrambled to at least drink something. I handed her the bottle first, and as she passed it on, she said. 

“That was nice, wasn’t it?” 

I met her stare as I was drinking. 

“Was it?” I replied as I put the bottle down. 

“That was a lot, too,” Rei added. I just scoffed and waved my hand. I didn’t seem to think so. Now, I was thinking of initiating another round. Trying to ignore the reality that such a one-time thing was over. Yet our circumstances, the weather in particular, had already passed us by. The clouds were scattered now and moving away, and the other van, along with the sign, was gone too. That took the chance for another round with her. 

Not long after, we put the chair up, then put our clothes back on, and fixed ourselves up, copiously spraying whatever we had to remove the musk of sex from the backseat. Opening the door to cool ourselves off, not knowing it was that warm from how much we were moving around. 

Then, just as we had come, I turned the key and drove away. The stream had risen to quite an angry stream under the bridge as we passed over it. We were tired, and I thought I couldn’t go onto the highway feeling sleepy, so we stopped at another convenience store. Gorging ourselves quite a bit, we silently went on to the expressway, the sunset just breaking out as we settled at speed. Yet I just couldn’t get the image of us fucking out of my head. I thought I could use that to keep me awake besides coffee. It did, though, when Rei and I started conversing just about midway on the way back, sex was the exact topic. 

“You want to do it again?” I cheekily asked at one point.

“Maybe,” she answered, giggling.

We had caught up at that avenue too, and agreed to keep it just between us. Dropping Rei off just before seven, her father greeted us. Taking longer as I gave him what he had hired me for, along with the little side mission. Though I was honest about the rainstorm. A quick, shared glance at her, as I mentioned us waiting at a konbini, a white lie, before we could leave the village. She covered her mouth, laughing behind him, while I had to focus on talking to him. All pretending I didn’t fuck her under the rain, in the van I drove beside me. Finally, after receiving my payment, I said my goodbyes to them as they waited at the gate and drove off. Finding myself at a stoplight again, now driving a quieter van, my phone lit up. It was Rei with a message, and a picture too. 

[Thanks for today, and yes, we can do it again some other time.] 

His cock teased her entrance, slick with desire. The anticipation was almost too much. Her nails gripped his biceps without either realizing that she tore the skin. His other hand pressed deeply into the pillow next to her head. The room filled with the sound of the radio that they haphazardly turned on, praying it would be loud enough to fill the sounds they would make together. 

“Please.” Her words were quiet, breathless. He nodded his head, swallowing nothing.

He plunged deep inside, barely giving her tight cunt time to adjust to his thick shaft. His hips pumped him in and out, bottoming inside of her. She practically screamed at the feeling. It was intense, almost painful but in the best way. She knew that his dick had officially ruined her, she’d never be able to take another, as if she was permanently molded to his. 

Mindless words slipped from both of their lips, he knew he wouldn’t last long. She was too tight, felt too good. Her hand released his bloody arm and magnetized to her sensitive clit, rubbing vigorously.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” her eyes were closed tightly while she forced them open, desperate to cum while watching his expression. She felt like she could explode and so could he. He forced himself to pull out just before he did. A whimper of sadness escaped her lips, the feeling of being empty was too much.

“Turn over.” His words were blunt and direct. As she did so he slapped her ass, the burn stung but turned her on even more. He forcefully grabbed her thighs and spread her legs apart, reaching forward to smash her head into the blanket. Her back arched and for a moment he just admired her. He noted how perfect her ass was as he grabbed both cheeks in his hands, squeezing harshly before slapping her ass again. 

“Please.” He would’ve made her clarify but they were both too horny for that routine. He lined up his tip at her entrance, pushing it in again, this time more slowly. Her pussy squeezed around the length. Even though he was just fucking her, the size always surprised her and made her drool into the pillow.  

His rhythm continued to speed up. He grabbed her hips tightly, leaving bruises where his fingertips grabbed. All she could muster was ‘faster’ and ‘harder’ here and there. Other than that, it was endless screams of his perfect name into the pillow until her voice was gone from the dryness of moaning. 

One particular pump was significantly deeper than the rest, jolting her forward. He had hit her spongy soft cervix and smiled to himself but pulled back a bit so as to not hurt her. 

He fucked her hard, in every positon they could think of. Hours passed as well as countless orgasms.

The room slowly quieted, the radio still humming softly somewhere on the dresser. The frantic energy that had filled the space only moments before settled into something heavy and warm. He hovered over her for a second, breathing hard, trying to catch his breath while the heat between them slowly faded.

Her body trembled slightly beneath him, the tension leaving her muscles in slow waves. He reached down and brushed a strand of damp hair away from her face, his fingers gentler now, careful where her skin had flushed red. For a moment neither of them spoke, the only sounds their breathing and the faint crackle of the radio.

“You okay?” His voice was rough, quieter than before.

She nodded against the pillow, turning her head so she could look at him. Her voice came out hoarse from all the shouting earlier. “Yeah. Just… give me a second.”

He shifted beside her, easing some of his weight off and pulling the blanket up around her shoulders. His hand traced absentminded circles along her back, careful around the spots he knew would probably bruise later. The earlier urgency had been replaced by something softer, almost sheepish.

“Sorry about your arm,” she murmured after a moment, glancing at the scratches she’d left along his bicep.

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Worth it.”

She rolled onto her side slowly, wincing just a little before settling against him. The mattress dipped as he adjusted, letting her tuck herself into the space beside his chest. He pulled her closer without thinking, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head.

The room felt different now. Calm. Safe.

After a minute he reached toward the nightstand, grabbing the half-empty glass of water sitting there and passing it to her. “Drink,” he said gently.

She took it, sipping slowly before handing it back. Her fingers brushed his as she did, lingering for a moment.

“Don’t fall asleep yet,” he added, nudging her shoulder lightly. “You always pass out right after.”

She let out a tired laugh, eyes already half closed. “Maybe because someone wears me out.”

He shook his head, but the small smile on his face stayed as he pulled the blanket higher around them. His thumb continued tracing slow circles on her arm while the radio murmured quietly in the background.

Eventually her breathing evened out, growing slower as she relaxed against him. He stayed awake a little longer, watching the rise and fall of her shoulders, making sure she was comfortable before letting his own eyes close.

He had to have been the string across the Atlantic. The one who almost died.

Glancing higher, you were met with soft brown eyes; the kind that makes you feel warmth. There was another emotion there, one you couldn’t put words to, at least not yet. He was dressed in scrubs, with a lightweight hoodie on over them, a gold chain peeking out of his shirt collar. Your eyes locked on an ID badge still clipped to him. He was a doctor, a doctor at the same hospital that had hired you, PMTC. Somehow, that information had grounded you, pulling you out of the initial shock of your strings forming a glowing triangle.

“Um, hi?” you said hesitantly, trying not to immediately embarrass yourself, your face already warming under their combined gaze. Fuck, you knew you’d find your soulmates attractive, people rarely didn’t, but at a glance they were the definition of your type. From the stubble and grey curls of the veteran to the slight greying of the beard on the doctor, and his size compared to yours. It all, it all made you feel something. You tried to ignore the spark in your core from being near them. While it was perfectly normal for a soulmate greeting, it still made you feel a rush of embarrassment on the back of your neck.

“Hey,” the doctor exhaled, like a weight had been lifted off his chest. He gazes down at you with a warm smile, misty-eyed. His smile lines and crow’s feet widened your smile. You had always found creases that represented a life lived beautiful. When you glanced to your left, the soldier was already looking at you, seemingly done sizing you up.  

“I’m Jack,” he quipped before nodding to his left, “He’s Robby.”

It took you a second to process what he was saying, too caught up trying to quell your nerves. You quickly supplied your name, stumbling through it.

There was a beat of silence before your anxiety spiked again.

“Do you want to come in?” You asked, always a nervous talker. You stepped aside; they glanced at each other fleetingly before moving into your apartment.

“Sorry about the mess, I’ve only been in the city for-”

“Three hours?” The doctor, no, Robby supplied. “I noticed Jack and your strings overlapped at around 3ish.”

“Is that why you got off your shift on time?” Jack asked, quirking a brow.

“Yeah, but I was discreet, no one noticed outside of Dana,” Robby replied.

“You mean Dana was the only one to call you out?” Jack said, telling more than asking.

“I-Yeah, no that,” he sighed, running a hand down his face and took a breath, “That’s probably more accurate,”

“What department do you work in?” you asked.

“We both work in the emergency department.” Jack answered, “Attendings.”

You nodded, trying to school your face, as you debated if it was a good idea to tell them now that you’d be in the same hospital for work. You knew as soon as you told them your occupation that it’d click anyway. Their hospital was the closest to this apartment building, and this apartment building was the most affordable option in the immediate vicinity.

“What do you do for work?” Robby asked, segueing away from what, based on their tone, seemed to be a touchy subject.

“Oh, I’m an art therapist.” You answered, “I actually start PMTC on Monday.”

They shared a look that you couldn’t quite nail down. Hopefully it wasn’t anything bad.

“What department will you work in?” Jack asked.

“From what was explained to me, I would be flexing in different departments based on patient needs. Primarily, I’d be in the behavioral unit, inpatient rehabilitation, and pediatrics.” You answered. “While I start on Monday, I’m actually going to be going in tomorrow to get a tour and orientation so that I can hit the ground running on my first official day.”

“Okay,” Jack said, Robby and Jack shared another look, before letting out a breath/sigh. Normally, you wouldn’t pry, but the combination of your nervous mouth and quick observations had you blurting out your conclusion before entirely thinking it through.

“They don’t know about you two being soulmates, do they?” You asked. They shared yet another look, “Okay, you two need to knock it off with the looks.” You sighed, slightly frustrated, “I know we literally just met, and you don’t know me, but I’m not one to judge. I’d appreciate it if you’d let me into what’s going on so we can form a plan and set healthy boundaries.”

“Okay,” Robby replied, while Jack just nodded. Despite your age gap, it seemed like you were on equal footing, that being you were all equally at a loss.

“Are either of you hungry?”  You offered, hoping that a mild distraction would help make the talk go smoother.

“Have you already gone shopping?” Robby asked, confused.

“Oh, no, I just got way too much Thai takeout. I actually got so much to justify not going shopping til I’m unpacked.” You confessed with a laugh. Robby smiled in return, while Jack’s lip twitched, like he wasn’t all the way there yet to commit to fully taking off his mask. You smiled despite that. If your career had taught you anything, it was not to rush it. You could meet him where he’s at, at least for now. They both followed to the kitchen, not straying farther than an arm’s length away. You made quick work of unpacking the food. You were happy you got a soda and water bottles on the side to make packing it tomorrow easier. You heard a faint huff of a laugh behind you as you pulled out the third entrée.

“What?” you asked, giving Jack side-eye,

“Nothing, I just didn’t figure that you’d be feeding yourself and a small army.” He said, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“I may have been a little hungry when I was ordering.” You admitted pulling out an appetizer of dumplings and finally some Thai spring rolls, causing both of them to laugh, “Okay, maybe very hungry.” You said in your defense.

“I can see that,” Jack replied, smirk now fully present.

“Shut up,” you said, before he could comment as you pulled out five sets of plastic cutlery.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he answered, teasingly causing you to now be the flustered one.

“Are you ever gonna put on your shirt?” you said, trying to segue into something less embarrassing.

“Are you?” he shot back, causing you to pause and look down at your outfit.

“I’m wearing a shirt,” you said with a quirked brow, gesturing down at your crop top.

“Yeah, but it’s missing the other 60%,” he responded, taking a seat at your kitchen table, before sliding his shirt on.

You jokingly over dramatically rolled your eyes, before tossing him a water bottle and making a plate for him that he dictated from his spot, leaning his crutches against the table.

“Did you build all of this?” Robby asked, gesturing to your couch, coffee table, and TV.

“Oh, no, I just used a handyman that my friend Cleo knows. He was like half the rate of the guy the building manager suggested. Technically, my move-in date was last weekend, so he was able to assemble all the furniture over the past week, and he also helped me set up the TV and Wi-Fi. Which I’m grateful for because I’m terrible when it comes to tech stuff.” You answered, settling up next to Jack at the table.

“And all the plastic boxes?” Jack asked as Robby sat down across the table from you.

“Oh, since I was moving across the state from Philly, I hired movers. They use reusable boxes as a motivator to unpack everything. You pay a flat rate for two weeks, and then there’s a fine that gets added for every day you’re over. Which I definitely need. I was still finding boxes from the last time I moved when I was packing my apartment up.” You answered.

“Next time we move, you’re in charge,” Robby declared, before taking a large bite of one of the spring rolls. Only to stop mid-bite after realizing the implications of what he just said.

“I-I mean-” he tries to get out around the large bite, causing you to laugh.

“It’s okay, I know what you meant,” you said with a light smile. Jack bumps his shoulder into yours, drawing your attention.

“Next time let him sweat more,” Jack comments with a smirk, “He’s pretty when he blushes.”

“He could’ve choked,” you pointed out as Robby finally swallows his bite and takes a large swig of water.

“Never said he wouldn’t,” Jack paused to take a sip of his own water, “but for the record, he’s equally pretty when he chokes. You’ll never hear me complain about the sounds he makes.”

Robby choked on his water at the implication, causing a whine to pull from his throat, before he started coughing. Jack’s smirk widened. Your face heats up at how casual Jack is with it, especially considering they weren’t even out at work. But then again, you are their soulmate. Normally, you were apprehensive when men cop an attitude like that; it almost always felt like they were overcompensating. But Jack felt different, his personal brand of cockiness seemed earned; like he could back up his smugness in an instant. You wish he’d reel it in, though, as a flourish of warmth sparked in your core. It didn’t help that you were practically touching, to the point that you could feel the heat radiating off of him. You cleared your throat and took a beat to build up the courage to continue your talk, heart palpitating.

“So, does anyone else you know aware that you’re romantic soulmates?” you asked.

“Only Dana and Jack’s therapist,” Robby said, glancing at Jack for confirmation. he nodded in response.

“Whose Dana?” you asked.

“She’s the charge nurse on day shifts.” Robby started, “She’s also our friend, but even if she wasn’t, she’s smart enough to figure it out.”

“Do you both work day shifts?” you asked.

“No, I’m on nights. I just have today off, normally I’m Robby’s relief.” Jack replied.

“Is that on purpose to keep up appearances?” you asked.

“It doesn’t hurt, but I’ve always preferred nights, and he prefers days. If there’s short staffing or an emergency, we normally work together.” Jack explained, and you nodded as you took another bite, trying to process everything to set up the best system. While you still yearned to be close to them, to the extent that Robby across the table from you felt too far, you didn’t want them to out themselves at work if they weren’t ready.

“So, if I’m ever in the emergency department, I should act like I don’t know either of you?” you asked, causing a silent pause to wash over the table. This time, you let go of them, glancing at each other before responding. It was a loaded question. You shifted nervously in your seat at the lack of response, before giving them reassurance.

“I’m okay with it for now if that’s what you’re worried about.” You said, “I just met both of you, but I know the dynamics of working in an environment like an emergency department is crucial to best serve people. Throwing off that rhythm can cost lives. I just want us to nail down a plan now so we’re all on the same page.”

“Jesus,” Robby exhales the breath, a look of admiration on his face as he meets your eyes, “How are you only 33?”

You tilt your head slightly, confusion clear on your face. Prompting Robby to continue.

“I could never dream of being that emotionally intelligent at your age,” he clarified, “Fuck, not to date myself, but with a 13-year head start I only pull that off half the time.”

Jack hummed in agreement, a small absent-minded smile gracing his lips when he looked at you.

“How do you know how old I am?” you asked, confused.

“That’s when the second sting appeared,” Robby answered, before continuing, “I was at temple for Yom Kippur, September 18th, 1991. It felt fitting on the day of atonement to receive another motivation to better myself.”

“It was a Wednesday, around 3, I had just been dismissed from school for the day and was in the locker room changing for football practice. When I held my helmet in my hands, I only had one string, and then after putting it on and adjusting it, I had two.” Jack added, mirroring Robby’s look.

“Oh,” you answered, slightly embarrassed. Of course, since you were the youngest, the strings have always been there for you.

“I’m only two years older than Jack, so I don’t remember a time when his string wasn’t there.” Robby explained, “It makes sense for you not to think about that if they’ve always been standard for you.”

Jack nodded in agreement, but that didn’t help the heart palpitations from your nervousness.

“So,” you said, attempting to get the conversation back on track, “We’re going with the plan that we act like we don’t know each other?”

“Maybe we can go with that, you’re our new neighbor?” Jack said, “It’d be an easy excuse if we wanted to walk you home, or why we know you at a base level.”

“Do they know you two moved in together?” You asked, curious about what was and was not known to the ED.

“They think we just moved in together since we have opposite schedules to save on rent,” Robby explained.

“Oh, so you have two bedrooms set up?” you asked, knowing that your one bedroom on the corner of the building was cheaper than other units.

“Yeah, don’t use it, but it’s there.” Jack nodded.

“Okay.” You nodded to yourself, “So no soulmate talk, other than to Dana if she asks?”

“Yeah,” Robby said. Jack nodded in agreement.

“K, outside of my brother Ben, and my friend Cleo, no one I currently know knows I have 2-strings. My parents ingrained it in me to only say I have 1.” You added.

“You have a brother?” Robby asked.

“Yeah, he’s my twin. He lives in London with my brother-in-law Dante, and their five-month-old son named Atlas.” You clarified. “Do either of you have siblings?”

“No,” Jack answered, before adding, “We both aren’t close to either of our remaining family members.

“I am close with my ex-girlfriend’s son, Jake. Her name is Janey. While we were dating, Jake and I got close to the extent that we agreed it’d be detrimental to him to cut me out when we split. He’s not close with his bio-dad.”

“Oh, so you filled that role?” you asked, with a smile. Robby found himself also smiling in return. Your tone was neutral and judgment-free, and you genuinely wanted to learn about him. Despite the importance of your conversation, talking to you was easy. He knew you were soulmates, but your warmth filled a part of him he wasn’t aware he needed. It was like his heart had expanded more to now be fully filled with the love blossoming in his chest. He hadn’t felt this sensation since meeting Jack. He was only pulled back to reality by the tilt of your head, waiting for a response.

“Y-yeah, I guess I did.” He nodded bashfully. Your smile widened at the blush developing on his face. Jack was right, he was pretty when he blushed.

“Jake’s a good kid,” Jack added. Your heart rate sped up again as he rested his arm on the back of your chair. Not touching, but close enough to satisfy the urge to hold you.

“Are you close with any family outside of Ben?” Jack asked.

“Oh, no, actually Ben and I went no contact almost a decade ago with our parents. They weren’t on board with his ‘lifestyle choices’; they blamed Dante for putting ideas in his head.” You sighed.

“That’s terrible, at least you had each other,” Robby said. Jack nodded, his jaw clenched and unclenched.

“I mean, yeah, it did at first, but in retrospect, we had been dealing with our parents’ discriminatory mindset our whole lives. It was just time to move on. The fucked-up part is that our parents actually expected me to be on their side.” You started, “I mean, I shared an egg with the guy, how could I not love him unconditionally?”

“You shared an egg with him?” Robby asked, confusion clear in his voice as he attempted to process what you were saying.

“Yeah, we’re identical twins.” You clarified, “Ben’s trans.”

A look of realization flashed on both of their faces at your omission.

“So, your parents weren’t okay with him being trans?” Jack asked.

“Yeah, they never cared about our soulmate(s) gender, you can’t control that. But they did believe that Ben being trans was his choice.” You explained, taking a deep breath to quell the negative emotions that began to well up inside you. You were jerked out of your headspace when Robby lightly gripped your hand and began to rub his thumb soothingly over your knuckles. A small smile graced your lips.

“Ben doesn’t care whether or not people know he’s trans. His biggest goal in life was to become a dad. He sacrificed a lot to achieve that. He had some fertility issues, which in turn meant putting off his own comfort of being able to transition. Atlas is the only reason he hasn’t medically transitioned yet. He’s waiting until he’s done weaning to take that step.” You explained.

“He’s lucky he has a sister like you,” Jack said, leaning his weight against your chair, face inches away from yours. Warmth filled your chest at his opinion.

“I think it’s the opposite, you can thank him for giving me the push to move across the state." You spoke.

“Was that the only reason you moved?” Robby asked.

“There were a few factors. I had a bad breakup twoish months ago, but I’ve wanted to get out of the city for longer. I applied for jobs across the northeast; I was actually between a job here and in Boston. I only ended up here because my friend Cleo lives here.” You explained.

“How bad was the breakup?” Jack asked.

“Pretty bad. She had been cheating on me for the majority of our close to two-year relationship, before I caught her and her ‘platonic’ soulmate in the act. Apparently, that’s just a fucked-up routine they have to ‘spice up’ their sex life. On top of that, she rubbed salt in the wound by saying she was only with me out of pity, because I was too old not to have found my soulmate yet.” You answered. Robby’s grip tightened in your hand, and Jack had inadvertently pulled your chair closer, knuckles white from his grip on your chair.

“And what was her name?” Jack asked.

“And address,” Robby tacked on.

“Social security wouldn’t hurt,” Jack said, jaw clenched.

You began to smile thinking they were joking around, until making eye contact with Robby he looked pissed. Your smile dropped.

Oh, they were serious.

“As much as I appreciate the gesture. I’m more of a forgive-but-remember kind of person. I was just happy I found out before I moved in with her.” You started, “I was also glad Ben was in England, he’s always been overprotective. I just want to be done with it, hence moving here.”

Neither of them seemed satisfied with your dismissal.

“When did you guys move in?” you asked, trying to dodge another bomb in this minefield of a conversation.

“Last weekend,” Robby answered, in an attempted neutral tone, his anger still shining through.

“Are you still in the unpacking phase?” you asked.

“No,” a ghost of a smile on Robby’s face, “took Jack two days to build and organize everything. We’re so efficient that we even had our first argument since moving in.”

“What was it about?” you asked.

“Apparently, I can’t fold clothing,” Robby replied.

“I never said you couldn’t fold clothing. Your attempt at crumpling a t-shirt into a ball was spot on.” Jack responded, and Robby rolled his eyes at him.

“You told me to ranger roll it, and it was a ball. I completed the task.” Robby argued.

“What’s a ranger roll?” you asked.

“It’s a folding technique so the clothing takes up the least amount of space. It’s how I fold clothing for my work bag.” Jack explained, “I use the pinch technique for my clothing going into the dresser.”

“What is a pinch technique?” you asked at a loss.

“Exactly,” Robby said exasperated.

“If you get me a shirt, I can show you,” Jack replied.

“K,” you said, standing up, “Do you want a full shirt or a 40%-er”

A small laugh escaped Jack. “Surprise me.”

You walked to your bedroom, unaware of the two sets of eyes locked on you.

“Fuck,” Robby exhaled.

“She’s better than anything I could have dreamt up,” Jack agreed, “She might be too nice though.”

Robby hummed in agreement. Their quick assessment mirrors their speed and accuracy at work.

“We’ll have to keep an eye on that. I don’t know what I’d do if someone tried to take advantage of her.” Jack said, clenching and unclenching his fist.

“I think we both know what would happen if her ex were here,” Robby commented as you reemerged from your bedroom.

“Agreed,” Jack said, turning to face you. You tossed him an oversized T-shirt. He quirked at the size.

“It’s a sleep shirt,” you answered the unasked question.

“So, your shirts are either normal, 150% too big, or only 40% there?” Jack asked.

“For the most part, I got a few that are less than 15%, but they’re just for going out.” You joked. You laughed at Jack's ‘Are you serious’ face.

“So, how do you do a pinch technique?” you asked. You watched him do it a few times before getting it down. You took a seat as Robby attempted and failed to fold the shirt right.

“Is this what older people do for fun?” you joked. Robby immediately dropped the shirt in a heap, ironically his best attempt yet, before snapping his head up.

“Oh, sweetheart, I know you did not just call us old,” Robby said.

“I know you didn’t call me old.” Jack tacked on, while his tone was stern, he had an amused look in his eyes.

“And if I did?” you asked, teasingly.

“I can think of a few ways we could address it; Jack’s got no patience for brats,” Robby said, straightening up from his leaning position over the table.

“Probably let you off with a warning,” Jack started, smug look returning, “Wouldn’t want a good girl like you to be punished while figuring out your boundaries.”

You bit your inner cheek, trying your hardest to school your face, and not give away the warmth rushing to your face. You weren’t sure if it was just being called a good girl or Jack’s tone, but you could feel the spark in your core returning. Before you could respond, a yawn cut through you. Your eyes widened as you took in the time; what had felt like only minutes with your soulmates had been hours.

“Tired?” Robby asked.

“A bit,” you replied sheepishly, covering your mouth as you let out another yawn.

“When do you go in tomorrow?" Jack asked.

“I’m expected at 0700, I was planning on heading out around 0615 in case I get lost.” You explained.

“I can walk you in if you want. Unless I’m called in earlier, I normally start at 0700 too.” Robby offered.

“That’d be great,” you smiled, fatigue from your cross-state drive finally catching up with you, your eyes beginning to droop.

“Not to be presumptuous, but would you like to sleep over at ours?” Robby asked. You waited for a beat as you internally argued whether it’d be too clingy to want that.

“If it’s okay with both of you, I’d love that,” you replied.

“Of course that’s okay, fuck I think we’d both prefer it,” Robby said, glancing at Jack, who nodded.

“I don’t think I’d be able to sleep without having eyes on you,” Jack answered honestly.

“K, I’m just gonna brush my teeth and change clothing.” You said, pushing yourself back from the table. In what felt like seconds, you found yourself standing pensively at the foot of their king-sized bed. Jack was finishing up his nightly routine when you entered the bedroom. Would it be too presumptuous to think you were sharing the bed? Did they want something more, or were you just going to sleep? Before you could fully spiral, Robby interrupted your internal argument.

“Com’ere,” he said, pulling back the covers, “Do you have a side you prefer sleeping on?”

“Um, would it-would it be okay if I were in the middle?” you asked, looking up at Robby. His brown eyes softened, and a smile bloomed on his face.

“Of course, Honey.” He answered, fully folding back the covers so you could slip in. While you were getting situated, Robby stripped down to his boxers and passed Jack as he disappeared into their bathroom. Jack greeted you with a soft smile as he sat down and leaned his crutches in a nook between the bed and his bedside table. He slipped out of his shirt before maneuvering himself under the covers to face you.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his minty breath washing over your face. You nodded in response.

“Baby, when I ask you a question, I want a verbal answer.” He said gently, but firmly.

“Um, yeah,” you nodded, you could feel his eyes rake over you.

“Are you sure?” he asked again, and you broke eye contact.

“Could we cuddle?” you asked nervously. Jack gently cupped your face, forcing eye contact.

“Of course we can cuddle,” he said with a small smile, before pecking your forehead. Still flustered by the whole conversation, you rolled over facing Robby’s side. Jack’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you back flush against his warm chest.

“Is this alright?” he asked into your ear. His hot breath fanned out onto the back of your neck. You contained a shiver, before nodding your head.

“Yeah,” you answered quickly, forgetting about the expectation he had just told you.

“Good girl,” he whispered into your ear. Causing your breath to hitch, face heating up once more, these men would be the death of you. A smile spread across Robby’s face when he took you and Jack in as he circled around to his side and slid under the covers.

“Is this okay?” he asked, front flush with yours, one of his long arms wrapped around Jack’s waist behind you.

“Yeah,” you replied quietly. You hid your face in his chest, not to give away how okay you were with it.

“Night,” he said, pecking the crown of your head.

“Night,” you and Jack echoed contently.

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A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time to read ^-^

Very excited to write about the reader's first time in the Pitt in the next chapter. I'm hyped for them to meet Dana. Hope you're doing well wherever you're at 💛

I will have a master list for this blog made tomorrow, I just need to sleep first lol

“Hey,” you said softly. “I’m glad you’re home.”

No response.

He disappeared into the bathroom. You heard the shower turn on, hot, like he was trying to scrub the game off his skin.

When he finally came out, towel slung low around his waist, hair damp, shoulders tense, he still didn’t look at you.

You stood from the couch anyway.

“I’m really sorry,” you said. “I know how much that—”

“Don’t” he snapped.

The word landed sharp, slicing through the air.

You froze.

“I didn’t ask for sympathy,” he continued, pacing past you, hands restless. “I don’t need it.”

“I wasn’t—”

“You know what?” he cut in, voice rising now. “I had it. I had the ball. And I dropped it.”

Silence followed, thick and heavy.

You swallowed. “Colston… one play doesn’t—”

“Don’t do that.” He turned on you, eyes blazing. “Don’t minimize it.”

“I’m not minimizing—”

“You weren’t even there,” he snapped. “You didn’t see it. You didn’t hear the crowd go dead.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

He laughed but there was nothing amusing about it.

“Funny,” he said bitterly. “Because it feels like every time I get my head right, something pulls me off focus.”

Your chest tightened. “What does that mean?”

He stopped pacing.

Slowly, he looked at you.

And something in his eyes- raw, angry, spiraling, made your stomach drop.

“I mean you.” he said.

The words hit harder than the loss ever could have.

“What?” you whispered.

“You're always in my head. Always. During practice, during games. I can’t even look up without thinking about you.”

“That’s not a bad thing.” you said quietly.

“It is when it costs me the damn game,” he shot back. "I’m a rookie. I don’t get grace.”

You stared at him, heart pounding.

“So what,” you said, voice shaking now, “you’re blaming me for dropping that pass?”

He exhaled harshly, rubbing his face.

“I’m saying I need space. I’m saying this-” he gestured between you “is messing with my head.”

That was it.

Something broke.

Tears blurred your vision, but you didn’t let them fall right away.

“I know you’re angry,” you said, steadying yourself. “I know you’re hurting. But I'm not taking your shit, I will not be your punching bag.

He scoffed. “I’m just being honest.”

“No,” you said, voice cracking now. “You’re being cruel.”

Silence.

And then the tears came.

You turned away, grabbing your coat from the chair.

“Wait,” he said, the edge in his voice gone, replaced by panic.

You moved faster.

“Hey—hey,” he rushed after you. “I didn’t mean that.”

You opened the door.

"I heard exactly what you meant.” you said through tears.

Reality hit him all at once.

He saw your shaking hands.

Your red eyes.

The way your shoulders curled inward like you were trying to protect yourself.

“Oh my god,” he breathed. “I— I’m so sorry.”

You paused, hand on the handle, but you didn’t turn around.

“I love you,” he said desperately. “I would never mean to hurt you.”

Your voice broke. You wanted to say it back, but for the first time since you first told each other, you couldn't manage the words.

“Then don’t.” And with that, you stepped into the hallway.

The door closed behind you with a quiet click that sounded louder than the crowd ever had.

Colston didn't follow you, only stood there alone, anger drained out of him and replaced with something far worse.

Regret.

You ended up parked on a quiet side street a few blocks away, forehead resting against the steering wheel as you tried to breathe through the ache in your chest. You knew he didn't meant it. You knew anger and disappointment had twisted his words into something uglier than he was. But knowing didn’t make it hurt less.

Colston lasted a full 11 hours of complete radio silence, giving you space, giving him time to reflect, before be knocked unannounced on your door the next morning. You didn't have to look out the peephole; you knew it was him, you could feel him.

You opened it cautiously.

Colston stood there holding a single white rose in one hand and a small paper bag in the other. He looked exhausted. Eyes red, shoulders slumped, hair still damp like he’d showered and re-showered without really knowing why.

He didn’t try to touch you.

“I’m not here to argue,” he started. “And I’m not here to rush you."

You crossed your arms. “Then why are you here?”

He held up the bag.

“I brought you coffee. The one you like.” A pause. “And this.” He held out the rose.

You didn't bite, didn't move a muscle, holding his sad eyes.

"That's fair" he huffed letting his arms fall in defeat. You lifted an eyebrow, still waiting for him to talk.

"I know this isn't going to fix anything." He referred to his hands. "But I wanted to apologize...I needed to make sure you're okay."

"I'm not..." your words make him shutter. "But I'll listen."

You stepped aside; letting him in, but you didn’t sit.

He didn’t either.

“I was wrong and I'm sorry,” he said immediately. “What I said crossed a line.”

You nodded once. “It did.”

"Last night I felt like I let everyone down, let myself down. And I took it out on you, but you didn't deserve that."

"No, I didn't. I'll always support you, but I won't be treated like that."

"I know." He groaned, discarding the bag and rose on the nearby table, turning back slowly to face you, to face his choices.

"That drop was all me. You're not a distraction, you're my whole reason. My failures aren't on you, and I never want to make you feel like you're the problem."

Your throat tightened.

“But,” you said quietly, “you did. And it can't happen again.”

He swallowed.

“And I won't let it. I just- dammit."

Colston's hands dragged over his face, you could see the toll of the last 24 hours in the weight of his shoulders. The man you love was cracking in front of you, and your heart couldn't take it.

"Look, you know I'm not good with words. But I want you to know I'm going to work on how I handle pressure, because last night wasn't on you. It wasn't fair, and making you cry made me feel like shit. I laid in bed all night, afraid I'd pushed you too far, and I know it's my fault, but please don't- "

He choked on his words, finally taking another breath, his chest heaving against his hoodie, tears in his eyes threatening to fall like the final straw neither of you could take.

"can I touch you?"

He whispered almost to soft to hear, but too heartbreaking not to feel.

You broke.

"Please."

He crossed the room before you could blink again, colliding with you hard enough to make you stumble backward if he hadn’t had wrapped his arms around you. He held you against his chest for a long moment, feeling a breath of relief shake his chest.

You look up to his eyes, dark, still red, filled with everything he wanted to say. You gently cupped his face, stubble tickling your fingers like he hadn't had the energy to shave this morning. His lips part to speak but you stopped him.

"Shhh"

He clenched his eyes tight, pressing his forehead to yours, tightening the grip around your waist like you might slip away from him again.

His minty breath warmed your cheek as a cool tear fell, moving your hands to grip his hoodie, anchoring yourself to him.

The room charged instantly, too many raw emotions finally peaking. Your eyes flickered to his lips, just for a second, before you stretched to your tiptoes taking his lips. You both melt instantly. It was sloppy, electric, and desperate, like you had been deprived for months. He crouches, wrapping his hands around your thighs before hoisting you in his arms, needing you impossibly closer.

You clung to him, fingers curling into his covered shoulders, letting the last of the hurt wane away. The fight felt distant now—still real, still important—but softened by the way he held you like this was where you both belonged.

You finally parted, both breathless. Neither of you speak, there wasn't a need. You give him a single nod, and he moved smoothly toward your bedroom, peppering your jawlaine with kisses as he walked.

Colston stopped at the end of your bed, laying you down gently before hovering over you, kissing you again like he couldn't get enough.

You quickly grew impatient, pulling at his hoodie to peel it over his head. Once he helped you fully remove it, you pulled him close, enjoying the warmth of his skin against you.

"Cole, I need you." You whine against his lips, letting your fingers drop to the band of his sweat pants. He quickly took your hand, pinning it under his own beside your head. You looked at him confused.

"Let me take care of you, Angel. Please." There was no teasing in his voice, only serious eyes staring down at you. You're only able to nod. He places one more gentle kiss on your already swollen lips before drifting his lips down your body.

He moved purposefully, fingers hooked into your bottoms, sliding them down while he never stopped adoring your body with tender kisses. He moved until he kneeled on the floor, sliding you gently until your legs bent at the foot of the bed, positioning you perfectly for him.

He looked down between your legs, his dark brown eyes somehow getting darker, licking his lips, both hands gently caressing your thighs to spread you gently. He looked back at you, your legs already shaking from anticipation, flattening his tongue before slowly taking your pussy to his mouth.

He didn't try to rush you to orgasm, but kissed over you intentionally, lovingly, flicking his tongue consistently. He licked from your entance to your clit, apologizing again with his mouth.

Your hips ground uncontrollably against his face, and he welcomed all of it, placing one of his large hands over your stomach to keep you in place.

"Fuck- feels so good." You moan, head falling back against the mattress. He groans at your words, never stopping his quest between your legs.

When finally able to look back down, you find his eyes closed now, lips soaked, his hips grinding against the mattress, losing himself in pleasuring you. The sight alone could've finished you, but he sucked against your clit with just the right pressure to make you cum.

"Colston." You gasp, legs shaking around his head as he kept licking, extending your orgasm. He didn’t stop until you stopped shaking, you whining from being overstimulated. He sweetly kissed over your crest before finally standing at the end of the bed. He softly smirked at your wrecked state, lips still glistening from your arousal. You weakly extend your hand for him to take, a satisfied smile on your lips. He swiftly slid his sweatpants off and took your hand while climbing back over you. You moan as he kissed you, loving the taste of yourself as you tug at his hair.

Colston's movements feel urgent and impossibly patient at the same time lining up with your body. He settles his face into the crook of your neck as he enters you, loud, emotional moans escaping both of you.

"I'm so sorry, baby." Colston's voice was heavy in your ear. Your nails sank into his back, needing to brace yourself for everything you were feeling at that moment. The pleasure of him stretching you, the pain of his voice, the ache of your heart still guarding itself.

"I know. You don't have to keep saying it." You finally breathe. He chose that moment to lift enough to look at you, tears finally falling.

"Yes, I do. I fucked up, and I'm sorry."

Your chest tightened; somehow, seeing him cry was worse than the argument. You pulled him closer, holding him tight against your chest as your hips matched his slow thrust.

"I forgive you Colston." You half moaned. It was true, and you knew he needed to hear you say it. His chest heaved, fear fading from his eyes replaced with admiration.

"I love you." Was the last thing said before he smashed his lips to yours again. His thrust sped up, just barely, still rocking your body slowly into the mattress, his touch staying tender.

"I love you too." You whisper against his lips before deepening the kiss, letting your tongue graze against his. He groaned loudly, pushing deeper, to the hilt of your bodies.

"Cole, that's gonna make me cum." You gasp, arching against his long body.

"Say my name again" He pleaded pressing his forehead to yours.

"Colston" you cry again feeling your muscles start pulsing around him.

"God- I didn’t know if I'd hear that again. Cum for me, Angel. Scream my name."

You did just as he said, probably causing your neighbor to hear his name as your body shook from the high.

He let out a final mumbled profanity before his own orgasm took over. Sloppy thrusts becoming quick before he moaned your name, letting everything fade away, even just for a moment.

You held each other in that position for a long minute, like if one of you moved all the outside noise would come rushing back. When he finally moved, gently untangling your bodies, he moved to lie beside you, but never removing his touch.

He cupped your jaw, searching your face to gauge how you felt about what just happened. After the silence became overbearing he finally spoke.

"Thank you."

"For what?" You hummed, snuggling into his chest, letting his scent calm you.

"For giving me grace I don't deserve. I don't wanna be the kind of man that hurts you when I'm hurting. I'll do better, I promise."

Geto doesn’t even warn you properly. Just a rushed, “I’ve got a business trip. Back Sunday,” while he’s halfway out the door.

You stare at the text, jaw tight. Sunday? You’d made plans—dinner, a movie, maybe more. But instead, he’s gone, leaving you irritated and unsatisfied for three whole days.

So, naturally, you decide he’s going to pay for it.

When he finally returns that night, suitcase in hand, he barely gets through the door before you’re on him.

“Missed me?” he teases softly, but the look you give him is dangerous—slow, deliberate, with a glint that makes his throat dry.

You take his chin between your fingers. “You literally left without telling me until you were halfway gone. You really think I missed you?”

Geto’s grin falters, but you don’t give him time to respond. You kiss him—long, heavy, until he forgets how to breathe. It’s desperate and messy, teeth catching his lip, your hands already tugging at his coat, unbuttoning his shirt.

By the time his suitcase hits the floor, you’re dragging him toward the bedroom.

He barely has time to mumble, “I love when you’re like this…” before you push him down onto the bed.

“Good,” you murmur, climbing onto him. “Then don’t move.”

You reach for the tie you’d laid out earlier—silky, black, perfect. His eyes widen as you grab his wrists and bind them behind his back. He could resist, of course, but he doesn’t. He never does with you.

“You really mad at me or something?” he breathes, smiling weakly.

“Oh, not mad,” you reply, straddling his chest. “Just showing you a little something.”

You reach for the silk tie you’d set aside earlier. The corner of his mouth twitches when he sees it.

“Baby, that’s my—”

“Not anymore.” You flip him gently, pressing his wrists together above his head. The fabric slides over his skin with a whisper, snug but not harsh. He tests the restraint once, then exhales, already sinking into it.

He peers up at you like you’ve hung the moon, pupils blown wide. You tilt his chin up with a finger, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“Do you really think you can just not say anything until you’re leaving?”

“Didn’t think you’d mind,” he admits, voice soft.

You smirk. “And to think I was going to be nice to you.”

You shift backward, slow enough for him to take in the view.

His breath catches, the faintest tremor running through him as you trail your fingers over and between your thighs.

“Fuck…” he mutters, straining against the tie.

“Quiet,” you warn, but the smile playing on your lips betrays you. You drag your hand down, letting two fingers glide over your folds before holding them above his mouth. “You missed this, didn’t you?”

He nods quickly, eager.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Yes,” he whispers, tongue darting out to taste you. “Missed you so much.”

You hum, pleased, then slide down between his legs. The sound of his belt unbuckling is sharp in the quiet room. You tug his pants low enough to free him—already hard, already leaking.

“Pathetic,” you murmur, stroking him once, slow and steady. His hips jerk, the restraint biting lightly into his wrists.

“Don’t move.”

He stills, eyes glassy.

But you never said he had to be quiet—not in this moment at least. You do it again, a little faster this time, watching the way his breathing stutters, the way his thighs tremble.

“Mmph-fuck,” he may not have told you, but you knew that Geto didn’t touch himself while on his trip. He never did, because according to him, it “wasn’t the same”.

Which really just meant he was always so sensitive when you touched him after a while. Hand not so carefully stroking him, using your other hand to play with his tip.

And just when he’s about to spill over the edge, you stop.

“What—please!?”

You tilt your head, amused. “Not yet.”

You smile when he groans, muscles tightening under your hands. “You really thought I was gonna let you finish that easily?”

He shakes his head, biting his lip, but the sound that slips out when you drag your thumb over his tip betrays him.

“Mm. You did,” you say quietly, teasing him with slow, lazy strokes that make his breath hitch. “You always do.”

His hips twitch helplessly; the tie strains around his wrists. You shift your weight forward, watching his chest rise and fall, his voice breaking on soft little gasps.

“Look at you,” you murmur. “All that control gone the second I touched you.”

“I—I can’t help it,” he pants, eyes glossy.

“I know,” you coo, leaning down to kiss him just long enough to make him whimper. “That’s why I have to help you remember who decides when you get to come.”

You sit back again, grip tightening around him, strokes deliberate and unhurried. His body arches off the bed; he’s so close it’s painful.

And when he starts to tremble, you stop, again—pulling your hand away completely.

He lets out a broken sound, something between a sigh and a sob.

You edge him until he’s trembling, until every muscle in his body is strung tight. He begs, voice straining, breath shallow, every denial unraveling him further. Each time you stop, his eyes dart up to you, confused and desperate, searching for mercy.

You lean down, lips ghosting his ear. “Next time you want to leave without telling me, you’ll think about this, won’t you?”

“Yes,” he gasps. “I swear, I’ll tell you,”

You kiss him once, slow and tender. “One more. You can come when I say.”

You start again, hand slick and merciless, twisting just enough to make him shake.

“Please, please, I can’t—”

“You can wait a few more seconds—gosh, so needy,” you whisper.

He almost breaks apart instantly, your voice so silky and somehow still so evil. His hands twitch against the restraint, daring to break free just so he can touch you, but you hold him there, wrist-deep in control.

Geto’s somewhere else when you call his name again. You give him a little tap on the thigh, enough to pull him back down to earth.

“Is it too much for you, sweetheart?” you ask softly. You mean it this time—genuinely trying to check on him, thinking maybe he’s had enough.

But Geto only groans, his body tensing under your hand. You can feel him twitch, desperate and close.

“D-don’t be so condescending,” he pants, trying to squirm away—but he’s so close he doesn’t actually want to leave your grip.

You hum, tilting your head. “Oh? You still have something left in you?”

Your thumb circles the head of his cock, slow and cruel. “Then ask for it properly.”

He swallows hard, voice breaking. “Please… please, can I come?”

You lean in, your tone almost kind again. “Go ahead, baby. Come for me.”

The permission hits him like a spark. He shudders violently, a sound tearing from his throat—raw, needy, almost grateful—as he finally unravels. You keep stroking him through it, slow and steady, until his breathing evens out and his body goes slack beneath you.

When it’s over, you untie his wrists. He immediately pulls you close, face buried against your chest like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

You stroke his hair, voice soft. “Think you’ll try disappearing again?”

He shakes his head weakly. “Never.”

“Good boy,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his temple.

| an: I did enjoy writing this, actually, and I don't usually read for Geto, so this was new (apologies if I didn't portray him right).

kinktober list

If someone had told you only two years ago that you'd one day be holding the hand of one of the most successful businessmen in the entire world, you would’ve called them crazy, and right fully so.

Unbeknownst to you, Mr. Figarland had laid his eyes on you shortly after you had enrolled at university in your first year. It had taken a few more weeks of him observing you in secret, ordering people to stalk after you and discover all there was to know about you before he approached you.

You would never forget the strange letter you had found at the door to your dormitory, written in cursive with blood-red ink, inviting you to a dinner at the most renowned restaurant in your area. One you surely couldn’t afford with the few pennies you had left for the rest of the month … but the mysterious author assured you that everything would be paid for.

Naturally your friends advised you not to go, it was only your best friend who encouraged you to give it a shot, promising you that it'd only take one call and she'd be there to save you.

So against all logic and instinct, curiosity dragged the cat out of the safety of her dorm and brought her to the doors of the fine dining establishment. You wore a simple black dress and a golden necklace your grandmother had given you, hoping you wouldn’t stick out too terrible among the crowd of people who side-eyed you despite your best efforts.

With every minute ticking by your anxiety rose, you checked your phone over and over again for the time, waiting for anything, something, to happen.

Just when you had given up and decided that this had all just been an elaborate prank by some girls who can’t stand you, he suddenly arrived …

Without knowing his name or even what he looked like, you knew the man who stepped through the door and filled the room with an aura so powerful, every guest turned their heads to stare at him. Some with curiosity, admiration and other withs contempt - but it was clear to see that none could ignore him. And neither could you.

The blond man wore a black suit and tie, the fabric fitted tightly to his waist, alluring to the muscular chest underneath his red shirt without showing too much of it. He simply looked enigmatic, each of his long steps hypnotized you, freezing you in place as he approached you with an almost bored expression.

Was he disappointed? Had he expected a princess? Had someone set him up?

You nervously raised your head to look up at him, he was so much taller than you, you hardly reached up to his chest. And he … gazed down at you, his thin lips slowly curving up into a confident smile, one that was subtle enough for only you to see, and strong enough to make your heart stop.

"You look beautiful," he complimented you, his voice sounded rather polite, but there was a slight purr to it that was too intimate for a first date.

"Th- thank you?" You blurted out, feeling your cheeks heat up in shame.

"I have reserved a table for us, should we take a seat?" He told you and offered his arm.

Reluctantly you took it, resting your hand against his biceps as he lead you to the table with the nicest view of the city which was about to be bathed in the light of the sinking sun.

The stranger pulled your chair out for you and gladly took your jacket to hang it up for you, it had been a long time since a man had treated you this way. Actually, now that you thought about it, he was the first. A man you had never seen before was more polite than all those you had met before - maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad.

"Is there something you'd like to know? You must be terribly confused," he asked when he returned, circling the table before he took his seat.

You heard the whispers around you, now they not only looked at your mysterious date, but worst of all they were eyeing you up and down. Just who was he?

"What's your name?" You inquired, nervously picking up the menu to busy your hands.

"Garling," he said and you saw something shimmering in his eyes. You had never seen someone with crimson eyes before, but chose not to question him about it. "But I suppose the name I carry like a blade is another."

"Ah," you hummed, avoiding his gaze in the hopes it would cease to prick at your skin like needles. " … may ask what it is?"

Garling clicked his tongue at that and leaned back in his chair, he sat on it as if it was his personal throne and all those around him his servants. Only you didn’t feel small in his presence, not when he only had eyes for you.

"It's Figarland, sweetheart," he said arrogantly and rested his chin on his hand.

That name suddenly rang a bell. While you tried your best to remain calm in his presence, you dug through all your memories to find something related to that strange name. And then, just when you could tell he was getting impatient for a reaction, you remembered.

"Ah, so you do know," Garling hummed and accepted a glass of wine from a waitress without gracing her with a second of his attention. He sipped on it, your eyes fell on his lips, watching them turn red from the drink awakened something in you.

"Well, everyone in this room seems to know you, but unlike them I have never seen you before, sir," you admitted, shifting in your seat.

"Sir, how adorable," he commented smugly and emptied his glass. "Listen dear, I don’t wish to confuse you, but I have an arrangement to offer you."

"Hm?" You stared at him in bewilderment - had he mistaken you from someone else after all?

"As you know, I have money," he continued and picked up the golden knife from the table, " … but with a fortune comes loneliness. And I'd like to change that, I need something to keep my spirits high after a long flight from Tokio. I'm sure you understand."

You nodded, unsure of where this was going.

"Good girl," he purred and that little word of praise made you shiver, something that didn’t escape his sharp eyes. "Would you like to become my sugar baby?"

Your brain short circuited for a moment too long, because Garling raised a concerned brow and leaned on the table to make sure you hadn’t suddenly passed away at this proposal.

"I- I'm not sure …," you stammered, gripping the hem of your dress.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, it's a simple deal. You show up when I invite you, either at my doorstep or the restaurant I choose and in return I will make your dreams come true."

You heard your friends telling you to get up and run, that this was a ridiculous idea and you'd never trust a stranger who invited girls he didn’t know to dates whenever he pleased, but the offer was tempting.

"But you don’t know me," you argued, though your voice sounded weak.

"Oh, believe me, dear, I do know you. Everything. It's why I chose you to be mine," Garling was quick to answer, his hand creeping over the table and past the candles to hold yours.

"Yes," you answered without thinking about it twice, when you saw the satisfied smirk on his face you knew you had agreed to a deal with the devil himself.

[ … ]

After the dinner date, which turned out to be a five-course meal with a chocolate dessert Garling insisted on spoon-feeding you, your life turned around forever.

From your first shopping tour together, where it took some convincing for you to try on the designer dresses you had only admired from afar, to the first night you spent at his mansion just outside the city.

There, on his king-sized bed with the antique wooden frame, Mr. Figarland ordered you to strip for him and present yourself in the lingerie set he had picked out for you. The lace of the panties rubbed against your pussy lips, you couldn’t see him but you heard a quiet hiss coming from across the room where he waited at the doorframe.

"I knew I made the right choice when I picked you out of all the young college girls I see passing by my office each day," he mused and slowly stalked towards the bed. "Such a pretty doll, all ready for me to take your virginity."

Your breath quickened, you shifted your legs, struggling to keep them spread and your head down despite your fear of what Garling would do to you.

"Did you enjoy the caviar I sent you for lunch?" He asked and suddenly something leathery tapped against your butt.

"Yes, sir," you confirmed, knowing he didn’t appreciate more than those two little words from you in the bedroom.

"And your new dress, did the other girls envy you for it?" Garling asked again.

" … Yes, sir," you replied, although all the other girls at your dorm had done was to make you a few compliments and wonder how you were able to afford such an expensive brand.

"As they should, you’re my girl after all - who else can say they've seen Mr. Figarland naked and in the flesh?"

You turned your head and saw that he was wearing nothing, not his usual suit and not even a shirt. Everything from his broad chest to his waist and thighs was free for you to marvel at. Though you couldn’t bring yourself to rest your eyes between his legs, where his large cock stood proudly and couldn’t wait to be inside of you.

"Now you have," he hummed and cupped your chin, stroking your bottom lip while you tried not to cry from how overwhelmed you felt.

A sudden pain shot through your core - you opened your mouth to scream before you remembered the rules he had given you prior to the visit. You gasped instead, your right leg twitched, when you searched for the source of the pain you saw Garling wielding a riding crop in his right hand which he didn’t hesitate to slap against your ass one more time.

"This arrangement will include more than just the exchange of money and your precious time … it will also include your training," Garling explained, rubbing the tip of the crop over your fresh bruises.

"So let us begin," he said.

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Today was the Sunday to film the demonstration—on the stage of the campus auditorium—with a two-wall, plywood "set," a bed, a soft mattress, and my camera on a tripod. Whispers were that generous offers to the guards were to be extra strict and eject the theater troupe the night before. It's too bad the bribe didn't include them watching.

I just sat there, hands cold, waiting for Jiyeon to tell me she was on campus already. I signed up for this little experiment, didn't we? I had held off for a few days, and even beforehand, our agreement was technically an NDA for her not to tell anybody about this. I was getting nervous when I saw the time come closer. We were so cordial and formal up until now, no hint of what lewd act we would do, so would she even show up? I did get my answer with a call, we talked for a bit, though one bit stood out.

“I’m on my way to the back, meet me there.” 

I wasn’t expecting her to waltz in magically, so I ought to pick her up. I was wearing something a bit too formal for an experimental demonstration that should end up with me naked. As I made my way to the back door, an industrial swinging type, the clack of my black shoes on the tile, I just hoped Jiyeon wore something a little easier to strip out of. She didn’t fare much better. Jiyeon was dressed up formally too, now I thought I shouldn’t have typed office attire, what the fuck! We both had white shirts, with a tie nonetheless, and I had grey slacks, and she had a black skirt. We noticed it, eyeing each other for a second before giggling at the matching outfits. We exchanged our greetings before I opened the door for her. It was just another day for Jiyeon and me, but as lab rats now, nobody could see what we were about to do. I was reminded not to update until we were done with it.

I nervously asked her, almost sounding too brave as we walked up the slight incline.

“You’re ready?”

Jiyeon was, too, and she was the one who stammered. 

“Y-yeah,” she only stumbled from there, admitting, “I’m not exactly as experienced as you think I am.”

I reached out a hand, and with a look, or at the least my best recreation, tried to assure her as we came backstage, “Neither am I.”

I didn’t tell her that was precisely why I had chosen her. She wasn’t too sexually active, or at least what my educated guess told me, nor was she too outgoing to tell on me. Though I found her much more beautiful than most, physically just right, tall and svelte, remember area rule? She qualifies. As for her big eyes, I could only imagine her gaze once we started. Ultimately, I wasn’t going to record us with someone I mailed on somebody else’s suggestion and roundaboutly cuck myself.

Opening the door, I think Jiyeon was expecting at least someone senior to be in the audience. Perhaps that drove her apprehension up a wall, but then I don’t expect us to perform at our best with one. I walked over, stood by the bed with my hand out, and pointed where she could sit. She was a little slower following me, her head turned to the empty auditorium, looking for the fictional audience through the stage lights and straining her eyes to look to the back. Nope, just a tripod camera.

“There’s nobody here, don’t worry.” Jiyeon put her purse on the “nightstand” and sat on the right side of the bed. The camera wasn’t on yet, but her hands were on her lap, apprehension slowly dialing up as her eyes darted at me and the shutter. I sat beside her.

“You okay? We can do this another time,” I told her, a last decision marker. I was already beginning to feel bad.

“No. Actually, I-,” Jiyeon began to stammer. Oh, thank God, “I’m kind of glad we’re doing this.”

I was a bit surprised, and she knew it. That’s odd—a black project—and Jiyeon’s glad to be the subject? We stopped doing these kinds of live demonstrations so long ago, for good reasons, but being glad to participate in something so risqué was absurd. She swallowed before choosing her next words. 

“If anybody else invited me, I wouldn’t go. I was at least glad you invited me.”

“You know,” it was my turn to stammer, “You know what we’re going to do, right?”

Jiyeon nodded, a little more relaxed now, "I know."

I nodded in response. If that was Jiyeon's go signal, then so be it. I stood up, walked over to the camera, turned it on, and fiddled with the red button, no different than a nervous weapons operator. Here goes nothing. I pressed record and put the lapel mic close to my mouth. We were recording ourselves now, and of course, I needed to introduce what we would do. I was told to start with a little thesis statement, and of course, introduce the demonstration itself.

"Together with me is Ms. Ji Suhyeon." I pointed to her, seeing that she had stood up already, "and we are going to demonstrate sensual sex."

I felt like some 19th-century mad scientist completing that monologue. Is this insanity? I turn around and walk towards Jiyeon, taking her by the hand before we both walk to the edge of the bed. Mind that we were in office clothes, so I guess the scenario is having sex after work? I didn't think that through anymore. I whispered one thing, and did not know what would come next. 

"Just act natural."

I then felt Jiyeon's hands slide up my arm. Was she coming for an embrace? She was. Then she shut her eyes and leaned her lips forward. I have dated, so I knew what I needed to do. Meeting her lips, my hand unfroze and found itself on her waist, becoming a shared embrace as our kisses shifted from awkward pecks to deeper smooches. By the time we pulled back, she had her hands on my shoulder. Alright, next act. I whispered to her.

"Lie down."

Almost like hitting pause. I then decided to remove my mic, and if we were to be naked, I needed to place it somewhere. The "nightstand" was a decent place to capture the audio. Though the initial arousal from kissing was the floodgate, what was next was the downpour. I stood before the camera, sadly, much to Jiyeon's dismay. I just hope my boner wasn't too obvious on camera.

“Now, we have just demonstrated the first part of sensual sex. To establish a sensual atmosphere, it must be considered that both parties are one, in the mood for said sexual activity, and two, arousal is key. This can be done through kissing or other intimate gestures. Next is foreplay, often a forgotten part. That can also range from a variety of actions, from fondling of breasts, touching of genitalia, or caressing other areas that may cause arousal. This includes the more typical, fingering, cunnilingus, or fellatio. As sex is considered an intimate act, it is often conducted while partially or completely naked. These acts can be conducted independently, and without immediately following through with penetrative sex, for such purposes, Miss Suhyeon and I will follow through with the latter.” 

I cringed a bit at the whole spiel. I knew how to do it, and have seen it in porn, but doing it in front of a camera, with a woman like Jiyeon? That was a whole different pressure. It needed to be done, but the moment my knees got on the bed, I had already forgotten my entire rationale for why we were here. 

I just needed to act as she sat on the bed, waiting for me to get to her. Three, two, up to her face, kiss, perfect, just keeping at the same smooches we had, yet now she was aching for more. Coming for my lips a bit as I felt her hands trying to pull my shirt tuck. I pushed us forward, carefully setting her down without breaking our kiss. Mirroring her hands as they slid up my back, I slid mine over her shirt, grabbing her tit—though a bit too much pressure—as her breath hitched and kissing became just a bit more aggressive. Maybe I was getting somewhere with that. 

Finding Jiyeon’s buttons, I started from top to bottom. Almost simultaneously, our tucks became undone. Perhaps something came on to me that caused me to pull away and nearly tear open the shirt off her, and so much for a crisp iron. She just looked at me. I don’t know if she was fine with how aggressive that was, yet she turned just a bit red.

"Fuck," Jiyeon said, because in contrast, she was more careful getting mine off. 

"Sorry, it's been a while." 

"Oh, no," Jiyeon said, "I like it."

Now it was my time to turn red, though we continued making out while I tried searching for her bra's hook while still lying down. Arching her back allowed me to start laying kisses on her tummy. Flat, as she was slim, but toned. Click, found it, that white bra is no use now. Topless, I moved and took a nipple up to my mouth and began to suck at it. For the first time, Jiyeon audibly moaned, feeling a bit of her trying to fight it at first as I drew my tongue around the bud. Grabbing the other tit and flicking her nipple, her flesh was soft but supple. 

A free hand then traced down, then up Jiyeon's leg. Wait, it was a skirt, there had to be a zipper somewhere, and in less than a minute, it was tossed aside. Now I was able to slide it up her leg and to the hem of her panties. I looked, and it was the same color as her bra. She came prepared. Her legs were still closed, but it just took one look, and she opened. I crawled back up, though at the same time our lips touched, I laid my fingers over her pussy and began to draw a circle, yet perhaps I already felt something moist. Her breathing slowly changed, her kisses gradually became more aggressive, even a weak moan or two, just as I noticed her warmth through the fabric.

"You're wet already," I whispered. 

Jiyeon just giggled, looking down at where my hands were. "I am?"

"Yep," I replied, then slowly moved around her clit. I noticed now, Jiyeon's big eyes, for the first time, had a different gaze from that of a few minutes ago. She was no longer nervous, more curious now. 

"We've been making out for so long already,"  Jiyeon observed, "and you're a good kisser."

I just chuckled at the passing compliment. I couldn't say it, but I liked Jiyeon's lips a lot. Perhaps a little too much. They looked glossier now, yet it wasn't from lip gloss. The contrast couldn't have been any clearer: a half-dressed man and a stripped-down girl on a bed just waiting for the next move. 

"Well?" Now it was Jiyeon's turn to ask. I can't get the nerves now!

So I began to kiss her on her collarbone. I hope this can break my nerves. Moving downward, giving her tits another suckle, then her tummy, then finally her pussy. I dove down between her legs and started to suck on where her clit was. Like infrared, I could only focus on where the heat was, and I knew it'd be better with her panties gone, and so they came off too. 

Jiyeon was now fully naked. 

I didn't waste time, only getting a good glance at Jiyeon from top to bottom. She looked perfect. Positioning myself, I grabbed her thighs, I threw her legs back, and opened them. Placing my lips right on her pussy, with one massive lick upward, then a loud suckle on her clit. Like she said, she was already getting wet. I just focused on her clit, and almost on cue, she let out a loud moan, glancing upward to see her face in a grimace. Surprised at the sudden wave of pleasure, chest rising as her mouth hung open, her entirety rumbled over a small piece of flesh being licked over and over again. 

Jiyeon's back arched again this time because I stuck a finger. There was no real resistance as my finger slipped in, she sighed as I followed another—she was just that wet—and slowly, angled it upward. The short beckoning motion inside her made her sink onto it, but also pull away. Wincing but moaning ever so loudly as she tried to grab something. Animated as she was, I couldn't tell if she was in pain or pleasure, though for a moment I stopped, my fingers out, dripping. She looked at me, her eyebrows furrowed as she asked, huffing.

“Why’d you stop?”

In truth, I got tired. Though we kept our gaze as I slid my fingers in again. Jiyeon’s eyes glazed over as she continued her chorus. Only then did I feel how tight my pants were, and she hadn’t even touched me there. I kept my fingers where they were, though there was more intent in how I moved; after all, I needed to prove a point. Yet she was moaning louder now, so it must’ve been a good angle. Trying to do something different, I thought of pushing her legs as far back as I could, because simply holding them open wasn’t cutting it. 

I might’ve surprised Jiyeon when I suddenly pushed her legs almost up to her chest, and then it hit me. She was flexible enough for this. Though maybe not overdo it, and that meant making her cum sooner. Keeping her legs open, I stepped up. Listening to her rising hums and moans, her body twitching with almost every flick of her clit. By now, her folds were squelching, yet my fingers and tongue were getting sore too.

I kept my eyes on Jiyeon, forgetting this was a performance, though her expression was just so hot. I couldn’t even describe the perfect concoction of pleasure that was printed on her face once I found my rhythm again. If only I could kiss her neck and talk to her, but I was far from heaven. People describe her as a swan—yet what kind of swan, glances downward, rolls and shuts its eyes, furrows its eyebrows, and its moans echo across a three-hundred-seater room? 

“Don’t stop.”

Jiyeon was able to spit those words out before she drew a sharp breath. Her hand grabbed my head and pulled close, and suddenly, she was trying to keep her mouth shut. Though she was rattling more now, wet, every motion of my finger made her folds squelch, spilling while her fingers tried to get a grip on the back of my head. Sinking herself onto the mattress, I locked my grip on her knees as her hands pulled at my head. Pulling me as her moans became messier, breaths hitching deeper, just trying to delay the inevitable as my fingers now pressed harder against her pussy. This was it. 

Biting her lip, she arched her back and threw her head back as she came. Jiyeon couldn’t see me, while I couldn’t see her. I could feel her. In how her body waved and shook, rocking her torso from side to side, her tits shaking, her fingers grip loose and firm, and loud moans, relieved of the release she wanted, being the only thing I heard at the moment. All of these at the same time. Just in a snap, it was over; maybe it really had been a while for her. Coming down as she lay down, I let go of her legs as I waited—huffing, shaking, twitching, sweaty—to catch her breath. Having melted in front of me with only my finger and tongue only made me a bit more excited for what was next. After all that, I just wiped my lips, glanced at the camera, and almost stared into it with—how’s that for a demo?—and then a twitch in my boxers that craved her attention.

As I kneeled on the bed, Jiyeon slowly rose, almost without thinking, her hands came up to my face, and her eyes were already looking at my lips. Giving me a long kiss, then silence. She was there, inches away, her lips trying to help her form something to say. Nothing. So it was my turn, and while at it, I felt her hand glide down and cup my crotch. She giggled and pulled away. I just kept my mouth shut and let her decide. 

Reaching for my belt, in a flash, my cock was in her hands. Jiyeon stroked it slowly, still more curious than lustful, though when her eyes gazed back at me, she had nothing to hide. Whispering something to me, we exchanged spots. Now I was the one sitting down on the bed, with her kneeling and helping me pull my pants off. She grabbed my cock again and stared at it for a second, the way her long fingers gripped it almost made me lose control and just fuck her. No, I wanted to give her the moment. 

“I’m not too experienced,” Jiyeon said as she stroked slowly.

“Don’t lie,” I flatly responded. I must’ve shocked her. 

“I’m not,” Jiyeon sheepishly, but firmly said.

I tried to fight the instinct to roll my eyes, but I’ve also heard little rumors about Jiyeon. So I guess it was best to keep my mouth shut. Licking her lips, I could feel her breath on my tip before she took me in. That’s when I knew she was an amateur, not wrapping her lips completely as she sank a bit too fast. The warmth of her tongue greeted and cradled the shaft before it hit the back of her mouth. Almost gagging, she pulled back, looking at me with that look that said, “Do you believe me now?”

Tongue out, Jiyeon licked the length of my cock before taking it back in again. She kept it upright with her fingers at its base and only used her tongue to help me. Though I was already hard from listening to her and us making out earlier, it made her work easier. She didn’t slobber, a slow, relaxed pace, her head bobbing between my legs, eyes looking at me, without a single word uttered, and asking the same question I had when we were flipped earlier, “Is this good enough?”

I appreciated the scene, but I was aching. Not long after she found her pace, I was twitching in her mouth and trying to keep myself at bay. I needed to end things earlier. Perhaps another, better time, and I wasn’t just about to lose to a blowjob. I let her give it a few more bobs before stopping and pulling myself away. 

We knew what would come next. 

While this whole thing was my idea, I could feel Jiyeon trying to pin me down. Perhaps I fired something in her that could only be tamed. Although she wasn’t able to lay me down, she was still on top and hovered over me. Wiping her lips before kissing me, I reminded her where we were.

“I’m supposed to be on top, no?” I playfully chided. 

“Well, I haven’t had any for a long time,” Jiyeon replied, “mind if you improvise?” 

I huffed. The nerve! But I also probably smiled, kissing her, “Sure thing.” 

Keeping her eyes on me, it was only interrupted by a glance as she adjusted where my cock was aiming. I felt her folds, warm and wet from what I had done, just slightly pressing into her. 

A few nervous blinks from Jiyeon—was she hesitating?—then a deep breath as she held onto me and slowly sank herself. The first penetration made her hitch with her eyes gazing sharply at me. Mirroring her, my face was just as frozen, her eyebrows furrowed as she let out a moan, another inch, then another. I could see her eyes close, and feel mine too, pulling me to her face and listening to her moan even as our lips were together. Only to break it as she reached the bottom. I was all the way inside her. 

It took a bit for her to adjust and start moving. Slowly at first, almost painfully even. Even suggested to her that maybe we could switch. No, Jiyeon wanted to ride me. The way she held on to me, she was sure of it. The way her pussy felt, warm and almost velvety, had me shutting my eyes at times. She was very tight. Her legs shook a bit as she balanced herself, going just a bit faster now while I impaled her. I mean, it wasn’t exactly the newest sensation for her, and she never implied that she had done nothing at all, hasn’t she? Maybe I was just overthinking. Twitch. Fuck. Yet her moans made her somehow sound relaxed, having adjusted so that she could manage a good pace.

I watched for a bit, back-and-forth, back-and-forth. Seeing the small beads of sweat that were beginning to form on Jiyeon’s hairline as she moved, the intermittent huffs, tits, and entirety shaking at the few times my cock would hit that spot inside her. Sometimes, we would just share a gaze. At the same time, she slowly, surely enjoyed herself, before torridly making out, and I began to leave hickeys close to her neck. She didn’t know, and only noticed my hand was pressing below her tummy at the same time the squelching became audible. Her face slowly began to shift to the same expression she had when her orgasm began to rear itself from under her.

I didn’t want to move away from Jiyeon, but if she was going to cum this soon. Why not? Pushing her with my legs as I slightly folded them, I pressed my hand more where it was, as the other held her by the hip. I was desperately trying to hold myself off, almost looking out of it while her face began to scrunch up, then asked her the question, “You’re gonna cum?”

Jiyeon nodded. So quick, I thought, but well, for science! To her surprise, I started thrusting upward, taking advantage of how we had sunk onto the soft mattress. Back-and-forth, mirroring her, my legs folded up, cushioning her ass while sliding myself deeper. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her grip tightened, her hand suddenly tapping down on my shoulder as she almost froze at the sudden movement. A shriek shot through the chorus of moans she released as her hips got into a dirtier rhythm now, fighting through her shaking and tiredness at the sudden intensity. 

The camera must’ve seen its subjects frantically rocking back and forth on the bed, both moaning almost uncontrollably. The lady was almost at a squat, her hips grinding away at the man that thrusted into her, occasionally putting their lips together to shut themselves up. They were dragging her orgasm through the mud. 

Then, just as suddenly as we started with it, Jiyeon began biting her lip. Trying to silence her moans as she was melting into mere flesh and bone, pulling me closer to her in a bid not to fall, as if I wasn’t so close myself. One phrase escaped her mouth amidst the stifled moans, “right there!” Her hips dug deeply to make sure I kept hitting her spot. Feeling her tightening up in a knot, even her face reflected it, as she led herself to orgasm. Trying to shut her up with my lips, but I was of no use, moving as she let out a moan and threw her head back, hips throttling suddenly as she twitched, tightening around my cock, squeezing, and trying to have me follow her. I held as best as I could, but seeing her cum was always something. It took her a bit to catch herself, just reduced to a hot, huffing mess. I was glad I didn’t break. When our eyes met again, her expression read the same as earlier: relieved but tired. There was again the Jiyeon I asked to come here, then she quipped.

“There’s always a first time.”

I was bewildered. Jiyeon was very wet, sure, leaving a mess down there, but her first time to what? I asked her that.

“You know, girls don’t usually cum from penetration.” Then she slyly said, teasing me, “I thought you knew that?”

How playful. I just giggled, though, yes, I knew. I didn’t expect Jiyeon to want to take the lead just for that—my turn. I flipped us around, though, while I was able to keep myself from falling onto her, I had slipped out. When her smile faded, a glance at my lip told me everything. We continued to make out before her hand moved down and guided me towards her pussy. The moment it lined up, I looked back up and did not hesitate, sliding myself fully back inside. 

I couldn’t help myself and moaned along with her at how wet she was. Jiyeon felt even tighter this time. I dug my knees down, with her grip on my arm and hip just enough to let me feel her again. I was deep. Making her moan every time our hips met, slowly ramping myself up as the knot in my gut dissipated. That helped me buy some time, and being close to her probably allowed her a moment to spill something.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

I replied, “You feel better.”

Giving her one last kiss, I straightened my back and pressed her legs open. Maybe I should still take it easy, yet now perhaps was also the time for intrusive thoughts, so I bucked my hips. Ah! Her hand firmly pressed on my stomach. Alright, maybe just a little slower, it is. Placing myself on her hips, she wrapped her fingers on my wrists. I knew she was watching me as I shored up my pace, though this time, she was matching each thrust. Recoiling as she lay down, with my fingers, she began to slightly arch her back, serving to multiply her pleasure and assuring me that I needed to keep it that way. 

I was fucking her. Though I was a lab rat as well, and I couldn’t help but think it was a mystery how I hadn’t cum yet. Having come so close earlier, I was beginning to feel it again. Perhaps it was the foreplay? The fact that I was still thinking too hard? Maybe it was the exercise? Or just maybe, that external factor was Jiyeon herself. She let me inside, now letting me take her in what was our first time in a while, both our prepared looks for the day messy, clothes on the floor, bodies already sweating, and to think this was only an experiment. 

Though perhaps that was the goal we had set out to accomplish—of sensual sex—and it never needed my orgasm. 

Jiyeon was animated. Being the dancer that she was, her face was always a marker for me to tell how she felt. Her body reflected it too, presenting herself vulnerably, her tits shaking and chest rising as she tried to relax, the toll of her orgasm rendering her tired. Lastly, her voice, the siren song that guided me, even if I thought I had better judgment. This was my idea after all. Yet she, as the woman, held me quite literally, on my cock and my arms, by her grip.  

“Can you go faster?” Jiyeon then asked.

I didn’t respond. I obliged. Bucking my hips again and slightly throwing Jiyeon forward. She let out a cry, another thrust, her one arm swung free and reached backward, rummaging for the bedframe while she mouthed a curse. Her grip around my arms tightened as I pulled her closer to me. Her features warped again as she tried to bear what she had asked for. She was fighting herself, trying to move away but also pushing herself right into my cock, our flesh slapping with the sound of a lewd tune. Though I could only go so far as not to hurt her, even asking if she was fine, and through piercing moans and half-opened eyes, trying to hide her face under her extended arm, she just nodded. 

Looking down, I saw my cock was glistening even in the shadow of us. It felt weird to be a voyeur at my party, my eyes slowly tracing up, admiring the svelte woman who agreed to this stupid thing. Jiyeon squirmed, every part of her having become sensitive with each subsequent touch and orgasm she's had, the next was to take me as well. I couldn't ignore it anymore. Holding our breaths, I couldn't help moaning along at times because she simply felt that good at the moment. It was almost as if she set us up to finish, though I wouldn't leave her unsatisfied.

Jiyeon then beckoned me to come close, touching my face. I think she was trying to say something, but didn't. 

It did make sense a moment later. 

Having continued at a hard pace, I was beginning to twitch quite hard now. I was close. Jiyeon's legs, having been open this whole time, suddenly clamped around me. I was surprised and saw a wily smile on Jiyeon's face, yet taking only one thrust to crack that smile into a moan. It was always nice to ask, I huffed. 

"You want it outside?"

Jiyeon shook her head, almost yelling at me, "Don't!"

Perhaps that was the last of her voice, as she plopped her head down and continued to take me. Quieter now, we both knew what was next. Both of us had me trapped, our primal instincts in sync as I began to plant my knees while she rumbled under me. I was losing my grip too, planting my arms as hers slipped up my back. She didn't have to say anything. We had already talked too much. But when she looked at me, there was a soft gaze that I couldn't help but reciprocate with my lips. By this point, like rubbing stones, there was only fire abound. 

Twitching, Jiyeon averted her gaze and shut her eyes as she let off a shriek, her torso under me pushing upward as the angle had hit her just right. Throwing her head back as she began to cum, her legs pulling me in further, fingers pressed down on my skin. It was unbearable. Trying to push through her tightness, with her hips raised and waiting. It was the end of me, and I knew it. Sliding all the way inside, I began to unload at the same time, letting out a groan, almost falling forward onto her, my toes curling as the first shot of cum left me. She felt it too, her moans became louder as I filled her up with a warm load that even I couldn’t believe for myself. I could barely raise myself after all that. Though perhaps that sweaty embrace was what we needed at that immediate moment

We were out of breath. I was deep inside her. Our lungs rapidly took in air, gazes not meeting, while she stared off to the side, I was staring only at her. After the moment had sunk in, almost as if regaining some consciousness, we shared a last deep kiss. We both agreed, saying the same remark between a few kisses.

“That was great.” 

Pulling out of her was like pulling a plug, with my load dripping out onto the loaned mattress. Sitting across her, Jiyeon and I giggled as the rest poured out of her without any effort. Though it was more shocking just how wet she was, maybe I should pat myself on the back for that. Still naked, I just grabbed the tissues I had bought for this purpose, while she told me she did agree to a certain, italicized line in the email to make sure nothing was to happen to her.

She kissed me on the cheek as I handed her clothes back. I put my boxers on and stood in front of the camera. I had almost forgotten about it. I needed to say at least something to conclude the recording.

I couldn’t remember what I wanted to say, trying to string the words together and merely explaining. Like a madman, I began.

“Miss Suhyeon and I have demonstrated sensual sex to the best of our ability,” I blabbered on, ending with, “...at the end of this demonstration, this is to be an exclusive tape.”

When I turned the camera off, it was warm, having been turned on for a long time. Jiyeon was already patting her clothes down, seeming as if she didn’t just get fucked, though her hair, at first glance straight, was now in need of a shower. We both would look alright once we left. Save perhaps the stain on the bed that now needed to be cleaned by a bribed crew again. 

I didn’t want to keep her waiting as I hurriedly dressed up, much to her telling me to at least slow down a bit. I just made a call, and both of us left the auditorium. I was finally, and quite literally, loose of my commitments now.

Jiyeon, however, wasn’t hiding her newfound fondness for me. Linking her arms around me as we made the long walk to the gate, sharing a conversation that, while casual at first, was beginning to slip into another territory. I didn’t want to try my luck this time, as there were no textbooks for what she was implying. I wasn’t exactly closed off to her suggestion, but when she pretty much laid bare that she had been flirting with me for some time now, I was a bit taken aback. Usually, it would be up for the man to guess, though in her view, I had been too blinded by my work.

“Hey, maybe, another time we can just go out,” Jiyeon told me. “You better say yes because I like you.” Three words: it was a tandem charge.