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Nash Gold Jr.

🪙​One thing you should have known from the start is the fact that nothing gets Nash's blood pumping as much as physical exercise does. Physical exercise which he does a lot of. From playing basketball as part of the Jabberwock to water sports such as swimming or even boxing. You're pretty sure that there is no such thing as a sport Nash wouldn't try out at least once and wouldn't excel in immediately. With that influx of adrenaline and the pleasure of beating his opponents though comes along naturally the exciting rush of blood to his dick. Truly, you wonder how much masturbation was required from his side before you were there. Now that you are his though, it is obvious to whom Nash turns the moment he needs release from his physical excitement. He likes to think of it as claiming the best trophy possible after each victory and you know too well by now at one point what he wants the moment he returns to you after a game and already claims your lips in a hungry kiss. Most ironic of all is that he refers to sex as yet another form of physical exercise and you cannot even argue with that. How could you when the results truly are the same? Covered in sweat, out of breath, dizzy and aching almost everywhere?

🪙​Ssuch exhaustion only falls to your body. Nash has insane stamina and you've never seen him exhausted after one round. In fact you can barely even feel him softening after his first orgasm as his dick stays rockhard inside of you. Worst of all is that you already know that he won't stop either as he fucks you through his own release without even slowing down as if determined to push you to the brink of exhaustion until everything aches. By the time he finally gets tired to the point where his dick softens, you are already feeling like mush which leaves Nash with the task of making sure you are fine after. That short flare of searing pain whenever he pushes himself within you always stays though, no matter how much sex the both of you have had already. There is no denial that your man is packed everywhere which includes an impressive size down there too. Nash certainly takes pride in it too even if that does imply that it is painfully obvious when he is hard to everyone as the bulge within his pants cannot be hidden. Your pussy needs to be considerably wet to make things less painful for him as it would hurt too much if he were to sheathe himself inside if you aren't, hence why both of you use lube when you don't produce enough slick.

🪙​One thing that does lead to arguments initially is the fact Nash doesn't like using condoms at all. He hates the feeling of his dick being restricted and he hates that he cannot feel your pussy squeezing him as intensely as he would if he would do the deed without one. Don't get him wrong, he isn't interested in having a kid either but he doesn't like having his own pleasure restricted either. Terribly selfish but that is sadly just part of who he is. He does try to make a deal with you by offering to pay for your pills or whatever meassurement you need to feel comfortable so that he can fuck you raw. He probably wouldn't go as far as ditching a condom if you aren't ready but he is never going to drop the conversation either. With a pretty much addiction to sports, it is unsurprising that Nash may try to encourage you to try out some of them too. Sometimes it can go innocently when he teaches you whilst he barely breaks out a sweat whilst you are drenched by the end of it and other times it turns into the furthest thing from innocent. After all you do look sexy with your sweat glistening in the lights. You have been manhandled into bending over so that he could fuck you on an empty court or in an empty swimming pool more than you can count.

🪙​He loves your ass. That's something he has never even bothered to hide as a secret from you. Not with the way he keeps staring at it whenever you bend over. Not with the way he keeps on slapping you on it and certainly not with the way he gropes it when he rails you against whatever surface there is currently available. So to you it comes as no shocker when some of his favourite positions during sex turn out to be the ones where he has the most perfect sight of your ass with free access to pinch and spank your cheeks until they sting as much as he wants. You consider reverse cowgirl as the less exhausting one though. Mainly because Nash can get quite rough when he lets the pleasure get to his head meaning that it can get uncomfortable during doggy when his pace gets more brutal and your whole body is being left to be rocked back and forth violently. During reverse cowgirl Nash lays down at the very least, meaning that there is no crushing weight of his mounting you which gives you more freedom to move even whilst he eagerly gropes your ass. You can only pray though that he doesn't get impatient sooner and later because then you will be flipped over before you know with your ass in the air and him fucking you senseless.

🪙​Wearing some of his necklaces is something Nash has you do quite often. He likes the sight of something that belongs to him decorating your neck and marking you as someone who belongs to him. It's a very pretty image to look at. You know how this sight can be turned even prettier than it is already though? By having you wear it during sex. Yes, your ass will remain his favourite thing to look at whenever he gets wild with you but sometimes he needs to switch things up a bit. Then the next best thing is the hypnotising sight of his necklace bouncing together with your tits whenever he thrusts inside of you, rocking your entire body forward. Just look at you right now, helpless and needy whilst his necklace is clinging to your sweaty skin. It's probably the reason why he eventually considers the idea of getting you a collar in the first place. A gorgeous collar which would fit snuggly on your neck and has his name embedded in golden letters on it. Perhaps he should let you wear it when the two of you are under people too. Maybe then people would stay away from you instead of approaching you all the time. Then again, that wouldn't spare you from his possessive sex either whenever you do as much as interact too much with someone else.

🪙​God, things get really interesting the moment Nash cannot take you with him somewhere. Normally he always makes sure that you accompany him whenever he has to fly to another country. If that isn't possible, he has to check on you otherwise. From that point on you are required to give him updates about your day three to four times despite the fact that the two of you are in different time zones and one call a day. What that also means is phone sex. You do not even dare to open the chat in public anymore as you have learned from previous experiences where you clicked on a message only to be surprised with a picture of his bulge, or even worse a dick pick with his hand already wrapped around his throbbing length. He facetimes you only minutes later if you do not do it yourself, already in the process of masturbating by the time you accept the call. From that point on it is mutual masturbation through the video call as he has you fingering yourself and showing it to him so he can get off too whilst pure filth leaves his mouth about how much he misses this pussy of yours. This is especially bad if the time difference is a big one which means that he may call you in the middle of the night or during your work to get off.

Minamoto Teru

💛​Teru is a busy person, a very busy person. As an exorcist he has his hands full, often dedicating many hours of every night to exorcise all Supernaturals and skipping out on sleep and time he would have liked to spend with you. Duties unfortunately outweight everything as as an exorcist this is the life he has to lead, protecting innocents and you too from evil forces. What does that tell us? It tells us that he has often little time on his hands and that he suffers from sleep deprivation, even if he hides it certainly better than others would. Those two very apparent factors have led to two occurring factors within your sex life with him which he may not be overly proud of but has to work with due to the situation given to him. The first one is a quickie. Now, Teru doesn't actually like quickies in the beginning and he still doesn't like them as time passes. He would like to take things slow with you and above everything, he has made sure that he had the time during your first time together. The first time is meant to be something special after all and the sheer amount of planning he had to put in and the hours of overwork exorcising Supernaturals so he would have less work to do is as sad as it is admirable.

💛​But then there are the quickies. A fast way to release some of his stress and pent-up emotions. Because pushing his own needs aside is a common occurrence. Obviously Teru doesn't complain but putting his own sexual needs aside and even being forced to stop foreplay with you when something happens has made him much more sensitive to the point where he tends to get riled up by even the smallest things you do. And out of a justified paranoia to be interrupted by his siblings or an emergency doing it quick is more often than not the only way. God, he hates being this desperate and he is praying that you don't think lowly of him for it. Then again, he could hardly blame you if you would. It isn't quite fitting of his image as a Prince Charming after all to urge you into an utility room or narrow backroom whilst fumbling with the belt on his pants and simultaneously swallowing any sounds of yours with his own lips. He's not proud of the way his cock is already flushed red and drooling at the tip or the way his body is so pent-up that he actually experiences premature ejaculation when his stress levels are extremely high.

💛​The other thing he has going for himself is sleep deprivation. He has little of the night to actually rest properly as Supernaturals are mosty active during this time. So that means that the only breaks he can allow himself to have are during the day when he isn't busy with something else as life goes on then too. Normally he does use that time to catch up on some much needed sleep. Other times his body finds himself in the most curious predicament where he is exhausted and aroused at the same time. Sometimes he is able to sleep it off. Sometimes he can't sleep it off though and to only make things worse is that his arousal then keeps him from actually being able to properly fall asleep which drives him somewhat mad. What does that mean? You guessed it: You have to actually fuck Teru to sleep. It may sound weird worded like this but he insists that he needs it. As he has low energy whenever this scenario happens though, he normally has you topping him. Sure, he could be on top too and lazily thrust his hips inside of you but if he could be truthful for a moment, he actually just wants to lay down and do nothing during those moments. He's tired so please just ride him and let him sleep.

💛​There is this habit that Teru has developed to deal with extreme stress he has to endure and that is the habit of groping something and squeeze it. Usually that object has always been a Mokke as they are very squeezable. With you in the picture, that changes. Initially it isn't even intentional but just a reflex that has been engrained into him as his hands reach out and squeeze your body. He's properly embarrassed too as he normally always sees it through to control his urges more only to end up slipping when exposed to too much shit at once. You are luckily never mad at him as you too normally notice that he is silently going through it during such times which eventually leads to this becoming a common occurrence whenever he has too much on his shoulders in which case you find yourself dragged away to the side so that he can just squeeze your chest and calm down. Or alternatively he can just escalate the situation until his hips start stuttering against your clothed cunt, cock hard and needing to blow off some steam as much as he does. He doesn't know what's worse sometimes. Cumming in his pants or being interrupted and forced to walk around with a boner for the rest of the day.

💛​Whilst Teru is known as the Prince of his school, an embarrassing secret that you eventually figure out is that he seems to be a bit of a pervert behind closed doors. It isn't that he is like this from the very beginning though. It's more of a gradual development that happens the longer he is together with you as you seem to be the one who brings that side out of him. Not that surprising since you are Teru's first everything. First relationship, first kiss and first person to have sex with. Then the part about him having a more obsessive love for you may also be a reason why he eventually figures out that he isn't as chivalrous as he would like to have everyone believe. One of the very first things he gets very obsessed with is your chest, arguably his favourite thing to touch and squeeze whenever he is stressed or aroused. He has never been fixated on this part of your body that much before and it makes him feel like experiencing the horny teenager phrase he never did have when he was still in school. Nipple play is therefore something he becomes very much obsessed with eventually, rubbing and pinching your nipples until they are hard and erect.

💛​Sensory deprivation also eventually gets added to his preferences though surprisingly enough you figure out that he is the one who is the one favoring it being done to himself. Perhaps because Teru is often forced to pay attention too much, constantly sensing Supernaturals around him and as a result often overstimulated. That's where his preference for quieter and isolated places originates from as he doesn't want to be overwhelmed and for that sensory deprivation seems to be a good way to cut off some of his senses to focus fully on you and the moment. He doesn't want his movements to be restricted though as he still wants to touch you, especially your boobs, otherwise he doesn't mind if you put a blindfold and earmuffs on him, cutting two of his most important senses off and leaving him mostly to your mercy. It's therefore fair in your mind that he gets to tie you up in colourful cloths whenever he has the energy and the time to actually drag sessions out with you without needing to do anything immediately after. He's going to use such a chance whenever it comes by so that does lead to Teru overstimulating the both of you. Totally worth it though.

Tokimitsu Aoshi

🟫​Let us speak frankly here for we all know that more often than not, Aoshi is essentially just one tight knot of anxiety barely held together beneath the surface. Whenever there is any stress put on him, he immediately turns into this big, burly guy who lacks any self-confidence he could have in his own skills. Especially whenever he has to perform in order to get good results. What counts initially only for football soon begins to count for the very relationship you have with him as well. Aoshi is stressed and sweating whenever he does as much as holding your hands. The road that leads to a confession is a long and gruelling one where he may or may not have gone insane a couple of times due to anxiety and even within a relationship that fear doesn't immediately subside. So just imagine what he must feel like whenever the thought of actually getting intimate with you does to him. Sex is viewed as a performance he has to do well in and like with most things where he is expected to physically perform a certain act, Aoshi goes through all possible levels of anxiety. Mind you, he isn't even aroused yet. The thought of disappointing you and failing to please you just keeps his thoughts racing about all bad scenarios.

🟫​One's mind tends to play funny tricks on a individual though and his own mind very much obeys those instructions. Who would have thought that eventually all this anxiety and stress would turn into arousal? What do you even call this? Scaroused? Maybe it is his mind just deciding that his body needs to unwind somehow and what better way to do that apparently than getting hard and jerking it off? You never get to find out about this problem. Not initially at least as Aoshi decides to avoid you for his dear life, the shame still stronger than the lust. He doesn't do a good job at all though trying to act normal. Not when he suddenly shuffles awkwardly away, big body trying to fold in to hide the bulge in his pants. So he locks himself away in small rooms, fingers twitching as he unbuckles his pants. Once his thick cock springs free of its containment, he doesn't quite know what to do though. This problem is new and so he just stares, fingers twitching unsurely before he eventually decides to wrap them around his pulsing shaft. Little experience leads to him eventually fucking his hand clumsily, jaw clenched so tightly that it is a miracle his teeth are still intact all whilst he lets out throaty grunts.

🟫​The shame always burns somewhere deep within his guts yet instead of discouraging his arousal, it only encourages it. It's like his brain has decided that masturbating is the best stress relief he can use and so Aoshi has a shameful phase where he gets borderline addictive to jerking off. He wants to die every time he finds himself in that familiar situation yet it is just so addictive, that feeling of pulsing pleasure as part of his stress just melts every time he cums. The frequent act of it though leads his careful facade to slowly crack when around you. Impure thoughts start to infiltrate his mind as he begins to imagine how wonderful it would be if you would be the one helping him to release his stress, if it were to be your hands instead of his own who would squeeze his cock and fondle with his balls until he blows up all over you. The disgust hasn't completely disappeared but it is less prominent than it used to be, perhaps because such feelings do not stop his cock from hardening anyways. Still, Aoshi struggles to bring this topic up when around you. It is hard to put his need into words and so you can only watch confused as he fumbles around with words and hands alike, trying to ask you if he can get laid.

🟫​The first time you have with him is a terrifying but equally exciting experience. His hands are damp and shaky as he helps you undress, far too hurried for your liking. Aoshi is in a rush, heart pounding and blood flowing down which already leaves him slightly dizzy before he has even begun. He is this close to ripping your clothes off himself and chances are that your bra ends up not being wearable as he tugs at it too strongly and ends up damaging the hook. The apology you will only get later though as his mind is completely elsewhere in that moment. The moment you lay down completely naked and look up at him, you cannot help but feel slightly unnerved. He's towering over you, ears completely red and chest heaving already like he has run an entire marathon. There is probably this persistent thought to plunge himself completely inside of you immediately but you insist that he needs to prepare you first. His cock fits his build after all, thick and large. As eager as Aoshi may be, he doesn't want to hurt you. So you have to instruct him as he scissors you open, fingers pushing themselves inside your warmth which only leads to his cock leaking pre-cum more aggressively.

🟫​What you learn almost immediately though is that Aoshi tends to lose his mind once he is inside of you. The first time is the worst for the moment you feel ready to try to take his cock in and he pushes his hips forward to slide inside of you, he completely loses it. His mind goes blank once he feels hot and gummy walls sucking him in and before you can even register it, his hands slam down next to your head as he starts hammering himself inside of you. It's painful as he goes too hard and fast whilst you still haven't adjusted fully but talking to him does nothing. He's just gone, eyes unfocused whilst he babbles how good this feels and that he has never felt this amazing before. You need to slap him. A couple of times. Hard. Only then does he snap out of his daze, about to cry from pleasure and guilt alike. The only thing undermining it all though is that he unironically blows up and cums after you have slapped him. Such a loss of control during sex with you always leads to Aoshi turning much more rougher as he forgets for a moment how big and strong he is, hands squeezing your body too tightly as he brutally rams his cock inside your weeping cunt.

🟫​You also learn that he likes being slapped. Something about that sharp sting of the impact of your palm cutting through the haze of his delirious pleasure has him positively detonating and most of his orgasms always end up through you hitting him. In fact he encourages you to hit him hard enough so that his skin is reddened and he can see the spots where you slapped him on his chest. He's all for being overstimulated too even when he is completely flushed and dripping with sweat. Once you decide to help him, you better prepare for multiple rounds as one quickie simply won't do. If he fucks, then Aoshi needs to let out some of his pent-up stress and anxiety too and that only happens if he tires himself even when he is in downright pain due to all the stimulation. That would put you under a lot of stress and roughness too though so to avoid that you learn to give him a handjob before you let his cock spear you to tire him out somewhat. Also, all the times of fisting his cock in cramped spaces has led him to an affinity for small rooms where the both of you end up pressed together b default due to the lack of space. That despite him being somewhat claustrophobic too.

Itoshi Rin

🩵​Rin is often even within a relationship an enigma. It is hard to figure out someone who so often appears as stoic and cold. Being an enigma leads to misconceptions. You too are prone to this. The biggest misconception that you have about him and one that you eventually realise yourself is the one of him being cold, uncaring and indifferent. Rin is not. He may have the fitting face to be mistaken as such but you discover that he is quietly desperate and needy. He doesn't like it when you pay attention to someone else. Talk highly about his brother and he has a heart attack. Ignore him or pay less attention to him and he is hovering quietly around, hands balling into fists as he stares. It is very much the same when it involves anything sexual because Rin is the one who caves in first. He is the one who is having dirty thoughts first, his mind replaying them over and over with more and more detail until he is flushed and hard. Long showers become his good friend, hot water streaming down his body flushed not from the heat of it but from the fact that he is fisting his cock ruthlessly, the tip red and overstimulated as another load of cum stains his hand and the wall before the water washes all traces away.

🩵​You initially don't notice because Rin hides it better. Time crumbles all composure though and soon you too notice some things. The blush that dusts his cheeks as he continuously stares at you. The way his eyes slowly trace over every valley and curve of your body. The way his fingers clutch you tightly when you approach and he touches you as if itching to pull you as close as possible. Most obvious of all to you is the dent within his pants. You know now. You've seen through him. Yet you refuse to talk to him about it. In fact you refrain from indulging him at all. Perhaps because you are sick and tired of him pretending to be so nonchalant or because you just want to observe and torment him for a bit longer. Sometimes you are being extra mean. Plopping down in his lap, feeling the shape of his cock through the fabric as you grind your ass against the hardness and claim his mouth with your lips. For painful minutes that is all you do before you push him away, leaving him flushed and panting as you swat away hands shooting out to pull you back. If he begs you would perhaps change your mind. Rin though is stubborn and so you decide to draw this game out for as long as possible until he crumbles.

🩵​As he doesn't make the first move, you initiate almost everything only to never finish what you begun. Multiple times you surprise him by rolling your hips against his dick, pressing your lips all over his chin and neck all whilst Rin grows red, lips parting as he cannot suppress the whimpers as you find the sensitive spots and abuse them with your teeth. Each time a piece of his self-control dies when you suddenly pull away and that growing desperation is visible. His hips chase after you as if chasing for your friction and eventually he cannot even quieten the low whine of frustration he lets out when you leave him completely hard and hot. He means to glare at you but you can hardly take him seriously when he looks at you with rosy cheeks and wide eyes, still unable to stop his hips from thrusting upwards. Maybe you are playing a dangerous game but you are curious to see the results. The breaking point happens eventually though not because you end up teasing him. No, instead Rin one day catches you masturbating because obviously you aren't unaffected too when you grind into him. He just stares at you for a long time before he suddenly joins you in the shower.

🩵​Your legs are shaking, knees weak as jelly as your hands can only claw at the walls for support as Rin's tongue eagerly squirms around within you, circling your throbbing and hot clit as he eats you out. He hasn't even bothered removing his clothes, fabric drenched under the still running shower. Nothing can hide his raging boner though, painfully visible as his hips stutter with every lick of his tongue. His hands squeeze your thighs, forcing you to stand up in the shower as his face pushes into your pussy. You don't know if he intends to punish you or prove himself. How dare you after all teasing him all this time only to not even use him for your own pleasure? Do you think he cannot please you? Rin always wants to prove himself, always wants to be the best and so perhaps he is tormenting you to prove himself to you right now. It's only after you come on his tongue for the third time that he finally allows you slide down in the shower cabin, legs giving up the moment he loosens his hold on your thighs. He isn't done just yet though as you can only watch with weary amusement as he removes his pants and underwear hastily before grabbing your hips and lifting you up to place you on his lap.

🩵​You're already tired and aching at this point but what pushes you through is the sheer eagerness and desperation in his eyes as if he is expecting his reward now like children do their candy. Who are you to deny him that, especially because you were the one riling him up all the time? So you use this chance to take charge again, riding him until he throws his hand back against the wall as he cums, spurting his cum all over your abdomen before demanding another round, cock still hard from weeks of teasing. After that day though, Rin is more courageous to approach you whenever he is in the mood. As he can get quite desperate at times though, this is partially to your own demise, especially since he loves eating you out above anything. You're pretty sure he gets enough pleasure out of it to cum in his pants though that doesn't mean that his boner goes down afterwards. So often you can only whimper and clutch the headboard whilst riding his face, his hands gripping your shaking thighs as his tongue torments multiple orgasms out of you. Your clit is swollen and hot, pulsing every time he moans into your pussy. Maybe you have created a bit of a monster.

🩵​He doesn't want you to touch yourself without his help. Less because he is possessive and more because he is desperate. He has to be the one to please you and the few times you were caught masturbating, he was immediately all over you with that stupidly desperate look in his eyes and his tongue already dipping between soaked folds. You know that Rin certainly doesn't shy away from calling you when he is hard and needy. As someone who travels around a lot, phone sex becomes kind of a must when he is gone and cannot take you with him. It's like the distance only makes him more horny and so you often sit on your bed in the middle of the night, phone pressed against your ear as you listen to Rin masturbating on the other side and confessing between ragged breaths that he hates being away from you. Nonchalant your ass. He is everything but if there is one thing you have learned. It surprises you too that with the introduction of sex within the relationship, Rin grows more touchy and clingy overall. After sex he is noticably more clingy, head pressed against your chest as he slowly calms down. Even outside though his hands start brushing more over your form.

Nagi Seishiro

🤍​Seishiro's spirit animal is the sloth. He hates putting effort into everything as he loves lazing around most whilst playing his video games. An obsession demands a kind of work he hasn't committed to ever before and that tires him out. Still, in his mind he deserves your affection and loyalty for going out of his comfort zone in the first place. You need to stay close to him or else his peace would only be ruined more. From the start Seishiro is clingy with you. He now lazes around together with you, often sprawled over you and trapping you beneath his body as he takes one of his multiple naps throughout the day. Truth be told, he has given sex never much thought before. He loves his games, doing nothing and now you too. It never crosses his mind until he one day wakes up only to discover that his dick is uncomfortably hard and throbbing with neglect. That has never happened before so he doesn't even know what to do with that nor why it has happened in the first place. Eventually he just sighs before flopping down again, pulling his boxers down to fish his dick out to then lazily pump his cock until he cums, his release splashing on his stomach before he goes right back to sleep.

🤍This isn't a one time thing though. It happens multiple times afterwards until Seishiro eventually pins down the culprit for it all. Ever since you have crashed his life, things have changed. Really, should he be surprised that you are responsible for his body being worked up to this degree too? No, definitely not. If at all, Nagi is shockingly unashamed. So much so that you one day wake up due to the sounds of sighs and grunts next to you. When you turn around, you are greeted in the early morning with the sight of his pale cock on display as he lazily rolls his hips into his hands. When he notices that you are awake, his facial expressions stay as passive as ever all whilst he doesn't even stop his movements. When he eventually asks you if you would like to help since this is kind of your fault, you have half a mind to jump up and run out. Only for his other hand to reach out and pin your palm down, asking you to not stand up and force him to move after you. If you don't want to help him, fine. Just don't go anywhere else. So you just lay there, not watching but hearing as he jacks off only to curl back to your side and doze off almost immediately after again.

🤍Needless to say, you would never admit to anyone that this happens every once in a while. You waking up to him masturbating. Be it in the early morning or in the middle of the night. Seishiro still hasn't forced you to touch him but you do notice that he grows slightly more frustrated every single time. Sometimes he grabs you by your hips before pressing your ass against his erection, nose buried in your neck as he mutters that this is all your fault and that you should eventually take responsibility for it. His touches have gotten much more explorative as well. Cuddling is nothing you but now his hands begin to wander, squeezing your flesh curiously and even sneaking into your pants only for you to slap them away in the last moment. The way lazy eyes narrow in passive discontent doesn't fly over your head though. You wonder how long you can keep this up until Seishiro eventually has enough. One night then you find yourself waking up due to Seishiro dry-humping against your body, hands wrapping around your form when you try to flinch away before muttering for you to stay still as he slowly grinds his cock against your body, cum seeping through his boxers once he comes.

🤍You don't like this development as Seishiro uses your body when you are asleep even though you didn't give him any permission. When you bring this up to him though, he blinks slowly at you before giving you permission to use him too if you ever feel needy and he is asleep. There, now it should be fine. It really isn't but in his mind it very much is. This indifference and laziness all because conflicts are a bother in his mind and require too much effort drive you almost mad but there is little you find yourself able to do. Eventually what you have secretly dreaded happens. You wake up to the unfamiliar feeling of lazy fingers scissoring you open, all complains silenced when Seishiro clamps his other hand over mout mouth, muttering that his cock doesn't want to go down no matter how much he fucks his fist and that he has decided to try your pussy out this time. Don't worry though. He's asked Reo for advice. He'll loosen you up first and Reo has even bought him condoms he can use. You can only whimper as his fingers plunch deeper inside you, forcing your walls to stretch to prepare yourself soon for the intrusion for his thick cock. He'll try to be gentle though keep in mind, it's his first time.

🤍Honestly, his pace really isn't fast. Seishiro goes slow as his lack of energy aids him but your breath is still knocked out of your lungs every time he reenters you, pushing him in to the hilt until you are completely filled, walls struggling to adjust around his impressive length. In fact his tempo is so slow that you find yourself chasing after his cock out of frustration as you need to be done with it, eliciting a sigh out of him as he scolds you for rushing it and being so needy. He is one to talk, isn't he? Every time he bottoms out inside of you, his full body weight almost rests completely on you, pinning you down so you cannot move. He complains to you occasionally, about his day, his best friend or even how you ruined his life but how he strangely enough doesn't mind. Eventually his pace picks up as he gets closer to his own release, your body bouncing every time he pulls out only to push himself inside again using his body weight. By now he has stopped complaining, only focused on chasing after that pleasure building up within his balls and spine before it detonates at last and he just collapses on top of you. He doesn't even pull out. He just goes back to sleep whilst still twitching inside of you.

''Isaiii!! s-shiitt!''

you clawed at the sheets under and next to you, trying to ground yourself from the mind breaking thrusts Isaiah was giving you. He'd thrown one of your legs over his shoulder, the other pushed up against your chest, feeding you deep and sensual thrusts.

''Wanna make you remember every inch of me baby- you gon' feel me till I return.''

He groaned out, his hand massaging your thick thighs as his slowed down his thrusts, plunging into you slower to allow you to analyze and take in each and every inch of him, to feel the curve of his dick and the few veins that spread evenly.

''I'm gonna miss her so much, you hear how she crying fa' me too?''

The sounds of your love making was obscene, the sloppy slaps of his hips meeting your and the squeltch of your pussy eachtime he slid back in was pure ecstasy to you both. You had reached up and cupped his face, looking into his eyes as sharp bolts of overstimulation ran through you both.

You've been at this for nearly a good 4 hours, fucking eachother like rabbits in heat, not once was he off you- only to change positions, and even then, he still easily found his way back into you.

''I love you soo- *hic* -much 'Saia- mmm!''

You sobbed, tears of both pleasure and sorrow streamed down your face, lips trembling in a pout. Nash's eyes glossed with his own tears, staring into yours.

''I love you too baby- so much...wanna make you a mommy to my kids.''

He choked out, His thrusts matching the soothing tone he spoke in, his hand stroked your tear stained face- wiping any strays that slid down. His words reached you in ways you've never felt before.

The idea of him getting you pregnant and making you a mother played in you head, Your pussy clenching tightly around him to just the thought alone- you had to have it happen.

''Yeah...make me a mommy- give me your babies.''

Your voice barely above a whisper, but it was loud and clear to Him- and he definitely liked what he was hearing, speeding up his thrusts as he could feel his and your orgasm approaching.

Isaiah leaned back, letting go of your leg and going down to rub at your swollen nub.

''Gonna make you a mommy, yeah? Have our babies running around when I get back..''

''Fuck- gonna be the best momma ever.''

''Gon' fill you up realll nice, keep it in you- then make sure you full with me.''

Isaiah Rambled on as his juices spilled out into you, letting out a sigh of pleasure when you finished along with him, both of you buzzed with the ecstasy of your love.

He rested his body on top of yours, softly humming between breathes to ground himself. Not a word was said but alot was felt, You were both sad he had to leave- but it came with some upsides.

''You really gotta leave..?''

You were no stranger to formal events. Your family wasn’t necessarily rich, but you were well off. Somewhat higher status. So it wasn’t unusual for you to be at events that required you to dress up a bit. Put on a dress, do a bit more makeup, put on your good earrings. 

But this one was different.

It was a big charity event run by one of the biggest family names in the country, but the dress code was less suit and tie, high heels and pearl necklaces. For some reason, they had decided to play into the fact that they were in Texas. A western themed event. And for some reason you decided to go, despite having no experience with that style.

You thought it would be simple enough. Find a cute but not too fancy dress and a simple pair of boots to match. The dress you were able to find in your closet- a white one that fell loosely to just about the length of your knees, square neck, and thin straps. Nothing too revealing nor too elegant. The event, unlike most, was about simplicity. 

It was the boots that you had trouble with. 

You’d never worn a pair of cowboy boots before. Silly, supposing you lived in Texas, but you had just never been part of the crowd that wore that regularly. Because you only planned on wearing them to the event, you just ordered a pair online because it didn’t matter too much to you.

Only when they arrived did you realize that they were a bit too big. Nothing crazy, it wasn’t like wearing five sizes too big, more like half. And that half a size still made a difference. 

You stepped out of your car in front of the venue. It was some sort of ranch that clearly hadn’t been used as a proper ranch in who knew how long. The large barn doors were open, revealing all the partygoers and tables and drinks and lights and everything inside. 

Sure enough, everyone was dressed similar to you. Not too formal. Nothing like you were used to wearing. You felt out of place, even though every other person there looked the same. 

With a sigh, you made your way to the entrance. You weren’t exactly sure what to expect there. The only reason you came was because it was a Hawthorne event. You knew that name; you’d known that name your whole life. Your family had been close with the Hawthornes. You grew up with the four boys. Well, mostly with Nash. You were closer to his age than Grayson, Xander, or Jameson. 

But as you grew older, you drifted apart. Adulting happened, you got busy, and eventually you lost contact with Nash. You still had his number in your phone- well, at least his old one from when you were fifteen. Odds were he probably had a new one, and you weren’t willing to text and find out.

So maybe some part of you deep down was hoping to find him again here. It was probably hopeless. Such a big event, so many people, the chances of finding Nash Hawthorne were quite low. 

Yet here you were. 

You kept walking, making your way through the entrance. You were just on time, not too early or too late, but there were already plenty of people walking around. You didn’t recognize any of them. 

There were sounds of glasses clinking, country music in the background, and countless voices conversing as the evening began to unfold. You walked through the crowd, awkwardly adjusting the strap of your dress.

There was nothing wrong with it, but you couldn’t help but feel self conscious, even when everyone was just as casual.

Suddenly, your foot caught on an uneven plank of wood, the oversized shoe not helping one bit. With a startled yelp, you tripped forward. Instinctively, your arms moved out to catch yourself. But there was no need, because before you could properly fall, strong arms caught you, helping you balance again. 

“Woah there,” a familiar voice chuckled. And as you looked up, you found yourself looking into the amused eyes of Nash Westbrook Hawthorne. 

Your eyes widened when you realized who had caught your fall, your face suddenly heating up for no particular reason. 

“Nash?” You breathed, hardly able to believe it. 

He laughed, his grin widening in return when he recognized you too. “Well I’ll be damned. It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah, no kidding.”

Nash took a step back once you were standing again. “You look great, by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you in this type of dress in… well, ever. The boots too, they look like they suit you.” You could tell he was teasing.

“Am I that obvious?” You asked, tucking your hair behind your ear nervously. “They’re too big, but I figured what harm will it do, right? Oh,” you added. “And, thank you. You look… great, too.” 

Why were you being so awkward? It’s just Nash.

Just Nash.

He laughed again, a deep, warm sound that you remembered well. “Thanks, darlin’. Here, why don’t we go sit down? Catch up somewhere quieter.”

You agreed, and the two of you navigate your way through the crowd of people. He was guiding you subtly, his hand gently resting on the small of your back. As you walked, you couldn’t help but notice how at ease he seemed, like he belonged there.

Which made sense, it was his family’s event. And Nash of all the Hawthornes was the one who was most comfortable in those Western-themed situations. 

Most likely to win a rodeo. 

You and his brothers had voted him that when you were kids. 

Nash led you to a quieter spot in the back, as promised. There were some hay bales set up as makeshift seats. Sure, there were chairs that you could’ve snagged from an empty table, but where was the fun in that? 

“Have a seat,” he told you. “I’ll get us some drinks.” And before you could respond, Nash was off. You watched as he walked away, finding yourself glad that he was turned away so he couldn’t see you staring. 

His hair was about the same length and style from when you were younger- you supposed he found what he liked and stuck to it. But that didn’t matter because he was wearing a cowboy hat. Maybe it was for the occasion, but you knew him, and odds were he was wearing it because that was just what he liked. 

But, of course, it had still been almost ten years. He had most definitely grown. Taller, visibly stronger, and his voice had gotten deeper. 

You weren’t complaining. 

Nash returned, and you were snapped out of your thoughts. “So apparently there’s no alcohol. Avery’s decision, not mine. Hope you like iced tea.”

“Thanks.” You took the cup from him as he sat down beside you, but realized he’d only grabbed one. “Why didn’t you get one for yourself?”

Nash shrugged. “I’m not a fan of tea. Even without sugar or nothing, it’s a bit too sweet.”

“Oh,” you nodded. Then you thought about what he’d said earlier. “So, Avery…?”

“Oh, yeah, you don’t know her, do you? I mean, I’m gonna assume that you’ve seen everything on the news and such, but you’ve never met her.” 

You had definitely been paying attention to any news involving the Hawthornes ever since you stopped talking to him. Maybe paying a little more attention than you wanted to admit. “Is she nice? Good to Jameson?” “Oh yeah,” he nodded. “Very good to Jamie. They’re good for each other.” 

“Good, good.”

Why were you acting so weird?

Just Nash. 

You took a sip of the iced tea, the cold calming your nerves a bit. Nash leaned back on the hay bale, as if picking up on your nervousness and trying to make himself more open. 

“So,” he began. “How has life been? Last I heard you were looking at colleges out of state?” 

You nodded, suddenly feeling more comfortable when you knew what to say. “Yeah. I went up to Massachusetts.” “Really. Did you go to school there?”

“Yeah. Harvard? Have you heard of it?” You joked. “I don’t know, it’s not very well known.”

Nash laughed with you. “Harvard. You’re kidding.”

“What, you jealous?” Already back into your old ways, teasing him.

“No. That’s where Grayson’s going.”

Your eyes widened. “What? That’s crazy. On the off chance I run into him, I’ll tell him you say hi.”

Your conversation continued, wandering from how your lives have been to his thoughts on the whole inheritance drama when it first happened. Then somehow you started talking about the fact that they now had a dog named Tiramisu? 

Oh, Xander named it. 

That made more sense. 

But as the night progressed, you still found yourself being awkward. The conversation would come to a slow point and Nash would be the one to bring something up and start talking again, not you. Why was it suddenly so hard to talk to him? Sure, maybe you hadn’t spoken in years now, but he was so easy to talk to that it felt like no time at all.  

“You know,” he mentioned eventually. “I’ve missed this. Missed you, missed us. We should try to get together sometime, while you’re here.”

There was something about the way he said us.

“Yeah, that’d be fun. I’m here for the next week, so we could-”

“After the party?”

His offer caught you off guard. You wanted to spend time with Nash, of course, but you hadn’t expected him to want to get together so soon. You weren’t against it, though.

“Oh yeah, after this works.” You took a sip from the drink to try to look more natural; it looked even more forced. “Where do you want to go?”

Nash grinned. 

“Can you sing?”

A question like that was never good coming from a Hawthorne. 

~~

The rest of the event had gone by quickly. Avery had eventually gone up and said a few words, and afterwards Nash introduced you to her. She was nice, as you thought she’d be. 

You also said hello to Xander and Jameson again, which was fun. Grayson, of course, was still at Harvard. Xander made a pinky promise to you that he’d “make sure Gray finds you on campus or else.”

Then, you and Nash were off.

He’d only told you once you’d left where you were going: a karaoke bar. 

You were not a singer, by any means or definition of the word, but Nash reassured you that it was just the two of you for fun. Neither of you were expected to be professionals, so that gave you some bit of closure and got you a little more excited.

You were sure that there had to be some sort of karaoke room in the Hawthorne House, but that’s not where you went. Nash took the two of you to a karaoke bar. But when you arrived, there was an individual room reserved for you. 

Even if it was taking away from the social bar aspect of the karaoke bar, you appreciated not having to sing poorly in front of strangers.

“So,” Nash began once you were settled in. “Have you got any songs to start with?”

You shrugged. “Do you know any Disney?”

He fully gasped. “Do I know Disney? Do I know Disney? Is my last name Hawthorne? Hell yeah I know Disney!”

Nash hadn’t been lying. Together, you sang a song from practically every Disney movie that existed. And as you sang, you realized you didn’t care what you sounded like. He made it so easy for you to let your guard down and relax and just have fun. 

Nash, on the other hand, you quickly realized he had a voice. Deep and controlled, like he knew what he was doing. The only cracks in his voice were because the note was either too high, or just the result of him drinking.

It was a karaoke bar, after all.

Maybe he was secretly a professional country singer in his free time, it’d been so long since you last spoke to him that you had no idea. 

After finishing Love Is an Open Door from Frozen, you both finally paused to catch your breath after nonstop singing. 

“Y’know,” Nash said, taking a sip from the drink he’d ordered- this time with alcohol. “Hans may have been an ass, but he’s a damn good singer.”

You chuckled. “Says you. You are surprisingly good at this.”

“Surprisingly? Ouch,” he said playfully. 

“Seriously though,” you continued. You both took a seat on the couch. “Do you sing often or is that just… a natural talent?”

Nash shrugged humble. “I don’t know. I will sometimes for fun.”

“What do you usually sing?”

He took a final sip from his drink, setting it back down with a loud clunk. “Let me show you.”

~~

Hozier. 

That’s who Nash liked to sing. 

You didn’t know what you were expecting. Maybe some sort of country artist, simply because of how he liked to dress and talk. Not Hozier. But, of course, you weren't complaining. Because those songs seemed to match his voice perfectly. And he sounded beautiful.

Nash had spent a good fifteen minutes singing, taking a drink between each song. Which, obviously, as alcohol does, seemed to have an effect on him. His words grew sloppier, attempts at dancing growing more wobbly.

After a dramatic singing of To Be Alone that felt more like a serenade by the way he looked at you during the chorus, you would’ve thought he was done. He looked pretty tired and out of it from the drinks, too. 

But then the next song auto played- Too Sweet, one of Hozier’s newest songs.

Nash Hawthorne, half drunk and easily excitable, practically screamed.

“I love this song!” He cried, running over to where you were seated and pulling you up to stand with him. You laughed and let him take you.

“You know, Nash, I think I’ve really only ever heard this on the radio-”

He cut you off by beginning to sing when the lyrics appeared on screen. You grabbed the second microphone that you’d set aside and followed along as best you could. It was a bit hard for you to focus, though, as Nash stumbled next to you and tried his best to keep both his feet and his voice steady. Though he tried his best, he was failing miserably.

It was hilarious.

“I think I’ll take my whiskey neat,” he sang, or more accurately, shouted. “My coffee black and my bed at three. You’re too sweet for me!”

When the song ended, he finally let himself sit down. He picked up his drink and had another sip, and you then took it from him.

“Hey!” He pouted. “I’m drinkin’ that. You can drink your own drink, don’t drink my drink.” 

How many times could he say ‘drink’ in a sentence?

“What?” You laughed.

“I mean-” hiccup. “I mean don't drink my drink, it’s mine.”

“I’m not drinking it, Nash. I promise,” you said, talking slowly the same way you would to a little kid. “You’ve just had too much. And we took your car, I don’t want to have to drive it for you…”

But it was a little too late for that, wasn’t it?

You took the free water bottle that’d come with the room off the side table and handed it to him instead. “There, drink that.”

Nash took the water and without hesitation opened it and chugged it, successfully spilling water all over himself. You didn’t even bother to clean it up, because he didn’t even bother to care that he was now soaked. 

“Okay,” you said, more to yourself than him. “We should probably get going.”

“One more song?” Nash asked, failing to balance his hat on his head and deciding to throw it across the room when it didn’t stay on.

“Fine. One more song.” 

Imagine your reaction when you recognized the intro to Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy.

~~

“I’m not five.”

“You sure are acting like it,” you told him. “Sit still and buckle yourself up or I’ll do it for you.”

Nash muttered something under his breath about you not being the boss of him, but he eventually buckled himself up in the passenger seat of his own car, and you got in the front. Nash wasn’t quite completely drunk, but obviously enough to not be himself, because now he was acting like a pouty little kid. 

Yeah, it would probably be best if you drove.

As you pulled out of the parking lot, Nash began typing away on his phone. You didn’t know what he was doing until you heard music begin; he’d bluetooth connected his phone to the car speakers, and was now blasting Take Me to Church. 

He sang along, a sound you assumed usually sounded angelic, but now his voice cracked at pretty much every single note. Things only got better worse when he rolled down the window and sang into the dark of the night. 

You reached over and dialed the volume down, just a bit. When the song ended, you finally took your chance to speak.

“You really like his music, don’t you?”

Nash nodded. “Mhm. He sounds like me.”

You chuckled and let the car fall to silence as you drove him home. 

“I missed you,” Nash suddenly blurted. 

“I missed you too,” you admitted honestly. “You’re a good singer.”

“You’re a good driver.”

“I’m only driving because you got drunk off your ass,” you reminded him, keeping your eyes on the road.

“Thank you for not crashing the car,” he said genuinely, like it was the most serious thank he could give you. “And driving me home.”

You sighed. “You’re welcome, Nash. Try to get some rest when you get home, okay? I’m sure you’ll feel shitty in the morning.”

“I’m gonna start now,” he said, earning another laugh from you. Nash slumped in his seat, and brought his hat down to cover his eyes. “Goodnight, darlin’. Don’t let the… Hozier bite.”

That last statement was so absurd that you couldn’t tell if you were laughing, coughing, or dying in response. 

You caught your breath, though still laughing quietly to yourself at what he’d said. 

“Goodnight Nash.”

You thought back to the times when you were younger, and the two of you would stay up late past when you were supposed to be asleep. Most of the time, the lack of sleep got to you and you’d both say the stupidest things. 

Maybe he wasn’t so different all these years later after all.

On top of that, he likes when you check him. You have a slick mouth and a sharp tongue, all of which Nash is fond of. He loves when you speak your mind, and each time you put him in his place, he finds himself staring at you with a dopey grin. 

“What are you doing?”  You ask Nash once you realize he’s not paying attention, to which he cornily responds with “falling in love all over again”.

You immediately roll your eyes and mush him away with your hand.

Loves your makeup and how bold it can be. Actually, your style was what pulled him in the first place. He did a double-take the minute you walked past him and he quickly ran after you to ask for your number.

You rejected him with a smile, of course. Which left Nash shocked, but also deepened his attraction to you even more. He was whipped from that second on— you just got it like that.

Also, your confidence is sexy as hell. The way you can easily make head turns with your demeanor alone is powerful. People literally break their necks to look at you, Nash being one of them.

You’re the pretty NBA wife type. Always sitting courtside with your shades on, the hottest outfit, and hands clapping as Nash makes a shot. The paparazzi love you, to put it simply. 

Nash pays for all your hair appointments, nail appointments, and many shopping endeavors. You didn’t get with Nash because he had money, though that did play a significant role in whether or not you were going to give him your attention, but the fact he could provide for you with no questions asked makes you smirk in triumph. You’re truly spoiled with Nash snugly wrapped around your finger.

Though you can thrive without them, you tend to always be surrounded by friends or people in general. Your extroverted nature makes Nash very happy to have you alongside him, and you both quickly become the life of the party when you go out together.

You and Nash will be the couple that can’t get enough of each other. Pda and your intimacy are off the charts. The downside is that both of you tend to get jealous a lot of each other and can become petty really quickly.

Believe it or not, you can open up to Nash. He becomes very understanding about your feelings and will stop you dead in your tracks if he senses something made you upset.

“What’s wrong with you?” Nijimura says instead, eyes then boring into Nash, who’s glaring at him.

“Why are we taking a fucking train? We’d be faster with a cab.”

“Says who?” he snorts. “In Japan, you can travel faster by train. It ain’t my fault, LA lacks that.” he rolls with eyes, gaze soon falling back on you, the moment you glance his way. He sees the way your eyes widen before you turn back in front, cheeks heating up. You try to move away only for the man to lean down, whispering something in your ear.

“On a second thought,” Nijimura seems to change his mind, focusing back on Nash. “There are some things you can’t exactly do on a train in the US.”

Nash raises an eyebrow. “Oh?” He seems intrigued. “And what’s that?”

Looking behind Nash, he smirks. “Hold on,” he says and walks towards the two. He places a hand on the man’s shoulder, smiling ever so sweetly, not missing the way you try to hide. “I’m sorry, but I think you’re making the miss quite uncomfortable.'' He speaks in Japanese.

The man begins sputtering nonsense, trying to come up with an excuse until he spots Nash approaching. He tsk-s, turns and walks away, murmuring under his breath. No one pays much attention to what just happened, aside from a few glares that are sent their way due to the loudness of their voices.

“What was that?” Nash asks once he stands beside Nijimura.

The latter doesn’t move his eyes from you as you continue to stare out the doors and into the night. “It was nothing.” He says and turns around.

“T-thank you…” Your voice is nothing but a whisper, but it stops Nijimura on tracks. Turning back your way, he takes in your appearance. You’re not from Japan, he notices before his eyes fall on your choice of clothes. A skirt—which was obviously a bad idea—and a top with a cardigan. You refuse to meet with his gaze and only then it dawns on him.

Narrowing his eyebrows, Nijimura takes a step closer to you, his chest against your back. Leaning down, his lips brush against your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. “You liked that.”

Your eyes widen, but you don’t move. You refuse to move.

“Hm…” he hums, glancing at Nash, who looks at you both in confusion. You bite on your lower lip when you feel his hands on your waist. “You dressed like this for a reason, didn’t you?” he asks in a slightly louder voice for Nash to hear. His hands sneak towards your ass, squeezing it in the process. He groans, pushing himself closer to you. You can feel something poking at you from behind. “What a bad girl…”

Your voice gets caught in your throat and you gulp when you hear those two words. You bite on your lower lip as you look at Nijimura from beneath your bangs, your eyes just a bit wider in a doe-like look.

Nijimura groans, gripping your waist tighter when he sees your look. He can feel Nash move to stand beside him and no sooner does the latter’s face appear closer to you. His eyes watch you like a hunter waiting to pounce on his prey and it’s quite obvious whose role is whose.

“What’s this?” Nash hums and glances at Nijimura.

Your chest is heaving, knowing too well who they are. Only a fool wouldn’t know the most notorious members of Jabberwock are Nash Gold Jr. and Nijimura Shuzo. Only a fool wouldn’t know that just because Nijimura can keep Nash in check, when they’re completely alone, they’re the worst you can get.

“This,” Nijimura begins, not moving your eyes away from you; “is why Japan just might be better than America.”

Before Nash could oppose his words, you part your lips the moment Nijimura’s hand slips beneath your skirt. Nash narrows his eyebrows, eyes trailing down only to see your skirt raised a bit and Nijimura’s hand moving.

“Fuck, she’s wet.” Nijimura groans. “If I put my cock inside right now, I bet it’d swallow me right in.”

You feel your cheeks burn at his words, eyes looking around, hoping no one can hear you. Like luck is on your side, everyone pays attention to their own devices, no one even bothering to look your way.

Nijimura pushes your panties to the side, lubing his forefinger with your wetness. “Will you be a good girl and keep quiet for us?” he asks quietly, watching you as you turn to look at him.

Gulping you reach over to hold his hand. Nijimura raises an eyebrow, but he lets you pull away and release it before you turn to face them both. Your top is more of a lower-cut, which makes it perfect for them to see the top of your breasts and the colour of your bra.

Nash lickes his upper lip, a grin forming on his lips while Nijimura lets his hand be led beneath your skirt once again. Neither of them says a word, but Nijimura continues where he left off, only to slip a finger inside of your heat. You part your lips, a silent gasp leaving your lips when you look at Nash—moreover at his lips.

And he can’t deny you what you want, even if you don’t say a word. He leans down and presses his lips against yours. You immediately part them to let him in, which Nash doesn’t hesitate. Nijimura starts to pump his finger, occasionally rubbing only before he adds another.

“Oh shit…” you gasp when Nash pulls away, the heat going to every corner of your body.

“Would you look at that?” Nash muses, his hand slipping beneath your top, brushing against your body as it begins to trail upper, closer to your bra. “Our baby girl has a bad choice of words. We should punish her, hm?”

“We should.” Nijimura agrees.

“Mm,” you shake with your head.

“No?” Nijimura repeats, eyes focusing on you as well as Nash’s. “Why not? You have such a foul mouth for such a pretty mouth of yours.”

You shake your head once again. “I-I’ll be good.” You stutter and look at Nash. “P-please …” you whisper.

“Please what?” Nash raises an eyebrow, standing so close it’s almost suffocating. Their scents are suffocating, yet you still want more of them.

“Touch me…” Your whole body feels hot like in the middle of summer.

“Where?” he leans down, inhaling your scent that reminds him of lavender and lily flowers. “Are you not satisfied with Shuzo alone? You need another hand to give you aid?”

“Why don’t you lead him like you led me, huh?” Nijimura says as he thrusts his fingers in and out, building you up to orgasm. “You’re dripping so much. I can tell you want more, so why don’t you be our good girl for today?”

Your eyes are focusing on Nijimura before you turn to Nash, feeling like you’re the only ones on the train. A part of you feels glad it’s already so late, so there aren’t too many people around, yet the other part only feels much more excited with the knowledge that you might be caught.

Feeling a little bolder, you reach for Nash’s hand. He raises an eyebrow, feeling your shakiness all while your eyes show nothing but lust and need for more. He watches you lead his hand towards your breasts. A groan escapes him and Nijimura chuckles beside him as he squeezes, a moan leaving your lips.

“What do you think?” Nijimura looks at Nash as he slows his movement. “Don’t you think Japan might be better?”

“As much as I hate to admit it, it just might be.” Nash groans before he leans down and presses his lips against yours once again.

You unconsciously move your hips to tell Nijimura to fasten up, but the only response you receive is a chuckle. You’re ready to ask him, beg him instead, but Nash has no intention of letting you off so soon. Instead of pulling away, he deepens the kiss as his hand pulls down the top, showing your bra for anyone to see if it weren’t for their heights that completely hide you from the curious gazes.

“Keep doing that.” Nijimura says as he slowly begins to fasten his pace. “She’s squeezing my fingers in like it’s the last thing in the world she’ll get.”

You’re panting into the kiss, moving your hips to Nijimura’s thrusts before you feel his lips on your collarbone. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel warm breath over your nipple while Nash is focusing on your other side. You hold onto their arms for support, feeling your knees slowly turning weak.

“Are you close?” Nijimura asks and you nod.

“C-close…” you whisper as you pull away from the kiss. “So-so close. P-please, I-I wanna cum…” you stutter, looking at him.

“Since you’re asking so nicely, we can make your wish come true, right?” Nijimura glances at Nash, but not before he raises one of your legs, which only makes his fingers go deeper inside.

Instead of saying anything, the only thing Nash does is pinch your nipple between his fingers, which makes you come undone. Nijimura continues his ministrations, like nothing is going on, but both of their focus is on you as you bite on your lip hard to prevent yourself from being too loud. You shudder as you feel the wetness between your thighs that Nijimura tries to wipe it with his hand so it doesn’t pool at your feet.

“Fuck,” Nash curses as he leans in to kiss your moans away that manage to slip through your lips. “That was hot.” He says against your mouth.

Your eyes are half open, a love-struck and distant gaze in your eyes that makes Nash groan.

Nijimura pulls his fingers out of your heat, licking them clean without moving his eyes from you when you look at him. Your chest is heaving as you’re slowly coming down from your high, which brings along the realisation of what just happened.

Your eyes widen and expression turns horrified when you look from one to another while trying to cover yourself with the cardigan. Nash is smirking down at you with Nijimura looking like he didn’t just fuck you on his fingers alone.

“I-I—” you stutter, but have no idea what to say.

“I love it when they go shy.” Nash comments and holds for the front of his jeans. “Always makes me go even harder.”

Your eyes unconsciously follow his movement before your mouth opens at the obvious tent in his pants. You’ve only ever heard of rumours, but having Nash right in front of you, those rumours just might be true. You lick your upper lip, which doesn’t go unnoticed by either.

“We should bring this one with us.”

Your head snaps to Nijimura, whose eyes are boring into you, like he could see into your soul. Despite feeling terrified, you also feel excitement rushing through your veins as another wave of arousal begins to build in the pit of your stomach.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Nash asks, brushing his finger down your cheek before he holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forces you to look at him. “You’re gonna be our good girl and let us take you home, won’t you?”

Mesmerised by his eyes that are filled with nothing but lust and need, you nod your head.

The corners of Nash’s lips turn up in a smirk, glancing at Nijimura. “If she’ll do her job well, we just might keep her to ourselves.”