your middle finger sliding down to circle your entrance, then back up to your clit. "mmnh..." your hips buck against your own hand. "faster, baby."

you speed up. the wet sounds fill the room, your head falls back against his shoulder, and you feel his breath against your ear. "now two fingers inside, good girl. fill that pretty pussy for me." you slide them in, and the stretch makes you gasp. your walls clench around your own fingers, but it's not enough. it's never enough. you can feel how tight you are, how desperate. "that's it. fuck yourself on your fingers. imagine it's my cock, baby. imagine it's me splitting you open." "ah— ah— hnnggh! professor—" "look at you," he murmurs. "so desperate. such a good student, fucking herself on her own fingers. you'd take my cock just like that, wouldn't you? all desperate and whimpering." "yes! yes!" you're fucking yourself faster now, your hips lifting to meet your own hand. "that's my good girl, play with your clit now. use your thumb. circle it." your thumb finds your clit, and the it makes you cry out. you're so sensitive, so swollen, every touch sending sparks through your body.

"ah—hah! professor! i'm— i'm close—" "good. cum for me, baby. cum on your fingers like the good pretty girl you are." but something stops you, you're right there, teetering on the edge. your fingers pump desperately, your thumb rubs frantically, but you just can't. "i— i can't— nnghhh! " your voice breaks. "i can't without you, professor. please. please, i need your fingers. i need you."

his grip on your legs tightens so hard it might bruise. you can feel how hard he is against your lower back, his cock pressing into your spine. "if i touch you, baby, it's no longer for education. do you understand that? if i put my fingers inside this tight little pussy, it's because i want to. not because i'm teaching you. do you really want that?" "yes," you sob. "yes, i want that. i don't care. please! i don't care about the lesson... hah! i just want you—"

"say it again." "i want you to touch me. i want your fingers inside me. please, professor, please— i need you—" "that's all i needed to hear, babygirl." his fingers slide into you over yours. two of them — thick, massive. he pushes past your fingers, deeper, and the stretch is blinding. you scream, but his other hand clamps over your mouth, muffling it.

"shh, shh," he breathes in your ear, but he doesn't stop. his fingers move inside you with yours, fucking you open. "take it. take it all, baby." "mmmnnnghh! hir— nnnghh!" "that's it. feel how thick i am? feel how your pussy stretches around me? this is what you've been begging for, good girl." his fingers are so much bigger than yours. they fill you completely, pressing against your walls, curling exactly where you need them. and then his thumb finds your clit, presses down, circles. "fuck— ah!.. haaah— professor!"

your legs kick, but he holds them wide, keeps you open, keeps you taking it. you're sobbing against his hand, drool running down your chin, completely destroyed. "that's it. that's my good girl. you're going to cum on my fingers now. you're going to soak my hand, baby. say thank you." "th— thank you—" "louder." "thank you, sir!—"

your orgasm rips through you, your back arches, your head falls back against his shoulder, and you cum hard, your walls clenching around his fingers, your own fingers, everything. your vision whites out. a long, guttural moan tears from your throat as he works you through it, his thumb still circling your clit, his fingers still pumping, never stopping.

"fuck," he mutters, watching you fall apart. "that's it. that's it. good fucking girl. look at you cumming all over my hand. such a pretty sight." when you finally come down, you're shaking. your hand falls away, when he slowly withdraws his fingers, shiny with your cum, and brings them to his mouth. he sucks them clean, one by one, eyes never leaving yours. the sight makes your pussy clench again. "you're a fast learner, babygirl."

⋆ LESSON 2: LET HIM DROWN IN YOU!

his desk is cold against your bare ass. he's cleared it — pushed aside stacks of papers, a laptop, a mug of pens, some students' project folders — and lifted you onto it like you weigh nothing. your legs are spread wide, your heels resting on the edge, your pussy fully exposed and dripping, the papers beneath you are getting wet, but neither of you gives a single fuck.

"you asked me how this would help you learn," he says, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading you even wider. "the truth is, baby, it doesn't." you blink. "what?" "i just want to eat this pretty pussy. i've been thinking about it since the first time you sat on my lap. that sweet little cunt grinding on my thigh. i need to taste it."

"then—" "you need to know what a good eating out feels like. so you know what to expect." he grins against your inner thigh. "but mostly because i can't stop thinking about your taste." and then his mouth is on you. he doesn't start slow. he dives in, tongue flat against your entire pussy, licking from your entrance to your clit in one long, wet stroke. you cry out, your hands flying to his hair. "ah! fuckfuckk! professor!"

"mmmnh— fuck—" he hums against you, and the vibration makes your hips buck. his tongue circles your clit, flicks it, sucks it into his mouth. he pulls back just enough to spit on your pussy — a wet, obscene glob that slides down your folds — and then he's back, spreading it with his tongue, mixing his spit with your wetness.

"that's it. taste so fucking good, baby. sweet, wet and perfect. this is what a good pussy tastes like. remember that." "nnngh!— ah— hnnggh—hiro—" his fingers spread your folds open, and he dives deeper, his tongue pushing inside you. you feel it fucking you, curling, tasting your walls, and you're already so close, your thighs trembling around his head. "cum for me, baby," he says against your clit. "first one. give it to me." "i— i—" "cum. now."

his tongue flicks your clit fast, hard, and you cum with a scream, your back arching off the desk. he doesn't stop. he licks through it, groaning against your sensitive pussy drinking everything you give him. "mmmngh— yes. there we go, good girl. that's one."

your legs are shaking, you think it's over. well, it's not. he goes back in, sucking your clit between his lips, rubbing it with the flat of his tongue. his fingers slide inside you, curling, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. "i can't! — another one— it's too haah! much—" "you can, pretty girl and you will. look at this pussy. she's not done yet."

his mouth descends again, and this time he's rougher. he presses his face hard into your pussy, his nose grinding against your clit, his tongue fucking you deep. he talks to it, low and breathless, his lips brushing against your folds. "such a pretty pussy. so wet for me, baby. you love this, don't you? having your professor on his knees eating you out in his office while others' works get ruined under your wet ass. you love it."

"yes! i love it! oh my go—i love it! professor—" "tell my pussy you love it." "i love it! i love my pussy— i love your mouth on it—" "then cum again, good girl." he pinches your clit between his teeth — just enough pressure, and the second orgasm rips through you. your legs clamp around his head, but he doesn't move. he stays buried in your cunt, lapping at you, groaning against you. "mmmngh. mmnh—" until you're twitching and oversensitive, sobbing from the intensity.

when you finally go limp, he looks up at you. his face is destroyed — wet, shiny, your cum dripping from his chin, his lips, his nose, his eyebrows. he doesn't wipe it off. "one more, baby."

⋆ LESSON 3: GET ABSOLUTELY POUNDED BY HIS BIG COCK

he points to his desk — the lower one, where his teaching assistant usually sits, covered in student papers. "on all fours." you don't hesitate. your palms hit the wood, your spine arches, your ass pushes back toward him, grinding in the air. you're wearing a dress tonight — short, thin, no panties, and you know he can see everything. your pussy is already dripping, your arousal slicking your thighs.

"look at you," he breathes. "soaking wet and i haven't even touched you yet." "please," you whimper. "please, professor, i can't wait anymore! i need you—" "you'll wait until i say you're ready, good girl." he drops to his knees behind you. his hands spread your cheeks apart, and you feel his breath on your cunt, hot and damp. "i've already made you cum twice tonight, remember? on my tongue, on my fingers. so this won't hurt, baby. i made sure you're ready."

"yes— yes—" but his mouth isn't finished. he leans in, licks a long stripe up your slit, and you moan, your arms nearly buckling. "for luck." "professor— i can't! mmnh! i've already—" "shut up and take it." his tongue slides inside you just to try it again. "good girl," he says, standing up. "now you're ready."

he unbuckles his belt, the sound of the metal jingling makes your pussy clench. his trousers drop just enough to free his cock — thick, hard, leaking, the head glistening with pre-cum. he strokes himself, and you watch him over your shoulder, drooling, your mouth open.

"tell me what you want, baby." "i want your cock, professor. please. inside me." "how badly, pretty girl?" "so badly i can't think. i can't breathe. please— i've been so good— i've learned everything— please just fuck me—" he steps forward. the head of his cock presses against your entrance, and you push back, trying to take him, but he holds your hips still.

"slow, baby or it'll hurt. i'm big and you're tight. breathe." "nnnngh... please—" he pushes in, just the head. you scream, but it's late, the building is empty, no one can hear you. he's so big — bigger than you imagined, bigger than his fingers, and the stretch is blinding, burning, perfect.

"breathe, baby. breathe for me." you gasp and he pushes deeper. "ah! mmnghh!!— fuck! professor!" "that's it. taking it. taking all of this cock. such a good fucking girl." he slides in to the hilt, and you feel like you're being ripped apart. his balls press against your clit, and he's so deep inside you that your walls clench around him, trying to adjust to his size.

"look at you," he groans. "taking my whole cock. this tight little pussy was made for me, babygirl." "move— please— move—" and he does. at first he's gentle — slow, deep thrusts that let you feel every inch. his hands grip your hips, guiding you, teaching you. you can feel every ridge of his cock, every vein.

"rock back into me, baby. meet my thrusts. that's it. feel how good it is when you move together." "harder, please! haah! harder!" "yeah? you want me to fuck this sweet pussy proper?" "yes, please!" he slams into you. hard. the desk screeches against the floor. papers scatter. a lamp wobbles and falls. "fuckkkfuck! hiromi!" "that's it— that's my good little slut— take this cock."

his hips pound into you, his balls slapping against your clit. he reaches around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles. your legs give out, but he holds you up, one arm around your waist, still fucking you, never stopping. "i'm gonna! gonna cum nngh! wanna—" "not yet."

he pulls you up against his chest. his cock stays buried in you, and now he's fucking you from behind, upright, one hand on your hip, one hand on your throat, squeezing just slightly. "you feel that? that's what a real cock feels like, baby. that's what you've been begging for all these weeks." "yes yes! mmmhnah! thank you, thank you professor!" "thank me by cumming. cum on my cock. soak it."

he slams into you, and his fingers work your clit, your head falls back against his shoulder, making you cum with a scream that echoes through the empty building — "ahhh— fuckkk, yesyes, so good! "fuccck, yes— cum for me— cum on my cock." your walls clench around him, and he groans. "nnnnggh— fuckkk— baby mmmnhh— gonna cum, where do you want it?"

"i'm on the pill," you gasp. "cum inside me, professor. please. please, i want to feel it." "yeah? you want me to fill this tight little pussy? you want to walk around campus tomorrow feeling my cum dripping out of you, baby?" "yes! haahhh! pleasepleaseplease!" "gonna! i'm gonna— fuck—"

he slams into you one last time. his cock pulses, and you feel it — hot, thick, flooding you. he groans your name and you feel him twitch inside you as he fills you, his cum spilling deep into your cunt. "fucckkk that's my baby, mmhnh... sweetest pussy, all mine." when he's done, he doesn't pull out. he stays inside you, his forehead resting on your shoulder, both of you breathing hard, sweat-slicked and shaking. lessons completed.

especially today- you had wore the prettiest noir dress that just flawlessly showed your geometry. your plump lips slick with gloss, heels modest but flattering to the shape of you. you had batted your eyelashes at him when you gave him his morning cup of joe. a soft, delicate “good morning higuruma.” leaving those kissable lips. he muttered a hasty “morning…” and retreated to his office, an embarrassing hard on sporting through his black slacks. 

he despised this.

having you within reach but not wanting to break formalities, make you uncomfortable with his incessant yearning. 

higuruma swore some of this was intentional. how you’d lick your lips in thought when he asked something of you, a cheeky, almost flirtatious smile when he stutters over his words (which he blames you for, he’s usually so articulate but you make his train of thought go poof). or bending over in front of him when you happened to drop documents to file for him, puckering  your bottom out and leaving his cheeks hot, hands sweaty, and mouth way too dry.

‘calm down…calm down…she’s just an assistant nothing more, she wouldn’t even dream of being with a man a ways older…’ he’d repeat as a mantra, trying to convince himself he’s undesirable to someone as heavenly as you. but the thoughts even infect his dreams. he wakes up thinking about you. he has dreams of taking you to bed, worshipping you. 

he’s screwed up. higuruma knows that a man of his profession and caliber shouldn’t dream about the dainty little doll that is out of his reach yet it’s that scandalous factor that leaves him wanting. 

he’s given up a lot to be at the top. love wasn’t in his cards- or so he thought.

-

a knock at his thick mahogany door brings him from his concentration on the case documents in front of him. it was a Friday and he was hoping he could have at least Saturday to himself. maybe go to the sauna and sweat out this debacle that he has found himself in. with distractions, he might be hopelessly working.

“come in.” he says sternly, putting his pen down and glancing up at the door. 

“sorry to bother you sir, this matter isn’t very important…” you waltz in, body gently swaying with your movements, hair bouncing, eyes laced with a hidden mirth. 

he waves his hand in dismissal, “it’s not a problem, please go ahead.” he averts his eyes from the curve of your chest, noticing a beauty mark on the subtle curve of your upper breast as you bend to drop a flyer on his desk. 

“well~ the office is going out for drinks tonight and no one- besides me- had the guts to ask you if you wanted to join. even though you don’t usually participate with us, i still wanted to extend the offer.” you whisper the last part, seemingly losing confidence in asking your boss of something rather juvenile. 

his heart beats faster for a moment- you, thinking of him? interesting…

“you’re right I usually don’t…perhaps if i get all this,” he motions at his cluttered desk, “done, i wouldn’t mind partaking.” 

higuruma sees your eyes brighten, apparently you weren’t expecting his answer.

“r-really? i’ll save you a seat then. it’s the bar on 5th ave, the address is on the paper.”

he nods and there’s a beat of silence between you both, he’s come to notice that when you’re thinking you twirl a strand of hair on your finger like now. 

“…something else on your mind miss?”

“mhm, nothing, i just noticed you got a new tie, it looks very handsome on you. sorry, that’s probably weird. i’ll leave you be-“ you shake your head in embarrassment and began to turn away. 

higuruma’s flushed, perplexed at the sudden compliment and against his better judgement he says wait. clearing his throat he collects himself, “ahem, it’s quite alright. thank you. nice to see someone’s noticed.” 

you tilted your head, outside of normal workplace talk he never seemed so approachable as he does now. maybe that why your tongue was loose. among other things…

you flash a sweet smile, “of course sir. i hope to see you later then.”

he nods and looks down back at his work, covering his pink cheeks with his hand. and with that, you exit and his eyes drift back to the door. large hands rub down his face. 

he cannot say no to you. he hates most of the department, he finds them mindless and rather annoying but it’s a chance to maybe, just maybe, get closer to you…

oh god what has he gotten himself into?

-

you twiddle your fingers as you wait in the booth of the bar, listening to an already half drunk mishima complain about work and her boy toy. 

“uh huh…” your eyes drift towards the glass bar door  as mishima droned on. it’s been about two hours since the little get together started and you’re starting to lose hope that mr. higuruma was going to come.

plainly stated, he was the bane of your existence.

he’s so stoic, professional, and a little cocky when it comes to his work and not only did you admire that, it had you biting your lip at how much you really liked the man. sure he was older, out of your league but you were hoping to at least get to know him outside of work. 

his raven black hair, crisp suits, deep timbre left you imagining a plethora of ungodly things that an assistant shouldn’t even be thinking about. 

“im leaving, you’re not even listeninggg.” mishima slurs and goes to the other booth with the rest of the team, leaving you alone in the booth.

you wave her off, deciding to open your phone and probably walk home. you hadn’t even had a drink yet, hoping  your boss would be sharing one with you. but alas, he wasn’t here.

you opened up instagram, scrolling through your long distance best friend’s page and seeing her cute corgi post up in a selfie with her.

“that’s a, uh, nice dog.”

you look up and see higuruma, his bored eyes flicking between your screen and your face.

“you made it! i mean- yeah it’s my friends dog, nemi.” you beamed a smile and calmed your racing heart. his stature was so intimidating, at least 6’3, muscular and with a stare even Aphrodite would swoon over.

he chuckles softly, “i almost went home, didn’t think you all would still be here.”

“well, im glad you came anyway. todori and fushiki are over by the bar if you want to join them.” you motioned your head and put your phone back into your clutch.

shaking his head, the man slides into the booth right across from you. “im right where i want to be. besides, you’re the one who had ‘the guts’ to invite me .” 

you hum and your mind races as higuruma takes the little table tablet and starts to put in his drink order. his hand is much larger than yours, adorned with veins but no ring- you notice as he slides the tablet over to you.

inputting your sweet cocktail you press order and wait.

“mr. higuruma-“

“we’re not at work, call me hiromi.” he chuckled as your eyes widen and at your formality.

“hiromi, then. do you have any plans for the weekend?” you start off bland, wanting to test his waters. 

he shrugs and takes off his blazer- god the way his button down stretches and shows off his physique is mouthwatering.

“nothing in particular. how about yourself?” he sighs and leans into the table to hear you better, the busy bar is buzzing with people.

the distance has you clenching your legs, ‘snap out of it!’ you think.

“mhm nothing either, i might go to the spa uptown but i don’t want to bore you with the details.” you laugh softly, hardly believing that this man was taking his time talking with you.

“i like details, humor me.” he eyes you with something you couldn’t quite decipher.

and so you do. telling him all your favorite shops you go to when you go on your monthly spa trip. how you take photos of nature on the train ride there, and sketch the beauty of the natural earth.

soon, your drinks come and he’s intently listening to you. 

hiromi swirls the glass of whiskey as he hums, “you’d have to show me your art someday. i didn’t take you as an artist.” 

“sure!” you pull out your phone and show him pictures of some of your work. “i went to school for it, but it doesn’t pay the bill,  hence why i work at the law firm.” he cocks his head at your response.

“wow you’re so…magnificent. how come you didn’t pursue it further?” his eyes widen at your technique. ranging from goofy cartoons to finer, charcoal figure drawings.

“ah, thank you…i do freelance on the side but it’s a lot of competition and a bit complicated.” you sheepishly say and sip on your cocktail.

he nods and says, “i would invest in you, honestly.” 

“oh you’re too kind mr. higu- hiromi.” you blush and laugh like an angel.

“oh no im serious. completely. just say the word.” he leans and loosens his tie.

the next 20 minutes are filled with conversation about his recent case, his win and the history along with that. you can tell he’s really proud of his work. maybe it’s the drinking blush across his cheeks that loosens him up. his cockiness and care  is showing and you find that immensely endearing. the team yells at you two about their departure and leaves the bar in boisterous conversation.

and then there was just the both of you.

“you know, i really admire your work hiromi. it’s incredible.” you mention and lean your head on the inside of your hand. 

“nonsense. it’s what i have to do.” he says definitively, but it’s the way your eyes meet that has you both feeling tension. a boiling type. heated and longing.

“still, it’s not everyday men are as diligent and dedicated as you.” you sigh and he licks his lips at the thought that you think about him in this way.

“what men have you been talking to? im sure there’s a few out there.” he dismisses his own thoughts but it’s your response that leaves him speechless.

“none like you.” it was against your better judgment. you know. but it’s your 3rd cocktail and he just looks remarkably handsome in this dim bar lighting, his words leak intelligence, charisma, and interest. though maybe you're misreading it. perhaps he’s just being kind. this causes you to panic and fumble over your words.

“im sorry. im being too much. maybe i should just call it a night.”

he freezes, ‘oh…is this…?’

hiromi collects himself and sternly says, “no. no, you’re not to much darling. it’s alright you were just…” he loses his train of thought as he sees you biting your lip in nervousness. the plump skin dragging between your teeth has his already confused mind even more frenzied. “being nice. but i am your superior. there’s a line.”

you tilt your head, you can see a hint of want in his eyes. it’s well, well hidden but if there was any time to say something it would be now so you can blame it on you being ‘drunk.’

“what if…what if i wanted to cross that line hiromi?” you whisper and tap your heeled foot against his dress shoe. 

“oh, this is a dangerous game we’re playing.” he eyes you, looking for any sign of regret, of disgust. 

“im not breaking the law hiromi.” you smile cheekily. 

“it feels like it.” he feels his chest tightening in anticipation, with need. was this really happening?

“arrest me then. as long as you defend me too.” you bat your lashes and use the quake in your heart as an opportunity to brush your hand against his. 

his mouth goes dry. 

“you little minx- i,” he thinks about his next words. and maybe it’s the buzz in his veins or the fact that he has been waiting for some sort of sign,‘fuck it.’ he grabs your hand and rubs his thumb over your knuckles.

“i think you’d rather be punished. a woman like yourself needs to be dealt with.” he chuckles lowly, “or do you prefer to be bailed out? absolved of your crime?”

“i…” you squeeze your things and avert your eyes from hiromi’s intense gaze. “would you protect me?” 

“you don’t even have to ask. i would do anything for you.” he murmurs softly.

“then i plead guilty. do what you will hiromi, make me take responsibility.” you brush your foot along his calf, “i can do the time.”

his eyes darken, “get up. i know a place where you can serve.”

-

he drove you to his place in his bmw, his hand never leaving your thigh except to shift the gear into park. 

you follow him inside the most luxurious apartment building. the corridor empty as you both trek to the elevator. 

you can feel yourself dripping with anticipation as he steps to the side to let you into the gold elevator first. he presses the button to the top floor and gazes down at you, but you’re already eyeing him with undesirable want. 

you reach up to tug on his tie, bringing him closer to you. your back is against the wall and he towers over you, coming to place a hand on your hip, the other beside your head.

“you can still be escape- runaway, and never look back.” he whispers and leans in so close, your lips brush.

“i want to follow the law. show me what justice is like.” you breathe one last time before  he connects his lips with yours.

he’s neither gentle or rushed. it’s passionate, filled with yearning and dominance.

you gasp into the kiss and his grip on your  hip tightens. parting your lips you allow him to reach into your mouth. tasting the whiskey on his tongue and brushing your tongue along his. applying more pressure, he deepens the kiss. not giving you a moment to breathe. the lack of air and the spin of adrenaline has your legs trembling but he’s got you.

he comes to grip your ass through the expensive dress, feeling you moan against him. painfully hard he presses himself into you. tilting your head you give him more access, your hands crinkling his perfect dress shirt, the other in his hair. 

with a final smooch, hiromi groans as you nibble on his bottom lip as he parts from you and has him smirking softly. 

the bell dings, announcing your arrival to his floor.

grabbing your hand he leads you to his place.

in a swift motion he unlocks, locks and presses you against the wall by the front door. he stares a final time before dropping to his knees, hands coming to take off your heels gently. 

looking down at him, the eye contact has you melting. you can see the shine on his lips from your gloss, the flush in his cheeks, and the almost feral look in his eyes.

large hands come to push aside your dress and he kisses the skin of your lower thighs. soft lips brushing and nipping at the supple skin.

“hiromi…” you moan breathlessly as he slides himself back up your body, pressing his weight into you so you can feel him.

“im right here.” he says almost as breathlessly as you. “can i take you?”

“sentence me.” you say, and he hoists you into his arms. you feel him shift to kick own his own shoes and before you can realize, moving though his modernly decorated condo, you lie atop a soft black duvet, your hair fanning in a halo as he lies you top the softest pillow. 

hiromi leans back to toss aside his tie and blazer, and cages you in for another kiss.

he takes his time. reverently savoring the taste of you, the feeling of you beneath him, lying pliant to his each and every whim. 

a wonton touch caresses the soft skin of your thighs, parting them so that he may slot himself inside. 

his hand reaches behind you to latch onto the zipper of your dress, slowly unzipping it whilst conquering your mouth. it’s hot, moist, and delectable. 

“lift,” he commands and you shift to help him slide off your dress and its long gone by the time he comes to pepper kisses down the column of your neck, driving soft mewls from your lips at the contact.

he takes a deep breath, inhaling the soft perfume that dusts your skin. and peels off the adorable lacy bra that encases the breast he’s only dreamt about.

pulling back, his piercing eyes admire your body, hands applying pressure to your sides, sliding up to cup your breasts. back arching, you lean into his touch with a broken moan, eyebrows furrowed with a sharp pleasure that’s engulfing you.

“absolutely gorgeous.” he whispers and dives his head to suckle onto the side of your right breast, groaning into the skin as he licks towards your nipple, circling his tongue. he tugs at the other, his large hand engulfing the mound, delicately squeezing and twisting just right. once’s he’s satisfied with the abuse he’s placed, he moves to the other. it has you gasping and leaking through your panties. 

hiromi kisses down your sternum, down the concave valley of your breasts, down the plush of your tummy, till he’s faced with the lily between your legs.

“y-you don’t have to…” you mutter, face hot with embarrassment of the fact he can see just how wet you are. 

a confused look crosses his face, “you deserve a full sentencing no? besides, i must indulge.” a look of cockiness flashes, “it’s what a diligent man does for his woman.” 

hooking his fingers, he lowers your panties. a string of arousal clinging to the fabric. groaning, he brings the cloth to his nose, a deep breath coming from him, and he licks the gusset of your garments. 

he feels your thighs threaten to close around him, a reflex of the want you’re feeling from the sight. he then stuffs it into the pocket of his slacks, “you no longer need these.”

you brace yourself on your forearms and watch as he smooches his way to your honey, and takes a deep lick from the bottom to the top of your quivering pussy. he feels your heartbeat through the gentle throb of your clit. and he is infatuated with the scent and taste that is uniquely you.

crying out, you fall from your forearms, your breath stolen and butterflies swarming inside further devoid you of air. 

your thighs slacken and he takes the opportunity to pin you down, the curve of his nose dragging and bumping your nub with each pass, your essence dripping everywhere. 

 he parts, “that’s it, relax for me.” and returns to suck and slather his mouth all over the gift he’s been presented.

“o-oh hiro- hiromi right there…” you whine as he takes his sweet time gliding his tongue over your clit.

he hums, sending another wave of wetness coursing through you. you then feel an intrusion amongst your dripping entrance, and a digit slowly and frictionlessly slide inside. it’s thick, long, reaching places your own couldn’t even breach. bucking your hips you mewl. the hot white pleasure running down your spine, pooling in your lower tummy. 

“you’re so warm darling, feeling good?” he drawls gruffly and hears a “mhm hm! y-yes.” come so softly and he knows you’re the one sentencing him to an eternity of wanting and needing you.

‘ but i can barely move…it’s going to be a tight fit.’ the lawyer thinks longingly, his cock growing impossibly harder. 

he pumps his finger back and forth then slides another in, scissoring his fingers and causing a loud moan to fall from your lips. then he curls them every so often, finding that spot to drives you utterly insane.

your hips shift again and it bumps against his nose again and again and he lets you use him. 

“ah ‘romi im so close.” you breathe and feel the air leave your lungs as he takes the opportunity to be rougher, harsher with his movements. bringing you closer to the edge.

and so you fall with the sweetest moan he’s ever been blessed with hearing, almost cumming himself in his trousers. 

your whole body shakes with the force of the orgasm. toes curling, hands fisting in his hair and he rides out your high. with a final drag of his nose against your clit, he pulls away, breathing heavily. gently, he slides his soaked fingers out and slurps the rest of your release off.

he bites his lip at the fucked out look on your face, eyes peppered with tears, glazed over with arousal. 

“hey…still with me?” he loves the smile you give him, it has him feeling more than just want- it’s love.

“yes…im with you. you’re making me feel so good.”

“wonderful. anything for you doll.”

gaining some of your strength back, you lean forwards to unbutton his top and he pulls his belt out of the loops and drops his slacks, sliding his boxers down with them. 

your mouth physically waters at the flushed pink, thick, long and stocky sight of his dick. it’s curved to his right in the most delicious way. veins peppered along the length. he sees your intent to return the favor but he chuckles with a shake of his head. 

“as pretty as that mouth of yours is, i would rather have you fall apart around me right now.”

“okay,” you sheepishly say and he pushes you gently back down to the mattress.

“ready for me princess?” he whispers after a peck to your lips.

“always.” you hold eye contact with him as he rubs and coats his length in your juices. 

“keep your eyes on me.” he instructs and begins to push past the resistance of your most intimate cavern. 

you have trouble keeping your eyes on him, and he watches the fluttering of your eyes and your plump lips part in a silent moan. 

“ah ah,” he tuts as you turn your head, too overwhelmed with his gaze and the deep stretch. “ ‘m ordering you to look at me while i stretch this pretty cunt to just my size.” 

“mmm o-oka-y.” you stutter with a shiver and keep your irises  on his deep oak colored eyes. and it’s so remarkable how good it feels watching the man you’ve been craving for look so lovingly at you as he nudges his way inside.

every twitch, vein, and subtle curve of his dick has you drooling. and you feel the immense pressure as his hips eventually meet yours. a slight burn is drowned out but the sheer feeling of him reaching so impossibly deep.

“mhm there we go…” he groans to himself and Hiromi keeps on hand on your hip and lowers himself on his other forearm, putting some of his weight on you. so close, so intimate, it is too much.

he stills, letting you adjust to his girth, feeling you pulse and soak his cock is driving him mad. after a moment, he starts slow, and hard. the hottest, highest pitched moan breaks the silence, besides of course the squelching of your bodies.

you’re gripping him like a vice, body quivering as you try to meet his pace. it was so cute, and god your face- twisted in the most sinful way. and the thing is, you’re still trying to keep eye contact. failing miserably- but trying.

it makes him more wild- having you watch him rearrange your guts. and that he is. his pace is so powerful, punching the air out of you and leaving you screaming his name. 

“p-please, f-faster hi-hiromi!” you whine as he moans deeply in your neck. without hesitation he keeps the hardness and just moves a little swifter, pulling out enough so that when he slides back in you feel his entire cock kissing each and every perimeter of your sweet cunt. all the way till the tip of his dick kisses the edge of your cervix. leaking pre all over the orifice. 

clawing at his back you arch into him, heavily struggling to keep up with him in your discombobulated state of mind. 

hiromi chuckles but loses his mind at your incoherent babbling-

“r-right oh!”

“pleasepleasepleasedon’tstop.”

“i love you. i-i love you oh my god hiromiiii~.” you slur and hips his stutter, almost cumming before you but alas, that won’t do. he’s got to feel you lose yourself on him. he’d rather die than never get to feel this pussy, to feel you again. 

he contemplates his next words but he’s so lost in the pleasure he can’t even think straight. “fuck, fuck doll- i love you too, s-so god damn much. y-you have no idea how much ive been wanting this- god…” he feels you get so much tighter at his words, he can’t believe the state of heaven he’s in.

“you- you like when i say that? do you l-like the fact im fucking you so good on my dick princess?”

“yes, y-yes, im so full. thank you- t-thank youuu!” you plead your case. 

he pauses, and sighs, balls deep and it leaves you squirming. veiny hands come to the juncture of the back of your knees and hoists them up, leaving your feet dangling by either side of his head. he leans forward, his rather defined abs brushing against the back of your thighs as he settles even closer.

you squeal as he starts another brutal pace, hips snapping into yours and you can feel and see the imprint of his dick in your lower tummy. hiromi grunts at the messiness of your new position. whining you scream, “oh ‘romi imma make a messss w-wait please!” your arm reflexes and starts to hit at his chest weakly, overwhelmed with the lightning striking through you.

“nuh uh, come on sweetheart make a mess for me.” he seethes as you tighten and upon his command, you leak all around him, squirting and splashing his lower stomach in the filthiest way with a pitched whine. “oh my god, fuck that’s it.” he strains through gritted teeth.

it drips down his thick balls, down to the sweaty sheets and you’re gasping for air. and he just keeps going despite the tightness.

‘plap, plap, plap’

your pussy keeps gushing, pausing and starting again at a particularly hard thrust. “hiromiiiii!”

“oh fuck you’re so perfect-“ he lets out a broken moan and one of his hands fly to your clit, rubbing perfect circles and applying the most delicately firm pressure.

“eee!” you squeal at the simulation, seeing stars and a glow around the man before you. he bites his lip at the pleasurable tears streaming down your face. 

“gonna cum for me again?” he asks as he feels you buck your hips uncontrollably. 

“god, ah- mhmm- y-yes!” you say as you feel him pound into you over, and over and over, sticky faucet leaking pre slathering your insides.

he smashes his lips against your’s sloppily, it’s all teeth and tongue as he takes over your mouth and swallows your moans.

“i-i-“ you choke out a broken whine and cum all over hiromi’s cock. white engulfs you, flames flickering from every limb in your body, exploding in another gush of squirt as you tremble beneath him. you can feel him throb and stutter in his pace, and loud moan escaping him. 

“shit, that’s it my l-love. yeah- im going to fill you up, do you want that? dripping with your bosses cum?” he slurs, out of his damned mind.

“please! oh f-fuckkkk~” you lock eyes with him and that’s what contradicts his control- he spills hot spurts of his cum deep inside with a gruff moan. buried to the hilt he grinds into you, sealing your fate with every sticky rope of cum. it gushes out of you, creating a ring of white where you're both connected. hiromi pumps a few more times, dick twitching inside of you when he stills.

breathing heavily you both catch your breaths. you’re completely filled, warm, and utterly, beyond satisfied at the feeling of his weight, cum, and cock inside of you. 

after a beat he asks, “are…are you okay?”

you breathlessly reply with a small giggle, “im, ah, more than okay…” 

his lips press a kiss to your forehead, still tucked balls deep and still harder than ever.

he ponders for a moment, “retrial?” 

“retrial please.” you giggle as he peppers kisses over your face, lowering your legs.

“flip over for me princess, we’re due for another round of justice.”

-

“Where the fuck is he?” You mumbled anxiously underneath your breath.

You had been waiting inside Curseblood Studio for almost twenty minutes at this point, your phone long since dead by your side, thighs stuck to the plush leather of the parlor couch, and the thin heel of your boot tapping restlessly against the worn flooring.

The interior of the place was dim, and the reception area was entirely empty. It was 19:00, and you knew it was near closing hours (if not already). 

Behind you, the soft pat, pat, pat of the summer rain tapped against the shop’s windows - a gentle melody accompanied by the faint humming of a tattoo gun somewhere deep within the shop, steady and distant, like a pulsing heartbeat thrumming in anticipation.

You were supposed to meet Suguru over an hour ago to catch the train into Chuo together. It was by order of Satoru, as the white-haired menace had practically begged the entire friend group to go clubbing with him tonight. But when Suguru never showed up at the station, you found yourself heading to the one place he was most likely to be: the tattoo shop where he worked. 

Which, conveniently, just so happened to be situated right underneath the apartment that he shared with–  

“You good?”

The voice was deep, soft, familiar.

You lifted your head, only for your eyes to land on… him.

Kamo. Choso. 

The tall, tired-looking man had silently situated himself behind the counter without you realizing earlier. His dark hair, which normally was tied up, fell loosely around his neck, showing off his shaggy wolfcut. The dark inked slash that ran across the bridge of his nose contrasted well with the silver shark bites that adorned his pink lips, and his usual loungewear was replaced with ripped cargos and a black muscle tee, exposing his muscular arms and the gorgeous, dark red ink that wrapped around his pale skin in dizzying patterns. 

His dark eyes met yours for just the smallest of moments, before quickly flicking away.

“Hi,” you murmured. You suddenly grew shy, feeling embarrassed for imposing well past his business hours. “Yes. I’m… good.”

He offered you a small nod in response. 

The two of you knew each other only in passing. He was part of Suguru’s other friend group, and just so happened to be both his roommate and the other co-owner of the studio. 

A reserved tattoo artist during the day. 

An introspective stoner during the night.

During the numerous times you found yourself in your best friend’s apartment, you had only observed Kamo Choso from a safe distance: the hard planes of his bare back as he disappeared through the kitchen, the faint scent of old weed lingering from his room, and the sharp line of his jaw caught in brief, accidental glances. 

It was only during the rare moments when the two of you awkwardly crossed paths, whether in the cramped hallway or the messy foyer, that conversation ever seemed possible. Yet even then, it rarely made it past a simple “hello”. 

Which is why you found him so hard to read.

You truly couldn’t tell if the man genuinely disliked you, found you entirely unremarkable, or if he was simply the kind of person who kept everyone at arm's length. 

Regardless, this was the first time ever where the two of you were addressing each other directly, without the chaperoning assistance of Suguru. 

The quiet man rested his inked arms on the countertop that separated the two of you, silently letting his dark eyes wander over your body, taking you in. 

Your hair framed your face softly, and every time you shifted, he could see the faint glint of the earrings that dangled beneath. The dress you wore tonight was short with a modest neckline, and the sheer black tights that adorned your legs accentuated the curve of your thighs. 

Choso blinked, before wordlessly staring down at his hands, which had, at some point, unconsciously began to grip onto the countertop below him.

“I apologize for imposing on you.” Your words came out small as you looked up at him from where you sat, your nails tapping nervously against the frayed leather of the couch.  

He shook his head almost immediately. “You’re not.” His voice came out a touch too deep, too serious, too rushed. He coughed lightly, willing his eyes to look at the clock on the wall rather than the mole by your lips. “Shop’s about to close though. You waitin’ on someone, or d’ya get bored and want some ink?” 

You couldn’t help but release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, an endearing chuckle escaping from your prettily glossed lips at his dry words. 

Cute. 

“Hmm…” you smiled, playfulness laced in your voice, “unfortunately, just waiting today...” 

He didn’t even have to ask. He already knew for whom.  

Suguru. 

Choso tsked, cursing the other man underneath his breath for keeping you, the most attractive person that’s ever stepped foot inside the building, waiting. You watched him with doe-like eyes as he scratched the back of his neck, his brow furrowed in deep thought, and his inked biceps flexing subtly under the lowlight.

A moment passed before the man in front of you spoke again. 

“Well then. Wanna do some waitin’ upstairs?” 

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The thick smoke from a dying roach curled languidly in the heady air between you both. 

It had been roughly thirty minutes since Kamo Choso had invited you into his apartment, taken your phone to his room to charge, and returned with the disappointing news that Geto-Fucking-Suguru hadn’t left you a single notification.

It had also been roughly twenty minutes since he’d offered you his weed.

Which is how you both found yourself here, sitting on a large couch in his shared living room, Human Earthworm 4 playing in the background, Choso’s zip-locked stash laying haphazardly on the coffee table in front of you, and his extended leg mere centimeters away from your thigh.

He didn’t expect you to be able to keep up with him, let alone agree to his offer in the first place. 

Smoking with company felt a whole lot nicer than smoking alone. 

Though, he didn’t know if that was because it was with you.

He took a sip of his Asahi, before chancing a glance up at you. 

The whites of your eyes were glazed a pretty pink, and you were already staring at him with hooded lids, your glossed lip caught between your teeth as if you were deep in thought. 

He looked away abruptly, startled by the force of his own heart squeezing at the sight of you. 

“You don’t like me very much.”

Your head felt heavy as it lolled to the side, lashes fluttering lazily with each slow blink. The observation left your lips with surprising ease, delivered in the same matter-of-fact tone one might use to comment on the weather or the color of the sky.

He raised a pierced brow, his eyes impassive and his jaw drawn tight. 

“Pardon?” 

You smiled at him as if you were amused, before reaching out to grab the perspiring can from him, your soft fingers grazing his inked ones. 

How bold. 

If you were any more sober, maybe you would have refrained. Given him his space. Maintained the formal distance that had always existed between you. You frowned at the thought. 

You took a sip of his beer, a hearty sigh escaping your mouth as the cool liquid gave you some reprieve from the heat that permeated the room. 

An unreadable look crossed his face as his eyes locked in on where the gloss on your lips left a faint mark where his mouth had been just moments before. 

“You heard me, Kamo Choso.”

You regarded him for a moment, dark eyes probing him as if a dare.

And, despite his proclivity for solitude and his enjoyment of peace, at the end of the day, Kamo Choso was simply a man.  

Game. On.

He wordlessly fished out another pre-rolled joint from his stash, settling it between his pierced lips before sparking his lighter.

A moment passed. 

The movie played on in the background. 

Outside, the distant horns of late-night Osaka traffic drifted up to the third-floor apartment. 

He exhaled through his nose, letting the smoke unfurl between you, filling the space, before slowly turning his head to face you, his expression unreadable. 

“Address me casually.” He spoke coolly, his voice deep and just a touch scratchy. 

And it took a moment for your hazy brain to register the fact that he was not asking.

He tapped the joint against the ashpan on the table, before taking another drag. 

You swallowed, heat beginning to pool in your belly as your legs clenched subtly at his words.

It was almost a tease, watching his strong jaw work as he smoked in front of you, and seeing the glimpses of hard muscle rippling underneath his cut shirt. 

How gorgeous he was.

How breathtakingly intimidating. 

And before you could even have time to register your thoughts, he’s shifting closer to you, his hand mere millimeters away from your leg. 

“Open.” His voice was low and careful. 

You quietly obeyed.

And his eyes were focused solely on your pretty mouth, on the way your lips softly wrapped around the paper of the joint as he placed it gently between them. 

His large fingers brushed against your bottom lip, the metal of his rings cooling the heat on your skin, before tenderly grazing your jaw. 

You quickly took a few puffs, trying to conceal your reddening face behind the smoke. 

You removed the joint from your lips, letting it rest on the edge of the ashpan as you stole his beer again, doing anything you could to try and calm yourself down. 

The corners of his mouth curled into a knowing grin. 

“-And for the record,” he leaned in, his hand moving to rest against your knee, the warmth of his skin searing straight through the thin fabric of your tights. “I don’t share my weed with people I don’t like.” 

And his face was so close to yours that you could see the flecks of gold in his glazed eyes, the smooth lines of his tattoo that ran across his nose, the reflection of the TV light within his brow piercings, and the way his tattoos crawled up his forearms and curled around his neck.

Your head began to spin.

The steady warmth in your belly began to manifest an embarrassing amount of slickness between your thighs.

There was no denying it.

He was attractive. So damn captivating. 

So really, you couldn’t help it when the following words tumbled out of your sweet, sweet mouth:

“I think I’m gonna need more proof than that, Cho-so-kun~” 

And despite your light, breathless voice and wavering grin, Kamo Choso was oh, so serious as he pulled you into his lap, muscular arms working to situate yourself on top of him as your dress rode up higher along your thighs.

Your hands instinctively reached out to prop against his hard chest, and the shock on your face had your mouth forming the cutest little ‘o’ for him. 

His chest was firm underneath the fabric of his shirt, and he smelt faintly of smoke and peppermint. 

The longer you sat on his lap, the more your breaths intertwined, his air becoming your own, and yours becoming his. 

You couldn’t help it as your hand drifted up the broad plane of his chest, your fingertips skimming over the fabric of his shirt before running over the slope of his tattooed neck. Your touch lingered along his jaw, thumb brushing gently against the cool metal of his shark bites 

So soft, so intimate.

He brought one of his hands to cup your own, keeping your palm pressed to his jaw, and your thumb resting against his lips.

“Deal.”

And then he’s turning his head to press his lips against your palm, mumbling something against your soft skin, before moving both of his large hands doowwnn your body, finding steady purchase on your hips, fingers spanning across your ass as he’s shifting you impossibly closer to him, until your warm cunt was pressed against his painfully large erection.

Your chest was now squished against his, your noses knocking, and your long lashes fluttering against his skin.

He could feel the stiffness of your nipples as it pressed into him, and he could smell the jasmine of your perfume that began to mix with the light perspiration on your neck. 

His lips were hovering yours, his breath shaky as he stared down at you. 

“Choso…” you all but whimpered to him.

And oh, how he loved hearing his name in your mouth. His dick lurched in his pants. 

Which is why he’s sticking his pierced tongue out, running it softly along your bottom lip, before languidly curling it up, letting it slip between the seam of your parted mouth as he finally, finally kisses you, sucking you in, savoring the sweetness of your saliva and the softness of your tongue. 

And you sighed, so prettily and dreamily as your eyes fluttered closed. 

You could feel the heaviness of his erection now as it pressed against your clothed cunt, the tights you were wearing doing absolutely nothing to hide the pathetic dampness that already began to soak through.

His large hands began to roam, rubbing circles into your hips before running down to your thighs, slipping his calloused fingers underneath the seam of your little black dress. And then pushing up, up, up along your legs until the skirtpiece is thoroughly bunched around your waist. 

And your mind was spinning, the head high from his weed making all of your senses feel so heightened. 

His hands felt rough and dominating. His tongue tasted like syrup and felt like sin. The cool metal of his piercings sent electrifying jolts straight through your overheated nerves and all the way down to your throbbing pussy. 

There was just something so addictive about him, the way he moved, the way he controlled the pace – something so captivating that all you could do was follow, willing your body into submission, making you want to obey. 

He released your bruised lips with a small haah~ 

You blinked up at him, your pretty eyes dazed and cutely confused as to why he was stopping now. 

His heart squeezed tightly in his chest. 

With one hand on your waist, he’s gently reaching around you, carefully picking up the joint that was still burning away on the ashtray, and then placing it between his lips. 

He inhaled slowly, methodically, letting his eyes lock with yours again, his gaze glassy and heavy-lidded.  

Such a pretty little thing, you were. 

And oh, how he wanted to keep you. 

Mark you and bite you and claim you for himself. 

Choso reached out, his large, ringed fingers lightly wrapping around your neck as he pulled you closer, pressing his mouth against yours again as he let the smoke lazily unfurl inside of you. 

And the smile on his face was nothing short of sleazy as he felt another gush of slick escape through the now translucent material of your tights.

“Mhhhn. Easyy there,” he all but drawled into your ear, his hand still firm against your throat. 

You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut, your core twisting with embarrassment, shame and… arousal? 

He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your neck, before resting the joint between your lips as he uses his other hand to lift the material of your tights higher, drawing the fabric taught to enunciate the folds and dips of your pussylips underneath. 

He sucked a heavy breath in, his dick twitching at the sight of the soaked fabric, your quivering lips, and the impressively large dark spot that you were making on his pants just from kissing alone. 

He was such a fucking goner.

“‘M not even close to done with ya yet,” he breathed, his chest starting to rise and fall almost erratically. “Not even close to provin’ to you…” his glassy eyes were slowly growing wild as his brain seemed to register something.

“Proof… You wanted proof, babygirl?” His low voice came out rough and partly delirious. He didn’t even give you a chance to speak before he’s using his large hand to cup your sex, the heat of his palm against you making you clench in anticipation. 

You could feel your heartbeat throbbing in your pussy, pounding to a beat almost similar to his name.

Cho-so. Cho-so. Cho-so. 

“I’ll show ya’ proof-” 

And then he’s riiiipping the flimsy fabric of your tights apart, until your bare cunt lay fully on display before him. 

“-And you’re gonna take it. ” 

You didn’t even have a chance to respond before he’s pushing you down, down, down until your upper body rested against the cushions of his couch. 

He leaned forward, holding the dying joint to your lips, letting you take another hit before he finished it off, taking one long drag before crushing the roach into the ashtray. 

You try to keep the smoke inside of you for as long as you can, letting it settle in your lungs and course through your blood. 

And it seemed like he was of a similar mindset as you. 

Except, instead of exhaling into the already hazy air of his living room, he’s leaning down, until his flushed face is nestled between your damp thighs, his tattooed nose pressed firmly against your exposed clit, and his soft mouth latching onto your drenched  pussylips as he blows the smoke inside you for yet the second time that night. 

Your eyes squeezed shut, kiss-bitten lips tugged between your teeth, and cheeks flushed a sensual shade of rouge.

Everything was just so incredibly warm.  

“Choso–!” 

“Haah– this what ya’ wanted all along right? You just wanted me.” He’s lapping you up, licking fat, messy stripes against your folds, talking against your pussy almost breathlessly. “Say it. Say that you just want me. That you just need me.”

And your jaw is hinging, mouth parting, the words forming at the tip of your tongue–

Squeellchhh~ 

“Yess! Good girl! Such a good fuckin’ girl.” 

It’s only then that you realize he was never even talking to you to begin with - in fact, he wasn’t just talking against your pussy, but to it.

You moaned, your chest heaving, your skin buzzing with every touch of his fingers and every lick by his tongue. You squirmed as he draagged his piercing through your folds, the smooth metal tracing a cool path on your blazing skin. 

You could hear the sound of your blood pounding loud in your ears now, your heartbeat wild in your chest. Everything felt like too much, and not enough, all at the same time. 

“M-more, Cho. Need more.” You panted out, your glassy eyes staring back up at him pleadingly. 

“That so?” He grunted, the words reverberating throughout your cunt as he spoke between your lips. 

You nodded, a tear slipping from your eye as the heat in your belly grew. 

“Then get louder.”

And there was absolutely nothing that could’ve prepared you for when he pressed his pierced tongue against your clit, letting the metal ball press firm as he plunged his thick, ringed fingers inside of you, fucking into your tightness, pumping in and out and in and out, hitting and pressing and massaging that sensitive lil’ bundle of nerves deep within your velvety pussy. And you’re gasping shamelessly, your breah hitching and your back arching and your voice breaking as he’s fucking his fingers impossibly deeper, crooking them up until you saw stars. 

You could feel yourself beginning to cream around him, your juices messily splattering across his maw. 

And the way he was staring up at you had your tummy twisting in on itself, the unyielding heat pooling in your pussy growing hotter and hotter. 

He stared at you through glassy eyes and heavy lids, his cheeks flushed the prettiest shade of pink, sweat running down his temples, and his warm tongue swirling his name onto your clit in agonizing lil’ loops. 

Cho-so, Cho-so, Cho-so~

It was divine. It was hot. It was messy and wet and so fucking good.  

You began to chant his name like it was the only one you knew, like you forgot your own entirely, like you didn’t even fucking care  – because all that did matter was the wet sounds of his mouth sucking your clit and the squelching of your pussy as it echoed throughout the heavily smoke-filled room. 

And you were doing so well, crying his name on both your lips, that he didn’t ever want to stop. 

So, it nearly broke him when he had to release your clit with a little paah~ 

He leaned back, one of his hands still fucking his fingers inside of you as the other worked on unbuttoning his pants. His rhythm faltered for only a fraction of a second as he tugged aside his briefs, releasing his cock with a heavy thump! against his hard abdomen. 

And…

Holy shit. 

Your wide eyes ogled at him as your mind fully fucking short-circuited. 

He was large. 

He was pierced. 

And he was inked. 

You let in a small gasp, your glassy eyes trying to take it all in: the tattoos that wrapped around his base, the sheer fatness of his girth, the angry veins that climbed up his cock, and the glinting metal on the underside of his shaft. 

Another warm gob of slick slipped languidly past your lips, making a trail through your soaked folds before finding home on the damp couch cushions below.

And a burst of pride swelled in Kamo Choso’s chest at the way you were looking at him, at the way your pretty pussy was crying to him: so cute, so pathetic, so needy. 

He swatted his hand against your swollen cunt, relishing in the little aah~ that escaped your kiss-bitten lips. 

“You’ve been doin’ so well, babygirl,” he breathed. 

And you were so dazed, so stoned and blissed out that all you could do was whimper in response. 

Slowly, he pulled his ringed fingers out of you, his hand and wrist soaked fully in your release. He hummed, a proud smile pulling across his features as he languidly wiped your juices over his already leaking cock, before slowly, teasingly jerking himself off. 

It was transfixing, to say the least – watching as he gripped himself at the base, his heavy dick bobbing as he pumped himself, pushing thick pearls of pre-cum up, up, up through his slit. 

His breath stuttered as you reached out, curiously tracing your fingers along the underside of his shaft, pausing his ministrations. 

“I thought…” you began, your eyes locked onto where the veins on his dick pulsed in anticipation. “I thought you still had somethin’ to prove to me?” And your eyes were wide and doe-like as you menacingly spread his gooey pre all over his throbbing tip.

“Oh I do, don’t I,” he drawled, leaning over your body, caging you in, as his hips dipped down to meet against yours. “How could I even forget.”  

And then he’s slipping his cock against your soaked folds, coating himself further in your slick, rolling his hips so that you could feel him, all of him, from base to tip. 

You mewled at the sensation of his heavy dick pressed against you, using you, and the metal of his piercing meanly rubbing past your pulsing clit. 

“There ya go,” he crooned, his mouth licking hot stripes by your ear. “Jus’ like that now. I like it when you're loud f’me.”

And he keeps his pace, rubbing against you, letting the weight of his leaking tip tease lightly against the tightness of your hole, before retreating, always retreating, slipping and sliding against you in painstaking loops. 

You could almost cry. 

You could almost scream. 

And then you’re clawing at his back, at his hair. Digging crescents into his shoulders. Begging him to go. Begging him to do something. Begging him to fuck you. 

And the grin that formed on his face was positively wicked. 

“Deal.”

And then he’s presssingg his thick cockhead against your entrance, the cool metal of the piercing rubbing against your warm lips, as you slowly began to swallow his tip whole.

You’re gasping, your hole stretching to accommodate for his girth, for the extra metal that he wore on his skin.. 

“Holy fu–” his eyes screwed shut, his breath ragged, and his chest rising and falling erratically at the sensation of your warm, gooey walls wrapping around him in an overwhelming kiss, squishing and massaging against the sensitive underside of his tip.

He could’ve nutted right then and there, your wet pussy squeelching as you squeezed around him. 

For a moment, he forgot how to breathe.

“Fuck, you’re just a cruel lil’ thing, aren’t ya?” 

And you don’t even have time to respond, don’t even have time to think, because he’s forcing himself in, spearing your gummy walls apart, burrowing his dick deep within you until it felt like you could feel the metal of his piercing practically smooching against your cervix.

Your eyes roll back into your head, the air feeling as if it had been knocked from your lungs from the sheer length of him. 

“Haah~ knew my baby could do it f’me,” his deep voice cracked, his glassy eyes wild as he gripped firmly onto your hips. He started to buck into you, fucking himself deeper and deeper, until all you could hear was his skin slapping against yours as he molded your pussy to the shape of him, rubbing his cockhead against your g-spot savagely, ruthlessly, animalistically. 

“Knew you’d be able to take it,” he was grunting now, his words choppy and he veins on his neck popping from the sheer force of his dick pounding against your cunt. “Knew you’d feel this good while I prove to ya how much I fuckin’ like ya.”

Your traitorous heart swelled at his words, your tummy fluttering, pleasure building, and your pussy gripping onto his cock like a lifeline. 

His pierced mouth found yours again, his tongue meeting yours in a messy french. Drool started to spill from your lips as his pace quickened, the wet sound of his balls smacking against your soaked cunt filling the hazy air around you. Everything was getting hotter, stickier, clumsier. His hips were beginning to stutter, and his breaths were coming out in short, quick pants. 

And his tip just kept pressing exactly into that spot you needed most, the smooth metal of his piercing rubbing your nerves in ways that had your toes curling, skin tingling, and head absolutely reeling. 

And you could feel it – your legs trembling, your ears ringing, the absolute peaks of your orgasm rippling and running through your body in overwhelming waves as his fat, leaking cock fucks into your womb. 

“Shit–I’m–” his jaw tensed, his muscles flexing as he willed himself not to cum. 

His dick was almost halfway outside of your gooey hole when you blinked up at him, teary eyed. 

“C-Cho…” you were barely coherent, sputtering and gasping. “More.” And then you’re wrapping your legs around him, locking him in, pressing him flush against you, pushing his cock back inside you, refusing to let him go. “Need more proof,” you whispered. 

And oh, of course he had to oblige. 

Especially for you. 

Especially like this. 

“Yes, babygirl” was all he could breath out as he messily fucked you through your orgasm, pumping his cock in and out and in and out of your squelching pussy. 

He watched, entranced, as he could see the soft bulge of himself in your tummy from where his dick was buried within you. 

It was just all too much, too warm and soft and wet and tight, that his vision turned blurry, his lungs squeezing, and his chest heaving, as his thick, ropey cum forcefully painted your womb white, stuffing you full. 

And, despite the absolute mess, he tenderly pressed a kiss to your temple, letting his mouth rest against your skin as he shallowly fucked his seed inside you, riding through the peaks of his own high.

For a moment, the two of you just stayed like that, his body warm as you breathed in each other’s air.

“Stay tonight?” His voice was soft, almost uncertain. 

Your heart tugged against your ribs. 

“Okay.”

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You snuck out of his bed before he had the chance to wake.

You blamed it on work. On responsibility. On the long list of reasons that made leaving feel like the right thing to do.

It was for the best, you kept repeating to yourself.

The two of you had been stoned last night. Perhaps even a little crossed. Those were all facts. 

And this was not your first hook-up. You knew how it always went. You knew that by the time he would wake, you’d see it on his face: the embarrassment, the awkward realization, and the forced post-sex niceties

You knew how it worked – so why risk spoiling a beautiful(ly perverted) memory? 

Your heart squeezed, and your stomach twisted into an uncomfortable knot.

It was nice, for what it was worth. 

Your thoughts were a blur as you hurried back to your apartment, too focused on putting distance between yourself and the warmth you’d left behind. And it wasn’t until you sat down at your desk that you noticed your phone was still dead, its screen dark and lifeless in your hand.

He never charged it. 

You sighed, plugging the device into power as you began to ready yourself for the work day ahead.

And it was only after you finished making yourself a cup of coffee and settling down into your chair when your phone finally lit up. 

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3 missed messages from “Sugu”

1 missed call from “Sugu”

9 missed messages from “UTAHIME <33”

21 missed messages from “Gojo (Block L8r)”

5 missed calls from “Shokkkkko”

1 missed message from Unknown Number. 

Oh?

You pressed into the latest message.

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Unknown (01:07):  txt me when u wanna make it permanent. X

Your brow furrowed as you read the text again.

The hell did that even mean?

You glanced up, pondering the message until your eyes briefly caught your own reflection in the mirror across from your desk.

And there, just visible above the collar of your shirt, was a swirl of dark red ink peeking through the fabric.

Your breath hitched quietly.

Slowly, you hooked a finger beneath your collar and pulled it down, revealing tidy, elegant, deliberate strokes. 

脹相の

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"Choso’s"

a/n: apologies if this got poopy this was totally meant to be a lot shorter than i made it. arf.

—

At first you're wary of this potentially dangerous stranger but he assures you that he won't hurt you. He seems kind enough and the idea of leaving him to die is out of the question for you so you decide to help him. Once you've carefully freed him from the trap, he sags to the ground in exhaustion, nearly passing out from the blood loss.

Realizing he'll need someone to take care of him while he recovers, you help him up, almost buckling from his weight. You let him lean on you as you stumble through the forest to his den, which is apparently pretty close by.

Over the next few days, you tend to his injury and feed him fish that you catch from the stream nearby. During this time, you spend hours chatting and getting to know each other. You enjoy his company more than you should and he seems to grow equally enamored with you.

When he's fully recovered, he decides that words aren't enough repayment for all your help so instead he worships your body in thanks. Much to your delight, he spends the next few hours fucking you mercilessly on his knot and filling you up with his cum until you're a limp and sated puddle in his arms.

But he's not done with you yet. When your pussy becomes too sore from his massive cock, he eats you out instead. He can't seem to get enough as he tells you that your arousal is the most exquisite honey he's ever tasted. When he's finally worn himself out and you're barely coherent from all the orgasms, he tells you that he's never letting you go.

Congratulations, you now have a bear hybrid boyfriend. But you can't complain because he turns out to be the best partner you've ever had. He loves listening to you talk about everything and anything that pops into your mind. He cradles you in his massive arms when you're sad. He lays his heavy, warm body on top of you when you're anxious. He snarls at creeps who hit on you when you're out walking at night. He even brings you beautiful little gifts of stones and feathers that he finds when he's out hunting.

But best of all, he continues to fuck you roughly and possessively every night until you think you might die of pleasure. And then when he's done, he cleans you up like you're the most precious thing in the world, whispering sweet words of praise in your ear as you drift off to sleep.

You feel the air crackling with more energy, literal sparks flying around you as you feel the dick in your mouth throb as it releases in the back of your throat, his hands releasing your arms as they grab your head and push you against his invisible groin so they empty himself as far as possible. You observe how your mouth is obscenely open, your drool dripping around the edges of your lips and warm come filling your throat until you are coughing and he’s pulling back.

But they aren’t done.

The one between your legs grabs forcefully your hips. He’s so rough you can see the imprints of ghostly hands against your love-handles as they bury themselves hard enough to hit your cervix and they fill you up to the brim. You watch mesmerized how the come drips down around his dick, lining his shape before he releases you completely.

even though, you two have always hated each other’s guts, you’ve never been in each other’s way during work. you both don’t speak much while fighting but still cooperate almost perfectly.

but the snarky comments return the moment the trash beast starts disintegrating.

“can’t believe you’re still able to keep up, old man” you look at him over your shoulder. honestly, he doesn’t even look that old but you just like calling him that to piss him off.

he puts one hand on his pocket and another, holding his unbreaker against his shoulder. “huh? were you speaking or a trash beast? oh wait, what even is the difference anyway.” he laughs under his breath, looking down at you.

you grit your teeth “you-!”

he hovers his hand around his ear and bends slightly, “you tryna say something? sorry, can’t hear you from down there.”

well you were definitely shorter than him but it’s his for being built like a damn pole! before you could say anything, the supporters come back with the car.

he’s literally isn’t your type nor you are his’. there was a time when you were both reporting back to semiu and she jokes about you two being lovebirds for always being at each other’s throats.

“hah?!” your face contorts in annoyance.

“who would even like him, he’s not even my type!”

“who would even like her, she’s not even my type!”

you both say it in sync and look at each other. you cross your arms at him, “oh shut up, shit-head.”

“you know, you’re less unlikeable when your trashy mouth is shut.”

you grab his collar and bring his face down to your level. “i would rather be a trash beast’s food than be liked by you!”

semiu just sighs in exasperation and always ends up stopping you two. it really was like a cat and dog relationship when it came to you both.

——

recently, trash beasts started to appear more near the cities. you assumed it was because of the abduction of rudo, along with the other cleaners with him which happened a couple days back.

you, enjin, rudo, zanka and riyo were sent to some deserted location for investigation of the rapid appearances of the trash beasts.

when everyone was observing the place, some while later, everyone started to fall and eventually got separated due to the trembling of the infrastructure.

and lucky you. you got stuck with the person you least wanted to. you desperately try to look around for another presence but it’s only you, him and the rubbles.

you tried not to show the annoyance in your face. enjin hits the floor with the tip of his umbreaker and sucks his teeth. “ugh, how under did we fall?”

you were annoyed. by the situation you’re in. by him. then how did you get into a situation where you’re now stuck in a locker like congested place? well, when you both were desperately trying to find a way out, using your jinkis, the trembling started again. debris falling, you don’t know about him but you definitely got hit and became unconscious.

when you woke up, the ceiling was way too near. weird. you were moving your hand to find your jinki but when you couldn’t feel it anymore, you immediately try to sit up just to get your forehead hit by the ‘ceiling’. then you hear a laugh and that’s when you turn your head towards the noise, lying back again. it’s him.

enjin put his hand over his hand trying to control his laughter. “there’s no way, you’re that dense.”

thats when you start to notice that the ceiling wasn’t too near. you were stuck in what looks like a big locker with no door in sight. you bang at the ceiling desperately. “what the fuck?! where are we?!”

enjin blatantly speaks, putting both his arms under his head. “dunno”

you almost wanted to hit him because of his so carefree demeanour. “where’s your umbreaker?! use it and get us out!”

“so demanding, trashy princess.”

“huh?!”

“i don’t have it with me. think ‘dat lil earthquake got it separated. or maybe the raiders are involved too, which’s why we’re stuck in this now.”

great. both of you don’t have your vital instruments.

you exhale audibly, “how the fuck are you so carefree?!”

he turns his head slightly, with a sarcastic smug face. “you should try it sometimes too, it’s called staying calm.”

just when you were about to reply, he continues. “besides, what’s panicking gon’ do anyways?”

you suck up your anger, because he is right. panicking won’t do anything but drain your energy. you wish you could just punch out of this shitty congested place but unfortunately you weren’t really that physically gifted. without your vital instrument, you actually didn’t have strong strength.

you huff, “my day just couldn’t get any worse. now i’m stuck with a shit-head. i just wanna get out of this place!”

“geez, do you ever shut up?”

you turn at him. “oh i would, if-” suddenly the world moves upside down. well, its obviously the box you’re in which got moved. and because of it, enjin is now on top of you. he uses his arm to support his weight so that you don’t get crushed by his body.

for a moment, you were silent but then you groaned, “fuck, get off me! you-!”

then the world turns upside down again and your bodies shift due to the movement. a roar could be heard outside, probably of a trash beast. you were lying on your chest, your head striked up at the noise.

you didn’t even notice until you heard a grumble beneath you, that this time you were on top of him. his face was buried under your..chest!?

your body jolts and you almost shriek, “you-!” you immediately move, now your face is facing him instead of your.. chest. your eyes squint at him as your body squirms, “you fuckin’ per-!”

but he quickly covers your mouth with one hand and the other resting at your waist, pushing it down against him and to stop your squirming. “shh, y/n.”

and you shut up too. it’s not usual for him to call you by your name unless it’s really serious. he moves his head to the side, trying to observe the sound.

i guess staying silent for a while has its perks too because right now, you’ve come to finally notice alot of his features as you were staring down at him. like how his hands are literally as big as your face, how there is a scar on the side of his head caused by who knows what. he never really talked about it. you realised his other hand placement too, it almost made your body shudder but you kept your cool. looking up close, enjin was actually really attractive, you couldn’t lie.

you also notice the ink on his neck too which continues further but gets hidden by his clothing. now that you think about it, you’ve never seen him shirtless. how far does the tattoo continues? how would he look shirtless?- your thoughts are snapped back when you hear a familiar creaking noise, it was from enjin’s choker.

enjin moves his hand from your mouth to his choker and you hear zanka from the other end.

“wahh!! finally! i was trying so hard to reach you, enjin.”

“have you found the others?”

“well, except y/n. riyo and rudo are with me.”

enjin looks at you for a second before looking away again. “oh, huh. she’s with me.”

“okay but where are you?! we found your vital instruments and got worried that maybe you two..- forget it.”

“we’re actually stuck in some sort of big box?” enjin moves his other hand to bang above.

“wait. do that again. i think i can hear you.”

enjin bangs harder this time and in a few minutes, you both hear all three of them calling out your names. this time you help in banging too and they notice it right away.

“enjin?! y/n?!” zanka shouts.

you both respond, shouting back.

“okay.. move aside, i’ll get you out of there!” zanka starts pointing his stick to that box and proceeds to destroy one side.

and right away too, enjin moves his body to the side along with you. was he.. shielding you? before you can think more, the box breaks and you guys get out of it.

riyo comes to you and asks you if you were alright as you take back your vital instrument from zanka.

you guys immediately get back to the headquarters, wasting no time. during the drive back, everyone start sharing of what happened and that it was a trash beast who had a vital instrument with its core. but you were quiet, only humming and responding in short words. when riyo asks you onto why you were so quiet, you just brushed her off saying you were tired.

but the truth was, you were just replaying what happened between you and enjin in your mind over and over.

after reporting back and freshening up, you were on your way to the cafeteria for dinner. thats when you overhear something coming from the door beside you.

the door was slightly ajar, you were curious so you went ahead and peeked through. it was zanka, enjin and semiu.

“i don’t get it, you could’ve literally just punch that box yourself and get out. why didn’t you?” zanka was standing, confused.

while enjin was on a sofa, leaned back. one arm behind his head and another hand holding his cigarette as he takes a puff. “huh? didn’t feel like it.”

semiu sat on a chair, reading her usual ‘magazines’ “or maybe, it’s because of y/n” she shrugs, her eyes still glued on the paper.

enjin almost chokes, “wha—” then he clears his throat “dunno’ what you’re talkin’ about”

you step back, rewinding whatever you witnessed in your head. he could’ve just gotten you two out but he didn’t? why? because of.. you? nah. there’s no way. hah.. right?

later that night, when you finally got to bed. you noticed you were feeling weird. you were acting weird even. during dinner, you would look over to enjin alot. hopefully he didn’t catch on to that or else he would make fun of you. you were starting to feel something weird in your chest whenever you thought of him. or even feel your face heating up when you remembered the way he put his hands on you.

were you..actually starting to like him?! no- no- theres no way, you think to yourself as you laugh under your breath. you then just shrug it off, thinking everything will go back to normal tomorrow as you drift to sleep.

you were deadass wrong. every time you saw enjin, you would feel your heart flutter. you couldn’t even get yourself to be creative with your usual exchange with him. you really could just muster up a scoff or roll your eyes at him because inside, your heart was literally jumping like anything.

in your eyes, he started to look so attractive to you, oh god. you hated it. why does he suddenly look so hot? why do you suddenly want him so bad? you were starting to hate the way felt around him so you finally decided to distance yourself from.

yeah.. thats right! the feeling will eventually go away. now you just need to make sure to keep strict distance from him.

and so you started to slowly keep minimum interactions to no interactions at all.

but enjin isn’t dumb. at first, he thought it was your usual ignorance but he began to notice it wasn’t ignorance. it was avoidance.

the way you would quickly eat your food and leave the cafeteria whenever he entered, the way you would quickly walk off when you noticed him, even while chatting with someone. the way you wouldn’t even throw your usual insults at him. hell, you wouldn’t even look at him anymore. it ticked him off.

he really couldn’t understand why you were acting that way. he first assumed maybe you were mad at him but the way you are, if you were really mad at him, you would just grab his collar and throw some insults at his face. he couldn’t stop thinking about you, did he do something? why were you really avoiding him that much? he had to know what was really on with you.

——

after your cleaning duty ended early, you quickly make your way to your room. and also looking out for enjin to avoid him at all cost.

after you reach, you close your room’s door behind and put your vital instrument on the small table right beside your door without even looking further into your room due to exhaustion.

you stretch your arms, sighing. then a voice catches you off guard.

“gon’ tell me what’s wrong?”

you jolt, turning to the source of sound immediately. your voice trembles, barely coming out as a whisper.

“en- ..enjin—?”

you didn’t even notice him sitting on your bed, now standing up and slowly walking towards you.

your first instinct was to leave—to run away. you didn’t wanna face him. you couldn’t face him.

you quickly turn to the door, moving your hand to the knob but enjin is just as quick as you, strongly pressing his palm on the door, right at the level of your head, making you unable to make your escape.

he was right behind you, his other hand joins. now, caging you between him and the door. your grip tightens at the door knob, you couldn’t think of what to do next.

“y/n,” his tone was serious yet still soft, “look at me.”

you slowly turn, still unable to face him. your eyes were glued on the floor and your heart beat started pacing. suddenly, it felt like all the feelings you had suppressed, started to come out all together at once.

“i said look at me.” his tone was more demanding now. the vibration of his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

then you finally muster up the courage to look at him, trying not to spill your emotions, you bluntly say, “why are you in my room?”

“you know exactly why.” he was quick to respond.

“i don’t. i’m tired right now. can you leave?” you break off the eye contact, looking to your side.

“no.”

“—not until you answer why you’ve been acting like this.”

you raise an eyebrow, “like what? i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

enjin’s eyebrows furrowed while staring down at you, why were you pretending to not know what he‘s talking about? but he was still patient with you. “avoiding me ‘nd all. you think i didn’t notice?”

you were silent.

“you think i didn’t notice the way you always finished your food quickly when i entered the cafeteria? or the way you would leave a room whenever i showed up? the way you don’t throw insults at me anymore whenever i’m even 5 feet near you? hell, you don’t even look at me anymore. you hate me that much, huh?”

your heart reacts when he says ‘hate’. of course you don’t hate him. the way you felt for him is way beyond that.

“i…don’t hate you.” you mutter. fidgeting with the hem of your outfit, your eyes glued to it.

“then why all this? hm?” he bends, his face coming close to yours.

“..i—” you heave.

“i’m not leaving until you tell me.”

“what’s wrong?” “why?”

why? why? why? the constant questioning starts making you restless and your head hurt. your eyebrows furrow in frustration and then, you finally burst. taking in a long breath, closing your eyes shut as you burst out.

“FUCK! IT’S BECAUSE I LIKE YOU, DAMN IT!”

for a while, it felt amazing. to finally let your true feelings out. you could feel the adrenaline rush in you as your heart raced fast.

you slowly open your eyes to look up and see enjin’s reaction. and to your surprise, he was no longer caging you. his hands were to his side with his back now straightened as he looked at you, surprised. then he suddenly bursts out laughing,

“what the- so that’s it?” as he’s trying to contain his laugh.

your face was heating up with embarrassment, was he seriously laughing at your feelings?! you felt like you shouldn’t have said anything at all and the urge to just punch him in the face was just burning in you to the point you didn’t even realise you started tearing up.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘THAT’S IT’?! ugh! i knew i shouldn’t have said anything, you assh..—”

in a blink, he grabbed your chin and pulled you into a kiss. shutting you up.

huh?

what?

did he just kiss you? why? your brain actually stopped. you couldn’t understand why—

he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. you stared blankly at his face. he was smiling with a softened gaze on you, wiping the fallen tear off your cheek with his thumb.

“i wasn’t laughing to ridicule your feelings…” he mutters, staring into your eyes.

“i’m just glad.. it’s not something seriously bad for which you seriously stopped talking to me.” he caresses your face, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear.

‘glad’? why? what the hell was happening?

“..what?” you mouthed, barely a whisper.

he chuckles at your reaction. finding it cute. “in other words, i like you too, trashy princess.”

when you heard his words, your heart started pounding so fast that it felt like it was gonna come out of your mouth. did he really just say that?

all you could manage was a ‘huh?’ as the heat crept up on your neck.

enjin repeats, this time emphasising each word. “i said, i. like. you. that better, hm?”

since you weren’t responding, he speaks up again. “i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t mean to make you cr—euughh!” you had punched him in his stomach.

you let out a relieved sigh, “now i feel better.”

he clenches the place where you had knuckled him, “g-guess, i deserved t-that..”

“well, since you have your answer now. you can leave.” you start walking past him but he catches your wrist, pulling you to his chest, pressing you against him.

“pushing me away already, baby?” he teases, in a low, raspy tone. grazing his thumb against your bottom lip.

you look up into his eyes, blinking. “w-well…i need to f-freshen up—”

“there’s no need for that.” and he crashes his lips onto yours. you mumble his name during the kiss, but he just deepens the kiss. his one hand holds your face and the other starts roaming around your body, slipping in and making contact with your bare skin which makes you shudder.

he pulls away and start peppering your jaw with kisses, slowing moving to your neck. he grips the back of your head, tangling his big hands into your hair to get a better angle, then he starts lapping his tongue against your neck, sucking on the skin. at the same time, he moves his hand from your hair and now gripping around your waist.

you tremble, unconsciously titling your head to give him more access. “e-enjin…—”

your hand grips at his red sweatshirt. you whine when you feel his other hand, caressing the fabric of your bra and then—he grabs one of your breasts, squeezing it, making you yelp.

enjin hums, his voice vibrating against your neck. “yeah, keep making those cute noises, princess.”

he latches off your neck and attacks your lips again, swallowing every whine of yours. you wrap your arms around his tattooed neck, occasionally gripping and he puts his hands over your thighs, slightly pushing them to lift you. you understand and jump and he catches you immediately. carrying you like weighted nothing as you also wrapped your legs around his hip, your cunt grazing his growing boner.

after you guys reach the bed, he breaks the kiss quickly as he gently throws you on it. hurriedly joining you. he wastes no time on getting your clothes off. “fuck. wan’ taste you s’bad.”

he’s so impatient. but you’re no better. the moment you’re fully bare, you pull on his sweatshirt shyly.

“y-you too.”

enjin chuckles, “of course. anything for m’lady.” he pulls his sweatshirt off in one go, tossing it somewhere on the floor.

and that’s when you finally got to see him shirtless. your lip parts as your eyes follow every muscle, every ink, every design. like you’re engraving it in your mind. honestly, you were totally drooling at the sight. you knew enjin had muscles cause, duh, he’s strong but not this defined and toned.

enjin notices right away and teases, “better than you imagined, huh?”

you abruptly yelp a ‘yes’ which surprises enjin. so you’ve been fantasising about him?

“shit- can say the same for you too, baby.” he hovers over your body, kissing your neck, your collarbones and following it down right between valley of your breasts. he toys with one of your nipples with his finger while the other is getting kissed and licked. then he suddenly puts it in his mouth, playing with your nipple with his tongue while his hand pinches the other. “s’fucking perfect.”

you whine and whimper at the pain and pleasure you’re experiencing. cursing under your breath.

he finally lets go of your nipple with a ‘pop’ sound, looking at you as his hand starts moving down to your abdomen—to your pulsating cunt.

“y’know.” his index and ringer finger start playing with your pussy lips, spreading them open to press his middle finger on your clit which makes your body jolt. he pauses and chuckles when he notices how wet you were. “shit baby, you’re this wet just by kissing?”

you pout, “don’t t-tease…, shit head.” he laughs under his breath, your reaction were so fucking adorable to him.

“that day…when we were stuck in that stupid place, seeing you under me like that…” he continues, as he starts moving slow circles, making you hitch under your breath. “it was so fuckin’ hard to keep my dick calm.”

“knew it was wrong.” his index finger now joins, very slowly quickening his pace on your clit. “-wrong to think about you like that but fuck. you’re so hot. wanted to fold you and take you right there.”

now his fingers move down, to toy with your aching hole. “and then the next second, your perfect tits were on my face. these perfect tits.” he leans down to pepper kisses on them.

he was teasing you so much and you were starting to grow really impatient to the point you were moving your hips unconsciously to feel him inside you. “f-fuck, stop teasing…”

enjin smirks, watching you desperately try to grind yourself on his fingers. “impatient, are we?”

you just wanted something inside, your walls were clenching around nothing. “p-please…”

fuck. the way you were begging went straight to his dick. he slowly starts sliding his middle finger in and your warm, gummy walls were already sucking him in, easily.

he was agonisingly slow. pushing his inked finger in and out and making you whine. he then adds his index finger, this time stretching you out.

he hisses, “fuck, you’re s’tight. squeezing m’fingers like that.”

he started moving his fingers in you, curling it just right and making you moan. it didn’t take him long to find your sweet spot. every time he pushed his fingers, it hit your g-spot. you were frowning at the sensation—pleasure.

as if his fingers weren’t stimulating you enough, he pressed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it. all you could do was grip the sheets and curse under your breath as he works his hand and whispers dirty things into your ear.

“this pussy’s singing f’me, baby.”

“you’re loving this, aren’t you? me playing with your pussy? by the guy you despised so much? now look at you. soaking my fingers and making a mess everywhere, s’pretty.”

“yeah, keep making those noises f’me.”

he quickened his pace and it didn’t take long for you to reach your high. not when he was stimulating you like crazy. you winced every time he curled his fingers to hit your g-spot.

“m’close, …enjin—ha…ah—” your hand moves to grip his muscular, tatted bicep. lightly digging your nails into his skin. it barely felt like a tingle to him. you were quivering and your heart paced fast, heat radiating from your body.

but just when you were about to come—he stops, you groan, glaring at him. “w-why’d you stop…?”

“wan’ you to cum in my mouth, baby. need to taste you s’bad.”

he moves down slowly, placing kisses on your stomach—to your abdomen and now to your puffy clit. and then licking a long stripe over your aching cunt, making your thighs shiver.

he started to rub circles on your clit with his tongue and sucked on it before shoving his tongue in, lapping up your insides and eating you out. he grumbles into your pussy, the vibrations reaching your spine.

“you—mhmm—taste s’good, s’sweet” he was literally making out with your pussy, slurping up all your juices. your soppy wet walls wrapped around his fat tongue, the way your cunt throbbed every time his nose pressed against your clit.

the sounds were so lewd and so obscene, it was filling the room along with your moans. if anyone had been passing by your door, you were sure the squelches would be loud enough to give away what was happening in the room. you were throwing your head back, eye lids closing on their own.

he pulls away, looking up at you. “look at me.” and you do, forcing your eyes open, squinting at him. “gooood girl, now watch me as i eat you out, m’kay?”

you didn’t even respond, you just gripped his hair and shoved him down in your pussy. he was surprised but you could feel him smirking, he proudly started to eat you out again.

he was loving every second of it, every inch of you, every sound you made, even the grip you had on his hair. he began to slowly grind him his hips against the bedsheets, trying to relieve himself. he was gripping your inner thighs so hard, it probably was gonna leave a handprint there.

“fuck—fuck—fuck… m’so close…en-enjin—” your grip tightens and your back arches as you feel your high again. you were bucking your hips onto him.

“d-don’t stop…” you began shivering. “o-ohh—” you started cursing under your breath, your voice breaking as you moan.

“thaaats it, baby. come on my tongue,” he coos, moving his thumb back to your clit.

and in the next moment, you cum. you couldn’t even utter a word as your eyes rolled over your head. all you could do was moan his name and whimper. blood rushing and filling your veins in pure ecstasy, making you feel light-headed.

enjin licked you clean, drinking every drop of your cum, not wasting anything. after he’s done, he gets up to kiss you, shoving his tongue in and making you taste yourself. “you did s’good, baby.” you just hum softly, with a half-lidded gaze.

after a while, when you’ve calmed down. you notice enjin pulling your blankets and unfolding it.

“what are you doing?” you stare at him, confused.

“you must be tired, right? rest up,” he smiles, placing the fabric over your bare body.

“and what about you?” you elbow yourself up.

“oh, me? i’ll go check up on zanka and rudo and then–”

“no.” you interject. “i meant…that.” you eye at the bulge in his sweats.

he understood what you were implying and chuckles under his breath. “it’s okay, babe. we’ll do it some other time. got no rubber on m’right now.” he holds your chin, bringing it close to him to kiss your forehead.

you frown, “i don’t care.”

enjin sighs, running his hand through his hair “that’s not how it works, princess.”

he made you feel so good and now he was just gonna leave with his painfully hard dick? you weren’t gonna let that happen. hell, you couldn’t even care less about some protection.

“so you’re just gonna get cold feet without fucking me?”

enjin blinks, “fuck. i want to but–”

“please.” you look up at him, with pleading eyes. the covers slipped off your body, revealing your tits. your nipples were turning hard due to the cold air brushing against them. “please, enjin”

your pleading was only making the situation worse. your words went straight to his already hard dick—and he was trying sooo hard to keep his gaze fixated on your eyes. he was really thanking heavens for peripheral vision cause he could still shamelessly stare at your tits indirectly.

“you sure?—”

“YES.” you respond immediately, “please enjin, wan’ you so bad—wan’ your cock—pleeease—i want you to fuck me—i need you to fuck me.” even you were surprised to what you were saying, you might as well be ovulating right now because you really wanted him bad.

enjin was surprised, the way you were actually begging like an absolute slut right now. he didn’t think you had that side of yours. so freaky—and he wasn’t minding it all. instead he was actually more intrigued by this new side of yours.

enjin licks his lips, “hard to say no when you ask this nicely—”

he grabs one of your tits, crashing his lips onto yours. he squeezes them hard making you yelp and he takes that opportunity to shove his tongue in. “wanna be my cockslut that bad, hm?”

then he breaks the kiss and quickly starts taking his sweatpants off, leaving him in his black boxers.

your mouth hung open, eyes wide open at the sight of his—gulp. he was big. holy fuck. waayy bigger than you thought. your eyes were following the shape of his dick print on his boxers.

enjin notices your reaction and chuckles, “keep that mouth hang open any longer and you’ll actually start drooling, princess.”

honestly, you were actually drooling without even seeing his dick yet. and suddenly something flashes in your mind.

one time when you were talking to semiu, talking about what kind of man gives big dick energy.

enjin overheard you two and joined, “i’m sure they all got good personalities, cmon.”

you rolled your eyes at him and scoffed, “oh shut up, i’m sure you got a small dick too.”

you were smiling inside, you probably hurt his ego real bad cause it’s true but to your surprise he was not at all offended, instead, he had a smug look on his face.

you blink, trying not to give away your surprised reaction and rolled your eyes at him again. he was just bluffing…for sure, …right?

and now that you’re seeing it with your own eyes—he wasn’t bluffing at all!

“wanna do the honours?” his fingers grazing at the band. you move, fingertips fumbling his waist band, you look up at enjin and he’s smirking down sleazily at you, watching your every movement. “go on,”

and you pull down his boxer—finally freeing him. his dick springs out immediately, also hitting your cheek before hitting his abdomen. red angry tip, already glistening in dripping hot precum. not only enjin was so long—but he was juuuust as thick, with enough veins at the right places.

“too small, eh?” and it seems enjin hasn’t forgotten that day as well. small? fuck no. you knew enjin was teasing you about that. you didn’t even realise how dry your mouth was until you gulped. “there’s n-no way, that’s gonna fit—”

he fully pulls off his boxers and starts leaning, laying your head properly on the pillow. he already positions himself and spreading your thighs apart, folding you into a mating press. “no–no–no. no running away now, princess.”

“you asked for this.”

“w-wait—mmmhp..!” he started rubbing his tip at your entrance, making your breath hitch.

he pressed your thighs more, making your knees touch your chest as he started to line himself. “we’ll make it fit, m’kay baby?” he coos, kissing your cheek.

you nod, and then—he pushes the tip in making you both hiss. by the time he put his whole tip in—he was out of breath. his eyebrows furrowing at the sensation – you were just so hot and soft. the way you were squeezing him so tight, he swears he was gonna cum right then.

“fuuuck, squeezing me s’tight. you tryna kill me?”

you nearly choked at how just his tip was stretching you out so much.

he slowly starts pushing himself more into your sloppy pussy, a sound of pleasure vibrating deep from his chest. he waited few moments each time he inserted an inch, making sure you were adjusting to his size.

the stretch was insane. your eyes began to shut and your eyebrows were frowning. you were literally gripping his tatted bicep so hard while your other hand went to cover your mouth to muffle your moans.

enjin notices and immediately holds your wrists to pin them above your head with one hand. “nah, don’t cover your pretty moans.”

when more than half his cock was in, he shoved the rest at once. filling you balls deep making him groan and suck his teeth. the bed dips as be rests his weight on top of your lower half.

your body jolts and you cry out, you were such a whimpering mess beneath him. you felt so full, clenching around him with your warm, gooey walls as his tip kissed your cervix making you squeal. “sh-shit, y-you’re so big–”

“oh ya, mama?” the deep sultry of his teasing voice making you even wetter. you were literally squeezing him as if you were trying to milk dry. he waits for awhile, letting you adjust before he starts pulling his cock out till the tip just to thrust it back inside. “fuuuckkk—you’re…s’t-tight”

enjin starts rutting his hips against you, pressing deep thrusts each time. the sound of skin slapping and wet squelches from your cunt was music to his ears. your voice cracking while moaning, telling him its too much and you couldn’t take it.

but he merely keeps going cause each time he pulled back, your greedy, sloppy pussy was swallowing him back like it belonged there. the pain from the stretch soon changed to pleasure, coiling something in your stomach. he moves his free hand to grab your face and kisses you deeply, swallowing all your whines.

“you– …you say you can’t take it, haaah, but look at you. takin’ me sooo well.”

“fuck.” and with a single hammering thrust, enjin’s forcing his swollen cock past all that slight resistance. his head falls, heaving out a shuddering groan.

his head was lolling but he still couldn’t stop his hips. he moved his hands to your thighs, pressing you down even more with his cock. each and every thrust made your stomach burn more and more. every slam of his hips, making you lose your mind. it was so intoxicating.

his dick was soo big, he hit your sweet spot without even trying. his red swollen tip was bruising your cervix. “o-ohhh..”

he looked at your fucked out state with half-lidded golden orbs which darkened at the sight of your watery eyes. you were looking like an angel to him, so pretty, so good.

you tighten around him even more as you started to feel your orgasm build up like a wall. your thoughts were long gone and you were just babbling out, the weird feeling in your stomach, close to breaking out. “sh-shit–shit–shit e-enjin you need to sto—” and before you could warn him, you cry out–squirting on his dick.

the clear fluid splashing out as he’s still thrusting into you, like a madman and then—he stops his hips, straightening his back to look at your spasming cunt. he was gasping—and you got worried immediately—did you just pee?—then he huffs, “fuck, baby—did you just squirt?”

you're bawling out from the euphoric pleasure and fear. “i- i’m sorry–”

“no–no–no–no, dont apologize, fuucck. why didn't you tell me you could squirt?”

you were confused but relieved he wasn't mad. “i... i d-didn’t know…”

enjin’s darting his eyes down to the thick little bulge that had started forming at your stomach - just the slightest movement of his mushroomy tip bumpin’ inside. and out. inside. and out. fuck. had he been missing out on this view for this long?

he's looking at you with a feral gaze, his golden orbs almost disappearing as he's pushing one hand down—to the bulge. “you can do that again, right? fuck, please. tell me you'll do that again.” he suddenly became just so desperate. you knew your answer wouldn't matter ‘cause he was determined to make you squirt on his dick again.

and then he’s pulling out and quickly turning you to your stomach, making your back arch up and pushing your head down to the pillow. you startle, at the sudden change in position—“what are you—”then enjin’s rubbing himself against your core before slipping his cock inside again, furiously-hard.

hips slamming against your ass, making you yelp at the sudden sensation of being stretched. he ruts into you, leaning into your ear. “need you–” thrust. “to–”thrust. “squirt again–” thrust. “cmon, ma”

your lips are quivering, legs shaking, wanting to fall any moment. all you could only muster up were sobs of pleasure, with your hands tightly clenching on the pillow.

he hisses, grabbing your ass. your syrupy walls were taking him so well. he slaps his hand onto one cheek, leaving a flushed mark. “ohh, ‘tis pussy’s singing f’me. you hear ‘dat?” he pulls your hair, making sure you were hearing the melodic noises of your soppy, wet cunt, sousing his cock.

embarrassment rose up to your cheeks, the sounds were so loud and so lewd. “o-oh my, h-hah…”

you didn’t even realise your legs were giving up and enjin wraps his hand around your belly, caressing the bulge that formed every time he pressed his hips against your ass. he was holdng your lower body up, angling it, to go deeper.

sweat built up on both your bodies. the slighty wet strands of enjin’s hair falling down to his forehead as he gripped your ass hard. he throw his head back, teeth gritting. he was getting close and so were you. again. he moves his hand from your ass to rub your pussy clit, rubbing circles on it. “f-fucck, m' gonna cummm.”

the nerves of your clit tingles from overstimulation, another orgasm rushing soon.

“yer’ gonna let me cum in tis’ pussy, yeah?” he slurs, “gon’ let me breed you, like the perfect cockslut you are f’me, huh?” oh. he was sooo pussydrunk.

his pace quickens and your eyes rolls to the back of your head with your mouth hang open, drool seeping out and getting absorbed by the fabric beneath you.

soon enough. he grabs you by your neck, angling your head to kiss you. you gasp and he takes that opportunity to shove his tongue, exploring every part of your mouth as his hips are ramming into you.

your head was spinning, rushing another trembling orgasm into you. you clench around his swollen cock, already coming. clear liquid splashing on his thighs and everywhere else – then with one last deep thrust, he’s groaning into your mouth. filling you up with his hot, thick ropes of cum, painting your velvety walls white.

he's swallowing all your whines, rutting his hips again in slow, deep thrusts. fucking his semen more deeply into you. you swear you can feel enjin’s warm cum trickle out at the very back of your throat.

he pulls away from your mouth to praise you with a half-lidded gaze, softly peppering your face with kisses. “such a good cockslut.”

he gently puts your lower body down to the mattress, removing his hand from your waist. he slowly pulls out, his cum leaking out of you which makes him suck his teeth at the view.

he spreads your ass with one hand and uses the other to stuff the dripping cum from your clit back into your fucked out cunt. he swears he feels his dick twitch and harden again when your pussy swallows his thick inked finger so lewdly.

“you alright?” you slowly move your head towards enjin, with eyes that failed to stay open and nod.

“good.” enjin has a mischievous smile on his face which you know, he was upto no good. you thought you guys were done. he was done. yeah, you thought. all your light-headedness goes away the moment you realise. “enjin, no—”

he wastes no time on pulling you off the bed and pressing you against the nearest wall, grabbing one of your thighs up and holding it up as he starts rubbing himself against your slit, the leftover cum coating his cock.

“i’m not even close to being done with you yet, princess.” he whispers into your ear in a deep, sultry tone that makes your knees weak and flips your stomach.

you are cursing in your mind. how the fuck does he have so much stamina? WHY the fuck does he have so much stamina? you just knew you had to give up the thought of walking properly tomorrow.

“you’re gon’ be a good girl and take my cock, right?”

“hm, baby?”

and FUCK why was he so good at talking you into it ‘cause you were easily falling into his trap. the way his tone is sooo perfect, making you wet with his just words, you believed that he was born to be a fucking, filthy dirty-talker.

“f-fine, but this is the las—” the moment he hears your approval, he’s driving his cock deep into you. you wince, putting all your weight on the wall-trying to hold onto it for support.

enjin’s fat cock bullies your cervix, each thrust somehow pinpointing each and every highest point of pleasure.

he’s babbling incoherently about his cock, how good it feels, how good you’re taking him. his thrusts are so mean it’s stealing your breath and makes your head loll.

your nails claw helplessly at the wall, sniffling and whimpering. your hands started to sweat, making it harder to stay connected to the wall. you blink up dazedly at him, conscious enough to formulate proper sentences. “enjin, ‘s too much—”

he’s gripping your inner thigh hard. “but look at this cute pussy swallowing me s’well.” he laughs, low and wicked as his cock drives into you again and again. the stretch of your muscles was getting to you—legs starting to get wobbly—knee shuddering and then enjin grabs you.

he wraps both his arms under your thighs, picking you up like you weighted nothing and wrapped your legs around his hip—still connected to you.

you immediately wrap one around around his neck, and the other on his big tatted bicep. stabilising yourself. his bicep was huge, his tricep prominent. he’s so big it fed your size kink like no other.

enjin smiled, watching you feel his muscle and then with no warning—his hands move up to your ass, gripping it hard as he’s rutting harshly into you again.

the moan you let out? absolutely pornographic.

“shiiiit, it feels that good?” he rumbles, thick fingers pressing bruises into your skin.

your lips quivered, “h-aah!—”

his thrusts get messier, sharper and he pants, “fuck, fuck—” you were clamping down on so well, gravity helping you impale deeper onto his dick. not only your pussy was clenching him, your legs wrapped around his hip was squeezing just as hard.

enjin was pounding your cunt so good, shovelling you with every inch of his thickened length, kissing your g-spot that made the nerves tingle just right. he’s driving you soo insane, you were splaying out the sluttiest expression right now. your pupils shape turning into heart eyes.

you rest your head onto his shoulder, whinning as hes drilling his cock into you. and it’s with a few more vulgar thrusts when another orgasm hits you, begging through choked-up sobs.

you hiccup, scratching and digging your nails onto his back. he hisses at the feeling and soon shudders, his mouth forming an 'o' when he feels you squeezing him, milking him. hot spurts of cum, filling you the brim.

another round follows—and then another—you guys go on for who knows—how long. you've lost count of how many times you came that your vision started to darken and your head completely stopped working.

.

.

.

you're fluttering your eyes open, being met with the ceiling. had you fallen asleep? the smell of tobacco infiltrates your nose and you feel something—wet? ...down your—oh. you look down to see enjin's mouth latched to your core, lapping up your insides with his tongue. he held one of your inner thighs while the other was holding his cigarette—which was almost finished-between his index and middle finger. oh what a sight it was. he was soo focused.

you shudder, calling out his name, no louder than a whisper. enjin hums into your pussy, raising his eyes to your surprised face. he pulls out his tongue from your hole and starts toying with your clit. “finally awake, huh?” that confirmed your question. so you did pass out.

you were so extremely sensitive right now. even the weakest flick from his tongue was making you see stars. “thought you wouldn't wake up 'till tomorrow.”

your eyes dart around the room, spotting the lamp on your nightstand turned on. how long had it been? your half-lidded gaze moves to the window—the outside which was bright and luminous was now completely dark.

you gasp when enjin’s slaps your sensitive clit, immediately looking at him, “eyes on me, ‘mama”

the cigarette on his hand was long gone and the bud tossed somewhere—you couldn't care less about.

he starts sticking out his tongue, licking a slow looong stripe of your slick which sent shivers down your spine. “you haven’t squirted on m’tongue yet, princess”

your eyebrows frowned, stuttering as you were pleading him. “p-please enjin, i c-can’t-“

“you can.”

you weren't even sure if you really could, you barely had any energy left in you and your throat was dry due to dehydration making you gulp every now and then.

he locks your thighs around his tattooed arms, lifting them up and burying himself between. enjin latches his fat tongue back on your puffy, overstimulated clit. a sound of satisfaction vibrating deep from his chest.

“fuucck, you're still leaking so much” he pulls back just to admire your hole, gaping with a gush of glistening slick. and next moment, he’s straight up gulping it while making the most lecherous slurping sounds with low, needy moan.

“s’sweet, jus’ so perfect f’me.” enjin didn't even care if he was eating some of his cum. the thought of drinking both of your fluids combined and having you squirt on his tongue was making him go feral.

if there way a feeling ten times more than overstimulation then that’s exactly what you were feeling. the constant suckling, the constant in–and–out of his fat tongue while hitting your g-spot was getting you close and closer to coming.

you throw your head back, shaky hand reaching to grip enjin’s wet, sweat-covered hair. you were literally tearing up as the coil in your stomach was burning.

and oh. he loved it when you tangled your cute fingers into his hair.

“yer’ close, aren’t ya?” he was still latched to your hole when he spoke so the vibration of his voice edged you even more.

breathy moans and curses were the only thing coming out of your mouth. his nose was nudging against your clit so good and his tongue was making your barely opened eyes roll.

you were trying so hard to move your legs but enjin kept them in place no matter what. his grip was so fucking strong. as you feel you high from overstimulation, you try to push him away but he stays unmoved, shoving himself more into your aching hole.

and then—you were gushing over his tongue. repeating his name like a mantra, you cry out, voice breaking as your back arched, whole body trembling. your heart was racing so fast-you were sure, your vision went almost blank again.

his chin was absolutely drenched with your glittery, sweet slick. he was slurpinggg it as if it was the best meal of his life.

enjin puffs out a snicker above your swollen folds—pwah! giving it one last kiss before lifting himself up and crawling to you.

“you were soo good, ‘ma” he pulls on a blanket covering your body. he gently kisses you on your forehead and pecks you on your lips before sitting up.

“let’s get you cleaned up, m’kay?”

a/n . sorry i got carried away

(BONUS)

meanwhile…

——

zanka spots rudo munching on sweets. “yo,”

“have you seen enjin?” he looks around the room, trying to spot the blond man.

“huh? no.” rudo replied, stuffing his face with the various delicacy of sweets.

zanka shouts, gripping his staff. “HEY! don’t eat too much again! or you’ll blow up like a balloon like last time.”

rudo barely nods as he continues stuffing his mouth.

zanka tuts at his reaction and sighs, crossing his arms. “geez, where is this guy?! he told me to meet up with him and he’s the one who doesn’t show up!?”

well about where enjin was and what he was doing… ahem.