★ My Name is Jazzy ★ 27 ★ she/her ★ latina ★ bisexual ★
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synop: You and Yuji have grown very close, yet you haven't truly labeled your relationship. After meeting an old acquaintance, Yuji realizes he holds a more possessive view over you. He decides to show you that you feel the same.
words: 8.1K
includes: moduloyuji x f!reader, curse user! reader, angst, age gap, possessive behavior, making out, sex, smut, forced orgasm, creampie, dirty talk
a/n: I can't get enough of modulo yuji. Gimme that old man rn. This is smutty, so no minors!
After weeks of rain, the weather had dried up. Not a single cloud dotted the sky as the sun warmed your skin. Stepping onto the crosswalk, you let out a small, content hum. A soft smile danced on your lips, a sight that had the man beside you's heart melting. A warm hand found its way to yours, grasping lightly. You turned to look up at Yuji who had an uncharacteristic gentleness in his expression. It was something you had seen before, but only in the privacy of your bedroom or a back alley. He never let himself look so vulnerable in public before. Typically he tended for a solemn expression. One where his lips were pressed tightly together and his eyes looked off into the distance with a steely gaze. However, things had changed between the two of you, which appeared to have translated into his public persona. You didn't know how to feel about that.
When you reached the other side of the street, you glanced at your hand held in his. The sight had your chest buzzing with warmth. This new affection shouldn't have really felt that intense to you. After all, you had been in significantly more intimate moments with the man. Still, this felt different. Like he wanted more… The thought had your stomach tightening. You had confessed your love for each other, but left it at that. Nothing more had been established, and both of you appeared to be okay with that. But it really was just an appearance, at least for you.
The truth was, you did want more with Yuji. You knew that would be asking a lot out of the man, so you just kept it inside. After all, he was significantly older than you and expected to age significantly past your lifetime. There was also the fact that you were a clan leader from another country and would be expected to return within the next two years. This thing, relationship, whatever you labeled it, it wouldn't work. It couldn't work. You had too many expectations and a position to fill. He was a legend that stayed in the shadows to avoid the skeptical eyes of Jujutsu society. So, it was best to just ignore that unfulfilled feeling that would occasionally bloom in your chest. It would go away eventually, you hoped.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Yuji's voice broke you out of your thoughts.
Your attention was brought back to the presence, making your gaze return to your hands held together. His skin against yours felt like a searing heat, that shot a shock through your body. Looking back up at him, you opened your mouth, but you didn't know what to say. Sighing, you shook your head. "It's nothing. Just dazed out for a bit."
"Okay." You could tell he didn't believe you, but he wouldn't press you right now.
You scanned each others' faces, trying to see who could get the proper read first. You still hadn't grown used to Yuji's youthful appearance. Despite understanding why, it always shocked you when you could see the age within his eyes. The sharp jaw, full head of hair, and clear skin couldn't truly mask what he was. Yet, your brain still felt odd at the sight. All at once you could see the truth while also accepting the visible illusion. Despite that, you loved him all the same.
Yuji had his own conflicting feelings surrounding age. He didn't feel like he was wrong for going after you, but did feel odd at times. There was still so much life for you to live, and he felt as if he was stealing that youth from you. You did your best to confirm that your relationship was something you actively wanted and participated in, but Yuji wasn't going to lie about the clear power imbalance between the two of you. He knew you never saw an imbalance because of your status within Jujutsu society, believing that your claim to the head of a clan granted you some type of wisdom or prowess that made you closer to an equal with the man. Deep down, you knew that you were only humoring yourself to come up with an excuse to give yourself permission to accept this. So, you continued to feign ignorance.
"It's a beautiful day." You broke the silence, looking up at Yuji expectantly.
"I thought you liked the rain?" His thumb trailed over the top of your hand.
"I do. But I can still appreciate a sunny day." You titled your head up to catch the warmth on your face and fluttered your eyes shut.
Yuji grinned at the sight. The light illuminated your face with an ethereal glow that had you looking angelic. The content curl of your lips looked so sweet and utterly kissable. When you slowly blinked open, he held back a gasp as the color of your eyes was brightened by the sun. They glimmered with anticipation for the prospect of something new, full of hopefulness. Hopefulness for what, neither of you knew. Yet, it was still there and alluring. He felt as if he could stare at you for days in this state.
Cocking your head to the side, you gave him a confused look. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah." He didn't stop looking at you, entranced by your appearance.
Yuji didn't care that you caught him staring. It was something that he did quite often. Sometimes it was to read you, but most of the time it looked as if he was memorizing you. His eyes always followed a pattern as they trailed over you, like they could scan your information to be permanently marked in his mind. Starting at your eyes, his gaze would sit for a moment, then they would drift to your lips. He would trace the outline of your face, then return to your eyes. Those sparkling irises of yours were colorful pools that he gladly drowned in. They were the most important thing for him to remember, because right now, despite your youth being stripped from you, you still had so much life in them. You didn't know if you wished to question the implications of that notion.
Today you were on a rare outing together. You were in great need of groceries and wanted fresh produce. Lucky for you, there were a few farmers markets to choose from in the city. Since Yuji had become a frequent guest of yours, he asked to tag along. Though you didn't mind it, he felt a little bad for not reciprocating your generosity as a host. He hoped he could make it up to you by assisting in your next grocery run.
"I was thinking of making a curry and a cucumber salad tonight." You said as you reached the entrance to a large farmers market. "Is there anything else you'd like in it?"
"Oh, um, I guess beef for the curry?" Yuji could feel his mouth water at the thought of your cooking.
"Sounds good." You nodded, and internally winced as you felt your stomach tighten again. This felt too domestic, like you were actually a couple living together. Playing house, that's what this was. Behaving as if you were in a true partnership with a future that involved you remaining together.
How silly that a small discussion over dinner plans had your mind rushing away. Each time you were reminded of what you were not, you always turned to the idea of what could be. And each time it had your stomach knotting up. Despite the nausea, you couldn't help but think about it. If you were normal, this would be so easy to handle. You could just be a young person in love, creating a mundane future with your partner.
However, that was a future that could not be. Ultimately, your thoughts would return to the truth. Images of the curses you fought, your cursed technique, the almost fatal injuries you received, the true power Yuji held. All of these were anything but a "normal" lifestyle. Normal for a sorcerer, sure, but you didn't really want that for yourself. Many wanted power, but it was always a battle to maintain it. No rest for the cursed, including yourself. Clenching your fist, you swallowed down the bitter taste at the back of your throat. There was no use in thinking about it. So, you shook yourself off and continued with your tasks.
At the market, you took in the sights and smells. Many people bustled about, some dragging children behind them. Tons of stands lined the streets, all filled with various goods for people to peruse. Lifting your nose, you sniffed out the best produce. Yuji watched you with amusement. He always enjoyed witnessing the skills you had developed with your technique. Oftentimes it was very cute.
"I can smell some really good tomatoes a few stands down." You said, giving the air another whiff.
Following the scent trail, you ended up in front of a large vegetable stand. There was quite the crowd surrounding it, confirming your belief that the stand held fresh items. Peering over people's shoulders, your eyes were drawn to a large pile of bright red tomatoes. Squeezing through the crowd, you were able to reach the produce. Again, Yuji watched as you took your time carefully inspecting the tomatoes. Gently, you held each item in your hand. Sucking in your cheek you scanned them for any major bruising. Eventually you ended up purchasing some and moved on to gather your other ingredients.
"I heard an old lady say something about a stand with good eggplants, I think that could go we–" You suddenly stopped speaking, feeling a cold prickle at the back of your neck.
Beside you, Yuji went stiff as well. Connecting eyes, you had come to the same conclusion. There's a curse nearby. It felt like it was a fairly large one too. Nodding at each other, you made your way to an alley. Once out of sight, you let your ears appear and tails unfurl. In this state, your senses were extremely heightened. Yuji was very good about sensing cursed energy, but with large crowds, you were better at pinpointing exact locations.
"It's not in the market itself." You sniffed the air. "But is heading that way. It's two alleys over." You pointed south.
Yuji took the shorter route to the area while you took the back alleys to keep your technique going. Skittering to a stop, you saw a grotesque, spherical cursed spirit. It was a pulsing purple mass with one large red eye and gaping maw. Slapping his hands together, Yuji shot out a spear of blood. The cursed wheezed out something about "money" before squealing. A red line shot through it then circled back to hit it again. A final hit through its eye had the spirit melting into black ash.
On the opposite side of the alley, Yuji shoved his hands into his pockets. He appeared more irritated than concerned. Though, that didn't really surprise you. While he felt it was his duty to protect non-sorcerers, Yuji didn't particularly enjoy having to do so. Today especially he had wished to stay away from that trouble, hoping to enjoy a rare outing with you.
"Wow, that was fast!" A voice piped up behind you, startling you.
Your body whipped around, tails rearing back to attack any ambush. When you saw the person who spoke, your tails lowered. A young man had his hands up to show he didn't mean ill intent. Taking a closer look at him, you realized he was an acquaintance of yours.
"Tamura?" You quirked a surprised brow.
"Canis!" They gave you a polite bow that you returned. "It's been awhile."
"Yeah. That mission in Harajuku." You felt your skin crawl at the sight of the man. It had been awhile since you had last seen him, and you had hoped to keep it that way. Seemed that fate had other plans.
"Who's this?" Yuji walked up, standing next to you. He felt an unpleasant aura from the man that had arrived.
"Tamura, Kenta, pleased to meet you." The young man gave Yuji a bow, to which he returned as well. "And you are?"
"Niijima, Yuji." You responded quickly before Yuji could, making both of the men give you the side eye.
"It's nice to meet you. Though I've never seen a Niijima use piercing blood before." Kenta raised a brow at you.
"I'm related to the Kamo family on my mother's side." Yuji added. "Though I've never really been part of the clan." Yuji held back a sigh. You knew his disdain toward the bureaucratic bullshit within Jujutsu society, and could feel his irritation radiating off of him. "How do you know each other?" Yuji asked.
"He went to Kyoto while I was at Tokyo. We've been on a couple of missions together. His reversed cursed technique is very strong." You nodded at Kenta.
Kenta walked closer to you, then pat you on the shoulder. "We've been quite the team, haven't we?"
Yuji clocked the physical action, looking to see how you responded. Quickly, you maneuvered to slide his arm off of your shoulder. Yuji held back a snicker as he watched you visibly recoil. While he was glad at your response, he still felt an odd sourness in his gut at the man's physical approach to you. It appeared that Kenta didn't mind, taking the physical rejection on the chin.
"I guess we've worked well together." You paused, remembering why you were in the alleyway in the first place. "Wait, were you here to exorcise that curse?"
"Yeah. My partner ran off somewhere. We couldn't figure out the exact location of its cursed energy." Kenta now acted bold, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to squeeze you in a side hug. "Good thing my favorite fox was here to help." He jostled you around before you pushed off of him.
"Well, I can't take that credit. Yuji was the one to take out the curse. I only sniffed it out." You waved him off.
"But if you didn't find the curse, then he couldn't have stopped it. Don't sell yourself short, Canis." He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving it a pat.
"Yuji could've handled it on his own." Your ears twitched with irritation. Of course Kenta would attempt to shift the conversation that way.
"I'm sure he could." Kenta's hand remained on your shoulder as he glanced up at Yuji. He didn't appear phased when Yuji subtly glowered down at him.
Yuji's jaw ticked as he continued to watch your interaction. Can't this guy take a hint? You were clearly uncomfortable with his physical touch. It had Yuji wondering what missions were like with this guy. He doubted it was pleasant. Yuji knew you could handle things on your own, but damn did he want to step in on this. That sour taste was developing on his tongue the longer this went on. It was a feeling Yuji hadn't felt in a long while, but had recently begun to rear its ugly head ever since you came around.
"Well, we should be off." You said, looking to Yuji. "Lots more groceries to get."
"I see. That's the busy woman I remember." Kenta chuckled. "You have gotten much prettier than I recall though." You felt Kenta's eyes rake over your body, making you internally cringe.
Was that supposed to be flirting? You questioned, brows furrowing with confusion. "Uh, thanks."
"You know me. I'm just an honest guy." He chuckled to himself. "We should hang out some time. Catch up a bit, you know?" He grinned at you, raising his brows expectantly.
"We'll see…" You chuckled awkwardly.
"You did say she was a busy woman." Yuji looked down at Kenta, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
"I'm sure you could carve out some time. Couldn't you?" Kenta stepped even closer to you.
"M-maybe." You felt trapped, you didn't want to be rude, but you also very much did not wish to interact with this creep. He had always been off putting, but this was a bit much. You wondered if he got leveled up a grade and it had gone to his head. Regardless of the reasoning, you were extremely uncomfortable. Yet, diplomacy among other sorcerers had basically been beaten into your brain as the next clan leader, so you felt like you had to be nice.
"Look, kid." Yuji had dealt with this for long enough. Clearly the guy either obtuse, or didn't care about your discomfort. He moved forward, blocking Kenta from approaching you further. "She's not interested."
"And how would you know?" Kenta scoffed. He eyed Yuji up and down, locking his gaze with him. When their eyes connected, an icy chill ran down Kenta's spine. Something was off about this guy.
"Because I'm her boyfriend." He crossed his arms again, giving Kenta a challenging look.
Neither of them could see your reaction to Yuji's words. When Yuji stepped in, you felt a flare of irritation. Now you were taken aback with your eyes wide and cheeks heated. Boyfriend?! Did he really just say that? Yuji was probably just saying that to get Kenta off of your case, right? That had to be it.
"Oh! I didn't know that." Kenta stepped back, feeling himself shiver. He now realized what was so off about the man. His cursed energy output was off the charts. He must've been suppressing it when they first greeted each other. Now it was radiating off of him excessively. "I-I apologize for my forwardness." Kenta didn't know what else to do but bow to Yuji again.
"We appreciate it." Yuji stepped back, wrapping a strong arm around you and pulling you close. "Have a good afternoon." With that, Yuji maneuvered you toward the alley exit.
Before exiting, you dropped your cursed technique. Back on the street, you turned to Yuji. A mix of confusion and irritation furrowed your brow. The man looked at you expectantly, looking like he was ready for you to ream him out. The sight of his patient expression had your irritation spiking. Instead of doing what he expected, you turned around with a huff. "Thanks for helping with the curse." You glanced at him over your shoulder, seeing his jaw tick.
"No need to thank me." He said, sidling up to you. His expression tightened even more when he recognized that your irritation was now directed at him.
"I'm gonna get that eggplant." You said, then sniffed the air for the best stand.
Despite your irritated state, Yuji stayed close to you. When he reached for your hand, you didn't let him take it. He sucked in a breath as you stuck it to your side. Looking at your expression, he felt his stomach sink. Your face was stony as your eyes zeroed in on the item you were looking for. Not a single glance was sent in his direction.
This really shouldn't have mattered to him all that much. You were just frustrated, and you had the right to be. However, he was growing irritated with himself over his feelings regarding your feelings. He was just doing something to help, it wasn't malicious. Sure, you didn't ask for his aid, but what you were doing didn't appear to be working. Of course he was going to step in, you should have known that. You know him, or at least he thought you did.
You were stewing in your own thoughts. Yuji was just helping, you did know that. However, you hated the fact that he felt like he needed to step in. Like you couldn't fight your own social battles. You could, you knew you could. Because he decided to butt in, you felt a weakness within you. Legendary Yuji Itadori had to protect you, and it wasn't even a real battle. It only involved a dumbass from high school that couldn't take no for an answer. And you couldn't muster up the guts to just say it yourself. All because of the stupid bureaucracy of the clans. No wonder Yuji disliked it, you allowed yourself to be weak in order to save face in a conversation.
As quickly as you could, you found the produce you were searching for and purchased it. Right now, you just wanted to get home. Though you had implied an invite to dinner, you were seriously reconsidering it. You had a feeling if you spent more time alone with him your irritation would only grow. The last thing you wanted was to blow up on him. It was best to just keep this festering frustration within you and expel it some way on your own.
While you collected the eggplant, Yuji couldn't help but focus on that sourness brewing inside his gut. He had tried to ignore it, but now it came out in full force. In public, he couldn't help but notice the way others looked at you. He wasn't the only one that saw your ethereal beauty and recognized it as such. With the idea at the forefront of his mind, he saw the many eyes turn toward you, the occasional touch on your forearm as an "apology" for bumping into you, the unexpected greetings from strangers. That damned Kenta had made it apparent for Yuji: he was jealous, but that wasn't all of it, was it? No, it was something else. Something that made him claim that he was your boyfriend. It felt like a childish title, but it was the closest wording he could find to make sure that others recognized you as his.
This wish for possession didn't start today. It had always been there really. Yuji had done a good job at keeping that part of himself tamped down. You giving part of yourself to him was enough. Yet, like the other times, he recognized that it truly wasn't enough for him. It started with accepting that he wanted to have you in some capacity. Then he pulled that confession of love from your lips. But that couldn't keep that ever growing need within himself. He didn't just want to have you, he needed to have you.
As he watched you in the market, Yuji came to an internal conclusion. He was a selfish man. A selfish man that was going to have you. Because he knew that you wanted him too, but your personal convictions and need to satisfy others needs held you back from allowing yourself that privilege. Yuji wasn't just possessive over you when it came to strangers, he wanted to have all of you to himself. The damned Canis clan and Jujutsu society as a whole had your life planned out in a way that would eventually pull you away from him. He realized he couldn't have that. In order for him to be truly selfish, he needed you to be selfish too. He needed you to throw caution to the wind, and let him truly have you.
If age had taught him anything, it was that there really was nothing to lose except for yourself. In the end, those that you loved would fade away. The best thing you could do was allow yourself the freedom to enjoy the experiences while you could. Yuji knew that you too would be one of those many faces that ended up leaving him, he preferred that didn't occur while you were still present on Earth. While you were here, he was going to be selfish with you. He didn't want to make that mistake again. To let others fade before he could ever really be with them.
Neither of you spoke much on your way back to your apartment. In your head you tried to script out a nicer rejection so you could send Yuji home without causing any harm to your relationship. As you stood on the train, you tried to map out various conversations and predict their outcomes. However, it was hard to think with your body pressed against Yuji's. His hand rested on your waist, thumb rubbing soft circles against you that send shivers up your spine.
Reaching your apartment, Yuji helped you carry your groceries inside. When he set them down, he turned to you, ready for your instructions. Looking down, you twiddled your thumbs. Your stomach sank as you tried to form a proper excuse to kick him out.
"I-I think I want to be alone tonight." You said softly. "If that's alright."
"No." Yuji's tone was dark. His body went stiff, lips pressing tightly together.
"What?" You looked up at him with surprise.
"No." Yuji crossed his arms. "I'm not leaving."
"Excuse me?" The nervousness in your voice now turned into a familiar irritation. "You don't really get a say in that, considering this is my place."
"Do you actually want me to leave?" He cocked his head to the side, giving you a challenging stare.
"Yes." You straightened yourself out.
"Why?"
"I-I don't know. I just want to be alone."
"I don't think you do." He walked up to you, making you step back slightly.
"You don't know what I think." Your eyes narrowed.
"Yes I do." He smirked as your brows raised. "Tell me the actual reason why you want me to leave."
Sucking on your tongue, your brows furrowed. You hadn't come to a conclusive way to explain why you wanted the man out. Which he clearly knew. Damn, you both loved and hated how well he could read you. It appeared that you would have to go with giving him the truth.
"I'm not particularly happy with you at the moment." You crossed your arms with a huff. "Is that enough?"
"Nope." He chuckled as you shot daggers up at him. "Why aren't you happy with me?"
"Because you decided to speak for me!" You blurted, dropping your arms.
"It looked like you were pretty uncomfortable. I thought I should step in."
"You thought wrong." You shook your head at him. "I was handling it."
"Were you?" Yuji stepped closer to you. "It looked like you were trying to play nice with him."
"I have to keep some decorum with other sorcerers." You huffed incredulously. "I'm representing the clan."
For some reason, he decided to ask a question that would surely make this conversation grow worse. "Is that why you lied about my name?"
"Seriously?" Your voice had an edge to it.
"Yes. It's not like I'm actively hiding."
"Well, maybe I'm trying to." This conversation likely had to happen sooner or later. While you didn't particularly wished to have it now, it was happening.
"Why?"
"Yuji, you're literally a senior citizen and a Jujutsu legend. If people found out your real identity and knew we were together…"
"You think someone's gonna tattle on you to some higher up in your clan?" He rolled his eyes at you, feeling that sourness grow more intense.
"Yes! That is exactly what would happen!" You hissed. "I'm already on thin ice with the elders. If they found out about this…" You motioned between yourself and Yuji.
"What could they do? You're the leader."
"I still have rules to follow!"
"Like what?"
"For one, I'm technically not supposed to be dating anyone at all. My mother is supposed to arrange a spouse for me." You shivered at the thought.
"You still haven't told me what the consequences of these supposed sins are." Yuji's expression was stern and unconvinced.
"Just because you don't care about what happens among sorcerers doesn't mean that I'm not affected."
"Or maybe you're just allowing it to happen."
Clenching your fists, your fingers bit into your palms. Your mind raced at the thought of what would happen back home if people learned of your affairs. Yuji was somewhat right, there weren't any material consequences. No one could actually take the seat of the Canis head from you since you held the cursed fox spirit. However, there could easily be social consequences. Your clan held a lot of power within Jujutsu society in your home country, if you stepped out of line the other clans could try to usurp that power through slander and undermining your authority due to your lack of adherence to tradition.
Though Yuji had been explicit in his disdain for the system within Jujutsu society, he wasn't an idiot. He definitely knew there were social consequences. It seemed that he didn't really care about those either. It reminded you of the way your grandmother spoke of Satoru Gojo. His prowess made him invincible when it came to Jujutsu politics. It was the same for Yuji. No one could feasibly stop him from doing as he wished. Did he think that was granted to you as well? Or maybe he thought that his own power could make it so none of the structures in your world actually mattered. If you were with him, you had his power too.
Shaking you head, you scoffed at yourself. Absolutely not. You couldn't accept that. You had duties to fulfill, you couldn't have him assist you like that. No.
" I just do what I'm told. That's how it's always been." You shook your head with a sigh. "You said it yourself, we're just cogs in a machine. I just happen to be a large one that keeps others turning."
"You don't have to be." Yuji said, looking at you with a knowing sadness. "And you know that." He gently cupped your cheek. "You're just scared to try."
Your eyes shifted away from his gaze, he was right. Of course he was, that was never a surprise. "I just don't know how to start." You muttered.
"You could start by being with me." He offered with a small smile, but it made your stomach sink.
"Oh. I see." You scoffed at yourself. He had confirmed your conclusion about his power. Ultimately, this is what he wanted out of you.
"What?" Yuji was taken aback by the sudden shift in your demeanor.
"You just want me to yourself." You sighed. "And you want me to use you to get me out of my responsibilities. Because it's easier to force your way into what you want, isn't it?"
"That's not–"
"Then what is it? Sure, I know you don't care much for the system within Jujutsu society, but did you think that I would just fall into that mindset too?"
"I want you to think about yourself for once." Yuji's gaze had grown cold and steely. You could feel his power reverberating off of him as his hand roughly grabbed your chin. Part of you thought you should feel terrified, but instead you felt a thrilling rush flow through you. "I know you want things too. You're just too concerned about literally anyone else to actually care to want them."
"Is that why you called yourself my 'boyfriend?'" You knew that you were deflecting. "Because you thought that's what I want?"
"No. I did it to get that guy off of your ass. I had a feeling he would respect that you were taken." Yuji's teeth were bared, sending another thrill through you.
"So you want to take me?" You looked up at him through your lashes.
"Yes." Yuji wasn't going to allow you to push back against this. You were going to admit what you wanted one way or another, and you knew he would manage to pull it from you. "And I know you want me to have you. Just like I want you to have me."
"I want you to go home, Yuji." You lied through your teeth. Oh how badly you wished for him to stay, to force you to do something about the situation that you had allowed yourself to remain in.
"And I told you I won't be." Yuji ripped you up to face him, the grip of his hand had your chin aching. His breathing had grown labored, fanning your face in a tempting warmth. "Do you need me to show you what you want?" He spoke lowly, but there was a tenderness in his eyes. Just like those other times, he was willing to teach you. However, he wasn't going to do it without your permission.
"Do what you want." Your eyes glimmered with that hope that Yuji loved to see.
Yuji's kiss was searing hot against your lips. It didn't matter how hard he was gripping your face when you could taste the desperation on his tongue. Yuji lapped at your tongue, tasting your longing. Together you groaned at each other's tastes, tangling together to swallow down the essence of your emotions. You caught your breath then whimpered as Yuji took the opportunity to nip at your lower lip. This wasn't loving in the way that Yuji had loved you before. No, this was something more feral. You and Yuji's base desires that you would drown in together. You were going to take each other, but this taking was satiating a hunger that both of you had pushed away for too long now. He was going to force you to actually be selfish, to claim everything you wanted for yourself.
Yuji's hands moved down your body and lifted your thighs around his waist. His tight grip had you shivering against him. Lips still locked together, he walked you to your bedroom. When he set you onto the bed, he went for your clothes. Easily he ripped off your shirt and your bottoms. He also made away with your underwear to leave you bare. The only article he removed was his shirt, revealing his extremely toned torso that was littered with scars. As always, you loved the sight, your eyes drinking in the broad plains of his chest down to the prominent abs above a pink happy trail that led down his pants.
On the bed, he crawled up to you, kissing up your bare stomach and chest til he reached your lips. You moaned as he kissed you hungrily. Once more, his tongue found yours to tangle together. He moved to kiss down your jaw and neck. Along your throat, he lightly sucked and nipped to litter marks over your sensitive skin. You whimpered when he bit on a particularly sensitive area, your body jolting up to press your breasts against his toned chest. His hands roamed over your bare body, stopping at your breasts to grope the soft flesh. His fingers teased at your sensitive nipples, making you moan into his mouth.
One of his hands trailed down your body, landing between your legs. Sliding his fingers through your folds, both of you moaned. Already you were soaked for the man, making it easy for him to slip his fingers in your needy hole. A surprised moan choked out of you at the abrupt intrusion. Eyes wide you looked up at him with a your mouth parted as he fingered your soaked cunt. The sounds of your arousal mixed with moans filled the air. Above you, Yuji's eyes were wild. He locked his gaze with yours, smirking as he watched your body begin to shake.
"You and I both know that your body was mine to take from the start, don't we?" He asked, the low timbre of his voice making you shiver with a whimper.
He was right, and you weren't going to deny it. Already he was making an orgasm brew in your core. A mixture of his actions and your mental acknowledgement of his words made heat flare within you. Pressure was building with each stroke of his fingers. Precise curls against your gummy sweet spot along with swirls of his thumb on your clit had sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. Both of you knew that you could cum at any moment, and Yuji was loving every moment of control he had over you.
"I can make you cum in less than thirty seconds." He purred against your neck before nipping at a sweet spot. "Give it to me."
Your body seized up and your eyes screwed shut as white hot pleasure coursed through your body. Slick sprayed over Yuji's hand, making him hum with a smirk against your neck. His fingers didn't relent, continuing to pummel in and out of your slick pussy. The action prolonged your orgasm, leaving you shivering with overstimulation. It was another demonstration of his taking. Because you loved the way he took, you cried out as you continued to cum. Your pussy fluttered around his fingers as he coaxed more pleasure from your sensitive spot.
"Do you think anyone else could do that?" He asked, looking directly down at you.
"Ah I-I d-don– ah!" You cried out, unsure if you had cum again or your first orgasm was still continuing.
"The answer is 'no.' No one could ever take your body like I can. Do you understand?"
Whimpering, you nodded. Yuji still didn't let up, his fingers continuing to fuck into you. Clicking his tongue, he shook his head at you. "I need to hear you say it."
"N-no!" You squealed as your pussy gushed around his fingers. Pleasure didn't stop blooming in your core as his fingers continued to emphasize his point. Each curl gathered more heat in your center.
"No what?"
"N-no one." You gripped his arm hard, nails biting into his skin. "No one but you, Yuji."
He grinned wildly at you. "That's right."
Ripping another orgasm from you, he watched your pussy in awe. Strangled cries were ripped from your throat as you succumbed to the pleasure. Your slick cunt was still oh so willingly sucking in his digits. It was like your body was begging for him to take you. Who was he to deny you? After all, this wasn't just about him. Yuji needed you to be selfish too.
A sheen of sweat made your skin glimmer as your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Just a couple of orgasms in and your gaze had already glazed over. It was a sight that Yuji would never be used to. His hands softly trailed over your skin, teasing over your breasts and tracing over your sensitive spots. Your body jolted when he found a really good spot that sent chills through you. He had you memorized, every part of you catalogued in his brain. Right now, your beautiful body was so willing to have him, so he needed to take you.
Quickly, he slid off his pants and boxers. His cock stood proud, slapping hard against his stomach. Wasting no time, he crawled over you again. Folding your body over, he notched his cock in your entrance. He didn't move though, staying slightly pressed into you. His thick head sat heavy in your entrance, teasing you with the promise of being filled. Of being taken. Both you and Yuji needed him to take it. Looking up at him, your brows furrowed with frustration. You tried to shuffle your hips, but he gripped them in a strong hold to stop you. He smirked knowingly at you, feeling the entrance of your pussy throb around his tip.
"Tell me how much you need this." He said pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling back for your answer.
"Yuji…" You murmured, turning away from him.
"No." He said lowly as one of his hands grabbed your chin to force you to look at him. "Say it. You need me."
"I-I…" You bit your lip, eyes flitting away then back to connect with his. At the connection, your heart hammered in your chest. A familiar need was swirling in those deep brown irises, but it was hungrier than ever. You wondered if your eyes looked the same. "I need you, Yuji."
Your knees were pressed to your chest as Yuji slid deep inside of you. Both of you moaned at the pleasure that coursed through your bodies at his intrusion. Around his cock your pussy pulsed with the need you just admitted. Yuji gritted his teeth, determining how he should take you. Considering the rate he had already been going, he decided to continue his ruthlessness. In the mean mating press, he began a brutal pace. Fast and deep, he pummeled into your soaked cunt. Each thrust had him hitting that sweet spot deep inside of you. You cried out with each hit of his cock against that gummy spot. Your hands held tightly to his thick biceps to keep a grip on reality. As he took your body as his, your brain grew foggy. It was too much, yet not enough at the same time.
"Fuck…" Yuji groaned. "You've really needed this, haven't you?" His comments along with his cock were really trying to drill his point home.
"You need it too." You somehow managed to keep some semblance of coherence as you were cockdrunk. "I'm not– oh! The only one that wants to take."
"I want to be taken too." Yuji said, pressing a searing kiss to your lips. "But you knew that."
"Always have." You cried out as the wave of a surprise orgasm washed over you.
"That's right." Yuji trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses up your throat.
The unexpected climax was absolutely thrilling, making you drown in ecstasy. Your body shook as his cock precisely hit your sweet spot. Each hit had waves of pleasure coursing through your body that had you shaking and crying out even more. Soft pussy walls fluttered around Yuji's cock as you came.
Take me! Take me! Take me! Your mind called out as you wrapped your arms around Yuji's neck. He continued to brutalize your overstimulated pussy. His lips captured yours in a sloppy kiss. Tongues tangled, then split with a trail of saliva connecting the two of you. A long moan was swallowed by his mouth as he ground his pelvis against you. The friction had your clit rubbing against that delicious happy trail and heat building back up inside of you. With each grind against your sensitive nub, he could feel your pussy clench around his aching cock.
Underneath him, you started moving your hips up to meet his strokes. Your pussy pushed him deeper inside of you, and stroked your clit on those soft pink tufts beneath his naval. He grinned against your lips with a moan, loving how you found your own way to take him in this position. Your cunt was absolutely soaked, your meeting thrusts filled the air with wet slapping sounds interspersed with soft moans and whines. Yuji couldn't stop kissing you, sucking in your bottom lip then tangling your tongues together. He couldn't get enough of the sweetness from your mouth, becoming addicted to the taste.
Kissing down your throat, he buried his face between your breasts. The fluttering of your plush walls indicated another orgasm was nearing its completion. You whimpered, your hips thrusting up faster. He followed your picked up speed, the tip of his cock slamming perfectly into the spot that had you seeing stars. Your fingers clawed into Yuji's back, trailing down to elicit a pleasurable pain that had his cock twitching.
"Fuck. Cum for me again." He thrust harshly into you. "And again." Another thrust that shot pleasure to your core. "And again." He growled, holding himself back from cumming. "No one will ever make you feel like this." His hand slammed down next to your head, providing him leverage to fuck you fast and deep.
It didn't feel like it came from you, but you knew that a scream was ripped from your throat as your body fell over the edge into your climax. Your release squirted against his lower torso and drenched your thighs. Your hips kept thrusting up to match his movements, sliding your clit against his pelvis to shoot more sparks of pleasure through you. As you felt the pleasure fill your being, Yuji moaned as he reached his own release. His cock throbbed hard with each pump of cum deep inside of you. That familiar warmth filling you had you buzzing with pleasure and content as his actions reminded you that you were his.
However, Yuji was far from finished. He pulled out, then flipped your body over with ease, reminding you of his immense strength. Looking over your shoulder, you watched as he slid back into your needy cunt with a groan. When he connected his gaze with yours, your pussy tightened around his cock. That hunger in his eyes seemed to have grown, clearly unsatisfied. You whimpered as he began to move again.
Pulling almost all of the way out, Yuji paused with just his tip inside of you. Suddenly, he slammed deep inside of you. Thrusting forward, your eyes widened as a moan pushed past your lips. Yuji pushed your body down, leaning his weight against your back. Tucking his head in the crook of your neck, he kissed up the column of your throat and nipped at your ear. You mewled, arching your back to feel him angled deep inside of you.
Looking to the side, he spotted a full length mirror on your wall. Grinning to himself, he maneuvered your body to face it. Your face was pushed into your bedsheets, something Yuji decided to rectify. Gripping your hair, he ripped your head up to look at yourself in the mirror. The sight sent a thrill shivering through your body, making your pussy tighten around his cock.
"You like that?" Yuji growled, connecting his gaze with yours in the mirror.
"Mhmm" You lazily nodded in his grip, mouth agape as moans tumbled out.
"You're so beautiful like this." Yuji pulled you up against his chest, giving you a view of his cock pistoning up into your dripping cunt. A mixture of his spend and your essence dripped out of you and coated your inner thighs. "Taking me so well." He growled against your skin. "You look good when you're mine." His hand reached around your throat, his eyes staying locked on yours as he lightly squeezed the sides.
"S-so good…" You groaned as his cock smushed into that gummy sweet spot.
"Yeah?" He breathed against you. "You love being mine, don't you?" His cock pulsed as your plush walls tightened at his words.
"Mhmm." You nodded, blissed out as his hand tightened around your throat.
"Say it." He loosened his grip, letting you suck in a deep breath. "Tell me how much you love being mine."
"S-so much– ah!" Yuji's other hand slid down your body, and slapped your sensitive clit.
"Hmm. What do you love so much?" He grinned as he watched you squirm in his grip, then slapped your pussy again.
"Ah! I– ooh! I l-love being yours!" You squealed as he slapped your overstimulated nub again, feeling on the edge of another orgasm. "Y-yuji!" You gasped as another slap hit you.
"Cum for me." His eyes were glued to your face as you succumbed to your climax.
Your body spasmed as you screamed out from the pure pleasure. Yuji didn't relent, forcing your orgasm to stay intense as he drove his cock deep inside of your cunt. His thick cock pummeled between your plush walls. The tightness had him spilling into you again with a groan. In the mirror, your eyes connected as you came together. It was a euphoria that only he could bring you too, and he knew that information all too well. As his dark gaze remained on yours, his fingers played with your pulsing clit. Swirling around the nub, he forced you to cum on his cock again. You cried out, pussy clenching around his length as he continued to spill hot ropes deep inside of you. Ecstasy flooded your being, the evidence of that pleasure on your face as your expression was blissed out. A swell of pride filled Yuji at the sight.
When you came down from your high, you could feel that Yuji was still hard inside of you. The man's stamina was incredible, and he was ready to keep reminding you of your place. However, when your gaze connected to his hungry one, you wanted to remind him you weren't alone. Turning your head over your shoulder, you captured his lips in a hot kiss. Sliding your tongue over his lower lip, he groaned into your mouth. Pulling back, you smirked.
"You're mine too, you know?" You shakily breathed out.
"I know." Yuji grinned, pressing another hungry kiss to your lips. "I need you to take me too."
Chance and Parker with a plus size homeowner. Worried about her body being too heavy or big for them, in general but definitely in the bedroom. Worried she will literally crush Parker bc he’s lanky. Chance, though he has some weight on him, she still thinks she’s too big to even sit on his lap. maybe some fluff, some sweet words, nsfw if you feel up to writing it! I just would love to see how you wrote insecurities with those two boys… okay that’s all thank you bye!!
To Be Wanted
synop: A random surge of confidence has you purchasing lingerie to wear for your lovers. However, a voice of doubt has you questioning whether they would really want this from you. The men plan to help get your confidence boosted to show you how much they love and want you.
a/n: thank you for the request! This is smutty, no minors!
I hope to write more over the summer and get through my backlog of requests as well as write more chapters for other fics. Hope you enjoy!
Standing in front of the window display, you shuffled awkwardly. Before you stood mannequins of various sizes, one of them was your exact shape. The faceless figure showcased a beautiful piece of lingerie that clung to it in all the right places. It was one of the rare times you could actually visualize yourself in an article of clothing that didn't require guesswork. Your cheeks heated up as you thought about the piece on your body. The lace draped over your torso elegantly as the panties accentuated your lower assets. Nodding to yourself, you decided to take the dive into a frightening territory.
When you left the store with the lingerie in a tiny pink bag, you felt giddy. Never before had you surprised your boyfriends with something like this. You wondered what they would think if you walked in only clad in the new underwear. Again, you felt a blush rise to your face at the thought. Knowing the two of them, they would likely worship you. Falling to their knees to beg you to let them have you. They already did that when you wore your pajamas, to treat them with something special like this…
However, a creeping thought forced its way to the front of your mind. That ever doubting part of you that constantly critiqued everything about yourself. It festered, feeding on your growing concern. The sudden bout of confidence that you had before entering the store had begun to dissipate. Looking back at the window, you caught yourself in the reflection. You couldn't help but compare yourself to the various bodies that passed in front of your reflection. Turning to the bag, your hand tightened on the handles. This was a dumb idea. You admonished yourself.
Part of you contemplated going back into the store to return the item. That would be embarrassing though, immediately coming back after you had just bought the item. Shaking your head, you decided to keep the clothes. For now you could just shove them into the back of your closet and return them within the month.
The drive home felt like a walk of shame. The little bag sat beside you in the passenger seat, now a physical manifestation of the taunting voice in your brain. Tried as you did, it wouldn't shut up. Shoving doubt after doubt into the forefront of your thoughts. Did you really think you pull off wearing something like that? It spat. Don't kid yourself, you know they don't actually want your body. But at least you have a good personality, right? It laughed as you grimaced. Nobody could actually want you. Just accept the truth. Your stomach churned as you pulled into your driveway, nervous to face the men you lived with.
Chance's car was parked in the garage and Parker's bike was hung up, meaning they were both home and waiting for you. You had hoped you had beat them, but alas, you would have to face them. Perhaps you could quickly avoid them questioning your purchase by speeding to your bedroom. That plan was thrown out the window as soon as you saw Chance open the garage door. He smiled brightly at your return, which only made the churning in your gut worsen. Sighing, you dejectedly grabbed the little bag and exited your car. The smile on your boyfriend's face wavered as he saw your dejected state.
"Is everything okay, love?" He asked softly.
"Y-yeah." You nodded, finding yourself unable to look at the man. "Just tired is all."
Chance could tell something was up, but decided not to press unless it became an issue. It wasn't uncommon for you to need some time before opening up about something and he was a patient man. For now, he'd let whatever it was settle in your mind.
"Did you find what you need?" Chance asked, eyeing the bag.
"Yeah. Just needed to restock my panties. Nothing crazy." You clutched to the bag handles tightly, hoping to keep it sealed enough so the insides weren't visible.
"Did I hear you got new panties?" A mop of colorful hair flopped to the side as Parker peeked around the corner of the hallway.
"Yes." You said as you slipped off your shoes.
"Could you maybe try them on for us?" His eyes sparkled as he drank in the image of you, clearly picturing you clad only in your underwear.
"Some other time, Parker. I'm kind of tired." You walked up to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek before heading to your bedroom. He's only saying that to be nice.
While you appreciated your lover's enthusiasm, it also made a pit form in your stomach. Would he really find you attractive? Sure, his imagination could conjure up something enticing, but would the real thing actually live up to that expectation? That voice in your head spoke up: It would be a disappointment for sure. You cringed at yourself, lips curling into a scowl. As much as you wished to admonish it, that voice was correct, wasn't it?
Entering your room, you tried to ignore the vanity, but you couldn't help but look at yourself again. Blinking slowly, your image didn't feel real. You scanned over the reflection as that damned voice continued to attack you. It pointed out all of the flaws you believed you could see. Looking at the bag in your hand, you scoffed. How could you think that you could manage to wear something like this? That was ridiculous. Nobody could actually want you.
Quickly, you made your way to your closet and shoved the bag far into the back of the space. After shutting the door, you turned to your bed. It beckoned for you to just lie down and melt into the covers, to provide a momentary reprieve from the taunting from your mind. So it was decided and you slid onto the mattress. Though you had used being tired as an excuse, it appeared that you were quite exhausted. As soon as your head hit the pillow it was lights out for you.
When you didn't return from the bedroom, Parker and Chance decided to check in on you. Chance softly knocked on the door, but you didn't respond. Peeking around the opening, he saw you tucked into bed. You breathed softly as you slept off the day's troubles. He smiled at the sight of you peacefully sleeping. Parker caught a glimpse of you, feeling his heart warm a little. How was it possible for someone to look so cute even when they slept?
Chance decided to leave you alone and headed to do some work in his office. Left alone in the hall, Parker contemplated his next actions. He recognized the store logo on your bag and was very curious about the contents. Even if you didn't wish to show him the goods right away, he really wanted to know what you purchased. With his mind made up, he quietly slipped into the room and headed toward the closet.
Occasionally glancing at your sleeping form, he began searching through your section of the closet. He couldn't find any new articles among your clothes, but a flash of pink shoved behind some shoes caught his eye. There it was, the elusive underwear. He plucked it up and took a peek inside. Sucking in a breath, he held back a loud gasp at the sight of lace. Pulling out the fabric his eyes widened. So much for "new panties," you were quite the tease. Again, he conjured up an image of you, but he knew that there was no way his mind could truly capture your beauty.
Extremely giddy, Parker slipped out the room and headed to Chance's office. When he entered, Chance was hard at work typing away on his computer. Raising a brow, he watched as Parker skipped toward him. In his hand was the pink bag.
"You won't believe what our love purchased." Parker bit his lip, his cheeks ruddy as he grew more excited about the prospective sexiness.
"Um, new panties? Like she said." Chance didn't appear to want to entertain Parker.
"Hmm, close." Parker pulled out the lingerie, making Chance's eyes widen and cheeks redden. "But I think it's more than 'just panties.'" Parker shook the article in his hands.
"Oh." Chance breathed out, feeling his pants tighten at the sight.
"Right?" Parker bounced on his toes, raring to go and wake you up.
However, Chance realized that Parker had grabbed these when you were asleep. You were clearly skittish about the purchase, and it was now made apparent. Obviously, you didn't want the two of them to know that you had the clothes. While Chance very much wished to see you wear the piece for them, he also knew that it was something that would be a bit out of your comfort zone. The thought alone that you had purchased this made his heart warm. You always were a pleaser, and there had been conversations about spicing things up in the bedroom a bit. It was a sweet gesture regardless if you actually wore it for them or not.
"Parker, you should put it back." As excited as the prospects made him, Chance didn't want to push your boundaries.
"What?" Parker sighed dejectedly.
"She hid the lingerie from us for a reason. I think it's best we respect her privacy."
"I think she was embarrassed." Parker said, eyes pleading with Chance.
"If that's the case, it's especially important we respect her."
Dammit, Parker hated when Chance was right. Sucking on his tongue, he tried to come up with a retort. "But we should show her that she doesn't have anything to be embarrassed about." Parker clenched the fabric in his hand tightly. "Then she'll have no reason to hide this from us."
"We can." Chance held his hands together in front of him. "However, I think that we should encourage that rather than thrusting it upon her."
"I don't get it." Parker pouted. "She's so fucking hot, but somehow can't see it. She bought this sexy little thing, but then doesn't wanna wear it." Dropping his head, Parker shook it with a huff.
"I understand it." Chance said, making Parker look up at him with surprise.
"What?"
"Is that hard to believe?" Chance chuckled lightly.
"Kinda. You're not the insecure type." Parker shrugged.
"It wasn't always like that. Plus, I'm also a man which helps with the physical insecurity stuff. Beauty standard's effects aren't universally equal among the sexes."
"I guess." Parker chewed on his lip in thought. "So how do we give her the confidence to show herself off in this?" He lifted up the lingerie for emphasis.
"I have a few ideas." Chance pushed himself away from the desk, then sauntered up to Parker. He stood close to the man, leaning toward his face. Gently, he pushed a colorful lock of hair behind Parker's ear. "First, we show her how loved she is."
"Uhuh." Parker nodded slowly, face bright red as he looked into Chance's adoring gaze.
"Tender touches." Chance cupped Parker's cheek, then pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Sweet nothings. Like reminding you how much I love you, and how important you are in my life. "
Parker sighed as Chance kissed him gently again. "I love you too…"
"Compliments are good too." Chance slightly pulled away to look at Parker's face. "Have you noticed how gorgeous your eyes are? Like the deep blue of a tide pool. Knowing your wild mind, I'm sure there would be plenty of interesting things to find in there."
"You give odd compliments." Parker chuckled, but still held a dusting of red on his cheeks. "But they still work."
Chance let out a huff of amusement, and continued. "Then we make her feel desired." Suddenly, Parker was dipped in Chance's strong arms. He pressed hot kisses up his throat before nipping his ear. "Do you know how badly I want to take you on this desk right now?" He growled into Parker's skin.
"Oh gosh…" Parker felt his heart rate speed up.
"You know… I think about you all the time. Especially with" Chance said your name lowly, making Parker shiver. "You two look so good together."
"Oh f-fuck, Chance, you better not leave me hanging." Parker breathed out as Chance pulled him back up in a standing position.
"Sorry, P. I think it'd be good to build things up during the week. I'm sure if we do this, our lover will gladly wear this for us." Chance smirked, then kissed a dejected Parker's cheek. "And don't even think about taking care of yourself." Chance shot him a challenging look.
"O-okay." Parker nodded. "I'll go put this back." He pointed at the bag.
"Good boy." Chance kissed him softly, then shooed him off.
Throughout the week, the men made good on their plan. It started with Chance's compliments as he walked in on you making dinner. Wrapping his arms around your middle, he pressed a tender kiss to your cheek. You leaned back against him with a soft sigh. Goodness, he felt good. Humming contently against you, he held you even tighter.
"You're so good to us." Chance mumbled against your skin.
You felt your cheeks heat up at his words. Craning your neck your heart jolted as your eyes connected with his gaze of adoration. Those deep brown eyes sparkled with pure love as he looked at you. Your heart couldn't help but swell at the sight.
"You're exaggerating." You attempted to push back, but Chance wouldn't let you.
"Says the woman that's making us a home-cooked meal after completing a full day of work." He shook his head. "No, you are way too good to us. I love it. I love you." He kissed your cheek again.
"I love you too." You said softly, feeling your heart swell once more.
Parker followed Chance's lead as he joined you in your shared bathroom to get ready for the day. As you groggily brushed your teeth, you could feel Parker's eyes on you. He had paused his own brushing, unable to help himself from staring at you. Spitting toothpaste into the sink, you gave him a quizzical expression.
"Is everything okay?" You asked, worry edged at your voice.
Spitting his own toothpaste out, Parker turned to face you. "Everything is perfect." He sighed dreamily. "You are perfect."
"Oh, stop it!" You waved him off as a familiar rush hit your cheeks.
"I don't think I will." Parker grinned boyishly. "You should know how perfect you are."
"I thought that was my line." Chance teased as he entered the bathroom. "Though he is right, you are perfect."
"Guys…" You muttered, shaking your head. However, you couldn't help but smile softly at their words.
They continued the sweetness. Chance tucking your hair behind your ear with a comment on your beauty. Parker holding and squeezing your hand as you passed each other in the house. Chance would cuddle up tightly in bed with you, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close. Parker left you random notes with compliments and declarations of love scattered around the house. There were many, many cheek kisses followed by a compliment.
Things also got a bit steamier as well. Chance once cornered you in the hall, pressing you up against the wall. His thick warm hands trailed over your body, as his eyes drank in your image. His dark gaze flicked back to connect with yours that had an electric shock hit your heart and shoot straight to your core. Pressing a heated kiss to your lips, he pulled away slightly to ask: "Do you know how badly I want you?" You noticed the prominent bulge in his pants pressed up against your thigh. Yet another spark shot through you, flaring heat in your core.
Before you could respond, he pulled away with a teasing smirk. All he left you with was a caress against your cheek as he sauntered off to his office. You stood against the wall as if you were still pinned in, heart racing and lips tingling with the ghost of his heated kiss.
Parker wasn't as smooth as Chance, but still affected you greatly nonetheless. As you folded laundry together, you felt a familiar heated stare in your direction. You stopped folding a shirt, turning to look at him. His eyes were filled with a lustful hunger, like you were a meal he was desperate to eat. It appeared that's what he wanted, considering the words that came from his mouth: "I want you to sit on my face."
Cheeks flaring red, you stuttered as your brain tried to find words. "Huh?"
"You heard me." He shot you a cocky grin, loving how flustered you were. "I want you to sit on my face. You know, eat you out, cunnilingus, fel–"
"I-I'm aware of what you meant!" You stammered out, eyes flitting away from his gaze. "I just don't want you to get hurt by doing that."
"I won't." Parker said matter-of-fact, as if that was a clear truth. "You shouldn't worry about it." He walked up to you, hands landing on your hips as he pulled you to him.
"Parker…" You muttered, cheeks hot. "As much as that would be nice, let's not kid ourselves."
"Who's kidding themselves?" Parker cocked his head, raising a brow. "I'm not some delicate fairy, you can sit on my face just fine."
"Oh my god!" You let out an awkward chuckle, shaking your head incredulously. "Do you seriously want that?"
"I will beg for it if I have to." He lowered himself to the ground, then crawled up to you. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he kissed up your legs stopping right under your clothed sex.
"Oh, uh…" You let out a shaky breath. "W-well if you're sure–"
"Positive." He interrupted, then nipped at your thigh, making you squeak with surprise. "Absolutely positive."
Sometime later, you found yourself curled up with Chance on the couch as movie droned on in the background. After almost a full week of their compliments, kisses, and teasing, your were buzzing with need. Each touch had your skin on fire. Your body was begging for some form of release. Chance's hand was gently caressing over the side of your body, making you hyper aware of how good it felt when he touched you.
"Parker said you agreed to sit on his face." Chance spoke nonchalantly, staring at the TV.
Your eyes widened, and you turned to look at him. Mouth dry, you found yourself in a flustered position once again.
"Well?" Chance asked, his hand stopping at your waist to give it a teasing squeeze.
"H-he might've." You said quietly.
"Only might've?" Chance's voice held an amused lilt to it. He sure loved having a bit of power over you.
"Okay…" You sighed. "I agreed to it."
"Agreed to what?" He grinned, looking at you expectantly.
"Chance…" You grumbled, knowing exactly what he was doing. Yet, you still felt a thrill rush through you.
"Just tell me."
"I agreed to sit on his face." You said, letting out a harsh breath.
"Was that so hard?" He chuckled as you nodded. "Well, since you're granting him a request, maybe you could do something for me as well?"
"That depends." You were now well aware of the way his hand was moving down your stomach, flaring up heat in your core.
"On what?"
"What is it that you want?"
"Hmm…" He pretended to think, knowing full well what he was going to ask. "I want you to ride me."
"Really?" You pushed yourself up slightly, looking him straight in the eye.
"Yeah. I think it'd be hot." He smirked as he watched your squirm under his heated gaze.
"I don't know about that."
"I do. And I know it'd be hot." He wasn't going to let you get out of this easily.
"Okay." Your words had his brows raising with surprise. "It's only fair since I agreed to Parker's."
"Whoa." Chance removed his hand from you. "I don't want you to feel pressured into this. I want you to want it too."
"I do!" You felt an icy jab of fear, as if you had done something wrong. "I just don't want to hurt you guys." You sat up, curling your arms around yourself protectively. "I've always wanted to do that kind of stuff with you, I'm just afraid that I'm too big for you guys."
Chance looked over himself, and gave you a confused look. "You know I bench significantly more than you weigh, right? Also, I'm not one to be questioning 'bigness.'" He pointedly looked at his softer gut then looked back at you. "Love, we can take you."
"Even Parker?" You questioned.
"Especially Parker. He looks like a beanpole, but even he can toss me around if he wishes." Chance stifled a groan at the thought of Parker's more feral side. "We've got this."
"Okay." You felt a surge of confidence fill your being, reminding you of your visit to the mall. Nodding to yourself, you made an internal decision to continue to ride this wave of confidence. "Maybe we could try things out this weekend?" You bit your lip as hope sparkled in your eyes.
"Sounds like a plan, beautiful." Chance smiled as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.
Surprisingly, you managed to keep that confidence at the forefront of your mind. Through the rest of the week, you felt yourself standing a bit straighter, smiling brighter, feeling a lightness in your chest. You felt good, really good. There was also that extremely pent up and horny part of you that was absolutely begging for you to get your hands on your men. Thankfully, you had reached the weekend.
Deciding to waste no time, you ran to your bedroom as soon as you got home. Parker and Chance were chilling in the living room, surprised to see you fly past them. Sharing a knowing look, the two of them grinned with excitement. They decided to let you get ready, but were just as antsy as you were.
When you entered the bedroom, you locked the door to keep the men in suspense. Quickly, you grabbed the lingerie and put it on. In the mirror you looked over yourself. Instead of disgust, you felt another surge of confidence. The lace accentuated your assets perfectly. You looked so fucking good. Good enough for Parker to eat, and for you to get on top of Chance. No longer did that voice of doubt sound. Instead, your mind was filled with excitement for the events to come. Nodding to yourself, you decided it was time to reveal yourself. Grabbing a silk robe, you covered yourself and headed out of the room.
Slowly you made your way to the living room. Chance and Parker perked up as they heard the bedroom door unlock. They hadn't even seen you yet, but could already feel themselves grow hard with the anticipation. When you entered the living room, you saw they were breathing heavily. In your little robe, they were entranced by your presence.
Making a show out of it, you teasingly slid your hand down your torso to the belt of the robe. Pulling the belt off, you let the robe drop off of your shoulders. The two men were stunned in silence. Their jaws dropped at the reveal, making them look as if they were about to drool at the sight. Heated gazes drank in your image, making the men fully hard. Parker was fidgety, wondering if he should just keep staring at your glory or worship you like the goddess you were. He decided the latter was the most important.
Rushing up from the couch, he surprised you with a deep kiss. Immediately, his tongue found its way to yours, making you whine at his taste. His hands cupped at your lace-clad breasts, his fingers teasing at your nipples through the fabric. Against your lips he groaned as he felt you up.
"Fuck." He breathed out, pulling back slightly to look at you. "You're so beautiful."
"You're perfect." Chance had sauntered up to you, taking up a spot behind you. He kissed up your neck, finding that sweet spot of yours he had memorized.
"Oh." Your eyes fluttered shut as the man began to love on you with their lips and hands.
Chance continued to work at your neck as his strong hands slid down your backside. He cupped your ass, then gave it a cheeky squeeze. Parker kissed down your body, then teased your nipples with his tongue over the lingerie. His hand moved down, cupping over your heated sex before dipping under the waistband of the panties. As his digits slid through your folds, his lips found yours again. He moaned into your mouth as he felt how wet you had already gotten.
"You're soaked." Parker nipped at your lower lip, then pulled back. Putting on a show of his own, he took his fingers and slid them into his mouth. He groaned lowly as he tasted your sweet essence, feeling his cock twitch at the flavor. "Fuck, I need more of you."
"You did say you'd sit on his face, right?" Chance teased with a hot breath before nipping at your ear.
"Uhuh…" You nodded, eyes glazed over in a blissed out daze. Already these men were making your head foggy with their actions. You were absolutely done for when the real pleasure occurred.
"Why don't we take this to the bedroom?" Chance offered, giving Parker a heated look that had the man shivering.
"I like the sound of that." Parker agreed.
Together you quickly moved to your bedroom and clamored onto your large bed. Chance and Parker began to remove the lingerie from your body.
"As much as I love seeing this on you." Chance pulled off the top. "I think I prefer you out of it." He smirked as your breasts jiggled with the removal of the article.
Parker slid off the panties, groaning at the sight of your slicked sex. Your essence connected to the fabric, a line of it snapping as he tugged the article down your legs. When they were off, he pulled them to his face. His tongue darted out to lick off the sweetness soaked on them. He looked directly into your eyes as he lapped it off, groaning at the taste. His actions had heat shooting between your legs. Tossing the panties to the side, he crawled up to you. After pressing a deep kiss to your lips, he pulled back with a wild look in his eyes.
"I need you to sit on my face. Now."
"O-okay." You breathed out, chasing after his lips.
You kissed him deeply, tangling your tongues together. When you pulled back, Parker began to rip his clothes off. Without a care in the world, he stripped down and tossed the clothes to the side. When his boxers were removed, his long hard cock flopped out and smacked against his toned lower belly. The sight had you licking your lips, but Parker tsked at you.
"Nuh uh, sweetheart. Tonight's all about you." He kissed you, then moved to lay at the head of the bed. Leaning on his elbows, he beckoned you forward.
Turning to Chance, you he nodded for you to join Parker. As you crawled over, Chance stripped himself of his clothes, then laid down next to Parker. He bit his lip as he watched you scoot yourself over Parker's face. Looking up at your dripping heat, Parker whined and bit his lip. God, every part of you was utterly gorgeous.
As you hovered over Parker, you nervously sucked on your cheek. Now that you were in this position, you were beginning to have some doubts. "Parker I don– Oh!" Your beginning protests were immediately cut off as Parker wrapped his arms around your thighs and forced your pussy down onto his mouth.
His tongue swiped up your cunt, your sweet flavor making him moan against you. The lick and vibrations had you moaning as well. You gripped onto the headboard tightly as you felt your legs grow shaky as Parker began to eat you out with fervor. He was like a starved man, his tongue licking up as much of your essence as he could and his mouth suckled at your swollen clit. You cried out as his tongue thinned to flick at the sensitive nub, heat shooting to your core.
Beside you, Chance wrapped his hand around his thick cock as he watched Parker eat you out. He focused on the blissed out look on your face as Parker brought you pure pleasure. The sight alone had Chance wanting to cum, but he held himself back slightly. Thumbing the underside of the head of his cock, Chance groaned. Your sweet moans had his sensitive sex craving more. However, he could wait. Especially considering he got to see you come undone on his other lover's face.
Unconsciously, your hips moved with Parker's licks to chase your growing high. Parker was loving every part of this. He so desperately wanted you to use his mouth to give you the pleasure that you deserved. His cock twitched as he licked and slurped against your sex. Fuck, he wanted you to cum on his face so badly. This was a dream come true, he needed to pinch himself to remind him that this was real.
You cried out at a harsh suck against your clit. Pleasure had that heat growing even hotter in your core. Dropping your head, you looked between your legs. The top portion of Parker's face was slightly visible. Your eyes connected with his, and you moaned shakily at the sight. That insatiable hunger of his swirled in his irises as he sped up his ministrations against your sex.
The heat was nearing its peak. You could feel yourself reaching a climax faster than you ever had before. Parker noticed it as well, smirking against your cunt as his tongue relentlessly flicked against your clit. Each flick shot a spark to the burning embers within you. A final flick had you toppling over the edge. Throwing your head back, you cried out in ecstasy. White hot pleasure coursed through you, making your legs tighten around Parker's head. Sobs escaped your mouth as your hips thrust against his mouth. Parker didn't relent, continuing to lick at your sex with a goal in mind. Suddenly, you found yourself thrusting forward to hold onto the headboard as your body shook with a surprise orgasm. Beneath you, Parker moaned as your pussy squirted against his mouth. His tongue worked away at you slowly as your body came down from its incredible high. Broken moans were interspersed with sobs as the aftershocks of pleasure pulsed within your body.
When you came down, your chest heaved with harsh breaths. Blinking slowly, the man between your legs face became clear in your vision. He was grinning up at you, slick covering the lower half of his face. He kissed your inner thigh, making you whimper.
"You taste so fucking good." He purred against your skin. "I could go for some more…" He kissed your other thigh. "But I'll let Chance have his turn."
At the mention of his name, you noticed the man had crawled up behind you. His hands slid up your torso, cupping your breasts. Thick fingers teased at your pebbled nipples, making you whine. Parker slid out from under you, and Chance quickly turned your body around to face him. Cupping your face, he pressed a deep kiss to your lips. You moaned into his mouth, giving him easy access to slide his tongue against yours. Turning your heads, you kissed passionately as your hands roamed each other's bodies. Your hand found Chance's hard cock, its heat seared against your hand as you wrapped around the thick shaft. After giving it a few tugs, you pulled back from Chance. He shared that same hunger that Parker had, making you shiver.
Though you had just received an earth-shattering orgasm, your pussy fluttered at the thought of taking Chance next. He leaned back, his cock standing proud. Looking at you, Chance raised an expectant brow. Considering Parker was more than capable of handling you, there was no more worry about your size. Your heart swelled at the thought of the men wanting you like this, sending you another surge of confidence. Chance smiled as you crawled toward him. You kissed him softly, feeling yourself smile against his lips.
Settling on top, you decided to be a tease. Your pussy slid over his cock, letting the head catch at your entrance, but not taking him fully. He groaned, grabbing at your hips. When you tried the move again, he stopped you from moving. Thrusting up, he filled you up in one go. The tip of his cock hit right into that gummy sweet spot of yours, making you choke out a moan. You looked down at the man with surprise. He shot you a cocky grin and chuckled.
"I told you I bench more than you weigh. I can take you easily sweetheart." His smirk vanished as soon as you began to move on top of him. His eyes rolling back as he felt your plush walls suck in his thick length.
"And I thought that you wanted me to be on top." You purred against his lips. "Doesn't that mean I should be in control." You smirked as he let out a strangled moan.
His hands held onto your hips as you rode him. Each slide up and down had his cock pistoning perfectly into your sweet spot. Delicious friction was provided to your clit through Chance's dark happy trail, making you whine. Parker had certainly overstimulated your pussy, but your body still wanted more. The external and internal pleasure had heat blooming in your core once more. Every spark had your pussy walls fluttering around Chance's cock, making him moan. His own climax was nearing as he had his own dreams come true.
As you rode him, Chance was burning the sight into his memory. The way your breasts bounced, the way your mouth hung open as a stream of moans escaped past your lips, the feeling of your plush thighs flexing against his. He could get used to seeing this sight more often. As if he wasn't already addicted to it.
Parker was also enjoying the view. Tugging at his neglected cock, he watched your pussy suck in Chance's thick cock. Both you and Chance were in fucked out states. Though your eyes were glazed over they were also still filled with adoration as you made love. Parker felt his chest warm at the sight while his cock also twitched. Damn, it was so hot to watch the two of you in love. Biting his lip, he followed the speed of your hips, hoping he would get the opportunity to have you ride him.
"Fuck, you're perfect." Chance groaned, trying to hold back his orgasm. He desperately wanted you to cum on his cock.
"Ch-chance!" You cried out, feeling you so close to the edge of your climax.
"I know. Cum for me, love." Chance bit his lip as he watched you come undone on top of him.
At his words, your pussy clamped around his cock. Both of you moaned as orgasms wracked through your bodies. You shook with ecstasy as intense pleasure exploded from your core. Eyes shut tight, you felt your pussy pulsing from the euphoric feeling. These orgasms were unlike anything you had ever experienced before. The mix of sensuality and pure love had you in absolute bliss, the closest thing to heaven on earth you could imagine experiencing. Chance was right with you as his cock filled your fluttering cunt with hot ropes of cum. He didn't realize he could cum this hard as his cock throbbed with pleasure. Throwing his head back, he groaned as the shocks of his climax shot through him.
Next to you, Parker came as he watched you and Chance reach your shared climax. Parker couldn't find the words to describe how beautiful you looked as you allowed the pleasure to wash over your being. The sight has his cock twitching and covering his hand with his spend. He moaned, still pumping his length as his gaze darted between you and Chance as you felt that pure euphoria fill your beings.
When you came down, you planted your hands beside Chance's head. You grinned, face still showing you were blissed out. After receiving those intense orgasms, you felt yourself grow very weary. Chance noticed your tired state, and cupped your face lovingly. Wrapping his arms around you, he helped you relax your body against his. You sighed contently, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
"That was amazing." He said then kissed the top of your head.
"I've never like that before…" You murmured.
"Me neither." Chance and Parker said at the same time, making Chance turn to look at his other partner.
"Really?" Chance asked.
"Really." Parker nodded.
After resting for a moment, you lifted off of Chance to lay down beside him. Your partners helped clean you up and got you some water as you felt like you could barely move at the moment. Once you were well taken care of, they joined you on the bed. You all shared soft kisses and sweet nothings as they caressed your body lovingly.
"Thank you." Parker said, then kissed your lips gently.
"I should be the one thanking you guys." You turned your head to each side to acknowledge the both of them.
"Why's that? You were the one that did what we asked." Chance raised a brow.
"Well, if you hadn't…" You looked over at the vanity. Though you couldn't currently see your reflection, you still remembered the way you felt when you dressed up for them. "I haven't felt this good about myself since…" You paused, chewing on your lip. "Since ever, really."
"I'm sorry, love." Chance cupped your cheek, making you look at him. His eyes were sad, brows furrowed with personal frustration. "If I had known–"
You shut him up with a kiss. "It's okay. I know it has been harder to get me to open up. But the way you guys made me feel…" You felt tears welling up in your eyes. "It's one thing to be liked, even loved, but I've never felt so desired before." You looked at them with teary eyes, but had a bright smile on your face. "It just feels so good to be wanted." You wiped away the tears. "So thank you."
Your trio shared a flurry of kisses and "I love yous." You giggled as your lovers peppered you with adoration.
"Well, if you want to know that you're wanted…" Parker bit his lip, a mischievous spark in his eyes. "You should know that I want you to sit on my face again."
"Parker!" Chance tried to admonish him, but couldn't help laughing.
Throwing your head back, you cackled at your partner's audacity. Despite the teasing, you couldn't help but feel that swell in your chest. It sure did feel good to be wanted.
I’M DONE! My first year of my masters program is officially over. After slaving over papers, I’m so glad to get a little bit of a break (I wrote a total of 76 pages of research over the last three weeks). I’ll begin research on my thesis over the summer, but I’ll still have much more time to write fanfic again.
Thank you guys so much for your patience and kind words when I got the chance to write. I’ll be regularly getting fics out starting next week!
My professor canceled class because people’s final projects were flagged for using AI. I’m a bit concerned as this was a creative project which involves the same style I write in fics. I know my works have been scraped by different programs so I’m afraid that I’m “plagiarizing myself.” However, I don’t know if my script was flagged or not. I want to explain this to her, but I REALLY don’t want to have to reveal my ao3 username. I fucking hate AI and it would be super upsetting to be accused of using it. 😭
synop: After you come up with an idea for communication research, you inadvertently turn on your coworker/friend with benefits, Higuruma. Now, whenever you talk to him about your work, he finds himself dealing with a problem. So, he needs some assistance.
words: 6K
includes: higurumaxf!reader, proffesors!au, communication studies, sexual tension, teasing, using com-theory as foreplay, erections, sex, smut, fingering, masturbation, creampie, semi-public sex
a/n: I've got a few more fic ideas for this professors!au. This is smutty, no minors!
Higuruma had a problem. It wasn't a typical problem in the sense it could be easily solved. There was no opportunity to "talk it out," no formulaic solution, no type of bureaucratic interference. No, this was a very personal problem. A problem that you were the cause of. Now, it wasn't a bad problem per say… but it was really starting to inconvenience the man.
Now that you and the law professor had gotten close, you began to visit him more often. Lucky for you, your departments' offices were housed in the same building. Just a hop down to a lower level, and you easily found yourself in room 332. Oftentimes you ended up perched on the corner of his large mahogany desk, legs swinging as you regaled your latest work. Of course, you would give him space to speak on his research pursuits as well. Though, you found that he had grown more quiet lately; allowing you to fill the air with your thought processes.
Higuruma wanted to contribute, really, he did. However, when you opened your mouth to spout whatever intellectual jargon about your work his brain had started going fuzzy. The way you spoke enamored him. As soon as words passed through your lips, he was sinking into the sound. He was paying attention, but that didn't help his predicament as your area of focus was on sex and communication. As you laid out your plans, he cock stirred awake in his nicely pressed pants.
You see, you and Higuruma weren't just coworkers anymore. Ever since that communications conference, you had found yourselves in each others' beds. It wasn't anything serious, more so a way to relieve stress with each other. You enjoyed the company and sex, and stuck to professionalism at work. It was a very nice set-up. At least until things began to bleed together for Higuruma.
It started two weeks ago. You were making out on Higuruma's leather couch, a long-forgotten movie droned in the background as your tongues tangled. Hot kisses pressed down his jaw and his exposed torso. You slid between his legs, reaching for the button and zipper on his pants. Biting his lip, his hand moved to your hair to curl into your locks with a light tug. Eyes dark with hunger, he watched you slip off his pants and boxers to reveal his thick cock. Licking a stripe up the length, he groaned lowly. You sucked him in, the head of his cock popping past your lips.
"You always look so good with your mouth around my cock." He said in a hoarse voice.
Suddenly, you stopped, pulling off of him with eyes shining bright. "That's it!" You exclaimed. Patting his leg, you stood up. "Sorry, but I need to write something down."
Leaving a dumbfounded Higuruma on the couch, you searched through your satchel for a journal and pen. Quickly, you jotted down the thoughts you had. Your lips twisted at the corner of your mouth as you concentrated, lips that the man desperately wanted wrapped around him again. When you were done, you put everything back in your bag, and returned to your partner. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry, again. That couldn't wait though."
"Are you going to share with me how giving head got you intellectually fired up?" He chuckled, attempting to hide the slight irritation in his voice. At least you didn't up and leave him hanging there.
"It wasn't me giving you head that did it." Your hand wrapped around his half-hard cock and pumped up and down. "It was what you said to me…" In your palm, his length had fully hardened again. "I think that dirty talk could be utilized in sexual discourse." You nodded to yourself, then sucked his cock back into your mouth.
Higuruma choked out a moan at the sudden action, his hand shooting for your hair again. You let him control your movements, his eyes rolling back in his head. However, you hadn't finished your thoughts, and Higuruma was still curious. He pulled you off of him. "What could dirty talk be utilized for?" His voice was raspy as he held himself back from fucking into your mouth.
"Well…" You pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, watching it twitch in response. "Perhaps dirty talk could be a way that one engages in the reclamation of agency during sexual acts. We've done work on discourse before and after sex, but what about during? Obviously, topics over ongoing consent have been researched as well, but there's not much on dirty talk." You slid his cock back into your mouth, taking him all the way in. You groaned with content, the vibrations shooting pleasure through his body.
"So, dirty talk is a type of discourse…" He moaned again as you sucked on him.
Pulling off again, you pumped at his cock as you continued. "Yes! And it's one that I think could be studied on it's effectiveness of establishing agency between partners." You kissed up his cock, then teased the tip with your tongue. Around the top, you flattened your tongue to cover as much of the sensitive area as you could.
Higuruma shivered, then asked: "H-how would dirty talk do that?" His question ended with a satisfied sigh as you sucked on his whole length again.
You sucked on his cock for a few bobs, then pulled back to pump at him again. "I think in a multitude of ways. I'd have to look at the different structures of dirty talk, the language used, the various variables situated in context." You hummed thoughtfully. "I think that 'praise' will likely be a form of reaffirming agency." You kitten licked the tip. "For example, the way you told me how good I looked sucking your cock. You were reaching for agency." You swallowed down his cock, feeling it twitch in your throat.
"I-I don't understand." Higuruma's brain was foggy. Your mouth was utterly perfect, and he could feel his balls tightening and begging for release.
"Well, you put yourself in a very vulnerable position by allowing me to fellate you. To overcome that vulnerability, you reminded me that what I was doing was allowed by you. No longer am I just sucking your cock, but I am sucking your cock specifically for you."
"I,— uh…" He groaned, eyes squeezing shut. "I think you might be looking too far into things."
"I think you aren't looking into them far enough."
With that, you finished blowing him. Deep-throating his cock, you bobbed your head repeatedly. Higuruma's grunts and groans filled the living room as he neared closer and closer to the edge. Your tongue dragged up and down on the underside of his cock, making it twitch in your mouth.
"F-fuck! Ah—!" His voice choked.
Lightly, one of your hands squeezed at his balls. He moaned, his hand fisting in your hair as he came. Hot ropes of cum were swallowed down as his thighs twitched with each spray into your mouth.
Releasing his hold on your hair, Higuruma collapsed into the couch with a sigh. He looked up at the ceiling, his body buzzing from the earth-shattering orgasm you gave him. His thighs were still shaking with the aftershocks. Looking down at you, he watched your throat bob as you swallowed his load. He groaned at the sight, his head thrown back as he collapsed on the couch.
You had always been good at giving head, but it had never felt like THAT. He couldn't believe how amazing that was. Like it was a once-in-a-lifetime feat that he didn't know if he would ever experience again. Oh, he really wanted to experience it more.
"I take it that was pretty good?" You gave him a cheeky grin, then kissed his softening cock.
"More than good." He managed to breath out.
That was the night that things changed. Perhaps he should have known that this would happen, considering how amazing you made him feel. It didn't really matter at this point, the damage was done. You and your stupidly sexy voice, and your attractively intelligent mind were a concoction that had Higuruma raring to go. So during your daily visits to his office, you were beginning to make the man go insane.
It wasn't your fault, you didn't know, couldn't know. But damn, he really wanted to blame you. As you spouted on about Foucault and your work on "erotic talk," all he could think about was stuffing his fat cock between those pretty lips. Fuck, you really did look good with your mouth wrapped around him like that.
"So far the work that's been conducted on the topic mostly focused on the 'pleasure' aspect of dirty talk. I think that I could probably do a qualitative analysis of partners that engage in dirty talk to see if pleasure is really all that it is used for." You nodded thoughtfully, looking at Higuruma for input.
Blinking his eyes rapidly, he shook himself out of his daze. "Uh, I believe that would be a good direction to go in." He nodded, feeling sweat prick at his forehead. If you continued going on like this, he would have to take you right on the desk. There was no way he would be able to go on with his day as his aching cock wept in his pants.
"You doin' okay?" You asked, brows furrowing with concern.
"Yeah, sorry." He chuckled awkwardly. "It's been a long day. Lots of midterm essays to grade, and lots of students that are failing to grasp the material."
"Oh, I'm sorry." You gave him an understanding frown. "I guess it's just like that sometimes."
"Yeah. I'll be reworking my lesson plan." He flexed his hand that had a vice-like grip on a pen.
"Well, I'll leave you to it then. Sorry for taking up so much of your time." You were about to head out of his office, but felt a strong hand grab you.
The man had stood up, his eyes connecting with yours with a desperate look. Pulling your toward him, Higuruma cupped your face and kissed you deeply. Eyes widening, you gasped into his mouth. With how soft his lips felt though, you couldn't help but flutter your eyes shut and kiss him back. When you pulled away, you softly sighed.
"Hiromi…" You murmured. "We really shouldn't do that here." As much as you enjoyed that, you attempted to remain somewhat professional at work.
"I know…" He sighed, hanging his head. "It's just been awhile."
"I get it. I'll be free in two weeks though. You're not the only one swamped with midterm grading." You teased, giving him a peck. "So if you could hold out for just a bit longer, we can find some time for each other."
"Of course." He nodded with a soft smile.
When you left, Higuruma locked the door. He practically ran back to his chair to rip down his slacks and underwear. Between his legs he was met with his hard, swollen cock. The tip was an angry red, just begging for the man to finally take care of himself after the torture you had put him through. Gripping his length tightly, he moved his hand up and down. Biting his lip, he stifled groans as he thought about you. The way you spoke, the way you touched him, that pretty mouth. He pictured what he could have done if you had stayed. Sitting you on the desk as he pressed his face into your dripping cunt, his nose rubbing against your clit as he sucked up your essence. Or maybe he wouldn't even attempt the foreplay. Instead, he'd finger you till you were open enough, then he'd push your front down on his desk. He'd shove your panties to the side, free his cock, and just take you then and there. Make you stifle your own moans as he fucked you oh-so deep. You'd be practically crying as he forced his cock right into that gummy sweet spot. And when your pussy would inevitably clamp around him he would—
Biting his hand, Higuruma groaned as his cock covered his hand with his spend. His length twitched against his palm as his climax coursed through him. When he came down from his high, he looked down at the pathetic sight in his hand. God, he was such a pervert. Barely able to get through an intellectual conversation without growing rock hard and desperate.
"Nanami, I have a problem." Higuruma made sure to lock the door to Nanami's office after he entered.
"I thought we agreed to keep the personal outside of work?" He didn't look up from the essay he was grading, a bright red pen in his hand.
"Yes, but the issue is…" He looked up, trying to collect his thoughts. "The personal has unintentionally wormed its way in." Higuruma's voice sounded desperate.
Nanami paused, setting down his pen to look up at the other man. After motioning for Higuruma to sit, he folded his hands in front of him. "What do you mean?"
Higuruma said your name, making Nanami's brow quirk up. "She uh…" Higuruma sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth. "She…"
"Please, spit it out. I have a lot of work to get done." Nanami sighed.
"Fine, fine!" Higuruma waved him off. "She turns me on when she's sharing her research with me."
Pursing his lips, Nanami didn't say anything right away. When he was unable to make eye contact with him, Higuruma realized that Nanami was stifling a laugh. The corners of the typically stoic man's lips were wavering as he tried to hide his grin.
"This isn't funny!" Higuruma exclaimed in exasperation.
"It's a little funny." Nanami chuckled. "You seriously get turned on when she discusses her research?"
"Yes!" Higuruma, tapped his foot anxiously as he wondered if he should share more. "I don't think this would be happening if she didn't talk about it while going down on me."
"What?" Nanami looked at him with wide eyes. "She did not—"
"Not at work!" Higuruma raised his hands up defensively. "She had an epiphany while sucking me off, and explained her thought process."
"Oh…" Nanami shook his head with a soft smile. You certainly were a character. "So whenever she talks to you about her work you get turned on?"
"Pretty much. And she visits me almost every day."
"She does the same for me." Nanami realized. "I should probably pay her a visit instead sometime. Maybe you should do the same if she's frequently going out of her way–"
"That's not the point!" Higuruma groaned, rubbing his hands down his face. "I need to find a way to not be turned on by this."
"Have you tried discussing a different type of research of hers? Perhaps it is just this topic." Nanami offered.
Tapping his chin, Higuruma thought on it. Nanami had a point, the only thing you had been sharing with him lately had been about your current research pursuits. Perhaps he could try switching the topic. "I have not. But I can try!" Higuruma nodded. Yes, this could be the solution. Hopefully.
"Great. Maybe we can try at lunch tomorrow. I offered to take her out, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you came along." Nanami grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"I'm sure you can help me change the topic." Higuruma said, though he had a sinking feeling in his gut.
The next day your trio was sitting outside a local cafe enjoying sandwiches. Nanami was always quite the gentleman, offering to take you out and treat you. He tried to come up with excuses for the more frequent outings, but he was running out of ones that made sense. Lucky for him, he was able to claim you "deserved a treat" for all the work you had put in to grade midterms.
"So, Nanami, do you have anything new on your research?" Higuruma asked. His leg bounced with anticipation. He really wanted to test out Nanami's theory.
"Not too much, no. I have a few students helping me that conducted a few interviews last week. I'll be meeting with them on Friday for their reports." He responded with a knowing glance in Higuruma's direction. Nanami then turned to you. "How are things going for you? Are you still looking to do a qualitative analysis for your sex education and power work?"
Swallowing a bite of your sandwich, you responded. "I am, but I have to write some proposals first. Since I'll be working with adolescents and all. Kinda need to make sure everything is above board. I am excited to see what will turn up though."
"Do you have an idea of what your research questions will be?"
"Yeah!" You nodded enthusiastically. "Right now I've come up with one along the lines of how power modalities are utilized in teen's sexual encounters and the possibility of a connection between sex education and this power." You grinned, buzzing with energy. "I also have been look at some quantitative work conducted outside of the U.S. which is pretty eye-opening."
"Is that so?" Nanami, leaned in with an intrigued expression.
"Yes! It appears that Western influences in online spheres could be contributing to misinformation about sex in other countries. So, this could be a problem across the world and not just the U.S." Your eyes sparkled, a visual representation of the excitement in your mind.
Nanami looked over at Higuruma, then held in a snicker as he took in the man's demeanor. Higuruma was sitting up straight, his lips pursed as he tried to hold himself up. Dammit. It turned out that all discussion of your research turned the man on. There was no way that he would be able to survive this with you. He needed to find a solution to this predicament, and fast.
After lunch, you split off from your trio to get more work done. Nanami and Higuruma locked themselves in Nanami's office again. Nanami smirked as Higuruma let out a sigh of relief. He plopped into the chair on the other side of Nanami's desk. Though he was safe from your influence, Higuruma still appeared tensed up. He was hunched over, chewing on his tongue in frustration.
"Do you understand how hard it is to not just pounce on her when she gets like that?" Higuruma motioned behind him.
"I do." Nanami folded his arms over his chest, giving Higuruma a disapproving look. "It's been that way since I've met her. You just eventually get used to it."
Higuruma's brows raised in surprise. Nanami had never indicated that you had affected him in that way before. Though, it shouldn't be that much of a surprise. The man was pretty tight-lipped about his personal feelings.
"There is no way to get used to that." Higuruma pointed looked down at the outline pressing against his pants.
"I've been managing for years, I'm sure you'll figure it out." Nanami shook his head at the man, then motioned to the door. "If you don't mind, I do have work to get done.
"Right, of course."
Higuruma exited the office and headed back to his own. On his way there, he pondered on his next steps. Of course Nanami would make things seem so easy! He had years to learn how to manage, and he hadn't taken any opportunities to actually get with you. Higuruma had experience with you, it was harder to push sexual notions aside when he knew that he was able to engage with you in a more physical way. Rubbing a hand down his face, he pushed out a long sigh through his nose. Maybe he could distract himself with grading…
The distraction had surprisingly worked, until you decided to drop by. Higuruma hadn't even realized that the work day had officially ended. He focused on pushing through his level 5000 courses to get them out of the way. Knocking at the door pulled him from a relatively well-written essay on copyright law. You opened the door and sauntered in with a soft smile and a coffee.
"I know it's frowned upon to drink caffeine after noon, but I noticed your light was still on and wanted to get you something." You placed the cup on a coaster on his desk.
He looked at the coffee, then up to you. When your gazes connected, his heart stuttered in his chest. You were looking down at him with adoration sparkling in your irises. Higuruma knew that he needed to get you out of this office if he wanted to get any work done. However, he also greatly enjoyed your company. Decisions, decisions…
Thirty minutes later, his coffee had been downed as the two of you chatted. His knee bounced as he forced his cock to stay down as you chattered about your research. The seat was pushed as far under the desk as he could in an attempt to hide his pulsing erection. He remained as polite as possible, nodding along with your words as sweat beaded on his forehead.
"You'd be surprised how much quantitative work has already been done on the subject. At least I was. Really, it wasn't till the last twenty years or so that this type of research had been conducted." You shrugged your shoulders. "I suppose that comes with the territory of the taboo though." You said, then looked at the clock on his office wall. Brows raised, you stuttered out an apology. "S-sorry, Hiromi! I didn't realize how late it had gotten. And I've been talking your ear off as you're trying to get work done." You slid off of his desk, smoothing down your clothes. "I'll get out of your hair."
Higuruma couldn't have that. Not when you had been unintentionally teasing him with your conversation. Not when you were alone in his office after hours. This would be the perfect opportunity, wouldn't it? No one would be n the building, besides a janitor maybe. Regardless, there was a very small chance that the two of you would be caught. Before you reached the door, he managed to step in front of you. Reaching behind him, he locked the door.
Raising your brow, you felt your heart rate speed up. "Hiromi?"
He groaned at the way you said his name. "I'm sorry." His tone didn't seem very apologetic. "I just cannot have you leave yet."
"Oh?" You cocked your head to the side, giving him a challenging look. "And why is that?"
His expression was hard, easily making yours waver. A warm hand cupped your cheek, then pulled you in to slot your lips with his. A plush kiss melded against you, making your eyes flutter shut. While this was nice, it felt pretty inappropriate considering your location. You lightly shoved him away, but he didn't budge. Instead, he pressed an even deeper kiss to your lips. His tongue pushed between your lips to tangle with yours.
When he slightly pulled back for a breath, you took the opportunity to speak. "Hiromi!" You narrowed your eyes at him. "What are you doing?"
"What I should've done the last two weeks you've come into my office." His voice was gruff. "Do you know what you've been doing to me?" He looked at you, then his eyes looked down.
You followed his gaze, your eyes landing on the thick bulge in his pants. "Huh?" With heated cheeks, you gave him a confused look.
"Ever since you came up with your damn research on 'dirty talk.'" He put his fingers into quotes. "You have been driving me crazy."
"I don't understand?" You shook your head, eyes wide.
"Fuck." He groaned. "You don't just lecture a guy when you go down on him and not expect him to get turned on when you do so again." He looked at you pointedly.
Oh. There it was, the look of realization in your eyes. The pieces clicked together now. How the man had been quieter. The way he would tuck himself into his desk so far that it looked uncomfortable. The ever growing hunger in those sharp eyes that seemed to appear more often.
"I'm so sorry, Hiromi. I didn't mean–!"
A finger to your lips shushed you. "I know you didn't, but you have regardless." His hand ran through his hair as he let out an awkward chuckle. "It's been very difficult."
"I'm seriously so sorry!" You squeaked. "What can I do to help? I can stop talking about it…" You chewed on your lip, trying to come up with a solution.
Verbal solutions didn't appear to matter much to Higuruma. Cupping your chin, he pulled your face to his. Lips barely brushing, hot breath fanned over your face. It was a labored breath, an indication that the man was holding himself back. The realization had your heart rate pumping even faster. You shuddered as he moved just slightly closer to brush against your lips. As you soaked in the moment, you realized that it was extremely hot. He had you trapped inside his office, but you wouldn't wish to be anywhere else. Clearly, the man wanted something from you. Though you had promised to keep work and personal life separate, it appeared that you had unintentionally done so. Might as well rectify that in this space, right?
"Let me have you. Right now." He sighed, body shaking. "I don't think I can last two weeks without you." He looked into your eyes with desperation.
Wow, you really did a number on him. Nodding slowly, you spoke. "Okay. You can have me."
He gave you a surprised expression. He had expected there to be a bit more resistance. Not that he was complaining, he would absolutely take this opportunity. Considering his cock was begging for release, he needed to take this opportunity.
"You sure?" He asked, needing to be positive.
"Yes." You nodded again. "It's the least I can do."
With your permission given, Higuruma pulled you in for a deep kiss. Leaning in, you melted into his lips with a content sigh. Tongues met, tangling together with heated breaths swallowed by each other. Higuruma groaned at your taste. In his mind he was thanking you profusely. You didn't know the absolute treat you had given him. With your flavor drowning his senses, he was sure that he needed you. Fuck, you were addictive.
Higuruma didn't want to take his time. His hand reached into your waistband and into your panties. Between your legs, your sex had already accumulated a lot of slick. Feeling the wetness against the pads of his fingers, he groaned. Pulling his hand out, he lifted his fingers to his mouth to give them a long suck. He kept intense eye contact with you as he tasted your essence with a lewd moan. The sight had you letting out a soft whimper, your thighs clenching together at the thought of what was to come. The high-pitched shot straight to his swollen cock, a reminder that he needed to continue.
His fingers returned to your pussy, now moving with purpose and precision. He swirled around your sensitive clit, then dipped his fingers deep inside of your soaked pussy. Your hands flew to his shoulders for leverage as your legs grew shaky. Eyes fluttering shut, you focused on the beginning pleasure. Internal embers flared up, heating your center. Deep against that gummy spot, he curled his fingers just right. It had you seeing stars with a cry of ecstasy. Fuck, how was he so good at this?
When he felt you had been prepared enough, he gave you a quick kiss before moving onto his next task. Flipping your body around, he ripped down your bottoms. Kissing up your neck, he stopped at your ear to speak. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm not going to be gentle." He tugged at your earlobe, making you gasp.
"O-okay." You moaned as he lightly sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck.
With your conformation, he pushed your front onto his desk. Behind you came the sound of his pants zipper, then the shuffling of his clothes. You felt his cock pressed against your ass. It was hot and throbbing, clearly neglected. A bead of precum dripped onto your ass as he rubbed his length against you with a low groan. He really did need this, didn't he?
He didn't let you sit with your thoughts for very long. Your panties were shoved to the side and his cock was notched at your entrance. Pausing, his hands moved to your hips. Fingers flexed as he maintained a small semblance of control. You had no idea what you really had done to him. Before you came around he would have never considered kissing someone in his office, much less take them on his desk. Yet, here he was. A beautiful woman pressed down against the wooden top with her ass pressed against his pelvis.
Any thoughts to leave the situation vanished when you let out a small whimper. Your glistening pussy was pulsing with need as his thick cockhead was stilled inside your entrance. Of course, he would appease your needs. Slowly, he pushed in each inch of his fat cock. When he bottomed out, he stared in awe at the way your cunt was squeezed around him. With him filling you up, you moaned. He groaned as your plush walls fluttered around his length.
"Fuck, I needed this." He breathed out shakily.
Pulling out most of the way, he watched as his cock was coated with your slick. Without warning, he shoved his entire length inside. The tip kissed that deep sweet spot, making you let out a surprised cry. The sound had both of you stiffening. When neither of you heard a person come by, your bodies relaxed with sighs.
Leaning over you, Higuruma pressed his chest to your back. "As much as I love hearing how good I make you feel, I suggest you keep your voice down. Yeah?" His warm breath tickled at your neck.
Nodding, you covered your mouth with your hand. With a hum of approval, Higuruma returned to his original actions. Slowly, he pulled out of you then slammed into you again. This time, your cry was muffled as sparks of pleasure shot through you. The man behind you began a brutal pace, his cock slamming in and out of your perfect cunt. He groaned as he watched your ass ripple with each thrust. He grabbed one of your cheeks, enjoying the way your pussy clamped around him in response.
He leaned over your body again, pressing against you. The position had his cock pistoning even deeper. Precise hits had you moaning into your hand as the heat in your belly grew. He loved the sound of your muffled moans and whines. It was so difficult for you to be quiet. Knowing how well he pleased you had Higuruma's chest filling with pride.
"You feel so good." He murmured into your ear before lightly nipping at it. "It's like you were meant to take my cock." His words had your pussy fluttering around him, making him groan lowly. "You like that?" He purred. "When I tell you how good you are for me?"
Eyes squeezing shut, you muffled out another moan. Your pussy pulsed around his cock, indicating you were nearing your climax. Velvety walls fluttered with each push and pull of his thick length. The tip rammed right into that gummy sweet spot, forcing pleasure to course through your body.
This was such an inappropriate spot, but damn did it send a thrill through you. At any moment someone could walk by and hear how well Higuruma was pleasing you. The hand covering your mouth wasn't providing much of a sound barrier. There was no way someone wouldn't hear the wanton moans being ripped from your lungs with each thrust.
"F-fuck…" Higuruma moaned into your ear as he fucked you deeply. "Thank you." He breathed out, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. "Thank you." He softly moaned again. "You f-feel…mmph!" His cock twitched as you squeezed around him. "You, you feel so good. Thank you…"
Reaching around your body, you felt Higuruma's fingers find your clit. The pads of his fingers circled around your swollen nub. More heat flared within your core, threatening to burst. The man could tell you were right on the cusp of cumming. Your cunt was clenching and releasing around him rapidly. Pumping his cock deep inside of you mixed with the external pleasure from his fingers had your body shaking.
"Cum for me." He groaned through gritted teeth. "I need– ah! I need to feel you!"
Biting on your hand, your body shook with a euphoric ecstasy. Your cry was barely muffled, but you didn't care that much. The heat of pleasure burst in your body, making your pussy clamp down on Higuruma's pulsing cock. Your release gushed out of you, as the wonderful feeling crashed into you. His hips stuttered, fingers digging into your hips as his cock twitched deep inside of you. Hot ropes of cum painted your insides with each jolt of his climax. With his face pressed into your shoulder, he softly moaned as he spurted his release.
As you came down, you released your hand from your mouth. Looking at your palm, you realized you had bitten down a bit too hard. The imprint of your teeth was very prominent and red in your skin. Craning your neck, you made eye contact with Higuruma. Though he had finished, his gaze was still hungry. His chest heaved with labored breaths as he came down from his own high.
Both of you groaned as he pulled out of you. The sight of his spend flowing out of your glistening cunt had his cock twitching. Grabbing a tissue, he helped clean you up before anything landed on his floor. He didn't wish to explain an odd stain on the carpet to a janitor. With you wiped down, you turned around and moved your panties back in place. You shivered as you felt full of his cum.
For a moment, you sat in silence. It had suddenly dawned on you just how bad this situation would look to an outsider. Thankfully, no one seemed to have caught you. However, you wouldn't really know unless someone made a complaint to a higher up. Surely you would have heard footsteps though… hopefully.
Just as you were taking in the risk, a knock sounded from the other side of the office door. Quickly, you shuffled your bottoms back on and attempted to smooth yourself out. Your disheveled hair you had no excuse for, but you could hopefully come up with one on the spot.
Tentatively, Higuruma reached for the handle. He looked at you for any ideas, but you shrugged your shoulders with a wide eyed expression of concern. With a sigh, his fingers flexed before he unlocked and pushed the door open.
The person on the other side had you and Higuruma sighing with relief. Nanami stood before you, an amused expression on his face as he took in your appearances. Looking over his shoulder, he checked to make sure no one was around before entering the office. Higuruma shut and relocked the door after Nanami. None of you spoke, letting the moment sink in. The newly joined member didn't appear irritated or angry, so that was good at least.
"I thought we agreed to keep work and personal life separate?" Nanami's voice held a teasing lilt to it.
"We did…" You began, nervously chewing on your lip.
"I convinced her to help me." Higuruma decided to take the blame.
"But you agreed to it." Nanami looked at you pointedly.
"I did…" You looked away, cheeks burning. "Hiromi just told me about a problem he was dealing with. I just wanted to help."
"Is that so?" Nanami chuckled, the sound shooting straight between your legs.
You nodded.
"Then you wouldn't mind helping me with a problem of my own?"
My local community theater is putting on Come From Away which is one of my favorite musicals. I REALLY want to be a part of it, but I’ll be back in school when the performances are scheduled. It would be me doing the show, grad school work and a grad assistantship for three weeks. Not to mention the dress rehearsals before that. So it’d be more like a month of this pile of work. I think I’m gonna risk it cause I wanna be part of this show SO BAD. I’ll fully make the decision once my classes are chosen for next semester. I think I can make it work.
"Two Bad Bitches at the Same Damn Time": A Critical Analysis of a Threesome (Part 3)
(Professor! Nanami x F! Reader x Professor! Higuruma)
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3
synop: A discussion with Higuruma has you admitting your true wants, and questioning the future.
Events at the conference only further demonstrate your closeness with the men.
Finally, your trio decides to indulge in your pleasures.
words: 12.7K
includes: nanamixf!readerxhiguruma, professors!au, communication studies, sexual tension, teasing, sex, oral sex, making out, cum swallowing, squirting, creampie, anal, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hickeys, smut
a/n: I did it! This is complete and so is my qualifying exam! I hope you enjoy this labor of love. Also, quick disclaimer: the distinguished scholar lecture is only somewhat accurate. I came up with results of this fake study based on inferences from other research. The citations are real, but the study the reader conducted is not!
“Higuruma, why are you following me?” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest as you sped up your pace.
“I’m not following you, I’m looking for a place to get dinner.” He strode up, matching your pace beside you. “What are you doing?”
“Looking for somewhere to get dinner.”
“What a coincidence, we’re looking to do the same thing. Might as well grab something together, yeah?” He nudged you teasingly, making the corners of your scowl slightly curl up.
“I’m heading to po boy place.” You provided him with an implied invitation.
“Po boy?” He quirked a curious brow.
Stopping in your tracks, your head snapped to look at him with shock. “You’ve never had a po boy?”
“I’ve never even heard of them till now.” He shrugged. “I haven’t visited many states outside of California. I’m not as versed in American cuisine as you are.”
“You like seafood?”
“Love it.” He nodded.
“Then I think you’re gonna love po boys.”
Together you and Higuruma walked down the street to a restaurant you visited before. As you made your way, you shared the little history that you knew about the area. Higuruma listened intently, nodding along as you excitedly waved about while chatting. You ended up in front of the restaurant sooner than you expected. Ever the gentleman, Higuruma held the door open as you headed inside.
Savory smells filled the air, making your mouth water and your stomach rumble. Turns out, you hadn’t eaten much since lunch and your starving stomach was reminding you of this blunder. Higuruma followed you up to the counter where you looked up at the chalkboard listing of their po boy options.
“Whatcha thinkin’?” You looked at Higuruma expectantly.
“I’ll take your recommendation.”
“Why don’t we get two and split them so we can try different ones.” You offered.
“Sounds good to me.”
With that, you placed your orders. Just when you were about to pull out some cash, Higuruma beat you to the jump with his card. He smirked when you shot him daggers.
“What? You recommended the place. It’s only fair that I pay.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.” You shook your head.
“Any man worth his salt knows to pay for his lady.” The older man behind the register gave Higuruma a nod of approval.
“Oh, we’re not together.” You said, a little too quickly. Your cheeks heated up, an action that both of the men noticed.
“You sure?” The old man teased.
“Positive.” Your voice cracked a little.
He didn’t press you further, making you let out a sigh of relief. You and Higuruma waited for your food, when he leaned down to ask you something. “What does worth his salt mean?”
Right, idioms were always a learning curve for nonnative-English speakers.
“Oh, just someone who’s good at what they do.” You shrugged.
“Huh.” Higuruma looked up thoughtfully.
This moment reminded you of a similar event. As a communication scholar, Nanami had initially struggled when faced with idioms thrown his way. You recalled complaining about work with him, then needed to actually get back to work. You spouted: “Welp, nose to the grindstone, I suppose.” He gave you an extremely confused expression, making you continue. “You know, get back to working hard.”
Shaking his head, he remained puzzled. “I actually don’t know. You all use so many phrases that mean something other than what has been said.”
“Idioms. That’s what they’re called.”
He nodded, recalling where he had heard the word before.“You all tend to use them quite frequently.”
You looked at him quizzically. “Don’t you have something similar in Japanese?”
“We do. I’m just not used to your versions.”
“Well, if you wanna learn some more I can help you.” You offered.
“I think I would appreciate that.” He nodded, looking up at you with a smile that had butterflies flying around in your stomach.
Back in the restaurant you received your order and snagged a booth. You and Higuruma swapped half of your sandwiches. As quickly as you could, you took a big bite out of yours. A beautiful mix of savory flavors hit your tongue, making you close your eyes and moan with content. Based on the red dusting on Higuruuma’s cheeks, it appeared your display might have been a bit lewder than you had intended. Deciding to ignore it, you moved on and started up conversation.
“How’s yours?” You asked.
“Extremely good. You were right, I do believe I love po boys.” He looked at the item with faux reverence, then took a big chomp for emphasis.
“Nice!”
“How is yours?” He motioned to the sandwich in your hand.
“Super good.” You took your own big bite.
“I could tell.” He teased with a knowing smirk.
“Right…” You decided to ignore that, yet again. “So, did you really only leave to get dinner?”
“I might’ve had…” He looked away briefly, then shot a dark gaze at you. “Ulterior motives.” He spoke lowly, sending a chill down your spine.
“Ulterior motives?” You were feeling a mixture of anxiety and excitement begin to bubble in your stomach.
“I think you should make up with Nanami.” He said it plainly.
“What?” Your anxiety dissipated, replaced with irritation. Your face contorted into a grimace. “Why do you care about that?”
“Because I’m rooming with you, and would rather you not behave like teenagers.” He gave you a challenging look, begging for you to attempt to argue with him.
“T-teenagers? I am not acting like a teenager.”
“Running out and slamming a door because your feelings got hurt isn’t exactly the pinnacle of maturity.” He countered.
“I’m not on trial.” You grumbled.
“I never said you were.” Higuruma sighed, leaning his head back. “I left that life years ago. I’m not trying to relive it.”
That was news to you. He never told you about his time before academia.
Reading your questioning gaze, he expanded. “I wanted to see how I could change things, and find the root of problems within the system.” He eyed you knowingly. “I just believe that you communication scholars should actually communicate.”
“What are you talking about? I communicate just fine.” You had a sinking feeling about where this conversation was heading. It was something you personally didn’t wish to reveal about yourself. “Besides, Nanami was the one that started it with his pissy attitude.”
“And you let that ‘pissy attitude’ get to you.” Higuruma pointed at you. “For someone so hell bent on breaking power structures, you sure do let Nanami’s opinion hold a lot of weight.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m giving him power.” You sucked in a harsh breath, feeling your pulse quicken.
“No?” Higuruma chuckled. “You’re telling me the way that Nanami perceives you doesn’t affect how you interact with him?”
“He’s a colleague I look up to, of course I care about what he says.” Shit. Why did you admit that?
“And that’s the only reason?” Higurma pressed, feeling he was getting closer to what he wanted to hear.
Your eyes darted away from his, letting him know everything he needed to. He had you cornered. So, would you cede and admit, or would you still attempt to plead your case? “Why are you doing this?”
“Why are you still trying to play oblivious? I know you're smarter than that.” There, he saw it, that spark of acknowledgement in your eyes. “You can’t focus your life’s work on sexuality and pretend not to see it.”
“See what?” You knew it was a dumb bluff, and there was no way you could hide the anticipation of your raised brows.
“When somebody wants to fuck you.” It wasn’t accusatory nor lustful, more like, clinical. As if this was a conclusion he had been able to come to through observation. Regardless, it still made you flare with heat.
“Are you saying Nanami wants to fuck me?” At this point, you didn’t even know why you were still enacting this charade. The gig was up, why were you still fighting against it?
“I don’t know. I’m not the expert.”
“I look at the communication surrounding sexuality, not sexuality itself.”
“And what has Nanami been communicating?” His eyes warned you to stop trying to slip away. “I’ve read Burke now, I understand signs.”
“You do realize that you’ve shown me signs as well, right?” Fine, you’d play this game, but you needed to get the upperhand.
“Enlighten me then. What have I communicated to you?” He folded his hands in front of you, leaning forward expectantly.
“You just provided an example.” You motioned toward him. “You leaning forward: the signifier. Interest:the signified. Together they signal that you are interested in what I have to say. And to continue this discourse means that you have identified with me.”
“Identified what?” Higurma smirked, a thrill shivering through him.
“Our shared interest: we want to fuck each other.” This time you were the one that made it sound clinical, as if you and Higuruma weren’t feeling a burning need firing through yourselves.
“But something must be dividing us. Otherwise there wouldn’t be a need to identify.” Higuruma let out a soft huff, his hands now clenched together.
“How we wish to go about enacting this behavior.” Your thighs squeezed as another flare of heat shot up in your core. “You still have qualms about my notions of revoking power. However, if you’re following Burke, then you are aware there are ways in which one is able to resist power.”
“Dramatism. Using the pentad to engage with discourse in such a way that it disrupts order–”
“To break down the hierarchical structure.” You cut him off, finding that you had leaned in quite close to the man over the table. The edge was biting into your ribs, but you didn’t seem to care. Not when those dark sharp eyes were deliciously challenging you. “The scene:”
“A po boy shop at 6 pm in New Orleans. We are both scholars attending a communication conference. I haven’t slept with anyone in over six months.” His voice was low and a tinge desperate.
“I haven’t been laid in five.” You admitted.
“The agent:” He continued.
“Us. Two fairly intelligent individuals.” Your eyes darted to his lips, then back to his eyes.
“Intelligent individuals that are extremely pent up.”
“Speak for yourself.” You scoffed.
“I am.” The desperation in his voice was even thicker.
“The act:” This was the dangerous one. The item that would lead you to fully admitting everything.
“There’s not much of a better way to say it… fucking.” Higuruma said, cringing at himself.
“Agency:” You croaked out.
“I feel like that one is a bit obvious.”
“No, we’re finishing this exercise.” You commanded, shaking your head.
Licking his lips, he nodded. “Very well. Our bodies.” You felt his eyes trail over your frame.
“One more.” Your breathing had grown shallow. The air around you felt like it had disappeared and you were panting for oxygen.
“Purpose.” He said, deciding that you would be the one to answer.
“I know why I’m doing this. Do you?” It was a copout and you knew it. Which is why Higuruma didn’t let it slide.
“Tell me what your purpose is, then I’ll see.”
Looking intensely into his eyes, you continued. “I want you to experience true sexual freedom. One void of power.” Very well, you’d give him what he wanted.
“I-” He didn’t know how to continue, eyes wide at your words. “Um. I guess…” He took a deep breath that he exhaled in a huff. “I guess I would like to experience that.”
The exercise had concluded, but the tension in the air only grew thicker. Neither of you knew what to say next, afraid that it would shatter the moment. Both of you wanted something to come out of this, you needed something to happen. Higuruma was about to speak, but the silence was broken for you.
A large group of young men noisily clambered into the restaurant. Laughter filled the air as they jostled each other. Based on the university logo emblazoned on their outfits, it looked like they were part of some athletics team. Each of them shouted over the other as they attempted to cohesively put in their orders.
Turning your attention back to Higuruma, you saw that he had relaxed back into the booth. Though the moment had passed, his gaze was still heated as ever. You knew this was far from over.
As your interaction had been disrupted, you and Higuruma decided to head back to the hotel. It was chilly outside when you exited, but this time you had a sweater to keep you warm. Higuruma appeared to have good foresight as well, so you chose to stride at a leisurely pace. After sitting in thought for a few minutes, you spoke.
“I want Nanami too.” At this point, there was no reason to hide your feelings any longer.
“I know.” He eyed you from his peripheral. “I was trying to get you to admit that.”
“Really?” You gave him a surprised look.
He chuckled airily. “Yes. It’s pretty easy to tell that your closeness isn’t just business professional platonic.”
“So what if I hadn’t included you?”
“Then I would’ve just encouraged you to go for Nanami. After all, you would just be seeking your pleasure.” He gave you a cheeky smirk.
“So the next question is…”
“You want to ask Nanami to join us.”
“Unless you want me all to yourself?” You teased, nudging him lightly.
He let out an amused huff. “Eventually.”
“Eventually?” You had reached the hotel entrance, stopping in front of the doors.
“Do you think I just want a one and done thing?” He shoved his hands into his pockets, cocking his head to the side. His words had your cheeks heating up.
“I don’t know. Do you?” You felt your heart rate speed up. A pressure tightened in your chest as Higuruma walked toward you.
“I don’t believe once would be enough.” He spoke quietly, eyes soft as he cupped your cheek. “You present quite the challenge.” He leaned his face down to yours. “And I’m wishing to learn more.” He ghosted over your mouth, pausing. Instead of pressing his lips to yours, he gently kissed your cheek. It was a shock against your skin, a teasing buzz that had your brain go fuzzy.
For a moment, you stood there. Both of you were unsure of how to progress. His face was still close enough to kiss, but it didn’t feel right. Not yet, at least.
“We should head inside.” Higuruma nodded towards the entrance.
When you returned to the hotel room, Nanami was already in bed. Just like the previous night, he was shirtless and reading a book. Looking over his glasses, he watched as you and Higuruma entered. Something felt off as you made your way inside. Both of you were too quiet, as if you were trying not to disturb something.
“Did you have a good dinner?” Nanami asked, making you slightly jump.
“Uh, yeah it was fine.” You glanced at Higuruma, then flitted your gaze away.
“Anything interesting happen?” Nanami directed his attention to Higuruma. “Perhaps something occurred?”
Higuruma stood stick straight, but quickly caught himself. With a nonchalant clearing of his throat, he relaxed his shoulders. He shot Nanami a glare, but he didn’t seem to care about Higuruma’s ire.
“Not much happened.” You spoke for the both of you. “We got dinner and chatted.” Suddenly, a spike of irritation shot through you. Grimacing, you felt a bitter taste at the back of your throat that you had managed to swallow earlier. Right, there was a reason why you stormed out of the room. Nanami had yet to absolve himself.
Nanami saw you stiffen, then softly sighed. Time to make amends. Pushing the covers off of himself, he walked up toward you. Your back was to him, as you rummaged through your bag. A warm hand on your shoulder made you slightly jump, then you turned around.
“Yes?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.
“I’m sorry.” He said. “I shouldn’t have said any of that to you. I was behaving… immaturely.”
“Oh.” You blinked up at him, your hardened expression softening. The Nanami you knew had returned. “Thank you.” You should’ve known it would have ended up this easy. Nanami wasn’t one to hold grudges, especially not towards you. Neither of you ever wished to be on each other’s bad side.
You suddenly realized that he was standing in front of you with his torso exposed. You couldn’t help but flit your gaze down, then immediately back to his face. At your sides your hands flexed open and closed as your mind returned to your heated conversation with Higuruma.
He caught the action with an amused smirk. “Are we okay now?”
“Yeah. Yeah.” You sucked in a harsh breath. “We’re good.” The breath was released in a long sigh. “You should put a shirt on.” You looked up at him, cheeks heated.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“N-no.” You stuttered out. “It’s just a bit…” Could you actually explain to him why you were suddenly so awkward?
In his eyes, you spotted a knowing look. Of course he knew, why were you trying to kid yourself? Leaning to the side, you tried to see if you could get Higuruma to join you in this conversation. However, it appeared he had retreated to the restroom. Well shit.
“Nevermind.” You shook your head. “It’s nothing.”
“Is it?” Oh, he really wanted you to continue this.
Swallowing thickly, you nodded. “Yeah.”
“Very well.”
With a nod of acknowledgement, you turned back to rummage around your luggage to get ready for bed. As you reached for your toiletries and pjs, you mentally fought with yourself. Cheeks heated, you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you had actually just shared what was on your mind. Would Nanami agree to it? Higuruma seemed to think so. Plus, he had been right, you had suspected Nanami’s attraction to you for awhile. However, did you really want to risk ruining your professional relationship?
You could tell yourself it was just about the pleasure all you want, it didn’t change the fact that there was more than just the physical attraction between you. Nanami was unlike any man you had met. He had never been intimidated by your intellect, in fact, it felt like he preferred it when you had more knowledge in him. The way he would look up at you when you held deep conversations in his office. Admiration and adoration swirled in those hazel irises as he hummed and nodded along with your words. Those feelings were mutual. He was physically attractive, but what you liked most about him was that fascinating mind of his. Always ready to rhetorically spar with you, making you think of things you hadn’t before. This was a refreshing relationship to say the least.
Higuruma exited the restroom, making your thoughts turn to him. You present quite the challenge. Recalling those words had you shivering. He had certainly grown on you. At first you had been skeptical when Nanami sought out a law professor to aid in his work, but now you were very glad he had done so. Higuruma was also someone that didn’t treat you as lesser than. It was nice to learn from someone outside of your field, and it appeared that he felt the same. Even before he met you, it seemed like he was intrigued by you. You hoped that his work with Nanami wouldn’t end the budding relationship between you. He had confirmed those same wants with you, so you had that to look forward to.
Tonight was your turn to go to bed with Higuruma. After getting ready, you slipped under the covers beside him. On his laptop he was going over his panel notes. He looked at you from the corner of his eye, then returned to his work.
“Getting ready for tomorrow?” You asked.
“Yes.” He typed out a sentence. “I prefer to be thoroughly prepared. It turns out Nanami wasn’t the only researcher that asked a law expert to join them. I’ll need to be sure to fill any gaps the other member doesn’t.” Higuruma’s brow twitched slightly.
“Do you know this person?” You scooted closer to him.
“Yes. They are very…” He pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “Opinionated.”
“Is that the nicer way to put it?” You teased, knowing the feeling all too well.
“Yes. They are a little too nuanced for my taste.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“When it comes to law, yes.” He closed his laptop and set it to the side. Slinking further under the covers, faced you while laying down. “While the law is everchanging, what is currently in place does need to be interpreted in black and white terms at times. There are some pretty explicit laws that aren’t really up for debate.”
“Let me guess, they’re focused on the Constitution.” You gave him a soft amused smile.
“You would be correct. Though they work with all kinds of constitutions, not just federal.”
“So it makes sense that they come at things more interpretively.” You shrugged.
“I suppose.” He didn’t appear convinced, irritation was written on his face at the prospect of dealing with this individual.
“How many people are on the panel?”
“Four.”
“Well, I’m excited to see how it goes.” You felt your eyelids begin to droop.
“I appreciate that.” He felt his chest tighten.
“Of course, Higuruma. You’re good at what you do.”
“You know, you can call me Hiromi.”
“Hmm?” You slowly blinked up at him.
“I just think we’re past the point of formality. Considering…”
Understanding what he alluded to, you nodded with a sleepy yawn. “Okay. Have a goodnight, Hiromi”
“Sleep well.” Higuruma turned off the bedside light.
The next morning you found yourself in a similar position as the previous morning. Blinking awake, you tried to get up but found you had been stopped. Two strong arms were wrapped around your center holding you tightly to the man behind you. His face was tucked into your shoulder, his breath tickling your neck. Your ass was pushed against his crotch. As you tried to move, you felt your backside brush against a hardness through his pj pants. He groaned at the feeling, pulling you even tighter against him. Face red, you stopped moving to figure out how to get out of this the least awkward way. Considering he wasn’t letting you go in his sleep, you’d have to wake him up. Closing your eyes, you took in a long breath then let it out with a sigh.
“Higuruma.” He slightly stirred behind you, clothed cock brushing against your ass again. “Higuruma.” You tried again.
“Hmmm…” He groaned. “It’s too early.”
“Could you let me go?”
“What?” He murmured into your shoulder, nuzzling against you. “Just give me a few minutes.” You felt him relax against you again.
“Hiromi!” You hissed, trying to keep your voice down.
“Huh?” He finally woke up, eyes flying wide as he realized the position you were in. Gently, he pushed off of you. “S-sorry.”
You turned to look at him, meeting a face that was burning red. Chuckling, you shook your head. “You’re fine. You were clearly deep in sleep.”
“Still, I’m sorry. That must’ve been uncomfortable.” He couldn’t look you in the eye.
“I never said it did.” You smiled softly at him, making his face grow even redder.
For someone so confident the previous night, he appeared quite sheepish. Though, his actions during that time had been very intentional. Regardless, you didn’t want him to feel bad.
“I’m gonna go get ready.” You said, pushing yourself out of the bed.
Back at the conference, you and Nitta were in the audience for Higuruma and Nanami’s panel. When they entered the room, you shot them a wave to which they offered nods of acknowledgement to. Their gazes couldn’t help but linger on you for a moment before they turned their attention to the panel moderator. They shook hands, then took their place at the table.
All of the members briefly shared their work, then the moderator began to provide them with questions.
“Your essays all took a critical approach to your work, could you share why you chose to conduct your research this way?” The moderator asked the group.
Clearing his throat, Nanami answered first. “When I shared my qualitative data with a colleague, they recommended I take the approach. If they hadn’t sent me Flores’ work, I don’t think I would have recognized the racial disparities within the county level courthouse careers. Which ultimately could be seen within higher up courts.” Nanami’s gaze connected with yours, a glimmer of appreciation flashing in his eyes. It had your heart warming.
“It just really goes to show the importance of intersectionality within our field.” The moderator nodded, a pleased smile on their face as they moved onto the other panelists.
Later on, Higuruma responded to a question surrounding the analytical aspects. “Oh it was amusing that we chose Burke.” He chuckled, sending a shiver through you. “Our colleague believed that Burke’s work would add to our observations.”
“I find that quite intriguing considering Dr. Nanami’s criticism of Burke on hierarchy.” One of the other panelists added.
“I might have to redact that essay.” Nanami joked, getting a few chuckles from the audience. “I’m kidding. I have talked about how Burke’s work does have merit, but there are many areas where he was lacking. His work that had merit happened to work with our thematic analysis.”
“Which he only realized because of our colleague critiquing his analysis.” Higuruma teased.
“Yes. I’ll give credit when it’s due.” Nanami conceded, locking his gaze with yours again.
Stiffly sitting in the chair, you felt your cheeks heat up. Why did they keep bringing you up? You were nervous enough considering you had to give your lecture, you didn’t want more attention on yourself. Beside you, Nitta noticed your anxious state. With a soft pat on your shoulder, she grounded you.
“You good?” She whispered.
“Yeah.” You exhaled slowly. “Just nervous.”
“Don’t be. You’ll do great.”
Just a few hours later, the moment arrived. As you stood on the side of the stage, you closed your eyes and took in a long deep breath. Everything is fine. You lecture all of the time. This will be no different. Just breathe. Slowly, you blinked your eyes open.
“Let’s give a warm welcome to one of our distinguished scholars!” The MC announced your name enthusiastically.
Taking it as your cue, you headed onstage and were met with loud applause. Due to the bright lights, you couldn’t see into the crowd very much. Squinting your eyes, you attempted to find your friends, but you couldn’t make them out. When you made it to the lectern, you were able to see them. Right in the front row sat Higuruma, Nanami, Nitta, and Igichi. The sight of them sent your heart rate skyrocketing. You thought they would be a comforting presence, but you now realized that they were the people that you wished to impress the most. Taking another deep breath, you attempted to calm your racing heart. After collecting yourself, you began.
“Thank you so much for having me. It is an honor to receive this award.” You gave your quick pleasantries then continued. “Those of you with the schedule likely came here due to the title of my work.” You motioned to the projector screen listing the title of your essay: “I Learned it Online”: The Pedagogical Implications of Adolescent Internet Porn Consumption. You got a good amount of laughs from the crowd. “Anyone that knows me expects my work to be quite jarring. However, I do believe that the research is of great importance. From my research into the current understandings of the topic…” You gave a brief overview of your literature analysis.
Now was the hard part, explaining your findings and defending your conclusions. “What I found through my analysis demonstrated a positive association for the level of online pornography consumption and psychological reactance in the classroom.” You clicked onto the next slide. “As we can see, the majority of students shared that they believed they received most of their sexual education through the internet. Around 53 percent of those respondents found that they received their sexual education specifically through pornography.” You felt your heart rate pick up again as you moved onto your conclusion. In the audience you locked eyes with Higuruma, he gave you a reassuring nod. You slightly nodded, straightening yourself out.
“If students are receiving inaccurate information online and not listening to the information provided to them through their schooling, what are we supposed to do? Previous research showed that improper sex education leads to more teen pregnancies and higher rates of contracting STIs. I recommend two things. First, Ball and Goodboy’s findings show that lack of clarity within lessons are likely to lead to higher psychological reactance within students.” When you stated your citation, you shot a cheeky grin at Nanami. He smirked back, seemingly pleased with himself.
“Therefore, teachers should implement methods which provide full clarity over the subjects they teach. Second, teachers should also utilize agency affirming language. Richards et al. found that messages that reminded people of their autonomy over decisions led to less freedom restoring behaviors. By applying these measures in sexual education, we could possibly curtail the negative effects caused by misinformation from the internet.” You thanked the crowd for listening and were met with loud applause from the entirety of the room.
After your lecture, you were expected to answer questions. The first few were fairly easy, then a mic was given to Nanami. You looked at him, feeling yourself heat up already. He better not–
“You mentioned in your limitations the possible effects of power modalities surrounding sexuality that you were unable to measure as thoroughly as you wished. Do you plan on conducting more research into this?”
Swallowing thickly, you nodded at him. Leaning into the mic, you spoke. “Yes, I plan on conducting a qualitative study on this. I believe that modalities of power are more likely to be found with a more in depth collection of data.”
“So, do you think that power plays a role within this work on sex education and porn usage?”
“Based on the findings I have so far, I do believe that modalities of power do play a role, specifically those of gender. I think it would be ignorant to overlook this aspect that has been found to exist within other sexual communication contexts.”
“Do you think this power could be overcome?” He quirked a challenging brow at you.
Chewing on your tongue, you wondered if you wanted to guess based on your knowledge or admit you didn’t know. Considering where you were, you decided to go for the latter. “Unfortunately I do not have enough evidence to answer either way. You have given me a lot to think about though, thank you.”
Nanami looked pleased with himself. After he handed the mic back to an usher, he folded his arms over his chest. That challenging look remained on his face as you looked at him. Shaking yourself off, you realized that you hadn’t caught the next question. Cheeks heating with embarrassment, you asked. “Apologies, could you ask that again?”
“Higuruma said you had something you wanted to talk about with me.” Nanami’s words made you stop walking.
You decided to get dinner together after the conference. Now, you were making your way back to the hotel. Clenching your fists open and close, you wondered if you could squirm your way out of this one.
“So you do have something to talk about.” Nanami sidled up to you with a knowing look.
“What makes you think that?” Your voice cracked.
“Because you are displaying the signs you are avoiding a conversation.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You wanted me to read Burke. I know how to interpret signs.” His voice held a teasing lilt.
“I–” Your fists clenched again. Why is this so difficult? “Higuruma and I talked.” You turned to face him directly.
“About?”
“Sex.”
“That doesn’t really narrow down the topic, considering your work.” Nanami waited patiently for you to collect your thoughts. He didn’t mind having you take your time. If that’s what helped you reach the proper conclusion, he could be a patient man.
“We talked about having sex.” Chewing on your tongue, you realized there was no way in which this conversation wouldn’t be an extremely awkward one for you. “Us having sex.” You added.
Raising his brows, Nanami let out an amused huff. His eyes trailed over you, attempting to get a read. He didn’t need to analyze much. Your face was burning, a mixture of embarrassment and flusteredness.
“What does this have to do with me?” Nanami wore an amused smirk. “Do you want my blessing?”
“N-no…” You looked away from him, cheeks flaring even hotter. “I wanted you to join us.” You muttered.
“What was that?” The man wasn’t going to let you get what you wanted that easily. Besides, he always enjoyed a challenge.
“You heard me.” You crossed your arms tightly over your chest.
“I didn’t, you were mumbling.” That teasing lilt had returned.
Willing as much courage into your body as you could, you took in a long deep breath. Slowly, you exhaled through your nose. Ultimately, you wanted to end up having this conversation. It forced you to face what you had managed to avoid for so long. So, you should accept this opportunity, right?
With your mind somewhat made up, you looked up at him. “I wanted you to join us.”
“Why?” Again, this wasn’t going to be easy for you.
Holding back a growl of irritation, you pressed on. He was showing you clear signs of interest, he just wanted to tease you. “Because I want to have sex with you.”
Behind you, a loud scoff made you jump with surprise. Whipping your head around you saw an older woman tutting at you. She shook her head as she made her way past you muttering something about “young people” and “decorum.” You watched as she waddled her way to the end of the street before turning the corner.
Nanami snickered at the interaction. “You might want to have a better awareness of your surroundings.”
“Ugh.” You slumped over with a groan. “That really ruined the moment.”
“Mmm, I don’t think so.” He looked up thoughtfully. “It’s quite fitting, actually.”
“So what do you have to say?” You desperately needed to know his response.
“About the sex?” He looked at you expectantly.
“Obviously.” You rolled your eyes.
Looking around, Nanami made sure there was no one else in the area. Leaning down, he whispered into your ear. “I would like to have sex with you too.”
There it was, the words you had been waiting for. They had your body grow hot and itchy. He chuckled as he pulled back, the warm breaths tickling your neck. Goosebumps formed on your arms, making you shiver.
“I see.”
“I’m assuming Higuruma wished for the same?” Nanami ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head at his colleague’s audacity.
“He did.” You nodded.
“Was your decision to sleep with him contingent on me joining in?”
“Are you going to change your mind if I say no?” You bit your lip, worrying your teeth over it nervously.
He only shrugged at your question.
“No. My decision wasn’t contingent on you joining.” You continued your walk back to the hotel. “I’ve been interested in him.”
“Is that so?” Nanami’s voice indicated his curiosity. You had a sneaking suspicion that you were about to be interviewed about your reasons for your attraction toward the other man.
“Yes. He’s very attractive.”
“So you find me attractive too?”
Eyeing him in your peripheral, you caught him watching you intently. Averting your eyes, you tried to ignore the heated gaze burning into your skin. Embers in your core were beginning to flare. He was already starting something, and he knew it. Of course he did. The man could read you like the back of his hand. Now that you had revealed your cards, you had given him everything he needed to work away at you.
“Obviously I do. I don’t want to sleep with people that aren’t attractive to me.” You didn’t look at him, too nervous to meet the intense stare he was surely giving you.
“Who’s more attractive?” You could hear him smirking as he spoke.
“I don’t think either of you is more attractive than the other.” Finally, you mustered up the nerve to look at him. It was a mistake as your heart rate picked up at the sight. He was looking at you intensely, with a hunger.
“Is that so?” His eyes were dark.
“Yes. I find different things attractive about you. I wouldn’t be able to decide.” You shook your head.
“Fair enough.”
You had reached the entrance to the hotel, a scene reminiscent of the previous night. Licking your lips nervously, you shuffled in place. You didn’t know where exactly this was going to go. Was something going to happen tonight?
As if reading your mind, he spoke. “When we get back to the room, what do you think is going to happen?” He was relaxed, willing to wait for your answer. This was it, the final test.
So far you had admitted your attraction and want. Now, it was time to decide whether you were willing to follow through with your wishes. Describing this as just a want seemed like an understatement. No, your body was burning for something. The thought alone was enticing. You didn’t believe you could live with yourself if you didn’t press ahead. A future feeling of dread pushed into the back of your mind. You had to do this. You NEEDED to do this.
“I think…” You trailed, placing a hand on Nanami’s chest. “I want to test out something.”
“And what is that?” His hand placed itself over the one on his chest, shooting sparks through you.
“Do you think we could go about this in a way where no one has power?” You blinked up at him with doe eyes that had him swallowing thickly.
Nanami’s mouth was hot as it pressed against yours. As soon as you entered the room he grabbed your face pulling you in for a deep kiss. His thumbs caressed your cheeks as his tongue pushed between your pliant lips. When your tongues tangled, a low groan reverberated from his chest. Your body shivered at the sound. With his hold on your face, he controlled your movements. Together you cocked your heads side to side, chasing each other’s lips.
“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted this?” He groaned into your mouth, then kissed you before you could answer.
You moaned into his mouth, hands sliding to his chest. Brain fuzzy, your thoughts attempted to muddle themselves into something coherent. You could only think about the fact that the current situation was actually happening. That this heavy kissing would ultimately lead to you exploring each other in ways you had only imagined. The thought alone shot heat between your legs.
Clearing his throat, Higuruma made you and Nanami stop. A string of saliva snapped between you as you turned to give the man your attention. Sitting on the edge of one of the beds, Higuruma looked at the two of you expectantly. A pleased smirk was on his face as he took in the scene before him.
“Don’t mind me. I just wanted to remind you of my presence.” He grinned, already feeling a tightness growing in his pants.
Nanami took the moment you were off guard to go for your throat. Hot open mouthed kisses trailed up the column of your throat. Eyes fluttering shut, you leaned your head back to give him more access. Each press against your sensitive skin had you whining. The man was turning your brain to mush as he searched for your sweet spots. A nip to your ear lobe made you shiver with a moan. He grinned against your skin then returned to planting kisses up and down.
Seeing as Nanami wasn’t stopping anytime soon, Higuruma stood up from his spot. With Nanami occupied with your neck, Higuruma took the opportunity to capture your lips. Though it was less desperate than Nanami, it wasn’t any less passionate. He took his time with you, his tongue languidly sliding into your mouth to meet with yours. That first taste of you had him shuddering with a groan. Expertly, he played with your mouth. Swallowing your moans, he provided you with his own lustful sounds.
Nanami had moved from your neck, now working at pulling your clothes off. Nudging Higuruma off, he ripped your shirt over your head. Helping out, Higuruma pulled down your bottoms. You were left in your bra and panties that “coincidentally” matched with a delicate lace trim.
“You were expecting this.” Nanami spoke his thoughts out loud as he drank in the image.
“Well, Hiromi and I talked about it. I decided to be prepared.” You stood up straight, enjoying the way their eyes raked over your body.
Walking up toward them, you pressed one of your hands on each of their shoulders. Pushing them back, they allowed you to force them onto the bed. Standing in front of them, you planted your hands on your hips.
“So, here’s how this is going to go. We’re going to see how well we can avoid taking power from each other.”
“Isn’t you telling us what to do demonstrating your power over us?” Higuruma leaned back on his elbows, cocking his head with a challenging look.
“I’m laying out the rules. You are free to add them, as long as they don’t override our power experiment.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Okay.” Higuruma tapped his chin in thought. “I’m assuming we can veto any actions someone wishes to take?”
“Yes, of course. Consent is still important in this scenario. If you’re unsure, ask.”
Nanami raised his hand, to which you nodded. “If you are restricting someone’s actions, does that not mean you have power over them?”
“No. As we can all suggest and negate items, we are on equal playing fields. Everything we do is a choice. We follow our pleasure or lack thereof based on what has been offered.” You looked for any confusion, but they understood. “So, how do we wish to begin?”
Nanami offered his hand to you, so you took it. Gently, he coaxed your body closer. You crawled into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. Staring deeply into his eyes, you felt your heart thump hard in your chest. Pulling you in, Nanami kissed you slowly. Swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, he felt your mouth open slightly. Once more, your tongues found each other and tangled up. When your taste, heady and sweet, hit Nanami’s senses again, he groaned lowly. You were absolutely addicting, unlike anything he had experienced before. It saddened him that it took so long to reach this moment. Though he had wished for this moment long ago, he wasn’t going to dwell on the past. Not when you were with him in the present, allowing him access to you in a way that he had only ever dreamed of.
“Fuck.” He breathed against your lips. “You taste good.”
His words had you whining. You chased his lips, needing more of his taste too. Your fingers lightly scraped at the back of his head, making him shudder. Between your legs, you could feel wetness accumulate. Each kiss had heat flooding into your core, your body was begging for more.
Higuruma joined back in, stripping himself of his shirt. Warm hands trailed up your body, reaching around your back to unclasp your bra with surprising ease. You let it fall off of your body, revealing your soft breasts. Higuruma groaned at the sight. His hands cupped at your chest, fingers pinching and teasing at your pebbled nipples. The action had you letting out a surprised squeak that turned into a moan when he attached his mouth to one of your nipples. His tongue swirled around the sensitive nub, making you writhe in Nanami’s hold. Nanami swallowed your whimpers as Higuruma played with your breasts.
Higuruma continued, his hand moved lower down your front. It stopped right above your panties, teasing the lacy trim. Slowly, he dipped his fingers under the band to play with your sex. When his fingers slid between your dripping folds, he let out a desperate sound.
“Fuck.” He breathed out against your shoulder followed by a kiss to your heated skin. “She’s soaked, Kento.” Higuruma’s fingers found your needy clit, drawing circles over it.
Hearing these words, Nanami pulled back. He smirked at the glazed over look in your eyes. You were whining as Higuruma played with your soaked pussy. Looking down, he watched Higuruma’s fingers work at your sex under your panties. The cloth was soaked with your essence, the sight made Nanami groan.
“Let me have a taste.” He looked over your shoulder at Higuruma.
Pulling his hand away, Higuruma offered his fingers to Nanami. You whined at the loss, then moaned at the new sight before you. Fingers shiny with your slick, Higuruma offered them to Nanami. Parting his lips, Nanami accepted the offering. Another addicting flavor hit his tastebuds, making him moan around Higuruma’s fingers. Biting his lip, Higuruma felt his cock twitch as Nanami’s tongue slid between the digits to suck off as much of your essence as he could. When he pulled his hand away, he returned it to the spot between your legs to collect more of your slick.
“You taste wonderful.” Nanami pressed a heated kiss against your lips, his tongue dipping into your mouth made you taste yourself. “Don’t you think so?” He purred.
“I–ah!” You cried out as Higuruma’s thick fingers pressed into your entrance, curling into that spongy spot inside of you. “Hiromi!” You whined, hips jolting as he pressed into the spot harder.
He pulled out of you, making you feel that loss again. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he sucked off your essence with a choked out groan. Nanami was right, you tasted absolutely amazing. He needed more.
“Sit on my face.” Higuruma kissed up your neck then nibbled at one of your sweet spots.
“Huh?” You could barely think, much less process his words.
“Sit on my face, please.” Higuruma’s voice was hot against your throat. It was a desperate plea, making it seem like your pussy would be his salvation. “I need to taste you.”
“O-okay.” You looked to see if Nanami was okay with this move. He nodded for you to continue.
Slipping off his lap, you watched as Higuruma prepared himself. He stripped down his pants and boxers in one motion, revealing his cock. From tip to base, it was extremely thick. The head was flushed red, a bead of precum dripping out. The size had you questioning whether he would be able to fit inside of you. The thought had your cunt clenching around nothing.
Settling himself by the headboard of the bed, Higuruma motioned for you to come over. You slipped off your panties, revealing your glistening pussy. Before you could toss the article, Nanami snatched it from your hands. You gave him a questioning expression before you saw him slide his tongue over the wet patch on the garment. The sight had your cheeks flaring hot which made him grin with a hunger in his eyes.
Shaking yourself off, you returned to your original task. Coaxing you forward, Higuruma invited you over his face. You crawled on top of him, scooting up to place your knees on either side of his head. When you were about to settle, his arms wrapped around your thighs and ripped you down on his face. Gripping the headboard, you cried out as his tongue made contact with your sex. You were so wet, your cunt was dripping onto his chin. Higuruma didn’t seem to mind this at all as his tongue lapped up everything you were offering him. He groaned against you, shooting sparks of pleasure through your body. Swirling his tongue around your clit had your hips jolting. Your hand shot to his hair, curling your fingers into his locks. As you moaned, you lightly tugged. Higuruma’s eyes rolled back at the enjoyable pain, another groan reverberating through you.
Nanami joined your group again, now stripped of all of his clothes. His hands slid up your body, cupping your breasts. He kissed between your shoulder and neck, making you shiver. Pinching your nipples, Nanami made you whimper. You were receiving pleasure from two angles which had your mind going fuzzy.
“Does that feel good?” Nanami purred against the sensitive skin of your neck before nipping at it.
Eyes screwed shut you nodded and stuttered out “Y-yes! Fuck, Hiromi!”
Higuruma’s ministrations had heat flaring in your belly. Each stripe of his tongue between your folds, and each swirl around your clit had it growing hotter and hotter. Your thighs shook from the pure pleasure coursing through your body. The man beneath you ate you out like you were his last meal, making sure to take in his fill while bringing you the ecstasy you so deserved.
Nanami kept playing with your sensitive breasts, now sucking and lapping at your nipples. He watched your shiver and cry out as he and Higuruma worked away at you. Though he had never witnessed it before, Nanami had a feeling that you were growing closer to your climax. With lust-filled eyes, he catalogued your tells: the way you had screwed your eyes shut, the involuntary thrusting of your hips, your moans growing closer together till you were gasping. He knew you would soon be crashing into pleasure.
A light suck to your clit was your undoing. With a cry, your body seized up. Thighs clenched around Hiromi’s head, making him groan against your cunt. The added sensation multiplied the overwhelming feelings that hit you. Stars flashed behind your eyelids as you felt the wave of pure pleasure crash over you. Your skin buzzed with heat as you shook. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, there weren’t any words your mind could conjure up that could fully explain the way that Higuruma had made you feel. Is this what it was truly like to allow yourself to just fall into pleasure?
What you had told Nanami and Higuruma on the plane was an outright lie. You had been a hypocrite, not practicing what you preached in order to appease your previous partners. With them though, you felt secure enough. It felt extremely right to conduct this sensual experiment with the men. All of you knew what you wanted and were willing to ask for it.
As you came down from your high, Higuruma eased you down with languid laps over your sensitive cunt. Nanami kissed up your jaw, then captured your lips. You melded with him, tongue teasing his lower lip before tangling with his. When you pulled back, you slid off of Higuruma’s face. Disappointment briefly flashed in his expression but was quickly replaced as you leaned over him. Soft left met his soaked ones. Once again, you tasted yourself as you captured his lips.
Sitting back up, you smiled softly at the dazed look on Higuruma’s face. A content smile was on his face as he looked up at you adoringly. He kissed your thigh, a zap of pleasure shot right to your clit, making your thighs flex around him.
Looking over your shoulder, you locked your gaze with Nanami. “What now?” You asked breathily.
“Is there something you wish to do?” Nanami’s voice was low, his jaw ticked and his body was tense. He looked like he was holding himself back as his chest heaved with each panted breath.
“There is.” You turned to face him, crawling over the bed then walking in front of him.
Raking your eyes down his sculpted body, you landed on his cock. It stood up with great length. It was skinnier than Higuruma’s, but not by much. Licking your lips, you sank to your knees in front of him. His legs slightly spread further apart, inviting you to move closer. Sliding your hands up his legs, you stopped at the base of his cock. One hand gripped tightly around his length, giving it a pump. You grinned as Nanami gripped the sheets. His eyes were hooded, mouth slightly parted as he watched you play with his cock.
“Want to try something?” Your voice held a teasing lilt. Softly, you pressed kisses up his length. The skin burned against your lips with each touch.
“W-what would that be?”
“Using semiotics, what am I trying to tell you?” You bit your lip, attempting to hide your cheeky smirk. You licked a stripe up his cock, making it twitch in your tight grip. “Well?” You swirled your tongue around the tip.
“F-fuck.” He breathed out, jaw ticking as he forced himself to hold back. “Semiotics…” He murmured.
Higuruma had joined your group, taking a spot behind Nanami. Looking over his shoulder, he locked his eyes with yours. Higuruma choked out a groan as he watched your tongue tease over Nanami’s cock. Looking at Nanami, he smirked as he saw the man’s jaw tick with impatience.
“Your favorite subject.” Higuruma murmured against Nanami’s skin, pressing his lips up the column of his throat. “Are you going to answer her?” He nipped at Nanami’s earlobe as you swirled your tongue around his cock again. Jerking forward, Nanami gasped as he felt pressure build within his core.
“C’mon, Kento.” Higuruma growled. “Signifier and signified, then the sign. That’s all, isn’t it?” Higuruma looked at you expectantly, then grinned when you nodded at him.
With dark sharp eyes, Nanami connected his gaze with yours. Giving you a nod, he spoke. “The signifier…” He huffed, cock twitching as you mouthed up his length. “You, teasing me.”
Grinning against his length, you sucked his cockhead into your mouth. His hips thrusted up, begging for more friction before you popped off of his cock. “Go on…” You purred with a kitten lick.
“The signified…” He grit his teeth as he felt Higuruma nip at the sensitive flesh on his neck. “Lust.”
“One more…” Your mouth slightly hung open, teasing for what was to come if he answered correctly.
Sweat prickled on Nanami’s forehead as he desperately searched for the correct response. He didn’t realize how badly he wanted your mouth wrapped around his cock till now. Wait. Eyes slightly widening, he had a realization. Gulping, he decided to go for the easiest answer.
“You want me.”
Right away, you rewarded Nanami. Your mouth wrapped around his dick, sucking in his entire length down your throat in one swoop. Throwing his head back, Nanami let out a long wanton moan. Oh your mouth felt amazing. Warm and wet, your tongue slid over the underside of his cock as you bobbed your head up and down. Over Nanami’s shoulder, Higuruma watched you intently. His cock throbbed with need.
Through your eyelashes, you first looked at Nanami. His eyes were screwed shut as he panted and moaned with each bob of your head. Moving your gaze to the side, you caught Higuruma staring at you with desperation in his eyes.
For a brief moment, you pulled off of Nanami to address Higuruma. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” Your voice was ragged, making both of their cocks twitch.
Returning to Nanami, you continued your previous ministrations. Up and down, you sucked on his cock. Cupping his balls, you felt his body tighten up. Smirking to yourself, you kept going. Each pass of your tongue brought him closer and closer.
“Fuck, g’nna c–!” He hissed through gritted teeth.
Soon enough, you felt his hand fly to your head. Not to control you, no, but to ground himself as your mouth provided him with pure ecstasy. Curling his fingers in your locks, you felt his cock twitch in your mouth as he came with a long moan. With each twitch came a pump of warm cum down your throat. Groaning with content, you accepted his release.
When his cock relaxed against your tongue, you pulled off of him. You held your mouth open so he could see his spend inside. Closing your lips, you swallowed it down. At the sight of your actions, the men groaned together. Nanami had a fairly neutral taste, slightly bitter and salty. The best way to describe it would be… clean.
Nanami appeared to be spent for the moment, his body flopping back onto the bed as he caught his breath from the phenomenal orgasm you had just given him. He wiped the sweat from his brow as he came down from his high. His head turned to the side as he felt Higuruma move further back onto the bed. You crawled back onto the bed. Your pussy was on fully view, glistening with need. The sight had Nanami’s cock stirring awake again.
Sitting on top of Higuruma’s lap, you teased his cock. Thrusting your hips, you glided his thick length between your sopping folds. The head of his cock bumped against your clit in the most delicious way. You whimpered with each pass up his cock, feeling that familiar heat return to your core.
With a gentle hand, Higurma cupped your cheek. He moved your face to his, brushing his lips over yours. He kissed you closed-mouthed. Plush lips melded together with light pressure.
“You are making it very difficult.” He murmured against your buzzing lips.
“Difficult how?” You smirked, knowing full well what you were doing.
“I’m having a hard time not taking over.” His hands on your hips flexed with his frustration. “I think I need you to show me…”
“Show you?” You didn’t move, your face still pressed to his.
“Teach me how to follow my pleasure.”
Shaking your head, you let out an amused huff. “That gives me power over you.” You slightly pulled back, locking your gaze with his. The glimmer of need in your eyes had his heart jolting.
“Then speak with me.” He kissed up your jaw, stopping at your ear. “Use this discourse to shape our reality.”
“And what do you wish to be real?” Your voice was sultry, eyelids drooping as Higuruma leaned toward you.
“Your pleasure.” He pressed a hot kiss to your lips, but you lightly pushed him back.
“Oh no, my dear Hiromi…” You purred, softly pressing your lips to his. “What should be real is our pleasure.” Without a second of hesitation, you finally sank down on his cock.
Both of your eyes clenched shut as you gasped and groaned. His cock filled you up perfectly, your pussy sucking him in deeply in the most delicious way. Your plush walls fluttered around him as you adjusted to his size.
“S-so full–!” You choked out a moan as you felt him slide out of you then pushed right back in. The action had you crying out as his cock kissed your sweet spot.
“Hm?” He smirked at the glare you shot him.
“Hiromi…” You whined, the desperate sound made his cock twitch.
“F-fuck. I love the way you say my name.” He reached for your face, crashing his lips against yours. His warm tongue slid into your mouth, making you groan.
Pulling your face back, a string of saliva snapped between the two of you. “If you start moving, I’m sure you’ll have me screaming it.” You said lowly, making his cock twitch deep inside of you.
“Promise?” His eyes grew wild at your words.
Slowly, you nodded. Now you felt like you had walked yourself into something dangerous. Gripping your hips with surprising strength, he began to move you up and down his cock. Pushing in nice and deep, he made sure his entire length slid into your body. Each slide in had the tip of his cock smushing right into that gummy sweet spot. You cried out when his cock brutalized the spot with precision, throwing your arms over his shoulders. Soft breasts pushed against his hard chest, your sensitive nipples rubbing up and down as Higuruma had the two of you chasing your pleasure.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” He asked, feeling your walls flutter around him.
“She is.” Nanami answered for you, having memorized your tells. One of his hands slid around your body, trailing over your heated skin. Deft fingers moved between your legs, circling around your puffy clit.
With the external and internal pleasure, you felt yourself nearing the edge. Both men were driving you close to the edge. Heat flared hotter and hotter in your belly. A Nanami kissed up the column of your throat, fingers working away at your dripping sex.
“So messy.” He groaned as your slick collected on his fingers.
“F-fuck!” You cried out, fingers biting into Higiruma’s back as you were pushed closer to your climax.
“How do you feel?” Nanami asked, his sharp eyes looked between you and Higuruma.
“Fucking amazing.” Higuruma moaned. “She’s gripping me so tight.”
“And she’s so wet.” Nanami added, to which Higuruma groaned in response.
“Do you want him to cum in you?” Nanami nipped at your earlobe.
Your cunt tightened around Higuruma’s cock at his words, making him choke out a low groan. “Fuck, she does!” He answered for you, eyes locking with yours as you chased your highs. “You want me to cum in you?” His voice cracked as you nodded before his sentence even finished.
“Yes!” You sloppily captured his lips. “I need you to cum in me, Hiromi. Please.” You cried out as you felt Nanami slap your needy clit.
It was the one thing you needed to reach the peak. Eyes screwed shut, you practically screamed. Your body shook as another flood of pure pleasure filled your entire being. Higuruma’s thick cock kept smashing into your sweet spot, prolonging the pleasure. Each hit had even more pleasure flowing through you. It had your skin burning, and your body begging for more. With your pussy clenching around his cock, Higuruma reached his own peak. Grunting and groaning, he fucked up into you as warmth filled your core. His lips blindly searched for yours as you came together. You whined into his mouth as his thrusts shot overstimulating aftershocks into you. His cock harshly twitched in your cunt as you rode out your shared orgasms.
When you came down, you blinked your eyes open to be met with his lust filled gaze. He kissed you again, his uncoordinated tongue tangling with yours. When he pulled back, he was met with Nanami’s mouth attaching to his lips. Another mess of tangled tongues collided before Nanami turned his attention to you. He kissed you feverishly, lapping to have as much of you to taste as he could.
After Higuruma slipped out of you, Nanami wasted no time in taking his spot. Strong arms manipulated your body into his desired position. Your legs were thrown over his shoulders as he slid his cock between your folds. Higuruma’s cum slid down your legs, the sight making Nanami groan. Holding his cock, he tapped the thick head against your puffy clit. He appreciated the view of you shivering beneath him as each tap had your body shivering. Notching the head of his cock into your needy hole, he slowly slid deep inside. You moaned as the head of his cock hit your gummy spot, eyes rolling back as pleasure bloomed in your core once more.
Nanami set a brutal pace, giving you no time to think. Your body felt like putty as his cock thrust in and out of your overstimulated cunt. He was making you near the edge faster than expected. Based on the wild look in his eyes and the precise way he was fucking into your sweet spot, your quickly approaching orgasm seemed to be purposeful. As your walls fluttered around him, he grinned and groaned at the feeling.
“You’re close.” He stated, knowing it was true.
You nodded with a whine. However, you felt like this climax was different than the last. A different kind of pressure was growing alongside the heat in your core. It was a new tingling sensation that had you whimpering as Nanami dragged his cock through your sensitive walls. A deep thrust had those stars bursting behind your eyelids once more. This time it was accompanied by a scream and a loud squelching sound.
Nanami had paused, looking at you with wide eyes. Beside him, Higuruma had returned. He was staring between your legs and Nanami’s lower torso. With the little wherewithal you had, your gaze moved from Nanami’s surprised expression to the glistening slick on his abdomen. Red bloomed on your face as you shook your head apologetically.
“S-sorry Kento, I didn’t mean–!”
Your apology was interrupted by Nanami’s lips claiming yours. “Please don’t apologize.” He groaned as your pussy fluttered around his length. “I need to feel that again. Please?” He looked at you with pleading eyes.
“O-okay.” You nodded, then cried out as his hand found your clit.
Another brutal pace picked right back up. Nanami slammed in and out of you. His fingers swirled around your sensitive nub with each move. Your back arched as you were quickly brought to the edge. The mix of his precise thrusts and expert movement on your clit had you cumming again. He hummed, seemingly pleased as your release splashed onto him again.
“Kento.” Higuruma’s voice was low and desperate. “I need to feel that.”
Nodding, Nanami looked to you for visual confirmation. Eyes glazed over in a daze, you somehow managed to nod at him. He slid out of you, making you whine. However, you didn’t deal with the sudden loss for long. Nanami’s cock was immediately replaced with Higuruma’s thick cock. He kept you in the same position, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he pummeled deep into your cunt.
As Higuruma took over, Nanami decided to begin some other preparations. Still extremely hard, he watched you and Higuruma in his peripheral as rummaged through his bag. Your shared moans and groans with Higuruma had Nanami’s cock twitching.
Higuruma fucked you like an animal, practically growling as his cock pummeled your pussy. Tears of overstimulation streamed from your eyes as you took everything he was giving you. It was too much, yet not enough all at once. A contradiction of physical sensations that had your mind turning to mush with each shove into your deep sweet spot. He felt your telltale sign of your fluttering pussy, grinning wildly at the feeling. Just as he felt you get close, Nanami placed a hand on Higuruma’s shoulder. When he stopped you whined, hips trying to thrust up, but you couldn’t get enough friction.
“Don’t finish yet, please. I want to try something. If you’re willing.” Nanami.
Higuruma nodded, pulling out of you. “What do you have in mind?”
The sudden emptiness had you whining, but you were still interested in hearing what Nanami had to say.
“How would you feel if we took you together?” Nanami leaned over you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
“Together? H-how?” There could be many ways in which that played out.
Holding up a bottle of lube, Nanami indicated the direction he wished to go. Your eyes widened with surprise pulling you out of your sex addled haze. Though it was a bit shocking, you couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the notion. So, you accepted.
“I would like to, yes.” Your voice was hoarse as you nodded.
Higuruma and Nanami shared an excited glance, then began to prepare you. Gently, Higuruma helped you back into a kneeling position. Nanami took his spot behind you. He caressed your body, running his hands up and down your sides to get your body to relax.
“Have you done this before?” Nanami asked, pressing a kiss to your throat.
“Yes.” You nodded, looking over your shoulder at him. “Just not with two people.” You looked back at Higuruma.
“We’ll make sure this is a pleasurable experience.” Nanami purred against your skin, pressing another kiss to your heated flesh. You heard the cap of the lube open followed by Nanami’s hand slightly spreading your asscheeks. “Relax.” He said calmly as you tensed up from the cool sensation at your hole.
In front of you, Higuruma demonstrated taking in a deep breath followed by a long exhale. Closing your eyes, you did the same. Through your nose, you sucked in a deep breath. Out of your mouth, you pushed out the air and relaxed into Higuruma’s hold. One of his hands slid down your front to play with your clit as Nanami began to press into your hole.
With both men working at you, you groaned into Higuruma’s shoulder. Heat bloomed in your core as Nanami’s fingers pet against your sensitive wall and Higuruma swirled around your overstimulated nub.
“You’re doing so well. How do you feel?” Nanami, gave you a reassuring kiss on the shoulder.
“Good.” You muttered, then whined as their actions sped up.
When Nanami felt you had been worked open, he pulled his fingers out of your hole. He locked eyes with Higuruma and gave him a nod. Higuruma caressed your back, then brought his hand to your face to make you look at him. His cock twitched as you looked at him with a glazed over lustful expression.
“Think you can take one more?” He asked, licking his lips nervously.
“Y-yeah.” You nodded. “I want to…” You kissed him, then spoke against his mouth. “You feel so fucking good…” Your voice slurred.
“You feel amazing.” Higuruma smiled softly at the state you were in.
He helped lift up your body, lining up his cock with your soaked cunt. His cock slid back inside of you with ease. You moaned as the tip hit just the right spot. The feeling had you clinging tightly to him. Strong hands stopped your hips that had begun to move.
“Not yet.” Higuruma said, pressing his lips to yours reassuringly.
Nanami lathered his cock up and added more lube around your hole. Behind you, you felt the tip of his cock begin to press in. At first your body seized up at the feeling, but Nanami caressed you gently. Sinking against Higuruma, you relaxed. The man behind you slowly worked his way into your hole. Each inside had you groaning as his cock slid against the sensitive wall. Higuruma also groaned as Nanami filled you up. He could feel Nanami’s cock pressed against his just past your plush wall. When he was fully settled inside of you, Nanami sighed in relief.
The two let you adjust to the new feeling. Your body shuddered at the fullness. When you appeared to fully relax, Nanami continued. He kissed up your throat, stopping at your ear.
“Are you ready?” His warm breath sent shivers through your body, making your holes clench around their cocks.
“Y-yes.” You nodded.
And so it began. Nanami and Higuruma lifted your hips, sliding your body up and down. Their cocks filled you oh so perfectly, providing you with a mixture of sensations that had your skin buzzing. Moans and groans filled the air as your trio fell into ecstasy. Higuruma kept chasing your lips with each pump in and out of your cunt. Behind you, Nanami’s face slotted into the crook of your neck. His mouth worked at a sensitive spot against your neck as he focused on the way your tight little hole sucked him in deliciously.
Hands from all around you slid over your body. Fingers pinched your nipples, others played with your clit. Mouths claimed your lips and neck. Tongues tangled together with heated kisses. When one mouth left yours, another took its place to play with your tongue as the men fucked your sensitive holes.
“Kento… Hiromi…” You whimpered, the heat in your belly growing at an unprecedented rate.
“You close?” Higuruma asked before swallowing your whimper.
“She is.” Nanami responded for you as your mouth was occupied. “I can feel her” He cupped your breasts, teasing your sensitive nipples.
“F-fuck.” Higuruma breathed against your mouth. “You want us to cum in you?” He asked, knowing the answer as your pussy clenched around his cock.
“Yes!” You cried out. “Please cum in me, please.” Your voice was ragged. “I-I need it…” You trailed with a cry as Higuruma’s fingers returned to your clit.
“Cum with us.” Nanami said, trying to keep himself back to be able to match with your orgasm.
Nodding, you felt another new kind of pleasure crash into you. With a scream, your body uncontrollably shook. Every nerve in your body hit you with an amazing high that had you seeing stars. Your holes clenched around the men’s lengths as you squirted on Higuruma’s body. Feeling your slick hit his skin, Higuruma’s eyes clenched shut as another earth shattering orgasm ripped through his body. Gritting his teeth, he groaned lowly as his cock pumped hot ropes of cum deep inside of you. Behind you, Nanami joined in as your hole clenched and Higuruma’s cock twitched with pleasure. He couldn’t help but bite against your skin as his cock pumped his cum inside of your hole. You cried out at the pleasurable pain, the feeling adding to your climax. He groaned against your skin fucking you through his orgasm.
You all rode out your climaxes, till you eventually stilled. Blinking your eyes open, you were met with Higuruma’s tired gaze. Nanami soothed the mark he left on your neck with his tongue. Pulling back to look at it, he slightly cringed at how dark it had turned. Higuruma spotted the mark, his brows raising at the sight. Seeing Higuruma’s response, you dropped your head with a sigh.
“How bad is it?” You asked, looking over your shoulder.
“It’s uh…” Nanami lightly touched the spot, making you slightly wince. “It’s a bit dark.”
“You are so lucky I brought a turtleneck.” You rolled your eyes, then giggled.
It had just dawned on you, the position that you were in. The men were still tucked inside of you, their cocks softening. Just a few days ago, this scenario was merely a fantasy. Now, you two men that wanted you so much they wanted to collectively fuck you. Though, it looked like they were attracted to each other as well. That certainly could be explored at another time… For now, you realized just how exhausted you were.
After pulling out of you, Nanami and Higuruma helped clean you up. You could barely move your body, much less stand up, so the assistance was much appreciated. As they helped, they softly caressed and kissed your body. You purred with content as they showered you with light affection.
Your trio moved to the clean bed, deciding to share a cramped double bed rather than deal with the mess that was in the other sheets. The men took spots on either side of you, still gently touching you as you relaxed for the night.
“What now?” Higuruma decided to break the comfortable silence that had fallen in the room.
“I recall you saying something about having me all to yourself at some point?” You teased.
Nanami wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you against his chest. Eyeing Higuruma suspiciously, he asked: “Is that so?”
“Yes.” Higurma crossed his arms behind his head, rolling his eyes at Nananmi’s possessive actions. “I’m sure you’ll get your alone time too.” He added.
“I will be ensuring it.” Nanami leaned over your body, deeply kissing you.
“And what do you want?” Higuruma asked you. “After all, this isn’t just about us.”
“Hmm…” You let out a content sigh. “I just want to explore more ways to enjoy this pleasure with each other.”
Higuruma chuckled, leaning over to capture your lips with his own. “You know, I really should thank this Foucault guy.”
Guys, which Disney Princess/character are we shipping with Higuruma? Just saw a Sukunella animation and realized my favorite lawyer doesn’t have a Disney girly. What are we thinking? I’m leaning towards Esmeralda due to her strong sense of justice.
synop: After winning a case, your husband comes home to find you wearing one of his favorite outfits. Of course, he decides to indulge in his wife.
words: 2.7K
includes: higurumaxf!reader, established relationship, alcohol, making out, sex, oral sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, overstimulation, creampie, squirting, smut
a/n: I need that lawyer so fucking bad, y'all. This is smutty, no minors!
Today appeared to be Higuruma’s lucky day. He somehow won this case that had been appealed. With the win occurring before noon, he had the rest of the day off. This meant he got to spend some much needed time with his wife. Deciding to surprise you, he picked up a bouquet of your favorite flowers along with some wine to celebrate. He entered your apartment with a pep in his step.
“Hiromi?” Your voice called out as you heard the front door open.
While he slipped off his shoes, you padded over to meet him. You were met with a rare sight as his expression brightened into a beaming grin. You spotted the flowers in his hand, your own expression brightening as well.
“Did you win?” You already knew the answer, but wanted him to share nonetheless.
“We did.” He let out a sigh of relief.
He had been stressed out for a long while now due to the bureaucratic issues of the justice system. With all the effort he had put in, this was a well-earned win.
“Congratulations, my love.” You walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.
“Thank you.” He murmured against your lips with a smile.
“So you have the rest of the day off?” You pulled back to look him in the eyes.
“I do.”
“Have any plans?” You asked with a teasing lilt to your voice.
“Maybe.” He pressed another kiss to your lips. “But I would love to give my wife her flowers first.”
“I feel like I should be treating you.” You said.
“You deserve it. Considering you took care of everything else when I was deep in my work.”
“I guess…” You muttered, knowing that arguing with him would be futile. He was very good at providing evidence for his claims.
With that, you fully entered your home. Higuruma took it upon himself to prepare the bouquet for you. Grabbing a vase, he went to work clipping the stems and arranging the flowers. It wasn’t till he finished his work that he got a good view of you. At the sight, his heart stuttered and his skin heated up.
You were wearing one of his favorite articles. A simple sundress. Flouncy, but tight enough to hug your curves. The hem ended just above your knee, allowing for the occasional view of your bare thighs. He didn’t want to seem like an animal, objectifying you and all. But he couldn’t help but feel an instinctual urge when you wore that dress. It was an animalistic hunger that called for him to just take you then and there. Push the skirt of that dress up, pull your panties to the side, and push himself inside of you.
“Is everything okay?” You asked, cocking your head to the side in a way that made you look so innocent.
Clenching his hands repeatedly, he tried to calm his racing heart. Realizing he hadn’t responded to you, he cleared his throat. “Yes. I’m okay, my love. Just a bit tired.”
“Okay. You should rest then.” You said, eyebrows furrowing with concern.
“As long as I get to rest with you.” He said, trying to keep his eyes on yours instead of trailing down your body.
You and Higuruma relaxed on the couch. His head laid in your thighs as you read. With one hand you held the book and the other lightly scratched at his scalp. Feeling your bare thigh pressed against his cheek, Higuruma’s need was growing. Your skin was so plush and soft. He could easily just pry your legs apart and— There was no way he would be able to rest in these conditions.
Shuffling off of your legs, knelt on the floor in front of you. Warm hands slid up your thighs, turning your attention away from the book. Quirking a brow, you were about to say something but he interrupted you.
“Don’t mind me…” The low timbre of his voice had you shivering. “I’m just going to treat myself.”
“Treat yourself?” You felt your cheeks heat up as his hands pried your legs apart.
“Mhmm. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten to enjoy…” He gripped your thighs, ripping your body forward. “My wife.” His eyes locked with yours as he pressed a soft kiss to your thighs. The tender action shot heat to your cheeks and core, a whine escaping your lips.
With your legs spread, Higuruma saw a dark patch forming through your panties. He pushed up your dress, bunching it up at your hips. Pressing his face between your legs, he sloppily kissed through the fabric. The ridge of his nose stroked over your clit, making you whine.
As he continued to play with you over your panties, you wondered what had incited his behavior. Higuruma was a very generous lover, there was no doubt about that. However, he tended to take a gentler approach with you. Peppering you with adoration as he brought you pure ecstasy. There were times though… Times when he became insatiable. Behaving like a starved man, treating your dripping cunt as if it contained the nectar of the gods. When he made sure you were a babbling overstimulated puddle, he would take you. Dragging his fat cock through your slick folds before pushing himself inside of you. His thick tip smushing right into that gummy spot. His eyes would be wild, drinking in the image of you falling apart on his cock.
It appeared that the current moment you found yourself in would be one of these more… animalist experiences. Interrupting your thoughts, he had ripped your panties off. Immediately, he pulled your soaked cunt back to his face. His tongue found your clit, swirling around it with precision that had sparks shooting through your body. One of your hands curled into his dark locks as he sucked and slurped up your essence. He groaned as you moaned oh so sweetly from his ministrations. The arms encircling your thighs tightened, pushing his face as close to you as he could. It was as if he wished to melt into you. His tongue hungrily lapping up every drop of you he could get as his nose nudged against your clit in the most delicious way.
Legs shaking, you felt yourself nearing the edge. Higuruma knew all of your tells. The way your moans grew breathier, the flexing of your legs around his head, the way your hand tightened in his hair. Needing to please, he continued eating you out with fervor. Dragging his tongue up, he flitted it at your clit. Each hit against the sensitive nub flared the heat in your core more and more.
“H-hiromi!” You cried out, eyes clenching shut as hot white pleasure coursed through your body.
Your head was thrown back as you were hit with waves of ecstasy. Each pulse had your thighs twitching around his head. With hooded eyes, Higuruma watched the results of his actions. His tongue continued to lap away at your dripping heat, following you as you came down from your high.
Blinking your eyes open, you looked down at the man still going at it between your legs. You groaned, feeling a sharp spark of overstimulation. Whining, you tried to press his head away. In response, he smacked your hand away. Those dark eyes flared a warning as he dragged his tongue up your pussy. They told you: “I’m not done yet.” Nodding, you relaxed back into the couch, allowing the man to do as he pleased. He did deserve to treat himself after all.
Pleased with your acceptance, Higuruma groaned as he felt your pussy gush against his tongue. He continued, looking to bring you to that high once more. It wouldn’t be long. With your clit so sensitive, and his tongue knowing exactly where it needed it to go, you would be brought back to that crest in no time. Just a suck to your clit had you crashing once more. Thighs shook and tightened around his head as you cried out from the pleasure.
When you came down again, you thought maybe he would be done. You were sorely mistaken. The man made sure to rip two more orgasms out of you, leaving you in the perfect state for him to enjoy. Limp, moaning, with glassy eyes, you were pliant. A body willing to let him do as he pleased as you knew he would keep making you feel absolutely amazing.
Face covered in your slick, he licked his lips as he stood up. Slowly, he undid his belt then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. You watched him shivering with anticipation as your eyes trailed down to the prominent bulge in his pants. He pushed down his pants and underwear, his cock flopping out. Thick and dripping with precum, you licked your lips at the sight.
His hands gripped at your hips, folding your body over so your legs hung over his shoulders. Grabbing his cock, he slapped it against your soaked cunt. The wet hits echoed through your living room as he tapped the tip against your puffy clit. You whined, shuffling your hips. With wild eyes, Higuruma grinned down at you. Leaning down, he pressed a hot kiss to your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue.
As you kissed, you felt him notch his cock at your entrance. With a languid lap against your lips, he slid into your tight heat. Swallowing each other’s moans, you both shivered at the feeling of him filling you to the brim. Higurma felt like he was everywhere. Deep inside, his broad body hanging over yours, you couldn’t tell where he ended and you began.
After sitting in your heat for a moment, the man began to move. He dragged his cock against your sensitive walls, then pushed deep so the head smushed right into that perfect sweet spot. Hung over his shoulders, your legs flexed as he kept pushing into the spot. Just small movements that had another orgasm growing within you. He knew it was happening too, his eyes reading your expression as your face contorted in bliss. It was torturous, the pure pleasure being forced into your overstimulated pussy, but you still accepted it nonetheless. Watching you fully submit to him, he groaned lowly. His cock twitched deep inside of you as you graced him with the sweetest moans.
“You’re taking me so well.” He folded your body over even more, forcing your knees to your chest. His cock kissed your insides oh so perfectly, making you see stars. “Are you going to cum again?” His movements began to speed up.
Biting your lip, you looked up at him and nodded desperately. He grinned again, his cock slamming in-and-out of you. The orgasm slammed into you like a freight train. Your slick sprayed on his lower torso as his cock had brought you over the edge. You cried out, tears of overstimulation trailing down your cheeks as he dragged out your orgasm with each pull of his cock. Feeling your pussy walls flutter around him, his hips stuttered.
No, he couldn’t finish this just yet. He needed you to understand what you had done to him. Gripping your chin, he forced you to look at him. Teary eyed, you locked your gaze with his.
“Do you know what you do to me?” He growled through his teeth, his thrusts speeding up.
You could barely think, much less register his words when his cock forced more heat to build up in your core. Each hit made your brain turn into mush. The only thing in your mind now was the thought of the pure pleasure the man was providing you.
Higuruma didn’t appreciate your lack of response, his hand moved down to your throat with a light squeeze. “Answer me.” He growled again, jaw tense. “Do you know what you do to me?”
Screwing your eyes shut, you searched for the words. “N-no!” You managed followed by a long moan as his cock smushed into that gummy spot.
“You can’t just–” He moaned as your pussy fluttered around his cock. “Can’t just look so fucking good.”
His hand moved from your throat to grip at your hip. With more leverage on your body, he dragged your body to meet his thrusts. Along with his cock deep inside, your clit rubbed against his pelvis. You cried out as he continued to make heat bloom within you.
“I can’t help myself, you know?” He eyed the dress pooled around you. “When you make yourself look so…” He groaned, cock twitching as you let out a whine. “Irresistable.”
His words made you cum again. Squirting and shaking, you cried out. He didn’t stop pummeling into your soaked cunt. Your slick had coated both of your thighs, dripping down and onto the couch.
Nearing his own high, Higuruma’s fingers slid between your bodies. He swirled the tips over your extremely overstimulated clit. “C’mon, love. Just one more, give me one more.” He leaned down, pressing a messy hot kiss to your lips. “We can do it together, yeah?” His eyes locked onto yours, pleading.
Somehow, you found the will to nod. Though you were spent, crying from the overstimulation, your pussy absolutely wrecked, you would do whatever he asked. He grinned wildly, his cock continuing to brutalize your internal sweet spot. Each hit inside and swirl against your clit neared your final orgasm. Just one more…
One last swirl and deep thrust inside, you felt that familiar wave of pleasure overtake your being. Another cry, another shaking of your body, another fluttering of your pussy. Choking out a moan, Higuruma’s hips stuttered. Deep inside of you, hot ropes of cum filled you with a satisfying warmth. It felt like ages before his cock stopped twitching and filling you.
Gently, your husband pulled out of you and laid you onto the couch. Boneless, you could barely move. The aftershocks of pleasure had you twitching and whining. Higuruma brushed back the hair stuck to your forehead, pressing a soft kiss to your face. It looked like he had returned to his typical doting self.
“I’m sorry if that was too much, my love.” He kissed your lips. “I just couldn’t…” He didn’t want to make this sound bad, but he couldn’t find another way to word it. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“W-what do you mean?” You managed to croak out with a sniffle.
“Well, I just had a great day, then I see my wife looking so pretty in this dress…” He chewed on his lip nervously. “You just look so good. No, amazing. You look amazing, and I needed to have you.”
“Needed?” You smiled softly at him.
“Yes, needed.”
Higuruma helped clean you up as you came back to earth. He had moved you to your bed, holding you close to his chest and whispering sweet nothings to you. Seeing that you had regained your faculties, he asked: “Are you okay?”
Nodding, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m more than alright.” You sighed blissfully. “My husband just gave me too many orgasms to count and claimed he was treating himself. Of course I’m alright.”
“I was being selfish.” He said.
“I beg to differ.” You teased.
“Do you really wish to get into this?” He teased back, kissing your cheek. “I have plenty of evidence to the contrary.”
“Is that so?” A mischievous glint flashed in your eyes. “I would like to admit some evidence.”
“What evidence?”
“Exhibit A.” You pulled off the dress you were still wearing, now leaving yourself fully nude. You shoved it against his chest with a cheeky smirk.
Taking in a shaky breath, he nodded. “Evidence is admitted.”
“No objections?” You pressed yourself against him.
“No objections.” He agreed, then a grin of his own grew on his face. “Though, I hope you understand that I can use this evidence to my advantage?”
“And what if I told you that the defendant purposefully wore the dress?” You gave him a challenging stare.
“The defendant better not be committing perjury.” His gaze darkened at your implication.
“She has stated the truth.” You grinned, biting your lip.
“So this crime is solicitation.” He gripped your chin with a strong hand. “What do you plead?”
“Mmm… what sentence do I get if I plead guilty?”
“That’s up for me to decide, though, I could lessen your penalties.” He murmured, leaning towards you. His lips brushed against yours, making you gasp.
firstly, i just wanna say that i ABSOLUTELY adore ur work (≧▽≦)
also, if its not too much could we maybe get an fem! reader x Nanami fic with hair pulling;; (ifykyk)
please and ty!! looking forward to ur next fics!!( ◜‿◝ )♡
Just a Little Tug
synop: You have accidentally conditioned your husband to grow extremely aroused when you tie your hair up. Of course, Nanami must resolve this.
words: 1.4K
includes: nanami x f!reader, established relationship, sex, rough sex, kissing, hair pulling, cream pie, smut
a/n: Thank you for the kind words and for the request! I was a little concerned I was going to go over my word limit. Thankfully, we didn't! If you want to request a smut/fluffshot, you can find the rules here!
You accidentally Pavloved your husband. It was never intentional, you just wanted to keep your hair out of your face so you didn’t have to keep brushing it away when you were getting intimate. This was especially useful when you went down on him. Due to his size and length, it took a lot of concentration on your part to please the man the way he deserved. The last thing you needed was a strand getting stuck in your mouth as you choked on his cock. So, you always tied your hair up.
This had become a bit of an issue for the man. At the moment he had managed to finally snag a couple weeks of PTO, meaning he got to spend more time at home with you. What neither of you had realized was the fact that Nanami only witnessed you pulling your hair back just before you were intimate. As you made your way performing chores in your domicile, Nanami witnessed you taking the band around your wrist and quickly putting your hair in place.
It was a nothing action, really; just a way to make sure your hair wasn’t affected when you washed dishes. However, it was the only thing Nanami could think about. The book in his hands now long since ignored as he stared at your back. The uncomfortable strain in his pants was growing unbearable. Jaw tense, he warred with himself in his mind. Should he interrupt you and just take you against the counter? Or should he quietly make his way to the bedroom and help himself so you could finish your tasks? Nanami was never one to enjoy being distracted, he didn’t think it would be fair to you. However, the decision was made for him when your hands moved to tighten the ponytail. He NEEDED you NOW.
Warm hands planted themselves on your hips, making you squeak in surprise. The cup you were cleaning dropped back into the sink when you felt his lips press on the sweet spot on your neck. Craning your head over your shoulder, you locked eyes with the man. Your heart jolted at the sight of the hunger darkening those hazel irises.
“Kento?” You asked softly, grabbing a towel to dry your hands.
“Love.” He spoke lowly. His voice sounded strained, as if he was holding himself back.
Suddenly, you realized the prominent bulge pressed against your ass. Through his sweatpants you could feel the angry heat of his cock. The realization had you feeling the beginning accumulation of wetness between your thighs.
“Do you need something?” Your voice was shaky, knowing full well what the man wanted from you.
This type of want of his was always exciting. It was a possessive need that had him using your body. Of course, he always made sure you were in bliss as well. But this was different from love making. It was pure, animalistic lust. Though, it usually was spurred on by something. Typically due to wandering eyes of passerbys, leading Nanami to ensure that you understood you were his and his alone. You wondered what had started it now.
One of the hands on your hips slid under the band of your shorts. Finding you bare under the article had his cock twitching, a bead of precum spurting from the tip. He slid his hand between your thighs, groaning as his fingers collected your slick.
“You’re not wearing panties…” He murmured against your skin.
“I normally don’t when I stay at home all day.” You let out a shaky breath followed by a moan as his fingers circled around your clit.
Suddenly, he pulled his hand back. With his strength, he twisted your body around to face him. Using a bruising force, he captured your lips with his. Without hesitation, his tongue slid into your mouth to claim it. Tangling your tongue with his, you whimpered. Pulling back, you watched a string of saliva snap between you. Looking up at him, you felt your heart rate speed up. His chest rose and fell harshly as those hungry eyes locked with yours. You felt like prey, but you were enjoying every second of it.
He moved you again, pressing your front to the kitchen island. Pushing his clothed cock against your ass, he grinded against you. His hands ripped down your shorts, exposing your heated sex to shockingly cool air. A strong hand wrapped around your throat, pulling your back up against his chest. Kissing up your neck, he stopped at your ear to speak lowly. “I’m going to fuck you. Right here, right now.” He paused, waiting for you.
“Y-yes.” You nodded profusely, feeling your pussy pulse with need.
“Yes, what?” He practically growled.
“Yes, Kento.”
Pulling his pants down, his throbbing cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach. Licking his lips, he gripped your hips to grind his cock between your thighs. Searing heat slid between your soaked lips. You whined again as the head of his cock bumped against your puffy clit, shooting sparks of pleasure to your core.
Grabbing his cock, he lined himself up with your dripping cunt. Notching the head at the entrance, he began to slowly push in. Both of you groaned as he filled you up inch by inch. When the hot tip smushed right into that gummy spot of yours, you cried out.
At this angle, he looked at the back of your head. That damn ponytail taunted him, making his cock twitch at the sight alone. His hand reached for it, curling the soft strands around before giving it a nice tug. Back arching, you felt him push even harder against your sweet spot. Pleasure shot sparks to your core, making your cunt clench around his cock. You moaned at the feeling, your eyes rolling back. He choked out a moan as he felt your plush walls hold him in a vice-like grip. Tugging your hair again, he felt your pussy clamp down once more.
Cataloguing your physical responses, Nanami decided to truly begin. Pulling almost all of the way out, he waited for a moment. Without warning he slammed back into you, his thick cock filling you to the brim as you cried out. A brutal pace started with the man fucking in and out of you over and over. Each time he pushed back into you, he gave your hair a light tug. It was a painful pleasure at your scalp that shot straight between your legs. He couldn’t help it, not with the way that your pussy clamped down for dear life around him.
Using your body, he pummeled into your cunt. It seemed like you grew wetter with each slide in-and-out of your pussy. The slick sounds filled your apartment as you took everything the man gave you.
Huffing out a moan, Nanami felt his cock twitch in warning. He couldn’t have that though, forcing his mind to endure how tightly your cunt was clenching around him. So fucking wet. So fucking tight. He could easily blow at any second. However, he wasn’t going to allow that. He needed to hear that pretty cry of yours, feel your pussy spasm around his cock as he brought you pure bliss.
Thankfully, he could tell you were close. As pleasure grew in your core, you found you couldn’t stop moaning. With the way he was handling you so roughly as well as the precise hits against your sweet spot, you would be a goner in no time.
Using his free hand, Nanami snaked it between your legs. Deft fingers swirled around your sensitive bud, making you near the edge faster. Leaning as close as he could, he growled a command in your ear: “Come for me.” It was followed with a tug to your hair and a slap to your clit.
Hot white pleasure had you screaming out a silent cry. Your body shook with the intensity of it all. Sparks of pleasure continued to flare as Nanami kept dragging his cock through your spasming cunt. He groaned as the walls clenched then unclenched around him.
Chasing his own high, he kept the fast paced going. His cock twitched with each slide inside. One final thrust had his hips grinding to a halt. A satisfying warmth filled you as his cock spurted out hot ropes inside of you. With each twitch, you felt Nanami slightly grind up against your ass. When his cock settled, he let out a sigh.
Pressing a soft kiss to your neck, he slowly pulled out. Both of you groaned at the loss. Between your legs, you felt his spend trail down your thighs. Looking behind you, your hooded eyes connected with Nanami’s. A coy smirk appeared on your face as you made a realization.
“Enjoy hairpulling, my love?” You asked teasingly.
Slowly, he nodded, eyes still hooded with lust. “I might.”
Livewire is already half asleep to the point of not holding much back. While snuggled up to Eddie as Volt is getting through his bedtime routine, they ramble to him about wishing they were more mature for him and Volt. Eddie assures them by admitting he's developed a soft spot for their silly side and, once Volt comes back, Livewire greets him with a dad joke before falling asleep
You Are Enough
synop: Extremely tired, you find yourself rambling. Suddenly, you feel very embarrassed Thankfully, Eddie is there to curb those insecurities of yours.
words: 1.2K
includes: eddiexgn!readerxvolt, fluff, kissing, insecurity, established relationship
a/n: Thank you for the request! This was a really cute one to write, though it was a little too real. But, we write from experience, don't we? This is part of fluff/smutshots. If you want to request something, you can do so here!
“...and I know, I know, it’s not like peak storytelling or anything. But, I mean, c’mon, they’re really trying to say they’re the stronger character out of the series when the writer of the manga explicitly stated that they are equally matched.” Your eyelids drooped as you let out a long yawn. “Like, death of the author exists, but that has to do with interpretation. There’s literally nothing to interpret here!” You waved your hands about, attempting to physically emphasize your point. Ultimately, your hands dropped down as you lay there exhausted.
Through Eddie’s chest, you felt the vibration of his amused hum. His hand lifted to your head, giving it a loving ruffle. As he did so, you felt yourself cringe inwardly. Thinking about the last things you just said made your cheeks heat up. God, I’m so immature. You squeezed your eyes shut, nuzzling into Eddie’s chest to try and push away the self-imposed embarrassment.
“Are you okay, Spark?” Eddie could tell something was up, by the way your breathing had suddenly turned harsh.
“Yeah…” You muttered against him, though you still felt a sourness brewing within you; a common thing you experienced. “Sorry, I just got a bit carried away with all of that.” You stayed pressed against him, too afraid to see that his expression agreed with the insecure thoughts flashing through your mind.
You’re so annoying. Literally nobody cares. Jesus Christ, get a fucking job you loser. The words made you cringe even more. Lips pressing tightly together as you chewed on your tongue nervously.
“Hey.” A hand found your chin, lifting your face to look up at his. “What’s going on?” Where you had expected to find irritation, you instead saw brows furrowed along with worry swirling in those gray eyes.
“Nothing…”
“Please don’t lie to me.” Eddie sighed softly, his worried expression softening into a loving one. “I know when something’s up with you.”
Looking down, you pondered on telling him the truth. How despite the fact that he and Volt listened to you intently, you felt silly and childish. You didn’t deserve their time as you filled it with utter nonsense. Just letting yourself speak about whatever you thought of, a stream of consciousness that had no filter. As always, as soon as you were finished with the conversation, that terrible embarrassment creeped into the back of your head. It made you visibly cringe, forcing you to ask yourself: “Why did I say that?”
With you being so tired, you really couldn’t process the feelings all too well. When you were well rested, it was much easier to push away the thoughts of embarrassment. Recognizing that Eddie and Volt would tell you if you were bothering them. Right now though, you felt the humiliation sinking in your gut, and it wasn’t going away.
“Do I annoy you?” You asked Eddie, teeth worrying over your bottom lip.
Taken aback, Eddie’s eyes widened. Shaking off the surprise, he gently cupped your cheek. “Of course not? Have I done something to make you think that?”
“N-no…” You couldn’t look back up at him, now feeling even more embarrassed that you had asked him that at all. “I just wanna make sure. Cause it would suck, like a lot. And I know I can be a lot, so I needed to know. You know, just in case I have. So I could… um.” You shook your head, as if you could find a proper way to word yourself when your brain was trying to get you to crash. “I could… I could… change. Yeah.” You looked up at him. “So I can change my behavior. Make sure I don’t bother you or anything.”
That expression of concern had returned to Eddie’s face. “I promise, I have never, and will never find you annoying.” He pulled your face close to his, pressing a kiss to your forehead that had your heart warming.
“Are you sure?” Your voice cracked. “Cause I know I am a lot sometimes. I talk too much, and I say stupid shit. And I always feel so childish, while you and Volt…” You sighed, tucking yourself back up against Eddie’s chest. “You and Volt seem to have your shit together. And I’m over here acting like a kid.” You let out a sad sigh. “I just don’t think I’m good enough…”
Your words struck Eddie in the chest like a dagger of ice. Letting out a sharp breath, he processed the conversation. God, he hoped that he didn’t make you feel like that. Certainly, he could be aloof at times, but he worked hard to make sure you and Volt felt loved and cherished.
“Spark, I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you feel that way.”
Eyes flying open, you pushed yourself off of him shaking your head side-to-side. “N-no! That’s not what I meant at all! You’ve never done that! Oh, oh my gosh.” You gripped your head, feeling that wave of humiliation wash over you again. “Did I make you think you have? I’m so fucking dumb.” You looked up at him with sad eyes that sent another hard hit to his chest. “I’m so so so sorry! I shouldn’t have made you feel like that…”
“That’s not what I’m saying.” Eddie wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “You didn’t make me feel bad. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t hurting you.”
“Oh.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you accepted his hug. “I’m sorry.”
“Please, stop apologizing.” He let out a soft sigh, pulling back to look at you. “You have nothing to apologize for. You have done nothing wrong.”
Before you could respond, he pulled you in for a soft kiss. Melding your lips together, you felt yourself sink into him. Briefly, he pulled back. “You are not annoying.” He kissed you again. “You haven’t hurt me.” Another kiss. “You are more than enough, you are perfect, Spark.” Another kiss pressed against your lips. It was a sealed promise that made your heart soar.
“I love you.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “Volt and I need you, because you care so much about bringing fun into our world. Without you, I feel like things would be so dull.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” He grinned at you, eyes glimmering with adoration. “Who else could brighten Volt and I’s day with a ‘walked into a bar’ joke?”
“Well, I’ve got plenty more to share.” You said with a grin of your own.
“Plenty more of what?” Volt stepped out of the bathroom, looking at you and Eddie expectantly.
Eddie gave you a knowing look, nodding in Volt’s direction.
“Have you heard this one?” You took in a breath, now able to force out the embarrassment. “A jumper cable walks into a bar. Bartender says, ‘You better not start anything.’” You bit your tongue with a cheeky grin.
Shaking his head with an airy chuckle, Volt shot you a grin. Making his way to the bed, he spoke: “Oh Livewire, what would we do without you?”
He pulled in on your other side, cuddling up to you. Volt pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. With the two men holding you, you found yourself drifting off into a very blissful sleep.
synop: Lyric asks your help with figuring out how to write a good sex scene. Who are you to deny your lover?
words: 1.2K
includes: Lyricxgn!reader, gn!reader, established relationship, reader has a "hole" and "sex", rough sex, marking, creampie, smut
a/n: Thank you for requesting this anon! It was a fun little write! This is the first of the smut/fluffshots! If you want me to write one, you can request them. Request rules can be found here!
“Lyric…” You groaned, shifting uncomfortably as your muscles strained to keep yourself up.
“Hmm?” He asked behind you.
Though you couldn’t see him, you felt him lean to the side. The sound of writing on a notepad followed as he hummed thoughtfully to himself. The position you found yourself in was due to the man requesting your assistance in determining how to properly convey emotion through a sex-scene after a heated exchange between two characters. It had been a while since you and Lyric had managed to have more intimate time together, so you agreed to assist. Little did you know, this “assistance” would involve you being manipulated into various positions as Lyric filled your hole.
At the moment, you were sitting on his cock in a kneeling position. Your legs were spread apart as his legs knelt between yours. Originally, Lyric had been holding onto your wrists to stabilize you, but he dropped one of your arms in order to write. So, you were stuck sitting up straight to make sure you didn’t accidentally fall forward and hurt him.
“Could we actually move?” With a frustrated huff, you tilted your head side-to-side, trying to get a developing crick out of your neck.
“Eventually.” He appeared to be in no hurry. “I’m just trying to determine if this position would effectively evoke the bitter hatred between two individuals.”
“Lyric…” You dropped your head with a groan. “I’m sure this position will evoke enough hatred.” You rolled your eyes, beginning to grow desperate for some friction.
“I don’t know…” He stopped scrawling on the pad, grabbing your wrist to keep your body upright.
Finally, you felt him slightly pull out of your hole. Then, he slid his long length deep inside of you, making your hole clench around him. Eyes fluttering shut, you softly moaned as he continued to press in-and-out of you. Each rub of his cock against your sensitive walls sent pleasurable sparks to your core.
Behind you, Lyric leaned in to kiss up your shoulder and neck, then trailed his lips back down. Stopping at the junction between your neck and shoulder he paused thoughtfully. Seemingly figuring out something, he nodded to himself, then bit down. You let out a surprised squeak that turned into a moan as he lavished the blooming mark with soft laps of his tongue. Pulling back, he inspected the mark with a hum of approval.
“Yes, I believe this position could definitely enhance the turmoil between the enemies turned into unexpected lovers…” He paused his actions, turning to write on the notepad again.
Slumping your head forward, you let out another groan. The pleasure that had begun to build in your core was flickering out. Only maintaining some flares of heat due to Lyric’s cock smushing right into that sweet spot of yours.
“Aerowin is definitely the type to be possessive. He would definitely mark up Rowan to stake his claim.” He nodded to himself, satisfied with his conclusion. With that out of the way, he returned his attention to you. “Now…” He pulled out, then harshly thrust inside of you. “Would you say that a hate-fuck between the two would be rough or sensual?”
You choked out a moan, as he began a brutal pace in and out of your needy hole. “F-fuck, Lyric! Ah!” He slammed into that perfect spot over and over.
“Well?” He spoke lowly, smirking as your hole fluttered around his length.
“I-I–” You moaned loudly as the embers in your core flared with pleasure once more. “I think it would be rougher. S-since they despise each other– Oh!” A surprised squeak echoed in the bedroom as Lyric shifted your bodies.
He had released your wrists, opting to press down your torso so your face was pushed into the mattress. In this position, he was able to reach even deeper. Eyes screwed shut, the heat in your belly flared even hotter. Your hole clenched around Lyric’s length as he hit your sweet spot with precision. Over and over, sparks of pleasure fired through your body. You were shaking as you took each slam into your hole.
“Yes!” Lyric exclaimed, though you couldn’t tell if it was because of the sex or an epiphany. Perhaps it was both. “T-this roughness!” His pace grew faster, more desperate. It was as if he was chasing a conclusion moreso than a climax. “It brings me closer to you, but at the same time maintaining a distance as I’m not witnessing the way in which you are feeling.”
At this point, his words were barely registering. The only sound your mind could think about was the wet plapping of his cock slamming in and out of your sex and the heavy breathing mixed with moans that filled the air.
Lyric’s chest was pressed against your back as he continued to brutalize your hole. Strong arms wrapped around your front, holding you close to him. “Yes!” He groaned, teeth gritting as his cock twitched with pleasure. “Maybe…” His mind was beginning to grow foggy. “Maybe this is a challenge as well…” You felt his chin nod between your shoulder blades. “What do you think?”
“Think?’’ You managed to mumble, which was followed by a groan.
“Yes! A challenge!”
“W-wha?” The heat in your core had grown so hot, ready to make you burst in ecstasy.
“The two would fight!” He huffed out, warm breath dancing on the back of your neck. “To see– oh! To see who would cum first!”
“L-lyric!” You cried out, indicating that you were close to finishing.
“It would be perfect! Oh so absolutely perfect!” He couldn’t tell if he was talking about the story or the way your hole was clenching around his cock in the most delicious vice-like grip.
A precise thrust into your sweet spot had you seeing stars behind your eyelids. With a cry, you fell apart. With your whole body shaking, pleasure coursed through your entire being. Lyric was chasing his own high, prolonging your orgasm with each drag of his cockhead against your sensitive walls. You shuddered as he continued to pound right into that delicious spot. It had you practically drooling into the mattress as Lyric forced you to feel the sparks of pleasure overtake your body.
Feeling your hole flutter around his length, Lyric had reached his own end. Hips stuttering against your ass, you felt the twitching of his cock deep inside of you. Hot ropes of cum filled your hole with a satisfying warmth that left you buzzing.
As he came down from his high, Lyric pressed soft kisses over your shoulders and back. Each press of his plush lips had you shivering with small moans. The affection had your chest swelling as you smiled into the blankets beneath you. With a final kiss to the mark he gave you, Lyric slowly pulled out of your hole. Seeing his spend drip between your thighs, he felt his cock twitch. A new kind of need stirred within him.
Since you were a puddle of a person, Lyric helped you clean up. When he finished, he grabbed his notebook and curled up beside you in bed. You snuggled against his chest with a satisfied hum.
“Thank you for helping me.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “It was very eye-opening.”
“Glad I could assist…” You murmured sleepily.
“Would you mind aiding me with another scene?” He asked with a coy smirk.
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"Two Bad Bitches at the Same Damn Time": A Critical Analysis of a Threesome (Part 2)
(Professor! Nanami x F! Reader x Professor! Higuruma)
Part 1 / Part 2/ Part 3
synop: You meet up with some peers and get into a friendly ethical debate over dinner.
The next day, you head to the conference where drama begins to brew after Nanami finds you speaking to an unsavory character.
words: 8.5K
includes: nanamixf!readerxhiguruma, professors!au, communication studies, sexual tension, teasing, ethics, ethical debates, power struggle, jealousy
a/n: I think there will be one more chapter left of this! Also, I'm starting a taglist for this fic since someone asked for one. So if you wanna be part of that lmk.
With your hotel arrangement confirmed, your trio decided to get ready for the evening. You had planned to meet up with a few peers for dinner and drinks to catch up before the conference. Though he was acting in his typical aloof ways, you could tell Nanami was excited. One of his old students would be joining in, someone that he had mentored and worked with on research. Higuruma was out of the loop as he didn’t know any of the other members of your group, so you offered to explain whatever he needed to him.
He liked that about you. How you were excited to teach while not looking down on him. He couldn’t say it was the same for other scholars he had to deal with. Your excitement surrounding others’ learning was one that he enjoyed seeing. The way your eyes lit up when he asked you to expand upon your thoughts, the encouraging smiles and nods you gave him when he added to your conversations. Oh, he could spend forever talking about semiotics and power structures with you. Now he truly understood why Nanami enjoyed your company so much.
You found yourself in Nanami’s office on a daily basis. Sometimes it was for assistance with research, but most of the time it was just to talk. Your conversations did tend to move toward communication theory, but not necessarily for your work. The two of you loved to rhetorically spar with one another. Nanami was more of an interpretivist scholar while you leaned on the side of the critical and postmodern paradigms. From hierarchical structures to pedagogy, your different ways of viewing reality opened each other's eyes to so many possibilities
Now, you were excited to be meeting with your other peers. Some had also published research before the conference that you managed to read through. You were readying yourself for critique on your work. One of your friends gushed to you about your research after it was announced that you had won the Distinguished Scholar’s award, and she told you she looked forward to talking to you about it.
Before heading out, your group decided to freshen up a bit and dress in nicer clothes. You didn’t do anything too fancy, but that didn’t seem to stop the men from staring at you after you finished getting ready. Your clothes flattered you, fitting to your body very nicely; they accentuated your assets, making their eyes rake down your body while you were distracted by grabbing your shoes. Once you were all set, you planted your hands on your hips and looked at yourself in the mirror. Deciding you looked good, you continued on.
“Alright.” You nodded at yourself. “You guys ready to head out?” You turned to the men, then took in their appearances.
Nanami had exchanged his sweater for a form fitting navy blue short-sleeved button up, revealing his well toned arms. He also switched out his jeans for a tailored pair of khakis. His hair was back in the slicked back style that you were used to seeing. Higuruma decided to stay a bit more casual than the other man, switching out his sweats for a polo shirt and well-fitted jeans. He too had styled his hair for the evening. Both of them still looked extremely attractive.
“I’m ready if you are.” Nanami responded.
“Same here.” Higuruma nodded.
With that, your trio started your short trip to the restaurant to meet with your peers. The sun was beginning to set when you exited the hotel. The temperature had also dropped significantly, nothing too uncomfortable, but certainly notable. It was a reminder of how quickly winter was headed your way.
After a few minutes of walking, you saw a trio of people standing in front of the restaurant entrance. Bouncing on your toes, you shot your hand up in a wave with a bright smile. Spotting you, a woman followed your actions as she waved at you while beaming. Quickly, you crossed the street to meet her in a hug. With an “oomph,” you crashed into her with your arms wrapped around your middle.
“Nitta!” You squealed. “It’s been forever!” You pulled back to get a look at her face.
She said your name back. “You look great!”
“Thanks!” You grinned. “You look good too!”
Leaning to the side, she saw your partners leisurely crossing the street. Once they arrived on the other side, Nanami greeted Nitta with a one armed hug and patted her on the back. “Nice to see you.” He gave her a curt nod, then turned to one of the others that were waiting for your group. “Ino.” He offered his hand, but the young man embraced Nanami.
“Nanami! It’s so good to see you!”
With an amused huff, Nanami reciprocated the action. “Good to see you too, kid.”
Ino pulled away, then immediately embraced you. His hold was surprisingly strong compared to the lanky kid you remembered him being. “Hey, Ino.” You smiled softly, hugging him back.
“How’ve you been, Miss Distinguished Scholar?” He pulled back, giving you a wink.
“Oh, I’m pretty good.” You shrugged, feeling sheepish at the mention of the award.
Seeing the last member, you opened your arms in an offering a hug. He rolled his eyes with a sigh.
“Oh, c’mon Ijichi.” You pouted. “You know I’m a hugger.”
“I’m aware.” He softly smiled, accepting the embrace.
“Who’s your friend?” Nitta asked, looking pointedly at Higuruma.
“Oh this Hiromi Higuruma. He’s the law professor working with Nanami.” You motioned toward him.
“Nice to meet you.” She offered her hand, which he took. “I’m Akari Nitta.”
“It’s a pleasure.” He nodded, then greeted the other two new members of your group.
With pleasantries out of the way, you headed inside the restaurant. It was a local pizza joint that went all out with the Italian theme. Along the walls were pictures of various Italian landmarks. Red, green, and white covered almost every surface. A dim orange glow from stained glass lamps gave the space an intimate feeling. The smell of pizza had your mouth watering, making you realize that you hadn't eaten much that day.
A hostess directed your group to a table towards the back of the restaurant. Beside you, Nitta whispered in your ear. “You didn’t tell me you were traveling with another hottie.” She teased with a nudge. “Leave some for the rest of us, why don’t you.” She giggled when you rolled your eyes at her.
Nitta had made similar comments about Nanami before, always teasing you about your close relationship with the man. She joked that you would run out of time before he got snatched up by another woman. You always attempted to shut her down, but you were too easy to read when it came to your affections for him. She would definitely pick up on your feelings for the other man in your company.
“I’m pretty sure he’s single, if you need me to set you up.” You teased her back, knowing full well she wouldn’t take it. You were just hoping to throw her off the scent that she would surely discover.
“Blech!” She stuck her tongue out. “I’m sure he’s great but… I’d rather not, thanks.”
At the table, your group dispersed to opposite sides. Ever the gentleman, Nanami pulled out a chair for you. He sat to your right, and Higuruma took the spot to your left.
“So, what do you all do?” Higuruma asked the trio in front of him as he scanned the menu.
“I’m an adjunct professor at a community college in California!” Ino jumped in first. “I teach organizational communication, just like Nanami!” He beamed at his former mentor.
“Ino was a PhD student in our program a few years ago. He co-authored some research with me.”
“Yeah! I learned so much from him, man.” Ino, then realized that you were at the table, then motioned to you and said your name. “And I can’t forget my favorite rhetorical analysis professor here.”
“Favorite?” You chuckled. “I don’t recall you calling me that when you kept complaining about how long your lit analyses had to be.” You teased with a knowing look.
“Well, I remember you required like ten pages, then you had me shorten it to five in the final draft!” He sighed with exacerbation.
“Because I wanted you to build up your heuristic vocabulary, then practice on writing concisely.”
“Ugh, of course you had an actual reason behind it.” He dramatically draped an arm over his face.
“And look at where you are now.” You smiled, feeling your chest warm with pride.
“So you are his favorite rhetorical analyst.” Higuruma nudged your side lightly, then turned to the other two that had yet to share. “What about you?”
“I’m the dean of the communication department at the University of Washington.” Ijichi said, his tone was very formal.
“Oh, wow.” Higuruma turned to Nitta. And you?”
“Oh! Me? I’m an adjunct professor at MSU. I mostly do a lot of mass communication work.”
“She’s being humble.” You chimed in. “She’s a correspondent for NBC.”
“That’s really interesting.” Higurma’s brows raised with an impressed expression. Then he looked between you and Nanami. “How did you all meet?”
“Ijichi and I met at Hokkaido University,” Nanami began, “We both came to the U.S. for our doctorates and kept in touch.”
“You still do research?” Higuruma asked Ijichi.
“I do. Public relations and crisis communication are my main areas of expertise.”
“Makes sense why you’re a dean then.” Higuruma nodded. “Honestly, I never realized how much work your field involved till Nanami asked for help.”
“Gonna switch your area of study?” You teased, biting your lip with a grin.
“Hell no.” He chuckled. “I barely had to touch the subject, but it was a lot to handle. I’m good with being a consultant on legislative and judicial work.” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back into his chair.
“To each their own, I suppose.” Nitta shrugged.
“And how did you guys meet?” Higuruma asked her.
“We were in the same doctoral program.” She said. “The rest of us met at this very conference.”
“Nanami and I had our friends meet each other.” You said. “And now we’re one big happy family.” You laughed lightheartedly.
“A dysfunctional family.” Ijichi added.
Eventually a waiter appeared at your table and took your group’s orders. As you waited for your food, Higuruma continued to learn more about your other peers. Hearing about the latest time Nitta was called on air for NBC. Learning about Ino’s work with Nanami on organizational communication within college church youth groups. When your food arrived, you turned to the time your group met.
“Oh, she and Ijichi got into it the first time they met.” Nitta laughed at the memory of the heated argument.
“Oh, not this.” Ijichi shook his head, but still wore a smirk.
“Look, you don’t just bring up Kant and expect me to be quiet about it.” You waved the slice of pizza in your hand at the man, then took a large bite.
“I warned you too.” Nanami shook his head with a grin, then looked over at Higuruma to catch him up on the drama. “You know how much she hates Kant.”
“Yeah.” Higuruma looked at you, an amused spark in his eyes. “You’re pretty passionate about it.” He tapped his chin, “What was it you said…?”
“Whenever I die, I will fist-fight Immanuel Kant in Hell.” You snickered.
“Right. Fist-fight a philosopher from the late 18th century.” Higuruma chuckled.
“Cause he’s wrong, and every modern philosopher loves his work for some reason.” You let out a frustrated huff.
“Because his work follows an objective truth.” Ijichi chimed in, a smirk on his face accompanied a challenging look.
“Oh look at what you’ve started.” Nanami shook his head at Higuruma.
“Me?” Higuruma shot a glare at Nitta. “She brought it up!”
“It’s your funeral.” Nanami sighed, though he wore an amused expression.
“Oh please!” Nitta snickered. “You know how entertaining this gets.” She leaned in, planting her head on her hands.
“Very well.” Ijichi said, then turned his attention directly onto you. Folding his hands, he placed his chin on top. “What moral conundrum shall we dissect?”
“Oh, what about A.I.?” Ino asked, practically bouncing with excitement to watch this go down.
“What about A.I.?” You asked.
“I guess the public use of gen A.I.?”
“Sure.” You shrugged your shoulders. “We’ll probably be both against it, but from wildly different perspectives.”
“You would be correct… But not entirely.” Ijichi began. “Viewing this through Kant’s Categorical Imperative, A.I. could certainly be a useful tool. However, in its current state, it would fall under using man as means to an end. As most generative artificial intelligence is privately owned, the businesses that have created the programs are using them to gather data on users for advertising purposes. Using people this way is fundamentally against the Categorical Imperative.” He paused, looking up thoughtfully. “However, if artificial intelligence were to be solely a tool within the public sphere it could be a useful aid. Though it couldn’t take over all of man’s tasks, that would make us too passive. Thus, we wouldn’t be able uphold the universal maxims necessary to maintain a good world.” Ijichi then motioned for you to go.
You pondered on the topic for a moment, recalling your various sources surrounding moral inquiry. Feeling comfortable enough, you began. “As Nietzsche saw the Enlightenment's attempts to create ‘objective truth’ as a problem, he would likely see the same issues with A.I. We have created yet another ‘god’ to give us purpose, which will ultimately lead us into nihilism. This is especially true as we allow artificial intelligence the ability to strip us of our autonomy in return for convenience. We are literally giving away our ability to create our own purpose to a new ‘higher power.’” You shook your head, feeling yourself grow heated. “Effectively, we’re dooming ourselves by not making active decisions for ourselves. We do not need something ‘objective’ telling us what we can and can’t do in order to turn ourselves into perfect ‘producers.’”
“Without objective truth, there is no order.” Ijichi argued.
“That’s not true.” You huffed. “We create our truth through discourse.”
“But a reliance on collective subjective ideologies is still disorganized. Ultimately, somebody is going to be harmed by this subjectivity as it isn’t universal.”
“We recognize that harm. That’s why under Nietzsche’s philosophy, we are supposed strive to become the Übermensch.” You said.
“Übermensch?” Higuruma asked.
“Basically Nietzsche’s picture of the ideal man. A ‘superman.’” You looked at Higuruma, feeling your heart jolt as his soft expression read as one of admiration. “I-it’s a…” You shook your head, trying to find your thoughts again. “A person who has overcome nihilism and created their own ideals. Preferably ideals that allow us to live a more joyous life.”
“But if the superman creates his own ideals, how do people agree on what is moral?” Higuruma added.
“Exactly!” Ijichi pointed at Higuruma, a proud smirk on his face. “By viewing everything as universal, you remove a need for a person to discover a way to create ideals.”
“But, you still have to agree on what is universal. We have nothing to confirm what constitutes objective morality!” You shot back.
“You can test universality.” Ijichi rolled his eyes.
“Not entirely. There is still always room for error.” You narrowed your eyes at him.
The other members of your table watched this exchange with intrigue. Nanami watched you intently. His chin rested on his hand as he watched you passionately defend your stance. Those normally sharp eyes of his were soft as he drank in the image of you spouting and backing your personal philosophies.
Higuruma was in the same boat as Nanami: absolutely enthralled by your passion. The way you spoke and held yourself was well… kind of hot. Tugging at his collar, he felt himself grow warm at the thought. It didn’t help that his mind trailed to your conversation on the plane. It made him wonder how these personal ideals of yours translated into your beliefs about sexuality. He would need to explore this inquiry, preferably in a more intimate setting.
Neither of the men noticed the woman across from them watching their expressions intently. Nitta knew that Nanami was a softy for you, but kept that information to herself. It wasn’t her place to interfere, especially because it was fun watching the two of you tiptoe around your clear attraction toward each other. Now, it appeared there was a new player in this unknown game of romance. Nitta watched Higuruma looking at you as if you were a holy being. So much for avoiding ‘new gods’ to avoid falling into nihilism. Though, with the way that the man was staring at you, Nitta wondered if it was a good thing that nothing else in the world appeared to matter to him except for you. Someone like that could truly give you what you deserve. While you and Nitta were peers, you were also close friends. And goodness knows, you desperately needed to get laid.
“I’ve already said this before, but our reality is shaped by our discourse, not an objective truth. Therefore, those that become the ideal people would be able to create a discourse which provides the best ideals for everyone.” You said, clenching your fist in front of your face. “The Übermensch is supposed to be a pioneer for others.”
“Or, reality is our objective observations that we can draw universal conclusions from. Universal conclusions such as…”
“Say Categorical Imperative one more time, and I swear…” You pointed at Ijichi.
“Well, that is where the universal conclusions would come from.” He lifted his hands with a shrug.
“Urgh! You can be insufferable.” You grumbled, but were smiling wide.
“And you won’t admit that the only reason you hate objective truth so much, is because you’re afraid of the idea that you lack free will.” Nanami said
Your grin dropped, and you spun to face him. Your cheeks were burning as you took in his words. That motherfucker! Your eyes narrowed at him as you turned back to face Ijichi. “Don’t listen to him.” You grumbled.
“Is it true?” Ijichi asked, looking slightly concerned.
“N-no.” You said. “He’s just trying to get in my head to fuck with me.” You attempted to deflect, knowing full well Nanami saw right through you.
“Maybe we should end this. We have moved away from the original topic.” Ijichi offered his hand for a shake of good sportsmanship.
Nodding, you took it. “We’ll eventually end one of these with a winner.” You and Ijichi shared a laugh and a friendly handshake.
After dinner, your group parted ways as you were staying at different hotels. You promised to meet up with Nitta the next day during the conference lunch break. With a hug and a wave, you set off to get ready for bed.
The sun was fully set now and the air was very chilly. It appeared that none of your trio had the foresight to grab a jacket. Rubbing your hands over your arms, you tried to sooth the bumpy gooseflesh littering your skin. Noticing you shivering, Higuruma gave you an apologetic expression.
“Chilly?” He asked softly.
“It’s a bit nippy.” You shivered again as a light breeze blew by. “But we’re almost at the hotel.” You let out a sigh as the building came into view. “Then I can get warm and go to bed.”
At your words, Higuruma remembered your current rooming arrangement. “Speaking of beds, who do you want to share with tonight?”
Eyes widening, you realized you had forgotten about the situation. Heated debate tended to make you hyperfocus. Now, you were reminded of the fact that you were stuck with the men that you had hoped to find time to avoid.
Would you want to choose between the two of them? Saying ‘both” wasn’t really an option. Barely two people could fit on those double beds, much less three. Would one of them feel bad if you chose one over the other? No, you couldn’t choose, you would have to let fate decide.
“I don’t know.” You said. “You guys could toss a coin, and whoever loses has to sleep with me.”
“That doesn’t sound like much of a loss to me.” Higuruma smirked as he watched a blush bloom on your face.
“You don’t have to try and flatter me because we’re stuck in this situation.” You said, rubbing your arm nervously.
“He’s right.” Nanami sidled up on the other side of you. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying your company. Even in the nighttime.” He looked down at you, hoping that you would understand his implication.
“Oh.” You spoke softly with even more heat flaring to your cheeks. “I didn’t think you guys would want to…”
“What, sleep with you?” Higuruma chuckled as you shot daggers at him.
“It was a Freudian slip!” You tried to defend yourself.
“You know, you don’t always have to try and justify your thoughts.” He quirked an expectant brow at you.
“I don’t always try to justify my thoughts…” You mumbled with a pout.
“No?” Nanami asked, clearly unconvinced.
“I don’t!” You huffed. “I just happen to often think about things that require some semblance of credibility to back them.”
“You do realize you’re still doing it, right?” Higuruma pointed out, another chuckle made his eyes scrunch up as his chest rose and fell with each laugh.
The action had you suddenly realizing how attractive his laugh was. It was low like his voice, but there was a soft lilt to it. He either scrunched his eyes, or closed them completely as he grinned. You liked his laugh, a lot.
“I can’t help it.” You tried to argue, but your mind was no longer staying on the topic at hand.
“No?” Nanami asked, eyeing you curiously.
“You know this Nanami.” Crossing your arms, you let out a frustrated huff. “That’s just who I am.”
“I know.” He smiled softly at you. “It’s one of the many things I enjoy about you.”
Your eyes sparkled as they grew wide at his words. Unsure of what to say, you just sheepishly gave him a nod of acknowledgement.
Back in the hotel room, Higuruma pulled out a coin and handed it to you. Plucking it from his hand, you slightly brushed his fingers. An electric shock shot through your body, making your eyes widen. Taking in a shaky breath, you tried pushing the feeling away.
“Heads is Nanami, tails is Higuruma.” You looked between the two for any objections.
When none came, you continued. With your thumb, you flicked up the coin. When it landed on one hand, you slapped the other hand over it. Pulling back, you revealed it landed on heads.
“Sorry, Nanami, looks like you're stuck with me.” Attempting to appear nonchalant, you shrugged your shoulders. However, you could feel a mixture of excitement and nerves brewing within you. What if something hap– No! Internally, you snapped at yourself. Nothing was going to happen. You would just fall asleep on opposite sides of the bed. That’s all.
“I already told you, I’m perfectly fine with this arrangement.” Nanami said.
You didn’t notice it, but he and Higuruma exchanged a knowing look. Although he tried to hide it, Nanami could see the sting of defeat behind Higuruma’s stony expression. Wearing a sympathetic smile, Nanami patted him on the back.
“You’ll get tomorrow night.” He whispered in Higuruma’s ear.
“Right.” Higuruma stiffened, afraid the heat rushing to his face would reveal his emotions.
Unaware of the exchange, you grabbed your pjs and toiletries to get ready for bed. As you washed your face and brushed your teeth, you hyped yourself up to not become a flustered mess with Nanami beside you. Of course you just had to find yourself in the most cliche scenarios with people that you found very attractive. “Oh no, there's only…” You spoke to yourself, dramatically gasping. “One bed?! Whatever shall I do?” You mocked the notion with a nasally voice. Shaking your head, you scoffed. “Stop trying to make out to be something it isn’t…” You muttered.
Once you were done, you exited the bathroom to find Nanami and Higuruma had also changed. Both of them were shirtless, making your cheeks flare red. So much for trying not to be flustered… You admonished yourself. Seeing them like this, your mind wandered along with your eyes. They trailed over the extremely toned muscle that Nanami’s torso displayed. You had an idea that he had a solid body, but now it was 100 percent confirmed. Sculpted pecs were followed by chiseled abs that you could imagine running your hands over. Turning your attention to Higuruma, you took in his appearance as well. Though he was less toned than Nanami, he wasn’t less attractive. He had a solid chest but a softer belly. Just barely peeking through the skin on his abdomen were the outline of abs. Something else that caught your eye was the neatly trimmed dark trail that started right beneath his belly button leading down his pants. The sight had your thighs clenching.
Realizing you had been staring a bit too long, your gaze immediately shot away. Stiffly, you made your way to the bed and tucked yourself under the covers. Fuck, fuck fuck. Cheeks burning you couldn’t get the image of their shirtless figures out of your mind.
Noticing your change in demeanor, Higuruma quirked a brow at you. “Everything alright?”
Not turning to look at him, you spoke to the wall. “Yeah, just tired. Traveling kind of wears me out.” You lied, trying to will the heat in your cheeks away.
“If you say so.” Higuruma then exited the room to take his turn in the restroom.
Alone with Nanami, you felt your skin prickle with nerves. Behind you, you felt the covers shuffle as the man joined you in bed. Though he kept his distance, you could feel his body heat radiating off of him. It was enticing, calling for you to turn around and embrace him in order to suck up some of that warmth. You steeled yourself, tucking the covers underneath your body as if you could trap yourself in a cocoon of blankets to avoid touching the man.
“Have a good night.” His voice was soft.
Turning around to look at him, you felt your heart jolt. He was looking at you over his glasses, a book was in his hands. Looking down, you tried to read the title. It was something about mass communication. Shooting your gaze back up, you asked “What are you reading?”
“‘Journalistic Integrity in the Age of the Internet.’ It’s a pretty insightful piece on the current broadcast news practices.” His attention turned to the book. From where he had it opened, it looked like he was a little over half-way through with it.
“You read before bed often?” You tucked your hands under your chin on your pillow.
“Yes. It can help one get quality rest.”
“I don’t think I could read communication work before bed.” You said.
“No?” Nanami gave you a curious glance.
“I’d be too scared I’d trick myself to fall asleep every time I read about the subject. Which would be kind of bad, considering it’s my livelihood.” You smiled softly at him.
Letting out a huff of amusement, he added “I can see why that would be concerning. So what do you like to read?”
You shared your preferred genre with him, to which he gave a nod of acknowledgement.
“I tend to go for non-fiction for my leisurely reads.” He shared.
“Fiction doesn’t do it for you?” You asked.
“Not really. Our line of work has ruined the illusion for me. It’s become difficult for me to suspend my disbelief.”
“Fair enough.” You nodded, adding that new bit of Nanami trivia to the back of your mind. “Well, I’m gonna sleep.”
“Goodnight.” Nanami said softly, his tone making your heart warm.
“Goodnight. Don’t let the bedbugs bite.” You turned around, a soft smile on your face as you drifted off.
With your back turned, you didn’t notice the softened expression on Nanami’s face as he took in the sight of your sleeping form. Though he didn’t want to make this out to be something it wasn’t, he felt a swell of pride in his chest at the realization that you trusted him enough to fall asleep in the same bed. It was the little wins that counted, he supposed.
An alarm screamed out at six in the morning. Groaning, you snuggled into what you had believed was your pillow. When your cheek was met with stiff muscle, your eyes shot wide open. Grumbling himself, Nanami was also stirring awake. A strong arm encircling you had you tightly pressed against him, making escape impossible for you. With his free arm, Nanami shut off the alarm. Silence settled in the room. Blinking his eyes open slowly, he looked down at you with surprise. Locking your gaze with his, you felt heat rise to your cheeks.
“Morning.” You said softly.
“Mornin’” Nanami’s voice was gravely from sleep.
“Morning.” You said again.
“You said that already.” A chuckle reverberated from his chest. He hadn’t let go of you yet, and it seemed like he didn’t mind the fact that the two of you had woken up in this position.
“Oh.” You looked away, and muttered. “I should get up.”
Nanami didn’t appreciate your avoidance. A warm hand cupped your cheek, turning you to look at him. When you made eye contact again, your heart stuttered. He was staring at you, those hazel eyes soft with a glimmer of adoration. Your mouth suddenly felt dry as you looked back up at him, a glimmer of your own sparkling in your irises.
“Why the rush?”
“I like to look presentable.”
“I thought you set an alarm for seven.” He nodded at your phone on the night stand beside you.
“Early bird gets the worm, right?” You chuckled awkwardly, feeling your chest press up against Nanami’s with each uncomfortable laugh. “So, could you maybe let me go?” You squirmed in his grip.
“Hmmm.” He looked up, contemplating your request. “Ask nicely.” His voice was low.
“What?” Your eyes widened.
“You heard me.”
“That’s ridiculous.” You huffed with a pout.
“Oh, c’mon. It’s not that hard. Just say the magic word.” He teased, eyes sparking with an uncharacteristic mischievous glint.
“Abracadabra.” You spat, then pushed against his chest to try and get out of his hold.
“Nice try.” Nanami just circled his arms even tighter around you, pressing you against his body. “You can do it. I believe in you.”
“I don’t appreciate you patronizing me, you know.”
“You’re being avoidant. You know, you could’ve been out of this right away if you just did as I asked?”
“I will not be doing so.” You shook your head.
“Guess we’ll just be stuck like this all morning.” He sighed airily.
“You’re kidding.” You shook your head at him.
“Am I?”
“I’m not entertaining this.” You huffed, trying to figure out how to get out of this. “I’ll scream for Higuruma.” You said, eyes narrowing to emphasis.
“Is that so?”
“You know how stubborn I am.” Your gaze remained hardened.
“So you’ll wake up your colleague instead of just saying ‘please?’” Nanami chuckled again.
“I will.” There was no waver in your voice or expression.
Seeing as you weren’t going to comply, Nanami conceded. Releasing you from his grasp, he let out a sad sigh. To avoid being trapped again, you immediately scrambled out of bed. Though it felt nice to be in his arms, you knew exactly what Nanami was trying to test. You weren’t going to allow yourself to fall for it.
“I told you I maintain my convictions.” You straightened yourself up, shooting a challenging glare his way.
“And I told you, ‘we’ll see about that.’” He coyly smirked at you.
“Welcome communication professionals and scholars!” Polite clapping filled the auditorium where the opening session was being held. “We are so excited for another year of expanding our horizons in the field of communication!” The announcer droned on, explaining the purpose of the conference. “Without further ado, here is our keynote speaker!” They motioned to an older woman that made her way up the stage steps.
Nudging you, Higuruma broke you out of the daze from the lecture. “Hm?” You blinked twice, shaking your head. “Sorry.”
“You’re good. How long does this normally last?” He asked.
“A little over an hour.” You sighed. “They have a few speakers, then send us off.”
“When are you speaking?” He asked.
“Tomorrow evening, there’s a specific event for the distinguished scholars.” You shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal. However, you could feel the beginnings of a nervous pit in your stomach.
Sure, you gave plenty of lectures, you were a university professor after all. The issue at hand was the fact that you were giving a lecture to hundreds of your peers. You had done panels on your research in the past, but you shared the stage with others. This time, you would be alone onstage. There was the additional fact that you were representing your university, meaning you were expected to make a good impression. Gotta make sure more people enroll in your communication program…
“Are you excited?” Higuruma asked, pulling you from your anxious thoughts.
“Yeah. I mean, it’s an honor to be chosen for an award like this.” You chewed on your lip, keeping your eyes on the stage, but your mind was wandering elsewhere.
“I’m sure you’ll be fantastic.” Higuruma clasped your shoulder with a reassuring shake.
“Thanks.” You said softly, feeling yourself heat up at his touch.
“You will be fantastic.” Nanami piped up beside you, giving you an encouraging nod.
“I feel like you’re thinking a bit too highly of me.” You shook your head, you didn’t want their words to get to your head.
“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.” Nanami shot you a knowing look over his glasses.
Once the opening session wrapped up, your trio parted ways to attend various lectures and panels. Throughout the morning, you were enlightened by the many different perspectives you heard at the events you attended. Nitta joined you at a panel for mass communication and politics which ended right before the conference’s lunch break. As you walked out of the room, you were enthusiastically speaking with each other.
“I don’t know how I didn’t conceive of viewing broadcast journalism through Mulvey’s visual pleasure!” Nitta exclaimed.
“Well, you never really took a gender studies approach on the topic.” You pointed out.
“True, but I will be now!” She tapped on her chin. “I know Butler also has some good work on mainstream media as well. I’ll have to start building up more resources.”
“Do you know what you’d be looking into?”
“There’s a lot now!” She hummed to herself thoughtfully. “Right now my mind is going to investigating the type of news stories stations have their female and male reporters do.”
“And then you’d see how Mulvey’s work plays into those decisions?” You asked, feeling an energetic buzz.
“Exactly!” She pointed at you.
Before you could continue, you spotted a familiar face walking towards you. Tall, broad shouldered, with pink hair and facial tattoos, he was very distinguishable from the crowd of communication scholars and researchers. As he headed your way, you watched people quickly disperse to give him room. When he reached you, he shot you a toothy grin and offered his hand. You looked down at it, feeling an uncomfortable chill crawl up your spine. Deciding to be polite you accepted it, giving him a firm shake.
“Afternoon.” He said, shaking your hand with a strong grip.
“Good afternoon, Sukuna.” You nodded at him with a fake smile, then realized that Nitta likely didn’t know him. “Oh, this is my good friend Nitta.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” He shook her hand as well.
“Yeah…” Nitta gave you a look of confusion.
“Sukana is the owner and president of Shrine.” You said.
“The defense contractor?” Nitta looked at you with surprise, her body stiffening. “How do you know each other?”
“Oh, he read some of my work and provided a grant for other research.” You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly.
“Really?” She seemed a bit perturbed.
“It wasn’t for the company, if that’s what you’re concerned about.” Sukuna chuckled. “I personally offered the grant.”
“What exactly did you research?” Nitta asked, her voice unconvinced.
“Familial dynamics and possible connections with sexual power dynamics in future relationships.” You said, feeling yourself grow nervous under her scrutiny. “I’m pretty sure I sent the paper to you before I shared it with the journal editor.”
“Oh! I do remember that one.” Nitta turned to Sukuna. “Did you ask her to specifically study that?”
“No. Like she said, I found her previous work to be interesting. I asked what she had been wanting to study and offered the funds.”
“I actually sent him three different grant letters, he chose the one I ended up working on.” You added, then turned back to Sukuna. “So, what are you doing here? Trying to find more scholars to nab for organizational research?” You ribbed him, though you still felt gross in his presence.
“Perhaps.” He huffed with amusement. “We actually have a booth in the business hall. The offer to work for us still stands if you’re interested.”
“I’m tenured now.” You shrugged, glad to have a good excuse.
“Is that so?” He hummed with an impressed expression. “Congratulations. When did that happen?”
“Last year.”
“Damn. Just a year too late.” He sighed. “Well that’s too bad.”
Suddenly, you felt an imposing presence stand beside you. Nanami had joined your group with Higuruma awkwardly hanging back. He looked down at you, brows slightly tensed with concern. “Are you two planning on getting lunch?” Nanami asked you and Nitta.
“Uh yeah…” You turned to look at Sukuna who was waiting expectantly. “But we were talking to someone first.” Rude. You gave Nanami the side eye.
“I see.” Nanami glanced at Sukuna with an irritated expression. “Well, we’ll wait for you to finish then.”
“Cool.” You eyed the man suspiciously, but decided to not dwell on it. Returning your attention to Sukuna, you continued your conversation. “Sorry about that…”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve tried to recruit your colleague before.” He waved you off with an amused smirk.
Oh. That’s why…
“Yeah, he um, has some strong boundaries surrounding his work.” You said.
“I’m aware.” Sukuna chuckled. “Well, I won’t take up any more of your time then. It was nice to see you again.” Patting your shoulder, he nodded at you and Nitta and headed off.
“Okay. That was weird.” Nitta said.
“I didn’t know he had asked Nanami to do research.” You were surprised he had never brought up to you. “He would never take money from someone like him though.”
“So why did you?” Nitta asked.
“Because he didn’t use the funds to sway the results of my work. He pretty much told me to do things the way I needed to and provided me with the money.” You shrugged. “Nanami believes that his money should be more ‘ethically’ sourced, so to speak. But he has the ability to turn down offers.” You sighed. “In my line of work, I don’t get much funding. So as long as I can conduct my research ethically, I avoid thinking about where the money is sourced from.” You cringed at yourself. “That still sounds bad, doesn’t it?” You asked Nitta, looking to read her expression.
“I mean, as long as the people funding you have no actual sway in how the study is conducted, I don’t see the problem. And the subjects you study are more difficult to get backing. I understand why you feel like you can’t be picky.” She gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. I mean, look where it got you.” She motioned around the conference. “Miss Distinguished Scholar.” She parroted Ino with a grin.Wrapping her arm around your shoulder, she guided you to where Higuruma and Nanami were waiting.
Your group grabbed lunch, and managed to find a table at an outdoor patio at the center. You sat beside Nanami, feeling a tension emanating from the man. Swallowing a bite of food, he turned to you. “So what were you discussing with Sukuna?”
“Just catching up a bit.” You shrugged nonchalantly, afraid of where this conversation was heading.
“It sounded like he was trying to hire you again.” There was an irritated edge to his voice.
Higuruma perked up at that, eyes darting between you and Nanami as he began to feel the beginnings of something heated.
When he and Nanami waited for you to finish up your conversation, Higuruma could tell Nanami was irritated. His jaw tensed and eyes narrowed as he watched you speak with Sukuna. Higuruma didn’t know if it was his place to ask about the situation, but Nanami did it for him.
“No.” Nanami let out a frustrated huff. “I bet he’s telling her he can fund another piece of research for her.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” Higuruma wore a confused expression.
“Yes, he’s a fucking warmonger.”
It took a moment of looking at him, but Higuruma now recognized the man standing in front of you. “Oh shit, he’s that–”
“Yeah.” Nanami cut him off. “The war profiteer. Shrine…” He hissed out the company name. “He had the audacity to ask me to conduct an internal review of Shrine’s organizational structure.”
“I’m assuming you turned him down?” Higuruma asked.
“Yes. It was clear he was going to try and use it to manipulate his staff.” Nanami felt his chest tighten as he watched you nervously smile at Sukuna. “But our friend here took his money.”
“I’m sure she had her reasons.” Higuruma didn’t believe for a second that you would just accept funds from someone like that without cause.
It wasn’t just the fact that Sukuna had recruited you for research that bothered Nanami. No, it was the way that the man looked at you as if you were a piece of meat. Those dark eyes trailing over your body, seeing it as something to claim. While you didn’t notice it, it was all Nanami could focus on.
Nanami was angry for you, but even more mad at himself. To judge Sukuna for his actions made Nanami a hypocrite. He knew full well that he had viewed you in a similarly lustful way. It didn’t help that he often thought of you as a challenge; feeling like he had to overcome your insistent need to fight against hierarchical structures in your relationships. Nanami disliked Sukuna as a mirror of his behavior towards you.
Back at the table, you responded to Nanami’s comment. “I told him I’m tenured now.” You stabbed your fork harshly into your food, preparing yourself for a lecture from your colleague.
“That’s good.” Despite the heat of anger brewing, Nanami attempted to keep up a cool facade.
“Yeah.” You hoped he would leave it at that.
“Did he offer to fund more of your research?” His tone was slightly accusatory.
“No.” You said a little too quickly.
“Hmm. What if he did?” Nanami knew he was testing dangerous waters when you shot him a glare.
“I wouldn’t accept it.”
“Really?”
“Nanami, I do not want to get into this again.” Your voice was low. “Back then, I didn’t have much work published and no one wanted to back my research. I didn’t have much of a choice.”
“You did have a choice, you just decided to go the easy route.” What the fuck was he doing? He knew his irritation wasn’t towards you, yet here he was projecting onto you.
“Oh?” You fully turned to him, face scowling. “I’m sorry that I’m not in one of the fields that businesses love to pump money into. Not all of us want to look at the organizational structures of companies to improve efficiency.” You jabbed a finger in his chest.
“I don’t do it to help companies.” He shook his head at you. “I do it to help their employees.”
“If I recall correctly, that thought process didn’t occur until I convinced you needed to take a more critical approach to your research.” Your sharp tone had Nanami’s brows rising.
“Maybe you should have applied that to your own ethical standards.” Nanami knew he was digging himself into a hole, but found he couldn’t stop himself. Perhaps it was that avoidant part of him that decided pushing you away would allow him to run away from confronting his personal ethical dilemma.
“Why are you acting like this?” You felt your chest tighten painfully. “I thought we agreed this was water under the bridge years ago.”
“I–” Nanami couldn’t find the words, realizing explaining his actual reasoning would only reveal his own scummy behavior.
Seeing as he wasn’t going to answer, you stood up with your food. “I’m going to the next panel.” Nodding at Higuruma and Nitta, you gave them an apologetic look. “Thanks for joining us.”
You avoided Nanami for the rest of the day. It was difficult for you to concentrate on the lectures you attended as your stomach bubbled with irritation and anger. Why the fuck would he bring that up? We settled this! I apologized. Shaking your head, you tried to push the thoughts away and pay attention to what the speakers were saying.
On the bus back to the hotel, you opted to sit next to a stranger rather than your coworkers. Staring out the window, you wondered how you were going to handle being around them for the evening. Seeing yourself in the reflection, you spotted how tired you looked. No, you weren’t going to let a little drama ruin your time at the conference. Hardening your gaze, you decided to try and enjoy the evening on your own.
Back in the hotel room, you grabbed a comfortable sweater and one of the room keys. Just as you were about to head out, Nanami grabbed your wrist to stop you. His touch seared against your skin, making you try to yank your hand back. His strong grip kept hold. You felt heat crawl up your neck, threatening to reach your face. A betrayal of your body.
“Where are you going?” He asked.
“Oh, are you going to scrutinize how I spend my evening now?” You spat at him.
“We just want to make sure we know where you are in case we need to check on you.” Jumping in, Higuruma tried to deescalate.
Fine. That was a plausible excuse. “Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m going on a walk and getting dinner. Happy?” You pointedly looked between the two of them.
“Are you meeting with anyone?” Nanami asked.
Leaning your head back, you let out a long groan. “No, Nanami. I’m not meeting anyone.” Shaking yourself off, you grumbled. “Honestly I might try doing that so I have somewhere else to spend the night.”
At those words, Higuruma shot an accusatory glare at Nanami. Nodding in your direction, he indicated that Nanami needed to fix the situation.
“Don’t do that.” Nanami said, swallowing thickly, releasing your wrist.
“Why?” You crossed your arms over your chest, quirking a brow.
“Because it’s not safe.”
“You really just want to tell me what to do, don’t you?” You felt that anger in your belly flare to life.
“I just don’t want you to get hurt.” Nanami’s voice softened, but it didn’t change your demeanor.
“I’m sure. Just like you didn’t want to hurt me by bringing up Sukuna.” You felt a sour taste on the back of your tongue as you said the name.
“That’s–” Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose, realizing he was doing himself no favors. “I’m just trying–”
“Trying to what?” You practically growled. “Gain power over me? You seem to enjoy testing that.”
“That’s not–” Nanami let out a long stream of air through his nose. “I’m just teasing you about that stuff.”
“It doesn’t feel like teasing when you throw past mistakes at me. Trying to make yourself seem holier-than-thou.” This was becoming too irritating. The feeling of tightness had returned to your chest.
“I was concerned you were going to work with him again, can you blame me?” He ran a shaky hand through his hair.
“What?! I told you I wouldn’t do that again. Just because I talked to the guy doesn’t mean I’m about to throw that away. Do you really think that lowly of me?” You felt your eyes begin to sting from growing watery.
“N-no! I think lowly of him!” Nanami raised his arms in exacerbation. “He clearly wants more than just your research from you, and I can’t believe you don’t see that!” What the fuck was he doing? This was exactly what he didn’t want to say.
Your eyes widened. “W-what the fuck are you talking about?” Biting your tongue, you shook your head. “You know what, I actually don’t want to know. This is so unlike you. I don’t understand what your problem is. But I hope you figure it out soon.” Turning away from him, you exited the hotel room before he could stop you.
Clicking shut, the door automatically locked. Alone in the room, Higuruma ran a hand through his hair. He shook his head at Nanami with a scowl. Well fuck.
Sighing, Nanami ran a hand down his face. “She’s right. I don’t know what my problem is either.”
“You’re jealous?” Higuruma said, confused as to how Nanami was unaware of this. “Or at least concerned that she’s seeing other people. And seeing her talk to Sukuna just made that come to a head.” Higuruma looked at him pointedly, and was met with a glare. “Or I’m just pulling shit out of my ass.” He shrugged, aware that he was correct in his statements.
“No…” Nanami sadly sighed. “You’re right.”
“I know. Anyways…” Higuruma grabbed a jacket and quickly put it on. He also snatched up one of the room keys. “I’m going to attempt to fix what just happened so our friend doesn’t try to find a random stranger to sleep with.”
“I can–” Nanami weakly started, but was cut off by Higuruma raising a hand.
“Actually, I think you’ve done enough talking for tonight.”
Dropping his head, Nanami nodded in agreement. “Yeah. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said all of that.” He admonished himself with a grimace.
“Maybe you should take some of her advice.” Higurma tugged at the collar of his jacket.
“Hm?” Nanami quirked a questioning brow.
“You know, following your pleasure over your need for power?” Higuruma cheekily grinned as Nanami sighed heavily.
“Is that what you plan on doing?”
“Hey, I told you I wanted something to happen on this trip. So, I’ll be making something happen.” With that, Higuruma exited the room, leaving Nanami alone with his thoughts and regrets.
synop: On a stormy night, you find yourself feeling especially melancholy. A desperate yearning for something unknown has been eating at you. Yuji joins and comforts you, making you understand what you were looking for.
words: 4.1K
includes: moduloyuji x f!reader, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, love confessions, age gap, mutual pining, yearning, making out, sex, oral sex, squirting, creampie, friends with benefits to lovers, thunderstorms
a/n: Listened to "Porch Light" by Noah Kahan on repeat while writing this. This is smutty, no minors!
Laying in bed, you watched rain drops tap at the large window in your bedroom. A flash of lightning shot down from the sky, briefly illuminating your bedroom. With a trick you recalled from your youth, you counted the seconds down in your head. At five seconds you heard the rumble of thunder.
“One mile away.” You spoke to yourself, with a soft smile.
This storm had you feeling some odd kind of melancholy. The cause of the unknown sadness whispered at the back of your mind but you couldn’t exactly pinpoint where it had come from. It was a comforting sadness though. The kind that wraps you in a cooling hug, letting you sigh with tears slipping down your face. Touching your face, you felt a wet drop on your cheek. Looking down at your hand, the remnants shined on your finger as another flash of lightning crackled.
A hand that wasn’t your own swiped away the tear on your other cheek. Turning to the side, you saw a familiar face. Yuji’s expression was one of concern, brows knit together as he attempted to read your thoughts. The thumb on your cheek stroked the skin softly… lovingly. Pressing your head against his hand, your eyes fluttered shut with a soft sigh.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I don’t know.” Your voice held a hint of wistfulness, an indication that you were still working at figuring out the reason for the sadness. Blinking your eyes open, your heart stuttered when your gaze connected with his. “Why the surprise visit?”
“I don’t know. It was a gut feeling.”
Cocking your head to the side, you raised a curious brow. “Gut feeling?”
“Some part of me told me that I should see you.” Rubbing the back of his neck, Yuji knew he needed to be more honest than that. “I also wanted to see you.”
Scooting closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Yuji…” Inching your face towards his, your lips lightly brushed together. “I miss you.” You murmured. The words struck his heart like a knife.
“I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say.
“Why?” You pulled back to look at him, those apologetic puppy-dog eyes shimmering with regret. “I never said it was a bad thing.” Nuzzling his nose with your own, you smiled softly. “I just want you to know that I think about you when you're gone.”
A small gasp pushed past his lips, eyes sparkling up at you with pure adoration. Cupping your cheek, he pressed his lips to yours. It started soft and light, just slow open mouthed kisses. When his tongue dipped in to tangle with yours, it grew heated. The taste of you hit his senses and he groaned. A high pitched whine was let out when he softly nipped at your lower lip and sucked it. Dipping his tongue into your mouth again, your moan was swallowed between his lips.
His chest began to heave as the kisses grew more desperate. You had crawled into his lap, curling your fingers into his soft pink locks. Giving his scalp a light scratch, you relished in the low moan the action had elicited. Hot opened mouthed kisses trailed from your lips, over your jaw, then down the column of your throat. Making sure to meet those sweet spots of yours, he nipped then licked at the sensitive skin.
Curling his fingers into your hair, he yanked your head back to look at you. Those sweet eyes had now darkened with hunger. He licked his spit slickened lips before speaking, “I need you.” His voice was raspy, desperate.
Nodding slowly, you were about to lean back in, but the hand on your hair abruptly stopped you. Shaking his head, Yuji’s eyes narrowed. “Say it.”
“S-say what?” You breathed out, heart racing.
“Say you need me too.” His hardened gaze softened. “Please.”
“I need you.”
With that, he crashed his lips into yours once more. Beneath your sleepshirt, his hands slid over your hot skin. Cupping your breasts, he played with your pebbled nipples. As he teased, you whined into his mouth. Smirking against your lips, he traced on hand down. It landed right between your legs. Feeling the accumulated wetness through your sleepshorts, he groaned. Long fingers dipped under the waistband, finding your soaked heat. His index and middle fingers circled around your puffy clit, making your hips jolt. He swallowed another whine of yours, tangling your tongues together.
“Sit on my face.” He slightly pulled back, hot breath fanning your face as he panted.
When you nodded, he lit up. A boyish grin pulled the corners of his lips wide. Shuffling back onto your bed, he laid down on a pillow. You pulled off your sleepshorts and were about to climb on top of him when he stopped you.
“Take everything off.” He looked pointedly at your shirt.
Stripping it off, he let out a satisfied hum. Crawling over him, your breasts lightly jiggled making him lick his lips. You grabbed onto the headboard of your bed, positioning yourself right above his face. Looking up at your glistening cunt, Yuji let out another groan.
It seemed that you were taking too long to give the man what he wanted. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he made your pussy slam into his lips. Immediately his tongue slid between your pussylips, landing on your sensitive clit with a swirl. Over and over he dragged his tongue through your heat. With your taste flooding his mouth, he groaned against you. The vibrations from the sound shot straight to your core where a familiar coil was tightening.
“F-fuck, Yuji!” You squealed when he sucked your clit lightly before dipping his tongue into your cunt. “You feel so good.” Your hand gripped on his hair, giving it a light tug.
Eyes rolled back, Yuji moaned at the pleasurable pain. His ministrations grew harsher. Tongue brutalizing your clit with fast flicks followed by flattened laps. Each swirl over the sensitive nub tightened that coil more and more. He behaved like a starved man. Your pussy was a meal he had been absolutely desperate for. With each pass of his tongue, he drank in more and more of your essence. His body craved to taste you forever.
However, this wasn’t just about him. He needed to give you pure bliss. Make you crest and crash around him. A sight that would be just for him. A sight he would memorize perfectly so he could replay it accurately every time he wished.
You were growing closer to the edge, thighs shaking around Yuji’s head. Gripping onto the headboard, your eyes screwed shut. All you could focus on was the pleasure building up in your core. His tongue mapped you out perfectly, knowing exactly what he needed to do to tip you over the edge.
“Y-yu… You breathed out shakily as he focused his attention on your clit.
In response, he hummed against you with content. Slurping up everything you had to offer, his tongue curled at your clit. You cried out, it would only be a bit longer. With your body buzzing, you felt the coil ready to snap.
A suck to your clit had you breaking. Arching back, your thighs clenched around his head in a vice-like grip. Your release splashed onto his face, making him groan. Unconsciously, your hips grinded against his mouth. The hold you had on his hair controlling where his mouth should be. His tongue willingly kept up with your hips movements, sucking up every drop of your essence that he could.
When you came down, you let out a soft sigh. The sight between your legs had you whimpering. Yuji looked up at you with hooded eyes. The lower half of his face was shiny with your slick, and he smiled at you while his tongue circled around his mouth to collect it. Keeping eye contact, he pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh.
Just when you thought you were able to move off of him, Yuji’s arms clamped you back down. Attaching his mouth to your cunt, he restarted the process of providing you ecstasy. Eyes rolled back, he groaned as he was granted another taste of you. Oh so sweet, he was absolutely addicted to your unique flavor. Dipping his tongue into your tight hole, he pushed it in and out to slurp up more of your slick.
Above him you whined and shook. “Y-yuji!” You squeaked out, eyes clenching shut as you felt a new coil tightening very quickly. “It’s too much!”
He didn’t believe you, continuing his brutal pace against your sopping cunt. Sucking in your sensitive clit, he had you snapping once again. Hot white pleasure coursed through your body, making you shake in ecstasy. More slick sprayed on his face that he gratefully lapped up. Softly moaning, you rode out your high as he languidly licked your overstimulated pussy.
When you were back on earth, you looked at the man between your legs with a glare and a very kissable pout. Sliding himself out from beneath you, he made your cunt line up with the bulge in his pants. He hissed as he felt your slick pussy grind him through the fabric. Capturing your lips, he met your thrusts. Through the fabric his thick cock pushed up against your oversensitive clit, zapping small sparks of pleasure to your core.
Reaching down, you curled your fingers over the waistband of his joggers. Uncoordinated, you shoved them down, leaving them bunched up at his ankles. Those tight boxers of his followed shortly afterwards, leaving his cock standing tall, thick, and proud. A bead of translucent white dripped from the head. It was a sight that had your mouth watering.
Laying down between his legs, you gripped the base of his shaft tightly. Fluttering his eyes shut, Yuji softly moaned at the soft kisses you trailed up his length. Stopping at the tip, you swirled your tongue over it. Another moan escaped his mouth as you began to take his length between your lips. Before you could take him all the way down your throat, a strong hand ripped your head off of his cock.
With shallow breaths, he shook his head at you. “N-no…” His voice was gravely. “I need to feel you.”
He coaxed you forward, stopping you when you were lined up with his cock. Pressing the head into your wet heat, your body stiffened at the thickness forcing its way in. “Relax…” He breathed out.
Nodding your head, you released your tense muscles. With your body pliant, it was easy for him to slip all of the way in. The tip of his thick cock pressed right into the gummy spot that had you seeing stars behind your eyelids. With his cock fully settled inside of you, a small whine passed through your lips. Inside you felt his length twitch at the sound.
Feeling you lift your hips, Yuji’s hands settled at your waist and held you in place. With brows furrowed in frustration, you pouted at his interruption. Cocking his head to the side, he gave you an amused expression. The scarred corner of his lips quirked into a handsome smirk.
“I want you like this.” He sighed with content, relaxing back into the pillows on your bed. His fingers slid up and down the sides of your body. “So full of me you can barely think.” His grin grew wider as your pussy clenched around him at his words.
“Yuji…” You pressed your body against his, breasts smushing against his still clothed chest.
“Hm?” He still gave you that amused look.
“I want you to fuck me.” Your voice held an irritated edge to it.
“I will.” One of his hands cupped your face, pulling you in to kiss him. “But I want us to enjoy this first.”
You groaned, but nodded, making his eyes light up.
“I’ll give you what you want. Just talk to me first.”
“Huh?” You leaned back with a quizzical expression.
“You miss me, I miss you. It’s been awhile, so let’s talk.”
“We normally talk after this, you know?” You crossed your arms over your chest, raising a questioning brow.
“I know. And I love our pillow talk, trust me I do…” He trailed, leaning his head as he looked up at the ceiling. “But we never really talk in the moment.” He softly smiled, shrugging his shoulders. “I just think it’d be nice.”
Despite the odd scenario you were in, you found his thought process quite endearing. Your chest tightened as he continued to smile so sweetly at you, adoration beaming from those bright brown eyes.
“Can I get a bit more comfortable?” You asked, shifting your hips as you felt an ache in your lower back from sitting up straight. The action had you stiffening and Yuji’s thighs twitching. The head of his cock pressed harder against your sweet spot.
Licking his lips, he nodded. “Of course.” His hands moved to your back as you laid against his chest.
Through the soft fabric of his shirt you heard his heartbeat. A comforting thump that had you fluttering your eyes shut. Pressing yourself tight against him, you reached your hands around his neck. Murmuring, you asked, “What do you want to talk about?”
“Anything.” One of his hands moved to your head, soothingly scratching at your scalp. “What did you have for breakfast?”
Snorting, you pushed yourself up to look at him. “Seriously?”
“What?” He asked innocently.
“Your buried balls deep in me and you want to talk about what I had for breakfast?” You shook your head incredulously.
Grinning, he nodded enthusiastically.
“I didn’t eat breakfast today.” You said, settling back against his chest.
“That’s an unhealthy habit you have.” He shook his head admonishingly. “I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”
“You’re planning on spending the night?” You asked softly, feeling another bout of tightness in your chest.
“Of course.”
He had done so many times before, but never really explicitly stated that he was going to. It felt significantly different now that he had actually said it. The words had your heart fluttering.
“What did you have for breakfast?” You asked.
Feeling you smile against his chest, Yuji grinned with a content sigh. “Eggs and rice. Nothing fancy.”
Before he could ask another question a huge flash of lighting lit up the room immediately followed by the sound of thunder. The weather had the both of you slightly jumping, forcing Yuji’s cock to move in and out of you. Once again, his tip kissed into that spot where you needed him most. Bunching his shirt in your hands, you groaned. The plush walls of your pussy fluttered around his cock, making Yuji softly moan.
“You feel good…” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Like you were made just for me.” He nuzzled his nose into your hair, then turned his attention to the window as another flash of lightning appeared. “Do you like the rain?”
“Yeah.” You said, turning your head to look at the window. Rain streaked down the panes, blurring the view overlooking Tokyo. Bright lights pooled together amongst various droplets. A calming sight that had you sighing contently against Yuji’s chest. “It makes me feel…” You couldn’t find the word. “I don’t know. Like there’s something I’m searching for. A yearning that I can’t quite place…Sehnsucht, I think.” The closest thing you could think of. German tended to have phrases able to explain what English couldn’t.
“What’s that?” Yuji looked down at you curiously.
“It’s German. A word that encapsulates that feeling.” You traced a finger up and down his neck. “It’s neither a good or bad thing, but for some reason… I like it.”
“Sehnsucht…” He attempted the word, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
Chuckling lightly, you pressed yourself closer to him. Perhaps this position wasn’t as frustrating as you originally believed. It turned out to be quite comforting to have him filling you up so nicely. His cock tucked snuggling inside of you as you cuddled. It was a closeness you had never experienced with anyone. A closeness that you realized you didn’t want to experience with anyone else.
Pushing yourself up, you cupped Yuji’s face. Trailing your hand down his jaw, he watched you curiously. Softly, your thumb slid over the scar at the corner of his lips. “You’re so pretty.” You murmured. Looking into his eyes, your heart stuttered.
Grabbing your hand gently, he pulled your palm to his lips. Eyes fluttering shut, he pressed a kiss to the middle. The feeling of his lips on your skin filled you with an electrifying intensity.
Opening his eyes, he beamed at you. “You’re beautiful.” He kissed your palm again.
With wide eyes, your cheeks darkened at his words. He lightly laughed at the sight.
“I love that.” He cupped your face. “You blush a lot.” His own cheeks were tinted pink.
“I can’t help it.” You muttered, slightly embarrassed.
“I know. I think that’s why I love it so much.”
His words zapped right to your heart. Why is he using that word?
He continued, “You are very careful about what you let people see.” His thumb lightly circled on your cheek. “When you blush, I know that you’re affected by the things I say.”
“Do you like the rain?” You felt the urgent need to change the subject.
“Sometimes.” He pulled your face to his, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. “I think I really like it right now.” Tapping his chin, he thought up another question. “What’s your favorite movie?”
You laughed airily, then gave him your favorite film. “What about yours?”
“Human Earthworm.” He bit his lip sheepishly.
You recognized the name, letting out a snort. “My uncle loves those movies. He tried to get my brother to watch them.”
“They’re classic cinema.” Yuji grinned, relieved that you didn’t think differently of him for his taste in film.
“I think I’ll stick with The Godfather.” You gave him a cheeky grin.
He laughed lightheartedly, his chest bouncing with each laugh. You joined in, giggling turning into cackling. When you came down, you saw he was looking at you longingly. Even though he was buried deep inside of you, it looked as if he was seeing you from a distance. The sight had your heart clenching.
“You look beautiful.”
“You’re so handsome.” It wasn’t like you to compliment him so easily, but you felt as if you needed to. To finally drop the guarded version of yourself, and be present in this moment.
“I think I want to…” He started, then stopped, lips tightening into a line. His eyes swirled with worry.
“Want to…?” You waved your hand forward, encouraging him to continue.
“I want to make love with you.”
Taken aback, you stuttered, “Y-you do?”
He nodded, a serious expression on his face. “I’ve wanted to for a while. But I think you want it too.” He caressed your cheek. “You do, don’t you?”
Sucking in a deep breath, your thoughts ran wild. Half of you was screaming for you to lie and just fuck like you normally do. Avoid unnecessary emotions. The other half of you was asking if you had anything to lose. At this point, you had already softened your hardened facade for him. It wasn’t like he had to do much pushing to fully look into you.
“I do.” Your voice was soft.
Crashing his lips to yours, Yuji flipped your bodies around. With his cock still snugly inside of you, he caged you in with his large frame. Deep brown eyes sparkled with hope as he looked down on you.
“Thank you.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. “Thank you.” Another kiss. “Thank you.”
His flurry of kisses had you giggling, chest swelling with adoration. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him in for a deep kiss. Your tongues tangled together in a slow dance, memorizing each other’s taste.
Wiggling your hips, you encouraged Yuji to start moving. Still attached to your mouth, you felt him slightly slide out, then push back in deeply. Both of you groaned as you finally received some much needed friction. Your plush walls sucked him in easily, begging for him to keep filling you up over and over.
Pulling back, he looked deep into your eyes. A slow pace had begun, but Yuji made sure to smush right into that gummy sweet spot of yours. The deep pleasure had you gasping out. Sloppily, he tried to capture the sound with his mouth. Tongue slipping into your mouth, he groaned as his cock slid deep inside of you. A soft kiss pressed against your lips, then a harsh thrust followed. A cry of pleasure was swallowed by Yuji, as if he was attempting to gatekeep the sounds of your pleasure for his ears alone.
Wrapping your legs around your waist, you kept him as close to you as possible. Realizing he was still wearing his shirt, Yuji tore it off of body. Fully naked, he pressed his chest against yours. The skin-to-skin contact had your chest burning, desire flooding your being.
A new kind of ecstasy had developed that you had never experienced before. It had you nearing the answer to that unknown longing. The whispering need at the back of your mind was beginning to grow louder, making you realize it wasn’t a whisper at all. No, it was a desperate yell. Deep within a canyon of your mind, a plea for something, anything. It screamed out, but never near enough to your thoughts to recognize it was anything but a small murmur. Now, it had crawled out of that pit, running straight toward you.
Gasping, you felt Yuji’s hand slip between your legs. His fingers swirled around your clit. He groaned as your soaked cunt clenched around him with the added stimulation. A need clawed into his chest. He was desperate for you to cum for him again, as if that would turn into some confirmation for his own longing that he worked so hard to hold back. His own scream rushing towards him, ready to slam into him like a freight train.
Clawing at his back, you grew scared. Knowing full well, that you were about to do something you could never take back. It was too late, that call, that deep and desperate yearning had fully reached your ears. Traversing the hills and valleys of your brain, shooting down to your lungs, then pushed out of your mouth with a cry.
“I love you!” Your voice was breathy before you smashed your lips against his. As if you could somehow mask the permanence of that confession.
Pulling away from your mouth, he breathed against your lips. “I love you.” A cry of his own wracked out of his chest, shaking his whole body. “Fuck!” He kissed you, hot and open mouthed. “Fuck I love you so fucking much.” He pulled back to look at you, his eyes shimmering as he looked deeply into yours.
“I love you, Yuji.” The way you said his name so adoringly, it had his cock twitching and his body shuddering.
“Cum with me. Oh, fuck, please, please. Cum with me!” He pressed his forehead against yours, desperate to hold himself back until you joined him.
Nodding quickly, you lapped at his lips. One final thrust had a wave of pleasure crashing over you. Flooding every fiber of your being with an energy, it was unlike anything you had felt before. It had your body shaking. Your nails bit into his back as your thighs curled tight around his middle. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you fell into the ecstasy of it all. The desire, the need, the love, brought you to a dream-like high.
Inside, you felt a pool of warmth fill you. Hot spurts shooting deep inside of your willing cunt as your plush walls spasmed with your orgasm. Eyes tightly screwed shut, Yuji felt his own concoction of emotions drown him. Allowing himself to be pulled under, he groaned lowly. His cock twitched, feeling as if he could cum forever. With a final twitch, he completed his climax.
Blinking his eyes open slowly, your face came into focus. Seeing your exhausted state, he gave you an apologetic smile. However, he couldn’t help himself but grin widely.
Finally, finally, finally. Finally he said those damn words. The ones that pushed against his chest painfully as hid tucked them away. Convincing himself that their utterance would bring him nothing but misery. So he waited for you.
Sighing, you felt a weight lifted off of your shoulders. That crying version of yourself in your mind had finally been silenced. Completing its purpose, you felt it disappear. Now, warmth flooded your chest. No longer clawing its way out of you, you let out your thoughts freely.
“I love you.”
Yuji kissed you softly, nuzzling his nose against yours. “I love you too.”
