WARNINGS: NSFW — smut; p in v sex, creampie, subby gojo (whimpering gojo again wohoo), pussywhipped!gojo, implied first time, praise, pillow under hips trick, slight overstim, shy nerd satoru, dirty talk, a little humor, slight playful r!jealousy.
A/N: like i did with frat!jo, this is my take on nerd!jo. might not be much different lmaoo. | artist: @/3vangel1ne_
the room was dim, just the soft blue glow from satoru’s monitor still on, in the corner because he’d forgotten to turn it off.
his glasses were slightly crooked, white hair a complete mess from your fingers earlier. you were already — obviously — naked under him, legs hooked loosely around his hips, still trying to catch your breath from the way he’d eaten you out like it was a final exam he refused to fail.
he’d been so nervous at first. fumbling with the condom wrapper, mumbling apologies when the lube bottle slipped from his long fingers and rolled under the bed. you’d laughed, kissed him stupid, told him to relax and to simply enjoy.
now?
now he was buried inside you, rolling his hips slowly in a way that made your toes curl against his lower back. every drag of his cock felt devastatingly good, like he’d mapped every sensitive inch of you.
“fuck—satoru-,” you gasped when he changed the angle just slightly, nudging that spongy spot that made you babble incoherent things.
he let out a shaky laugh against your throat. “y-yeah? there?”
you could only nod, nails digging into the backs of his shoulders.
then he did it.
without warning he reached over, grabbed the spare pillow beside your head, and— all while still fucking into you with that same maddening rhythm —slid it under your hips.
that new tilt changed everything.
your back arched involuntarily as the head of his cock pressed harder, deeper, right against that swollen, needy place inside. your next moan came out broken, voice breathy with pleasure.
“oh my god!—”
he moaned low in response, hips stuttering for half a second like your reaction had punched the air out of him.
“b-better?” he whispered, voice wrecked, pupils blown so wide you could barely see the baby blue in his eyes shielded by his crooked glasses.
you stared up at him, dazed, thighs trembling. “how—how the fuck do you even know that?”
satoru froze mid-thrust, and you felt his cock twitch hard inside you. it made you whimper a little.
“eh?” he asked, cheeks flushed red.
your walls tightened around him on purpose, watched his lashes flutter. “the pillow thing. with who, ‘toru? who did you do this with first? did you lie to me?-“
his face went scarlet from his neck to the tips of his ears even more. poor boy who swore you were his first hook up now was deemed a traitor.
“i—i didn’t—” he tried to hide against your shoulder but you grabbed his jaw, forced him to look at you.
“tell me.” you mumbled, pouting a little, moving your hips slightly.
he swallowed hard, cock pulsing so violently you felt it in your stomach, as he slowly began to rock his hips again, not fully on the rhythm of before.
“i… watched. a-a lot.” he stammered. then, he dropped his head on your shoulder as he began to lose his composture. “like. hours. a-and read- forums— damnit, re-reddit threads! reddit! descriptive ones! y-yeah, i-“
you giggled, arms around him again.
“you studied how to fuck me?”
he sounded like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
“i didn’t want to be bad,” he mumbled. “n-not for you. i- i just— made notes… oh, fuck” he cursed softly when you pressed him tighter against you.
“you're so cute" you smiled against his lips, rolling your hips up to meet his next thrust. “i bet you got hard even thinking about this"
“i- y-yeah, i did" he nodded, blue eyes glassy with pleasure, "a-and ‘m not sorry,” he panted, starting to move again faster , like your teasing had flipped a switch. “i jus' wanted to be good for you- oh my god”
"are you close, 'toru?" you whispered, nails softly raking down his back as he kept thrusting into you.
"yeah-" he nodded eagerly, breathing hard, "you're- just, ah, squeezin' me so good, shit, m'sorry, m'sorry-"
He loses rhythm for a second, hips jerking erratically before he finds it again—faster, deeper, pillow keeping you perfectly elevated so he can bully that spot over and over, making you moan alongside the creaks of the bed and the bedframe against the wall.
"sa-satoru!" you cried his name, back bowing, nails leaving red lines down his back as you clenched so tight he choked on a curse, feeling the first spasms of your orgasm.
“fuck—fuck, that’s it, that’s it—” he fucked you through it, pace turning sloppy, desperate. “i'm gonna come, baby, p-please-"
“yes—yes, inside, 'toru, please—”
his rhythm fractured; hips stuttering, thighs shaking, glasses sliding further down his sweaty nose. he looked and was wrecked. his hips kept jerking forward in tiny, helpless little thrusts like he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, filling you up while he gasped your name over and over like a prayer.
“shit—shit, ‘m sorry—‘m still—still coming—”
you threaded your fingers through his white hair, tugging gently until he lifted his face. his glasses were completely fogged now. you kissed him slow and sweet, tasting salt and desperation on his tongue.
he whimpered into your mouth when you deliberately fluttered your walls around his oversensitive length.
“f-fuck—wait—wait, baby, ‘s too much—” he whined, but didn’t pull out. if anything, he sank a little deeper, like he couldn’t bear to leave.
you smiled against his lips. “you studied… just for me?”
he buried his burning face in your neck again, voice muffled and small. “i…made a whole google doc,” he admitted miserably. "cleared my browser history twice."
CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUT, piv, perv!nerdmin ftw, heavy petting, fingering, oral f!receiving, blowjobs/facefucking, unprotected sex/unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it!) cumshots, mentions of creampie, armin has a tongue piercing, dacryphilia, size kink, dubcon
TRIGGER WARNINGS: heavyyy on the dubcon, armin is a lying ass manipulator here, could possibly be seen as coercion? pls dont read and/or engage if you're sensitive to these things.
what's playing 🎧 : the party & the after party by the weeknd
pairing : armin arlert x reader
word count : 9k
a/n : hiii guys as u can see i've def fallen back into my old anime era hehe, i rlly hope u enjoy, if u do pls lmk in the comments! i also posted this on a new ao3 acc i made, my user is p0lkadotted if u want to support me and my future works on there :) anyway, happy belated bday to my angel armin, mwah !
A pair of intrigued blue eyes had been tracking your every movement since you entered the party, immediately curious to know more about you. His intrigue was instant; the second you breached the entrance with your sorority, your face was the only one that stuck out from the crowd.
He was able to see the reflective glint of your pledge button pinned to your costume as you entered, his sense of intrigue only heightening.
New meat.
There were a couple other girls with the same button clipped to their costumes, but Armin didn’t care. No, he was only interested in you and knew his target was locked.
He watched with an endearing but patronizing gaze as this new pretty little pledge attempted to veil her nervousness from being in a seemingly new setting, behind the facade of confidence.
He watched you strut across the congested living room filled from wall to wall with drunk 20 something year olds, attempting to hold your head up high when he could sense that all you wanted was to disappear.
“You ever actually gonna go up to her or are you just gonna stare at her all night?” Eren asked, breaking Armin out of focus by ducking down slightly to reach his ear, one finger plugging his own while his available arm slung loosely around Mikasa’s waist.
Armin glanced over at Eren with a knowing look, a self assured smile faintly crossing his lips, responding over the blasting music.
“I have a plan.” He replied with a shrug, sipping from his vodka and sprite.
“You shouldn’t have to formulate a plan for something so simple, Armin. Just go up to her.” Mikasa added, slightly curling her hand around the side of her mouth, raising her voice above the loud collective drone of people surrounding the area.
Armin sighed, finishing the last of his drink, pushing the empty cup into Eren’s chest, sparing his two friends a smug, sideways glance before he spoke.
“I have a plan.” He repeated, cockier this time. His eyes found your figure once more, and knew the plan in question was already going into effect. He left his friends without another word, weaving his way through the sweaty mass of people, and heading directly over to you.
He had bided his time and waited until you were inevitably left on your own, abandoned by your sorority sisters, leaving you available for him to approach.
“Hi,” He called out, pulling your attention over to him. You turned around, a small smile spreading over your face when your eyes adjusted amidst the dark space and onto the person before you.
The only beacon of light within the stuffed frat house were the streaming violet and blue flood lights, its deep saturation illuminating the nameless stranger’s face, aiding you in making out his features.
He’s cute.
He gathered you didn’t mind the sight of him, an intrigue of your own sparking in your pretty eyes. Either that or you were relieved to no longer be by yourself at what he assumed was probably your first party here. He didn’t mind if that was the case, he’d let you use him for company all you wanted.
“Hi,” you repeated, shifting your weight onto one foot, your fingers nervously twitching around your cup. He noticed this little detail of course. He noticed everything.
“I’m Armin, I just wanted to say that I like your costume,” he complimented kindly, his gaze dragging over you and admiring the way your costume was nearly painted onto your body.
You were a deer, how fitting. You grinned, taking his compliment purely, glancing down at it before flickering back over to him, your eyes flitting over his costume. You introduced yourself, pausing for a beat, mustering some bravery to compliment him back before responding.
“Thank you! I-I like yours too! Cloud right? From Final Fantasy?” He raised a brow, nodding in confirmation, a mix of awe and adoration striking his chest. “Thank you! Do you play?” he asked, hoping you would say yes. When you confirmed that you indeed played, he nearly felt his knees buckle in on him.
“That’s cool,” He smiled, pretending that this little piece of information about you didn’t make his cock twitch.
“I just got the Final Fantasy remastered pixel series, maybe one day you can come over to my dorm and we can game together?” He offered with a slight welcoming nudge of his shoulder and a tempting smile, testing the waters with a bit more eagerness than he originally planned.
Initially, he was supposed to slowly turn up the heat little by little before you even realized you were burning at all.
But he couldn’t help himself, at the end of the day he was just a dork who got hard at the drop of a hat whenever a pretty girl shared his interests.
Despite the fact that his forwardness went a little over your head, it still left you a little flustered, left your heart thudding that much harder and for words to suddenly be a little harder to piece together. But overall it didn’t put you off. Not in the slightest.
So far so good.
“I’d like that,” you beamed with an air of gentleness, and Armin felt confidence balloon in his chest at how well things were going with you.
“Y’know I almost wasn’t even going to be Cloud, I was originally going to be Link but, my friend Eren said it’d be too dorky so, this was my next best option.” He laughed, rolling his eyes at the memory. You gasped in mild shock, furrowing your brows with a tilt of your head.
“Legend of Zelda is sick, your friend must not have taste,” you chided, feigning disdain towards the newly mentioned Eren. And Armin would have been lying through his teeth if he said your little display and shared love for Legend of Zelda didn’t make him want to bend you over right there and stuff you full of him.
Before he could respond, you continued on. “I mean, your Cloud is still amazing, but you would’ve made for a perfect Link,” You sighed with faux disappointment, your eyes dragging over him once more. “Do you always do what your friends tell you to?” you hummed wryly, a small mischievous curl in the corner of your lips.
Oh?
Armin enjoyed receiving a little ribbing from you, relishing in how cute you are when you tease. He wondered how far that trait of yours went.
He chuckled, pursing his lips with a slow nod, taking that little playful hit of yours while his tongue poked his inner cheek. He made it a point to let his eyes linger over your pledge button before shifting back to yours, knowing full well what both fraternities and sororities alike, put their pledges through.
“You really wanna talk about letting people tell you what to do?” He pushed back, folding his arms over his chest loosely, challenging you right back. He didn’t miss the way you watched his arms flex slightly from the casual movement, having suddenly felt immense gratitude that he had been letting Eren drag him along to the gym with him every weekend.
You nearly conceded in that moment, a faint smile of defeat spreading across your lips as you looked away, taking a swig from your cup. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you waved him off, huffing with pretend annoyance. He exhaled humorously, enjoying this back and forth with you.
“So are you telling me that you don’t belong to this frat?” You questioned with faux suspiciousness, narrowing your eyes at him in a way he found devastatingly cute. He snorted, shaking his head an affirmative ‘no.’
“Oh God no, my major and extracurriculars are too demanding and time consuming to get involved with something like a frat.” You tilted your head, a soft hum of wonder leaving past your lips at his answer.
“Oh? And what’s takin’ up all your time then?” You asked, having felt more and more drawn into him the longer you were with him, much to Armin’s glee.
“I’m a comp-sci major and I’m on the swim team.” He answered and immediately your mind flashed with very self indulgent images of him shirtless and in tight swim trunks, diving into the pool on campus.
Dear God you definitely had to go to one of his meets.
“You sound like a busy guy,” you responded, peering at him from behind the rim of your cup, taking another sip to hide the fact you were a little too excited upon finding out this morsel of information.
“How’d you manage to find the time to come to a party?” He exhaled humorously at your question, pursing his lips through a small smile, a slight shrug dropping in his shoulders.
“The same friend who convinced me to not be Link dragged me here.” He sighed with a light chuckle, shaking his head until the tail-end of his laugh cut short, pretending as if he just suddenly realized something.
He glanced around you, feigning a slightly concerned confusion at your lack of company. “Speaking of friends, where’re your sorority sisters? Or did you come by yourself?” he asked, knowing full well that you had arrived with them. You huffed like a kicked puppy, shaking your head with a dejected little ‘no’ like he knew you would.
“No, we came together but, one by one they all kinda ditched me here. Well, save for my friend Sasha, I think she actually just got lost in the crowd,” you explained, and Armin nodded, listening intently, pretending to be saddened for you when in reality, your string of bad luck was disguised as his good fortune.
He clicked his tongue, a glint of metal in the center of his tongue catching your eye. You went still for a moment, the sight caused a low stir in the pit of your belly and a little thrum in your clit, your mind immediately jumping to the obscene.
You slowly snapped out of it when he shook his head with an insincere commiseration, reminding you that then was not the time to be fantasizing about his face between your thighs while he was literally standing in front of you.
“That’s a shame, would’ve figured that they’d know better than to leave a new pledge here by herself.” He tch’d with an artificial breath of disappointment towards your sorority sisters. Your back went somewhat straight at that, eyes flickering across his face as if an explanation would be written in his features.
“Wh..Why do you say that?” you asked, sounding more meek than you intended. “They didn’t tell you?” He questioned, leaning a little closer now, fake sympathy that you took as genuine etched across his downcast gaze. You shook your head, hanging off of his words with nervous anticipation.
“No, why? Is there something that’s gonna happen?” You questioned anxiously, your eyes darting around as if a threat will make itself known suddenly. He had to hold back a humorous exhale at your cautiousness, forcing himself to stick with his story.
“Well, yes and no. Some of the frat guys like to pick off the new pledge girls, they pretend it isn’t the case but they present them with two options, hook up or get hazed.” He explained, watching you grimace with disgust and shock, a visible look of betrayal flashing through your eyes at the notion that your so-called sisters would not only leave you in an environment like this, but let alone bring you to one.
“Oh my God, are you serious?” you breathed out, shaking your head, full of disdain at the information.
“Unfortunately,” he nodded, his voice carrying an air of feigned disappointment towards the made up story he fed you. “I hope the other girls are okay…” You trailed off, peeking behind him to try and find some of the other girls you pledged with.
He stiffened, gently moving in front of your wandering eyes, his hands coming up to soothingly squeeze your arms. “I’m sure they’ll be okay, my friend that I mentioned earlier and a couple of our other friends usually keep a good eye out during these things. I’m confident if anyone tries anything, they’ll make sure that it doesn’t come to fruition.” He reassured you, his hands were warm on your skin, lulling you back down to earth with him. Your diligent, searching eyes fell back to him, exhaling a low sigh under your breath.
“Okay…” you trailed off quietly, your brows drawing together in a way that read as both sweet and pathetic, your eyes flickering between his with a silent plea before you even spoke. You didn’t need to at that point, Armin already knew that he had you hook line and sinker.
“I don’t want you to feel obligated but…if you don’t mind… would you stay with me tonight? U-Until I can find at least one of my sisters here, then I can maybe look for more of us with her and be out of your hair.”
Oh you made this so easy. Poor thing, he almost felt bad. Almost. He shook his head gently, shushing you with lightheartedness and dismissing your guilt of being a burden with ease.
“Be in my hair, it’s okay. I don’t mind at all.” He chuckled softly, running his hands up and down your arms comfortingly. You smiled, exhaling a breath of relief at his reassurance, putting more trust into him than you should.
“Do you wanna go upstairs for a bit? Just to get away from all the mess down here?” He murmured, his tone as delicate and dulcet in your ear as he could make it amidst the ear-ringingly loud music. His lips brushed against your hair as he leaned down, his cologne wafting around you from how close he was.
Sea breeze and a hint of eucalyptus, paired with the faint scent of alcohol and mint on his breath; you assumed the mint was to cover the slight smell of cigarettes you caught too.
Almost hazily, you agreed, too lost in his honeyed words and his intoxicating air to consider why that might not be a good idea. He didn’t wait for you to think twice about it, taking your hand in his and guiding you through the ocean of people in your path.
He trailed behind you up the staircase, a hand politely and protectively at the small of your back, glancing back down at the party and laughing to himself when he sees Eren gawking at him leading you upstairs.
Eren’s finger motioned between the two of you, surprised that his best friend actually managed to go through with what he figured to be a ridiculous and overly-thought out plan. Armin shrugged smugly, his eyes flitting up at you, ensuring your gaze was still pointed up the steps before he looked back down at Eren.
He made a jerking motion towards his mouth, poking his tongue into his cheek with every flick of his wrist, a smirk curled in the corner of his lips. Providing a visual as to what he assumed would occur later in the night with you.
Eren rolled his eyes, grimacing half heartedly at his friend’s lewdness. Armin flipped him off, brimming with cockiness, then turned back to you, tilting his head and letting you climb the steps a little further than him. He managed to catch a peek at your white panties under your short skirt, admiring the view before picking up the pace and following close behind you.
Once you made it upstairs he took your hand once more, pushing past the people in your way with ease, the upper level carrying far less people than it held downstairs. You had followed his lead, letting him guide you past the hallway, while you stood idly behind him, watching as he pushed open a couple doors until he landed on a room that was the least filthiest. He ushered you inside and shut the door with his heel once you were both in.
You wandered into a stranger’s bedroom, unaware of the watchful stare behind you. He drank in every little move you made, the way you carried yourself, the way you wavered about nervously, like the reality of his intentions all along might’ve been finally surfacing your mind.
But when you turned around, and smiled a real smile at him, he concluded you hadn’t yet, and he was still in the clear. Your willingness and overall trust for him prompted a somewhat arrogant thought in his mind.
Someone’s got a crush.
He concluded internally, stepping towards you while returning your grin with one of his own. It wasn’t like he minded, far from it. He liked you too, in his own…unique way.
If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble to get you alone. He wouldn’t have sent distractions to pluck off your sorority sisters one by one, he wouldn’t have enlisted Connie to (unknowingly) separate Sasha from your side, and he wouldn’t have come up with that story about the ‘hook up or haze’ thing with the frat guys.
Well, to be fair, he did truly find most of the frat guys downstairs to be complete sleeze-bags, save for Eren and Reiner. And he supposes Connie… but Connie isn’t even in the frat. The point is, most of the guys downstairs are assholes.
But he’s not!
His lie very well could’ve been the truth. In all honesty, he wouldn’t put it past those guys to do something like that. So really, he was protecting you from a very real, very possible danger. At the end of the day, there couldn’t be a safer guy to be around than him.
You plopped onto the edge of the bed, kicking off your heels that you’d been dying to take off all night, watching as Armin joined you, the bed dipping beneath him as he sat. Your thighs were flush together, prompting you to pretend that the feeling of his thigh pressed to yours and the warmth that came with it didn’t make your chest get tight and stomach flutter.
His proximity to you alone expelled the type of heat across your cheeks that only ever comes with the rush of jitters from being around someone new and exciting.
“Thank you for staying with me, I know the last thing most people would want is to babysit a freshman,” you said, turning slightly to look at Armin, your voice as soft as the air between you both. He shook his head, reaching down to squeeze your knee, taking note as to how your leg twitched to be closer to his, fighting back the urge to let his smug smile grow.
“Stop apologizing,” he hushed you, his hand slipping away from your knee and letting your skin grow cold without his touch, wanting you to subconsciously start seeking it out on your own. “I’m not babysitting you, I like talking with you.” He promised, and his words were actually truthful, he did enjoy talking to you, and he didn’t feel like he was babysitting you. No he plotted on you, but that was the part that didn’t need to be said aloud.
You glanced down, too flustered to maintain eye contact. Instead opting for looking at your dangling sock covered feet, the lace frills around your ankles shimmering from the moonlight that was peeking in.
“I like talking to you too,” you admitted like a schoolgirl confessing to her crush, and Armin grinned, his head tilting to the side while he looked down at your lack of a reciprocated stare.
“Yeah?” he murmured amusedly, his palms splayed behind him, leaning back slightly on the bed. You finally hulled your eyes back up to his, your breath halting in your throat at the way he’s laid out beside you.
He didn’t look like the other guys who’ve attempted the ‘casually sexy’ seduction route with you – no, Armin was actually just hot, all without trying. It made you nervous, and he loved it, loved how you were responsive to just about everything he did.
“Yeah,” you nodded, smiling and dragging your stare away from his fit and toned midriff and back up to his eyes. He caught the look in your eyes, caught the way you checked him out and how you quickly tried snapping out of it, and it made his cock stir in his pants, impatience beginning to impede into his veins.
Despite that, he knew he had to continue following the rules of operation.
“By the way, I never asked you, what’s your major?” He asked, nudging your knee with his. You sighed, a small guilty smile spreading across your face. “I’m still undecided,” you winced slightly, as if you’re worried he’ll judge you for not having decided yet. He shrugged simply, pulling himself forward and towards you again, his knee still pressed to yours, and you found yourself hoping he didn’t move away.
“That’s okay, you still have time. It’s better to take your time figuring out what you want to devote all your time to rather than having to switch. My friend Connie switched four times, and still isn’t satisfied.” He laughed softly, trying to take the importance off of your decision so that it seemed less intimidating.
Reassuring you came so easy to him, and he meant all of the kind words he said and all it did was make you melt further into the palms of his hands. You just weren’t aware of the lies, but you didn’t need to be, they were simply a necessary evil you’d come to appreciate in time. That is, if you ever found out. And he doesn’t plan for you to.
“Yeah, you’re right, I think I’m just so scared of picking wrong that I can’t commit to one,” you explained, shoulders slumped with stress. He brought his hand behind your back, gently circling over your skin with his large palm, breathing life into your flesh, nearly tinging you from the contact.
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon, you’re a smart girl.” He added assuringly, and you tried your hardest to not suck in a sharp breath at his gentle praise, your lower tummy stirring with something akin to want. You turned to look back at him, your eyes falling to his parted lips, feeling way more distracted than you should have been.
“Did um…” you pointed shyly at your own mouth, motioning towards your tongue. “Did that hurt?” He felt nearly triumphant at your question, gauging an idea as to where your thoughts were due to the sheepish way you asked. He stuck out his tongue, leaning a little closer to you and letting you get a better look at it before withdrawing it back into his mouth to speak, much to your dismay.
“It wasn’t so bad, about the equivalent to a papercut,” He explained, watching your eyes widen with awe. “Wow, you must have a pretty good pain tolerance then,” you murmured, your eyes still trying to catch a peek at the way the metal glints ever so slightly. “Nah, the piercing itself just wasn’t too bad. The healing though?” He exhaled, shaking his head at the memory.
“That was gruesome. Could hardly eat anything besides bland soup, anything remotely spicy would’ve killed me for sure.” He chuckled, taking in your sudden fixation on his piercing, wondering just how long it's been on your mind for.
“That sucks, I bet it.. it hurt to do a lot while it was healing.” You added, attempting to swallow down the inappropriate feelings that were arising from the seemingly innocent topic. Armin didn’t need that from you though, there were better things he could’ve had you swallow.
For the time being, he just nodded in agreement, pretending like he couldn’t tell that you were dying to hear less about what his piercing prevented him from doing and more about what it could do. What it could do for you. He leaned in a little closer to you, brushing his arm with yours, sensing how these small fleeting touches made you crave more. And whether it was a subconscious or surface level craving, he knew it was there.
He took note of how you never moved away from his experimental contact and if anything, leaned closer into each one. Your micro expressions and actions aren’t something most people would be able to pick up on, they could easily be imperceptible to just about anyone else. However, Armin wasn't like most people. No, he could read you from a mile away.
“Yeah, I couldn’t really speak properly without it hurting, even resting it against the roof of my mouth kind of hurt for the first few days.” You frowned, a gentle sympathy pointed towards him, though beneath it held a baseline of curiosity. “Sounds like you were out of commission for a while then,”
Are you still?
The unasked question hung in the air, and Armin could hear it in the way you trailed off, like you were hoping he’d fan the flames of your hope and assure you that his tongue could be well within use. So he gave you just that.
“I was. But it's been healed for a handful of months now. So, safe to say it’s fully back in commission.” He murmured low and hushed, an offer threaded in his words. He watched you from under his lashes, flickering down your body, taking note of the way you tense at that statement, like you weren’t expecting him to give you the exact answer you wanted but couldn’t muster the courage to ask for.
Your chest got a little tight, the strings of anticipation and desire tugging on your insides and rendering you to pause for a beat, unsure of how to respond. Your heart was beating too hard, the quick pace started to travel through your eardrums, feeling far too flustered to pick up your mask of nonchalance. But you knew deep down the second Armin approached you that it was long gone.
“Is it really?” You hushedly asked, your stare lingering on his lips, slowly dragging it back up to his eyes, focusing on the glint in his glasses cast from the moonlight rather than directly into his pupils. “Mhm,” He hummed softly, leaning in much closer now. “Want proof?” He murmured, already inching closer.
The Party & The After Party by The Weeknd was blaring downstairs, meeting your pair of ears muffledly, traveling beyond the walls and flooring and gently filling the thick air surrounding you two. With the music in the back and the way he was looking at you, at your lips, it was enough to make you nod weakly, leaning in to evaporate what little space that kept you apart.
You leaned upwards to meet his lips, shifting around so your knee was between his, not quite straddling him just yet, you’d let him be the one to pull you into his lap if he wanted you there that bad.
He groaned in your mouth, filled with immediate relief upon finally having you on him like this. His hands cupped either side of your face, holding you still as if you’d dissipate into thin air the second he were to let go.
His hands traveled down your neck, running his thumb over your pulse, slowly descending down the curve of your shoulder, purposefully making the strap of your blouse slip off, down your soft arm until he landed on your hip, squeezing you with pure need.
He slipped his tongue between your lips, letting you feel his piercing, chuckling against your lips when he felt your low moan vibrate into his mouth. He gripped your hip, his free hand coming around to the other side of you, pushing you onto your back and into the bed with a surprising amount of ease.
He hovered above you, beautiful like an arc angel with a moonlight halo, glancing over your face before crashing back down into you. He slipped his knee between your full thighs, pushing with just enough pressure against where you need him, letting each of your little mewls and gasps melt on his tongue.
You broke apart from the kiss, wobbly lips faltering with low whimpers, too engrossed in how the friction barely satiated the ache that you had built throughout the night to be able to kiss him properly.
Your thighs tightened around his knee, rolling your hips over it and using what he gave you, moaning shakily while his lips chased after yours, his hand cupping your jaw and guiding you back to him greedily.
He made you kiss him back, too impatient and too hungry to let you pull away so soon. Your hands ran down his chest and over his abdomen, admiring the broad expanse of him over his costume, still able to feel how toned he is beneath the fabric, taking your time to map him out and admire him through your fingertips.
He could feel your hands running down his body, taking your time to truly feel him, and it did nothing but make his cock throb for you. A low groan rumbled into your mouth, and he pulled back a breadth’s width, shifting slightly to suck on your bottom lip, his teeth sinking in just enough to make you wince, but not enough to draw blood.
He let it snap back into place, pecking you once more before traveling over your neck, placing deliberate hot kisses across your flushed skin.
He nipped and sucked bruising kisses, his restraint slipping with every moan you poured into his ears so graciously. He dragged his tongue across where he nipped you as if to soothe it, swirling his piercing over your pulse, feeling it eagerly thump against his wet muscle.
He kissed down your collarbones, his warm hands grappling around your sides, squeezing you and taking the time to map you out, loving the way you squirm and moan beneath him.
His hands traveled further up, large palms splaying across your ribs while your poor cunt rutted against his knee. He pushed your blouse up, exposing your skin to the cold air, glancing down and watching your skin break into goosebumps. He chuckled faintly, kissing the skin just above your breast.
When his fingers slid behind your back and began tugging at the clasp of your bra, you sucked in a breath, worried things may be going too far too soon, suddenly feeling very shy and very bare underneath him. “W-Wait Armin,” you breathed out shakily, holding onto his forearms.
His warm lips slowly abandoned the soft skin of your tummy, instead gently finding space on your heated cheek, pecking languidly. “S’okay, I just wanna see you, lemme see you, love.” he uttered from the base of his throat, rumbly and earnest, his fingers tracing your shoulder blades.
As an extra means of convincing you, he nudged his knee right up against your cunt, prompting a low gasp from your swollen lips. You nodded weakly, feeling eager to give him what he wanted, the pleasure from rubbing your clothed clit over his knee prompting you to descend into a state of hazy submission, all but replacing your logic and rationale.
He unhooked your bra and watched your straps falter down your shoulders with a pointed stare of starving impatience. He tugged it off of you, pushing your blouse far enough to expose your breasts, sucking in a sharp breath when he sees your full flesh and pert nipples.
With haste he lowered himself to you, cupping your breasts with greed, squeezing and groping while his mouth latched on, swirling his pierced tongue around your sensitive buds.
You gasped at the suddenness of it all, your back arching into his mouth and thighs tightening around his knee. He moaned into your skin, your body absorbing every touch and every sound he poured into you.
His hand slid from one of your breasts, his lips mouthing their way up your skin and back to yours, while his now free hand traveled between your legs, cupping your aching pussy. You soaked through the gusset of your panties, his cock twitching with a primal throb to bury itself inside of you upon feeling it.
“Armin,” you mewled shakily against his lips, your hand wrapping around his wrist, your thighs squeezing around him apprehensively.
He shushed you, gently shifting his wrist to grab yours, pinning it firmly but carefully beside your head, his lips ghosting over yours. “S’okay, love.” He whispered, his cheek brushing against your lips, his hair cascading down and cloaking the side of your face while he glanced down, watching himself circle his fingers over your clit.
“You’re soaked,” he breathed out with both a cocky sense of humor and pure arousal. A low shaky gasp melted into a moan and curled off the plump of your lips, your head falling back into the mattress, your eyes falling in suit with a soft downcast flutter.
He rubbed your clit, watching the way your body gave itself to him so easily, your hips bucking towards his touch when he pressed down just right, playing your body like a finely tuned and beautifully intricate instrument.
When he sunk his fingers into you, your body twitched, legs threatening to tighten around his hand from the sudden breach. You swallowed a thick moan, your head lulling to the side and begging for another kiss.
He obliged you, kissing you hard while he pumped his fingers into you, satisfied when he heard a whiny moan roll from the back of your throat, presuming he hit your g-spot.
He studied you just as hard as he did with tasks in his academic life, but this was far more interesting and rewarding; he loved finding what made you tick, loved to learn what made you wet and pathetic like this.
He continued fucking you on his long fingers, his thumb swiping over your clit and reveling in the way your back arched, your hips acting on their own in an attempt to feel more of him.
Your breasts heaved in the air, and he felt an odd sense of possessiveness as he saw his saliva glisten from the moonlight over your pretty nipples. Your hand slid away from the nape of his neck and down to his wrist, gripping it with a desperate need while you fucked yourself on his fingers, moaning wholly into his mouth, addicted to the pleasure he was giving you.
He pulled back, his face turning downward to watch the lewd act, your free hand coming back around to his nape, pulling him in close to kiss down his jaw and neck while he fucked into your little hole with his fingers.
He exhaled a low breath, swallowing hard when he closed his eyes and focused on your string of soft moans and the wet clicking sound that came from pumping his fingers into you.
He felt you tremble, felt the way your body was tensing and how your moans were becoming more urgent, sharper yet more shallow, so he withdrew all together. He ignored your disappointed gasp and soft whispers of “Why?” opting to trail down your soft tummy with hot kisses instead.
Once he got lower, down to the waistband of your panties, in your pleasure clouded haze, you managed to realize why he stopped. Your heart pounded against your ribcage, heat filled with a shy anticipation fanned across your cheeks at the sight, and you attempted to close your legs out of instinct, but he wasn’t having it. Not when he needed to taste you.
He parted your legs with ease, surprising you with his strength for the second time tonight. Or was it the third? You had no idea, no coherent thoughts or sentences could be properly formulated for you, not when Armin had his tongue buried in you and was lapping you up like you were an endless reservoir of water.
He initially wanted to ease you into it with a little kitten lick, gentle and slow, but when he saw your pretty cunt glistening the way it was, and saw how your poor clit so obviously needed some tending to, he couldn’t prolong the moment and dove in immediately.
Your hands flew to his hair, threading your fingers in his golden strands and fighting the urge to tug. He moaned into your pussy as if it were him receiving the pleasure, but in a way he was.
He loved having a mouthful of your cunt, he’d been thinking about it the entire night. It was hard for him to focus when speaking with you, all he could picture was those full thighs wrapped around his head and your hips bucking into his mouth. And he finally had you where he wanted you this whole time, with you on your back and your clit situated between his lips.
He abused your little clit with no mercy, swirling over it with his pierced tongue, too lost in the paradise between your legs to even think about pulling away. With a low annoyed groan and without bothering to move away, he pushed his glasses up into his hair, using it like a headband to grant himself better access to you.
He hummed contently, slowly pushing his face back between your legs, swishing side to side, delving into you fully now. You keened at his actions, your body nearly seizing beneath him at the pointed and intense sensation.
His nose rubbed over your mound, while his fingers slid right back into your fluttering hole, chuckling over your wet flesh when a rough gasp wracked through you, the sound morphing into a choked moan.
He fucked your cunt with his fingers, his lips never letting your clit rest once, his available hand pinning your hip to the mattress, keeping you still for him to devour. He wouldn’t let anything get in the way between him and eating your pussy, not even you.
“You taste better than I imagined,” he breathed out, seemingly in a daze, glancing up at you from amidst your thighs, mouth and chin soaked from your cunt.
He turned slightly, nipping at your inner thigh before he resumed without any hesitation, rocking his hips against the bed mindlessly, his neglected cock nearly ripping the crotch in his costume pants.
“Ar-Armin, I–” you sobbed shakily, your body acting before your mind could, hips squirming away from his mouth, too overstimulated to handle much more. He squeezed your hip, pushing you back into the bed, not letting you escape his warm mouth.
You cried out, already too sensitive to endure anymore, unsure of when you had even came, it felt like you were stuck in a blurry cloud of hedonism, unaware of when you entered and if you could ever leave.
You twitched about, feeling as if a loose wire was set off in you, sparking throughout your veins and nervous system, all from his unrelentingly tongue, lapping at your clit over and over.
He begrudgingly pulled away, taking pity when you let out a strangled moan, exhaling heavily to himself and planting a lasting kiss to your clit before moving away all together. He swiped his mouth with the back of his hand, panting as if he ran a marathon, climbing back up to your blissed out face, smiling smugly at the sight.
He peppered kisses across your cheeks and temples, capturing your lips with his, taking away the breath you were struggling so hard to catch. He decided that you could just have his, anything belonging to him felt like it was starting to belong to you too.
“Armin,” you breathed out, his still slick nose brushing against yours, your hooded eyes heavy from the weight of pleasure flickering between his with complete awe, utterly shocked that a person could make someone else feel so good.
He smiled, leaning down to kiss you once more. He tilted his head down at you, sliding his glasses back down onto his nose bridge, humming your name back as if he didn’t just eat your cunt until you literally cried.
You huffed humorously, rolling your eyes, your gaze drifting to the bulge straining in his pants. The humor died down and your heart raced at the sight. He caught your stare, pressing himself to your hip, a low whimper rumbling from his throat and into your ear.
“It’s starting to hurt,” he groaned softly, his forehead nudging your cheek, shifting his hips with an achingly gentle roll, silently pleading with you to take care of him. You swallowed hard, sucking on your bottom lip, glancing from his crotch up to his eyes.
“I–I’ve never..” He shook his head, panting with shallow breaths. “I-It’s okay, I’ll guide you if you need me to, just.. please, ‘wanna feel your mouth so bad, please?” he pleaded, his voice slightly high-pitched and utterly desperate.
You felt bad, not wanting him to be in pain, especially since he had made you feel so good only moments earlier, you figured it was only fair.
You nodded with a wordless concession, and he thanked you, his voice wobbly with an airy gratefulness. He unlatched himself from hovering above you, laying on his back with his elbows supporting him, his watchful eyes taking in the way you repositioned yourself on top of him.
His cock twitched when you shyly pulled your panties back into place, still so endearing and sheepish even after he had his tongue buried in you only minutes before.
You unbuttoned his pants and unzipped him slowly, hooking your fingers beneath the waistband of both his pants and boxers down until his cock sprung out. You gaped at it, your heart nearly failing, watching it struggle to remain upright from its own weight. It wasn’t like you were expecting him to be small or anything, but you didn’t think that a guy so nerdy and geeky would be packing something like that.
“Jesus…” you murmured through a shaky and nervous laugh, your reaction pleasantly surprising Armin. He had a habit of forgetting just how big he was, he was annoyingly humble about what had, but he enjoyed being reminded of his above average-ness via situations like this.
You wrapped your hand around him, slowly dragging your fist up and down, a small relieved smile growing over your face when you heard a low moan rumble from his throat. You decided to just be brave and go for it, leaning down to wrap your lips around the fat head of his cock.
He gasped, groaning low and heavy, his elbows faltering and gliding down until he was laying flat on his back.
You brought your second hand up to wrap around him, pumping his shaft with both hands, leaving enough room to suction over his tip and whatever else you could take without getting overwhelmed.
Thankfully you had remembered Hitch’s advice — something about how both the tip and somewhere around it, there was something called a frenulum and how it was extremely sensitive for men. You decided to be safe and to just try focusing on that first.
You swirled your tongue steadily and intently around him, lowering yourself further and further down his cock bit by bit, feeling a sense of pride thrum through you at the way he moaned under you, figuring your experiment was proven accurate.
His hand fell behind your head, not pushing or forcing you down, just holding firmly, needing to make some kind of contact with you. His forearm pushed his glasses onto his forehead, his arm resting over his eyes, whimpering shakily above you.
His hips bucked slightly into your mouth, the way you wrapped around him and took him in was so perfect that he couldn’t control the way his body chased after more of it.
“F-Fuck, oh God,” he choked out, his moans were starting to curl off the crescendo of a gentle higher pitch, sounding so pretty as he did so, and it only egged you on to try and take him further. You glided your hands lower onto his shaft, giving you more room to slide your lips over, your eyes welling with tears at the way his girth made your jaw ache.
The price to pay for his pleasure felt more than worth it, his whimpers of your name and feeling him twitch on your tongue were payment enough. You bobbed your head, gagging slightly when he hit the back of your throat. You pulled off for a moment, catching your breath, and blinking away your tears.
He wished you didn’t, he thought you looked the prettiest with swollen lips and watery eyes. You planted a warm kiss to his hip, your cunt aching all over again when you saw the ring of lipstick around his cock and then on his hip, fueling you to go back down and take him in your mouth eagerly.
You went back with only one hand, taking him further down your throat than you were able to the first time, and he gasped deeply, groaning and lulling his head side to side, pleasantly tormented by how fucking good your mouth felt suctioned over him.
His hand rested along the warm nape of your neck, his hips starting to thrust into your mouth, your name falling from his lips in a tearful and trembling mantra as his shaft glided up and down your tongue. You steadied yourself with your hands on his hips, your sounds vibrating around his thick cock.
“F-Feels so good, I – fuck,” he cried out, fucking your mouth desperately, your nose hitting his soft trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair, squeezing your eyes shut and trying your best to accommodate his size down your throat.
He whimpered your name like it was the only word he knew, like it was the only one that mattered, and in that moment it truly felt like it. You took him so well he couldn’t hold back from bucking his cock as far it could go down your throat.
He felt himself getting dangerously close to cumming, and as much as he wanted to give in and cum down your throat and across your beautiful face, he knew the pay off of getting to ram his cock into your cunt would be so much better.
“C-C’mere, please,” he panted shakily, eager with an aching sense of fervidness to be inside of you, unable to waste a single second without doing so.
You slid off of his cock, sputtering slightly as you wiped your mouth, shakily climbing back up to meet him. He gripped your hips, pushing you onto your back once more. “You are so beautiful, so perfect,” he panted breathlessly, kissing down your jaw and neck holding himself by his shaft, dragging his tip over your clit and up and down your folds, circling your hole.
You swallowed a shaky moan at the feeling, finding yourself inching your hips to grant more access, but not fully, the lingering notion that he wasn’t wearing a condom preventing you from letting him push in all the way.
“Wait, ‘Min, you’re not wearing a condom,” you squeaked out softly, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. He shook his head, shifting back up to look at you, his brows drawn together with complete desperation.
“S’okay, I promise I’m clean, a-and I’ll pull out, I just,” He whimpered, rubbing your clit with his fat cockhead, his breathing growing labored with want. “I need to be inside of you,” his soft and wavering voice pathetically floating down into your ear, his cock circling over your clit temptingly.
“You trust me, don’t you?” he pleaded, his bitten lips wobbling with an unabashed need. You couldn’t think straight, not when he was distracting you with how it good it felt to have his cock rub against your clit, and not with how devastatingly pretty he was when he begged like that.
“O-Okay,” you agreed shakily, spreading your legs a little further, giving in to his wants and your own, no matter how reckless it might’ve been. “Thank you,” he breathed out earnestly, kissing you deeply.
His forehead rested against yours, your breaths intermingling into one. He aligned himself with your hole, pushing in and shuddering a wavering breath at the way you sucked him in.
A sharp gasp ripped from your chest, your hands flying to his biceps, squeezing hard when he managed to barely fit his thick tip in. Your breathing became more strained the further he pushed into you. Your head fell back, a low whimper rumbling from the base of your throat, struggling to steady your breathing while he stretched you out around his cock.
The corners of your eyes watered once more, and while he felt sympathy for you, halting his hips to a stop as to allow you time to adjust, he couldn’t deny the way his cock throbbed inside of you at the sight of you so laying so beautifully beneath him, so sweet and misty eyed.
“Take your time,” he murmured soothingly, kissing your neck. He snuck his hand between your fused bodies, rubbing your clit to try and ease you into it.
You moaned into the balmy air at the feeling, starting to slowly but surely roll your hips into his touch. When he felt you grow less tense, he bottomed out, successfully knocking the wind out of you. He hiked your leg up and over his hip, and began to move, burying his face into your neck while he buried his cock deep inside your welcoming cunt.
“You’re so perfect,” he panted through the shaky breath of a whimper, nipping at your neck while his hips fluidly pushed in and out of you, his thick cock dragging along the warm and wet confines of your tight cunt.
He kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin of your neck, moaning thickly into the crook of it, his hips crashing into yours over and over.
Your pussy pulsed around him, never having felt so completely full before, so utterly enveloped by another person, and it was overwhelming in the best possible way. No matter where you turned or where you shifted around to, you felt him, he was all encompassing.
And as he bucked his hips into you, grinding the fat head of his cock right up against your g-spot, you wondered how you ever went without experiencing pleasure like this.
His lips migrated towards the dip of your collarbones, watching your tits bounce from how fast he was pivoting into you, swallowing down a wobbly moan at the sight. He licked and nipped at them, swirling his pierced tongue over your nipples once more, wanting to make use of every inch of your body. He didn’t want there to be a single part of you that went untouched by him.
He pulled back just slightly, his hands massaging over your breasts with a tilted gaze, his eyes angled down and watching your poor cunt take his cock, your abused hole fluttering around his length. He watched, utterly hypnotized at the way his cock disappeared into you with every drag of his hips.
Armin didn’t possess what one would call an intimidating stature, he stood at a decent height of 5'10 and maintained a nice, toned swimmer’s physique – all in all, he never found himself to be the looming, towering type.
But after observing with a depraved set of eyes at how your tiny pussy sucked in his fat cock? It gave him such a high to feel so colossal and dominating above you, leaving you to feel perfectly pliable and moldable in his hands.
You stroked this feeling with how good you were for him, how easy you were to grip and squeeze, how your hole took everything he gave it despite the hefty stretch. You made him feel like a giant. You acted like it too, your legs trembled around him, whiny strings of moans containing his name and other incoherencies all caused by his cock splitting you open.
You made him downright ravenous, feeling as if he were one of the monsters in his video games capturing the princess who was supposed to be saved but instead was getting bent and bred by the very thing she was supposed to be rescued from.
Except his princess enjoyed it – you enjoyed the way he pounded into you, loved how he took you as if it was his right to have you like this.
He pressed down on your lower stomach, letting you feel just how deep he was in you, wordlessly letting you know that no one else would be able to reach where he could, but he was sure you wouldn’t seek out any replacements after that — he knew that he just about owned you after that night.
A strained moan pulled from the depths of your chest at the way he added pressure to your tummy, your eyes welling with a bout of iridescent tears, and fuck, it only made him thrust into you that much harder.
He watched you cry on his cock, babbling pathetically about how good he felt inside you, and it stoked the flames of arousal and greed in him, wanting more and more of your earnest devotion and tears.
He rubbed your clit, matching his thrusts with his fingers circling over your little soaked bud. “So pretty when you cry,” he murmured into your jaw, kissing you tenderly before his eyes flitted to you again, gazing with narrowed eyes at your pouty lips forming over a sob of moans, and how mascara streaked down your cheeks from his unrelenting pace and touch.
Your body was tensing all over again, nearing your limit once more, tears falling more freely as your hands grappled behind him, trailing beneath his costume to dig your nails into his toned back, sinking your teeth into his shoulder.
He knew you were close, knew you needed to cum, and he was going to be the one to bring you where you needed to be.
He pushed your knee up further, slamming down into you with an endless roll of his hips, his fingers never letting up on your clit. He fucked you through your orgasm, grunting about how perfect your pussy felt wrapped around him, how beautiful you were, and how he wanted you to cum for him, how he needed you to.
Your sobs were absorbed into his skin, your mouth crying out for him as he impaled you on his cock, his fingers milking you of every ounce of your climax, rubbing your poor clit raw. He pushed you over the edge into a white hot buzzing stream of stimulation, fucking you into the mattress while you came around him, stroking himself inside you slowly but never to a full stop.
You laid limp beneath him, completely and utterly fucked out and weak. He didn’t falter, and instead picked up his pace again, chasing his own orgasm. You were incredibly worn out and sensitive, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him to cum for you. You let him use you like a little sleeve, dragging his cock in and out of you with sporadic and harsh thrusts, until he pulled out suddenly.
He hunched over you, his eyes scanning down your body with his cock in his hand. He took in the way your blouse laid crumpled under your chin, exposing your breasts, slick with his saliva, how your beautiful face was stained with mascara because of him, and down at your fucked out pussy, absolutely abused because of his cock.
He wanted nothing more than to cum in you, but he promised he’d pull out, and he figured he’d at least tell one truth tonight, and decided there’d simply have to be another time when he can pump you full of his cum.
With a final tug, he came, spurting thick ropes across your tummy and cunt, whimpering your name while he weakly fucked his fist, draining every drop of cum out of himself.
You watched him cum on you, a low weak moan falling from your lips at the lewd scene, half wishing it was inside of you, but you still had half a mind to know better than to have let that happen. He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms, kissing over your neck and cheek, panting heavily alongside you.
All you could do was melt in his arms, your eyes and entire body too dense with exhaustion to move an inch.
“You okay?” he murmured gently, his chin on your shoulder, cradling you with such a delicate sense of care. You managed to muster an affirmative nod, humming quietly. He chuckled breathily, his head falling back into the pillow beside you, simply letting himself be.
Your heartbeats pounded in sync, still coming down from the intense high you both had shared, and as the air around you winded down, the pace of the muscles pounding in your chests did too. A blanket of a fizzled-out fatigue cascaded over your sweat slicked bodies, nearly luring you both into a deep sleep.
He fought against the exhaustion, hulling himself up to lean over the nightstand beside the bed, plucking a couple of tissues from its box. He shifted down lazily to clean you up before you got dressed again. He gingerly wiped his cum off of your body, balling up the tissues and tossing them into the trashcan, falling back into bed with you tiredly.
You lulled your head towards him, smiling faintly, your eyes dragging across his flushed face. “Will you still invite me over to play the remastered pixel series?” you asked quietly, voice still thick with a lazy rasp of weariness. His brows drew together endearingly, laughing softly with a curt confirmative nod. “Of course I will.” And he truly meant it.
—
He walked you back to your dorm, making sure you had his number in your phone before he left you, bidding you goodbye with a soft kiss to your lips and a promise that he’ll see you soon. You padded inside your dorm, body shuffling tiredly towards your bed, huffing with annoyance as Hitch attempted to crowd you with worried questions.
“I looked for you everywhere at the party, where’d you go?” She asked, following your slow pace towards your bed, sitting beside you when you collapsed into it. You shot her a glare, attempting to weakly chuck a pillow at her, growing more annoyed when she dodged it.
“Why do you care? You all ditched me knowing what happens at those kinds of parties.” you grumbled, rolling on your side and facing the wall and away from her. She huffed confusedly, pulling you back to face her. “What do you mean? I didn’t ditch you; I was looking for you! And what’s that supposed to mean? What happened?”
You sat up exasperatedly, hugging the pillow close to your chest. “The Hook up or Haze thing! Y’know, how the guys in the fraternity find new pledges and make 'em hook up with them or get hazed. I can’t believe you guys would just–” She suddenly said your name, her voice eerily serious and stern. “That’s… that’s not a thing.”
Your throat tightened, feeling your heart physically begin to sink. “What do you mean?” you asked, trying to level your voice evenly and not let it tremble like your hands were starting to. She repeated your name again, clasping her hand over yours, her eyes squinting with confusion. “Hook up or Haze isn’t a thing… Who told you that?”
sukuna likes to suffocate you while he’s digging you out… 𝜗ৎ
cw: cnc and breathplay
i only put cnc to be safe, everything is very consensual the reader is just having a hard time breathing throughout sex.
walk with me.
sukuna is huge; you’re 5-something, and he’s still towering over you, the width of him bigger than a door.
his shadow naturally looming over you in any circumstance makes him even scarier.
so imagine him over you, his full weight crushing your bones while his balls slap against your clit violently, yes, violently.
you’re stomach-down, which is on purpose; it’s easier to stop air from getting in easily.
while the mouth on his stomach breathes hard against your back, even peeking its tongue out to rub over your back to tease you.
sukuna loves an advantage, and one of them is using his weight to make it harder on you to breathe.
you’re already gasping for air because of his dicks, one in your ass and one in your pussy, both stretching you out and making you hold onto the sheets for dear life.
“don’t think; just let me have this.”
the only thing he’ll say before putting his full weight on you, not stopping his strokes either.
“ugh, fuck…”
the only thing that can come out of your mouth because, well, you can’t breathe.
he gets off on the fact that you can go lights out in a second, trying your hardest to keep breathing through your mouth and digging your nails into his skin, attempting to ground yourself, but you failed repeatedly.
trying to squirm from beneath him, but it's only a pathetic attempt, making him laugh at you, slamming harder, and laying down even more on top of you.
warm tears are streaming down your face from the pleasure you’re getting but also the fact that your lungs were close to collapsing any second; sukuna was just waiting to see if you were going to come before or after that.
your body slowly sinks into the mattress, so you’re basically toast.
he will purposely wait until the last second he can feel your body give out, watching your once-balled fists squeezing the sheets tight, slowly loosening.
with that, he lifts himself up and pulls both his dicks out to finish on your back, hearing a sharp gasp from you trying to catch your breath again.
nanami is your dentist ✮⋆˙
#2 bimbo status
there will be a pt 2 hehehe.
“now say ‘ahhh’ for me; make your mouth wide.”
nanami has been your dentist for the past 2 years, and he’s been nothing but sweet and efficient; he gets you in and out but not before making you choke and drool on his fingers.
he’ll do a standard check and cleaning, then check for any problems with your gagging.
you’re way too dumb to even clock that no, a normal dentist would never do that.
even when your friends tried to tell you that, you just told them that he was experienced and probably had different ways of doing things.
nanami, on the other hand, just likes to see a dumb pretty girl like you slobber all over him, imagining the whole time it was his dick instead.
“okay, now the last thing. i just want to see if there are any problems with your gag reflex. make your mouth nice and wide for me.”
his gloved hand holds your chin as you open up your mouth, making an exaggerated “ahhhhh” sound, and he hums, staring at the back of your throat.
pretending to be looking for any problems, then he takes his other gloved hand, putting two fingers on your tongue.
“im going to slide these all the way back, okay?”
you nod, and he starts pushing his fingers back, your saliva gathering on him.
he adds a third finger as he hits the back of your throat, your eyes watering and your hands gripping his wrist.
he wiggles his fingers a little bit, and that makes you gag, spit dripping out and gathering on your chin, his eyes just staring at yours.
“there you go, excellent job. keep breathing through your nose.”
he tilts your chin up more and pushes his finger deeper until he can feel the back of your throat, and that makes you squirm around in the chair, coughing around him.
your eyes are glossy, making your vision blurry, and the feeling of his fingers pushing against your throat is so familiar, so tingly.
even with his fingertips pressing the back of your throat all you could think was... "he's so sweet! my old dentist never did deep checks like this."
nanami slides his fingers halfway out, then adds a fourth finger, sliding them in again, the tips of his fingers pushing against the back, the sensation making you cough.
he tightens his hold on your chin, still keeping eye contact, watching you do everything in your power not to keep squirming around.
“good girl… you take these well; you know that?”
pushing them deeper so that more spit can come out, your eyes squeeze shut, and you cough, gagging, more spit pooling out, some of it hitting your chest.
it felt so good, like when you ate pop rocks and melted down your throat making your throat tingly.
"like a soda." thinking to yourself.
he starts pumping them in and out of your mouth, one of your legs kicking, and that’s when you start squirming around; tears that were pooling in your eyes now come out.
he can feel your mouth start to close again, and he tightens his grip on your chin.
“keep it open; you’re doing good. i just want to check a few more things.”
wiggling his fingers again more erratically, and that’s when you start coughing harder, gagging around him.
all he could think about was if you would have the same reaction with his dick pumping in and out of your mouth, touching the back every time.
hearing you gag and seeing spit continue to pool out of your mouth is something he looks forward to seeing every six months.
nanami finally slides his fingers out of your mouth and walks over to the counter, pulling a lollipop from its wrapping and putting it in your mouth.
are your fics gn reader? (Curious bcs I never saw any gendered terms from the few I went through, even if one had afab reader 🙂↕️) if they are GN I’ll be so excited
There are a few gn fics that I have out, but if not specified as reader being afab then its gn :)
nanami loves it when your pretty lips are wrapped around his dick while your ass is in his face and your pussy is over his mouth.
he loves having your ass right in his face; sometimes you didn’t even suck his dick right, he just loves the position of your ass up in his face.
he's devouring you, his spit and your taste dripping right back into his mouth every time you lift off of him.
your pussy glistening and your wetness smeared all over his mouth and down his chin, leaving his chest wet.
“ride my face, move your hips.”
it made his dick twitch when you started moving your hips, rubbing your pussy all over his tongue.
“that’s right, mm.”
mumbling into your sopping core, his hands on your ass, grabbing your cheeks, keeping a steady grip on you, and sometimes smacking it to keep you in place.
don’t even get him started on what your mouth is doing to him, his hips stuttering.
but the way he eats you out has your mouth sinking down further on his dick, your nose touching his base with your eyes dripping tears from the pleasure you got.
it already got you off having his dick in your mouth making you ache but knowing he was falling apart from it was driving you crazy.
you love the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat and feeling his cum leaking, and the fact that he was sucking on your clit and holding you down over his mouth so that you couldn’t move.
not being able to say what you wanted because you’re gargling around him.
making a huge mess, with wet and messy spit strings connecting all over from the corners of your mouth to your chin, and spit slowly sliding down onto his base.
feeling the wet mess on both ends sent your body into overdrive, making you finish all over his face, and he wasted not a single drop.
that warm slick coating his face, leaving him glistening and greedier, finishing inside your mouth and diving back in for seconds.
pulling away from your core and flipping you over, diving right back in with his mouth on your soaking pussy.
You shake your head. “You’re both ridiculous.”
“Ridiculousness is always good.” Nanami whispers under his breath, loud enough for you to hear. You looked at him, seeing the mischief in his eyes. “Don’t you think, Hiromi?”
“That’s what makes lives interesting for people like us.” Higuruma says, lifting his wine to his lips. “After all, it’s easy to get bored in our world.”
“Good thing you’re just as crazy as us, dear lady.” Nanami continues, laughing. “You’re never going to bore us.”
“On the contrary, you should be making the effort not to bore me instead.” You replied back to them, with a sly smile. “Don’t bore me and this would be easy.”
GENRE: alternate universe - modern setting;
WARNING/S: nsfw, r18, smut, sudden romance, love at first sight, lust at first sight, polyamory, threesome (m/f/m), explicit, slow burn with fast tension, banter, flirting, acts of service, post-hook up domesticity, gifts, sharing is caring, pet names (sweet lady, pretty lady, etc), power play, dominant partners, manhandling, double penetration, cocks touching, size kink, praise kink, breeding possessive behaviour, marking, overstimulation, rough sex, teasing, pussy eating, oral sex (f-receiving), hand-jobs, creampie, dirty talk, sandwiching, sexual bravado, fingering (f-receiving), dom-sub dynamics (mild), self-indulgent smut, ceo! reader, business executive! nanami kento, defense lawyer! higuruma hiromi;
WORD COUNT: 8.5k words.
NOTE: i genuinely think this is something that could come with future installments. originally i wanted to have a continuation of older, but i started to deviate from that idea when i started to get way more into this idea. anyway, i do feel like this was an insane, intense idea. i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. the last gift comes in a few days. and i haven't finished writing that.....but you'll see it soon. enjoy this one!!! i love you all <3
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ko-fi
YOU TELL PEOPLE ALL THE TIME, NOTHING RATTLES YOU. You wear composure the way others wear jewelry so effortlessly, as if it were simply part of your skin. And why wouldn’t you? What could possibly shake someone like you, the best of the best in your industry, the only woman on that chair?
You’ve built a career on swallowing threats whole and calling it breakfast, on thriving in rooms where hesitation equals death. You’ve negotiated mergers the size of small countries, steered a Fortune 500 through an economic downturn without breaking stride, and once silenced an entire boardroom with a single raised eyebrow.
You are the standard they measure fearlessness against every single time.
But none of that, of course, none of the power you’ve collected, none of the victories you’ve stacked like trophies, could have prepared you for this. You walked into that gala as if it were another battlefield, dressed in the kind of suit that announces a declaration of war before you even open your mouth.
You were not only there to dazzle, of course. You were also there to make bridges where necessary, burn connections when you deemed it appropriate, and remind every competitor in the room why you were the one they feared losing to.
Your presence shifted conversations, redirected gazes, tightened spines. You knew your effect. You cultivated it. But he was the first person you met that night who seemed completely unaffected by it.
“You’re intriguing.”
Higuruma Hiromi approached you with a calmness that bordered on arrogance. But you like to think that it was that sort of quiet kind. The kind earned through competence rather than ego.
He didn’t flinch when you looked him over, didn’t waver under the force of your attention. Most people and men especially were either scrambled to impress you or retreated to safety.
This man, whom you knew from afar as Higuruma, had done neither. He regarded you like he’d already taken the measure of you, like you were a puzzle he was confident he could solve.
“And you’re bold, aren’t you?” you replied, arching a brow. “That line works on who, exactly?”
“Only the people it’s true about, dear lady.” he said. There was a flicker of a smile. It was barely there, but you knew that it was intentional. “You carry yourself like someone who knows exactly how dangerous she is.”
You should’ve dismissed him. You should’ve walked away. But there was something in his tone, something in the steadiness of his stark gaze that tugged at you before you could think.
Then he gestured subtly to the man standing across the room, speaking quietly with two executives you recognized from international markets, markets you have been wanting to exploit for a while now.
“I’d like you to meet someone. I think….you’ll like him.” Higuruma said.
You cocked a brow. “And why do you think that?”
“Because he’s someone who’ll understand you.”
You followed his line of sight and froze. Of course, not because of the man’s outward appearance, although he was striking in a way that suggested meticulous self-control, but because of the way he carried himself.
His posture was precise and calculated but it was not stiff. His attention was razor-sharp even when he wasn’t speaking or moving. He emanated calm authority, the kind that doesn’t need to broadcast itself to be felt.
“That is the man.” Higuruma murmured, stepping closer.
“And what is his name?”
“His name is Nanami Kento.” He says to you. “He’s….my good friend.”
You’d heard the name, of course. A business executive known for making impossible projections look conservative. A strategist with a reputation for never lying, even when it would benefit him.
A man rumored to dismantle corporate chaos with a single, devastatingly logical suggestion. You weren’t prepared for how real he looked. How grounded. How effortlessly composed.
You cleared your throat before speaking. But Higuruma didn’t wait for you to object. Instead, he simply guided you with an easy confidence. It was as though introducing a tempest like you to a force like him was the most natural thing in the world.
You had no other choice but to follow like a marionette, and walked beside him, and for the first time in a long while, you weren’t sure whether you were walking toward an opportunity or a mistake.
Nanami Kento turned as you approached, his intrigued molten caramel gaze landing on you with quiet, exacting interest. It was not the look of a man surprised, in your opinion. Instead, it was the look of a man assessing, accurately.
Higuruma’s voice was soft when he spoke. “Kento, this is the woman I told you about.”
Nanami’s eyes held yours for one charged second longer than they should have. “I’ve heard you’re remarkable.”
And just like that, with those simple words, delivered without inflection or flirtation, you shamefully let your armor shift. You didn’t know then that this introduction would start the one thing your carefully constructed world was never built to withstand.
You weren’t ready for either of them.
And you certainly weren’t ready for what they’d become together.
Especially when it comes to ruining you for them.
Much of that night together started innocently enough after that. The three of you found yourselves circling the same conversations that powerful people gravitate toward when they finally relax from a long day.
You started on business forecasts, then towards legal loopholes, half-heartedly towards political missteps, laughing at mutual acquaintances who had either impressed you or disappointed you, and the far more interestingly, antagonistic upon the list of mutual enemies whose careers you’d all quietly agreed were long overdue for correction.
It was easy, natural, strangely comfortable for people who were used to being the smartest person in every room. You didn’t have to soften your opinions or measure your tone. Nanami Kento didn’t have to compress his thoughts into polite summaries. Higuruma Hiromi didn’t have to pretend he wasn’t exhausted by incompetence.
It felt like slipping into a conversation already in progress, one you were all meant to be part of. Yet as the hours slipped by and the wine levels dropped, something else began to simmer beneath the surface. You should have known where to stop it before it compromised you. Instead, that’s not what happened.
Sparks which were subtle at first had started appearing in the laughter between your remarks, in the way Nanami’s gaze lingered on your mouth when you challenged him on a business model, in the way Higuruma leaned closer whenever he disagreed with you purely to see your expression change.
No one acknowledged the shift, but no one missed it either. It was there in the way Nanami adjusted your glass so you wouldn’t spill it, his fingertips brushing your wrist with deliberate care. It was there in the way Higuruma rested a hand on the small of your back when someone passed too close, the warmth of it burning through fabric.
Flirtation became bolder, softer, more intentional as the cigarettes were bit by each other’s buds. Glances stretched a second too long. Compliments landed with weight instead of politeness as you all become more entangled together.
And at some point, you were certain that none of you could say exactly when, the boundaries of professional conversation blurred into something far more electric. The air between you carried a quiet, magnetic pull, stronger with each passing moment.
By the time the three of you left the gala, the night had transformed. A shared look, a shared breath, and suddenly you were stumbling into someone’s apartment together. You think it was Nanami’s house, though in hindsight you barely cared.
What mattered was the door clicking shut behind you, sealing the charged, breathless gravity that had been building for hours. Hands found waists, mouths found lips, and the composed personas each of you wore so effortlessly disintegrated into nothing.
It became a mess of limbs and heat, of restrained men losing their restraint, of you being pulled sandwiched between them like it was the most natural thing in the world. You grasped as you found yourself drowning in the intensity of their touch.
You quickly realized that nothing in your carefully structured life had ever felt this reckless, this inevitable, or this dangerously right. Clothes were shed haphazardly, forgotten on the floor as you made your way to the bedroom.
Nanami Kento pushed you down onto the bed, his lean body covering yours as he kissed you deeply. Behind him, Higuruma was undressing slowly, his eyes dark with desire as he watched the two of you.
He climbed onto the bed beside you, his hands joining Nanami's in exploring your curves bit by bit, earning a soft moan from your lips. Before long, you found his mouth on yours in a searing, passionate kiss as Nanami's lips expertly trailed down your neck and chest.
Nanami's lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking and teasing it with his tongue until it was hard and aching. Behind you, Higuruma's fingers teased your other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his digits.
His mouth found yours again in a deep, hungry kiss as Nanami's hand slid down your stomach and between your legs. He felt the heat radiating from your core, and could feel how wet you already were for him, for them.
"Fuck." Higuruma groaned against your skin. "You're so ready for us already, aren’t you, dear lady?”
His fingers delved into your folds, stroking through your slickness and circling your clit teasingly. "Go on. Be the strong lady you are…..Tell us what you want. Tell us how to please you."
"I want..." You hesitate for a moment, biting your lip nervously before continuing. "I want you to make me feel good first. Both of you to make me feel....to make me feel good."
Your cheeks flush pink at the bold request. This was not who you were, you were certain about that. Yet there's no denying the hunger in your eyes, that much you knew. You could feel them pulsing as much as they could see it beaming with want.
Higuruma's smirk grows wider, his gaze darkening with desire. "With pleasure." he says, his voice low and husky.
He pushes you back onto the bed gently, settling between your legs as Nanami Kento watches on with rapt attention. He can see the glistening folds of your pussy, can smell the sweet aroma of your arousal.
He leans in and takes a slow lick up your center, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. "Fuck, dear lady. You taste incredible.”
Nanami only nods in agreement, his hand wrapping around his erection and pumping slowly as he watches Higuruma devour you. He groaned, feeling the hardness of his member pulsing with each every touch.
The blond only watches as Higuruma's tongue delves deeper, probing your entrance before thrusting inside. He fucks you with his mouth, his tongue curling and stroking your walls as he seeks out your most sensitive spots. Before long, Nanami stops.
Slowly, he leans in beside the dark haired man, letting his languid fingers join the fray as he spreads your folds open wider. You let out a heaving breath as he let his touch, tongue and fingers become more precise in the same rhythm.
Nanami can see your clit throbbing with need, and can feel you getting closer and closer to the edge. "That's it, sweet lady." He encourages little cooing breathes. "Come for us. Let us taste you when you fall apart."
Higuruma’s masterful tongue circles your clit rapidly, pressing down hard as Nanami’s fingers pump deeper into you relentlessly. Your back arches off the bed, screaming as your orgasm crashes over you, your pussy convulsing and flooding their tongue and fingers wholly.
Nanami pulls his fingers away with a smug look on his face. He looks at you as he licks his fingers clean of you. Higuruma laps up your release greedily, earning harmonious groans from you, your hands gripping the sheets.
It wasn’t long before you felt your pleasure come again from him cleaning you good, gushing his mouth again. Higuruma snickers as he moves away from your pooling cunny. He looked at Nanami who was raising his brow.
"Delicious." Higuruma murmurs, licking his lips. "I could eat this sweet cunt for hours….But it would be too selfish of me, won’t it be?”
“You’re right.” Nanami whispers as he gets closer, smiling at his friend, then at your fucked out form. “We should share.”
Nanami lets his body lower down towards your cunt. He can see Higuruma watching him with a hungry gaze, his own fingers pumping lazily over his erection. Without a word, Nanami leans down and presses a kiss to your inner thigh, his tongue darting out to taste your skin.
He then follows the trail of wetness up to your core, almost like tears as his tongue delves into your folds as he laps up the evidence of your pleasure. He wraps his other massive hand against his cock.
Before long, his hips begin to move slowly, thrusting his cock in on against his hand, groaning as he lets his tongue swipe in and out of you. Behind you, Higuruma grips his own cock and starts jacking off, watching you both.
Nanami's tongue circles your clit, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly as his hips pump steadily with his hand’s pace. Behind you, Higuruma's hand moves faster, his breath coming in short pants as he watches the two of you. He can hear the wet sounds of Nanami's mouth on your pussy, can see the way his cheeks hollow as he sucks on your clit.
"Fuck, fuck, sweet lady." The blond groans out loud around your flesh, feeling his tongue tighten in you as much as his cock on his hand. "You taste so fucking good. I could do this forever."
The hand wrapped around you lets its fingers dig deeper into your thighs, spreading you wider as he buries his whole face deeper between your legs. Higuruma leans forward, his free hand reaching out to twist and pull at your nipples.
His brutish touch sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core, mixing with the sensations of Nanami's mouth and making your head spin. Higuruma's fingers pinch and roll your nipples roughly, sending spikes of pleasure-pain straight to your throbbing clit. Behind you, his other hand moves faster on his cock, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.
"Come for us, sweet lady." He all but roughly growls. "Come all over Nanami's face like a good girl."
Nanami's tongue circles your insides one final time before sucking it hard into his mouth with a crashing force. That's all it takes to send you hurtling over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave.
He can feel your walls clamping down around his tongue, hear your screams of pleasure echoing off the walls. The scent of sex and sweat was everywhere at this point. He groans against you, his own release hitting him hard. His hips jerk forward as he comes undone, painting your thighs with his hot seed.
Higuruma throws his head back, echoing the same sounds of pleasure as he follows soon after, his grip on your body and then on Nanami’s skin, before his grip on his cock tightening as he finds his own release.
The three of you lie there for a moment, heavy breaths echoing back to earth as you three basking in the afterglow of your shared release. But it's not long before you feel Nanami's cock twitching against your backside, still hard and eager for more.
He can clearly hear Higuruma's breath hitch as he feels the same, his grip on your hip tightening possessively with his cock just as much prominent close to you. You lift your head weakly as you feel overwhelmed by their sizes.
“You’re both so massive.” you whisper, breathless, the admission slipping out before you can swallow it back. “How am I gonna take you both?”
Nanami’s mouth finds your shoulder, his lips warm against your skin. “It’s not the first time you’ll eat a man alive, dear lady.” he murmurs, voice low and impossibly steady. “You’ll do well.”
Higuruma laughs back with a soft, delighted tone. He seems to be far too amused for the situation he’s in. “You’re a man-eater and suddenly you’re worried?” His fingers brush your jaw, tilting your face toward him. “That’s cute.”
“S–shut up.” you mutter, your voice embarrassingly thin considering how many chairmen and senators you’ve made tremble.
Nanami hums approvingly, his hands sliding around your waist. “I think she’s adorable when she’s flustered.”
“I think she’s dangerous when she’s flustered.” Higuruma counters, leaning in so close you can feel his breath on your cheek. “Look at her. She’s already plotting how to dominate us.”
You glare back at him, heat rising in your chest. “Don’t flatter yourselves.”
“Oh?” Higuruma’s smile sharpens. “Then why are you shaking?”
Nanami’s hand steadies your hip, grounding you with a calm authority that makes your stomach flip. “She’s not shaking because she’s afraid, you know.” he says quietly. “She’s shaking because she wants this.”
Your breath stutters.
Because he’s right.
And the worst part?
They both know it.
You force your voice into something resembling composure. “You two think you’ve got me figured out.”
Nanami’s thumb strokes your waist. “We don’t have to figure you out, dear lady.” he says. “We’re right here with you.”
“And we’re not going anywhere, hm?” Higuruma adds, his tone softer now, as if he’s suddenly aware of the magnitude of what’s unfolding.
Their closeness, their certainty, the heat between you. It all but swirls into something overwhelming. Not just desire. Not just adrenaline. Something deeper, heavier, more dangerous than anything you faced in a boardroom.
You swallow hard. “I hate both of you.” you whisper.
Nanami chuckles. “No, you don’t.”
Higuruma lifts your chin, eyes bright with amusement and something warmer. “Not even close.”
And the way you lean into them, unthinkingly, unguardedly, proves them both right. Despite your initial hesitation, it was obvious that your body is already primed and ready for more of them. You purse your lips in a tight line as you feel it pulse down there.
Your pussy is slick with arousal, the lips swollen and parted invitingly. Nanami can see the glistening evidence coating your thighs, a testament to the pleasure they've already brought you. He all but smiles.
"Look at her." Nanami groans back at you. "So loose and wet for us. She's practically begging to be filled again."
Higuruma nods in agreement, his fingers teasing through your folds gently. "Mmm, you're right. Our little lady is eager for another round." His digits slip inside you easily, pumping in and out of your heat with practiced ease, earning soft pleasure ridden groans from you.
"You want our cocks now, don't you sweetheart?" Higuruma asks teasingly. "Want us to stuff you full and fuck you until you can't walk straight?"
Your body arches into their touches, a soft moan escaping your lips as Higuruma's fingers pump into you steadily. "Please." you whimper back at him. "I need you both. Need your cocks inside me."
Nanami's hand wraps around his erection, giving it a few slow pumps as he watches Higuruma finger-fuck you. "Fuck, listen to her, this little beautiful lady.” He groans back at you. "Begging so prettily for our dicks."
Higuruma smirks, adding a third finger and stretching you wider greedily, even when you didn’t need it. "That's it, sweet, sweet lady." He all but coos against your skin. "Tell us what you need. How badly do you want us to fill this tight little pussy?”
His thumb presses against your clit, circling the sensitive bud slowly. You moaned, feeling a prickle of tears on the side of your eyes from the pressure of pleasure. You were eager to have this come to a close once and for all.
"Please." You croak, feeling the heat take over your body. "I need you both inside me now. Need to feel you splitting me open, fucking me so deep I can taste it. Please fill me up.”
Your hips buck against Higuruma's hand, trying to take his fingers deeper. "Look at her.” Nanami pants. "Desperate for our cocks. Can't even wait for us to get ready."
He moves between your legs, his erection pressing against your entrance teasingly. "You want this?" Nanami questions you. "Want me to push inside and stretch you out around my thick dick?"
Higuruma's fingers pull out suddenly, leaving you empty and aching. "Don't tease her." He snaps back at his friend, almost too playfully. "Just fuck her already. I need to be inside her too."
Nanami's warm eyes widened at Higuruma's words, a smirk spreading across his face. "Fuck, you're impatient. Can't wait to get your dick wet?"
He presses forward slowly, his thick girthy length sinking into your pussy inch by inch. He could only his as he can feel it all overwhelm him. Every ridge and vein of his shaft dragging against your walls, setting your nerves alight with pleasure.
"That's it, pretty lady." He pants back. "Take my cock like a good girl. You're so fucking tight."
Higuruma lets his skin press against your own heavily, as his own thick, lengthy erection slides slowly alongside that of his friend’s cock. Soon enough, both of them were pushing into your pussy one after the other, rhythm forming between their two massive bits, making you scream your lungs out at how full you feel.
It was as if they were down at your throat, with how big of a space they occupied in you. You were gagging as you were sandwiched between them, unable to feel the oxygen regulate inside of you as they found the rhythm of pushing in and out, bottoming and then releasing. Tears were starting to run down your thighs, your eyes over and over.
"Fuck, fuck." He throws his head back, groaning. "She's so tight. We're barely fitting. It feels so tight in there, fucking hell….."
Nanami nods in agreement, his face contorted with endless pleasure as he feels your walls stretching around him. "I know, I know…uh, fuck. Fuck, it’s right. It’s so….." He pants back. "But it feels so fucking good. Like she was made for us."
Together, they begin to move even more erratically, brutishly, with their hips rocking endless strength. One after another, they dominated you in tandem. Some moments were slower than the others, more tortuous than the last.
But then they would knock you off your body, pushing deeper and deeper with the worst of battering rams, faster and faster, until you could no longer feel your head there. You can feel every inch of their shafts rubbing against each other through the thin wall of flesh that separates them from each other each and every time.
Nanami can hear the wet sounds of your gummy pussy being stretched and filled, the scent of sex and sweat filling the air. Higuruma's hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging and marking into your flesh as he helps Nanami set a steady pace with him.
The both of them go deeper and deeper as drool permeates down your chin, your eyes glassy against the heavens, completely surrendering to the pressure of bigger bodies, bigger desires, bigger push for nirvana together, endlessly releasing sounds of pleasure that were egging them on even more.
"That's it, Kento." He encourages his friend. "Fuck her good and hard. Make her scream for us."
Nanami's hips snap forward sharply, driving his cock deep into your pussy. He can feel Higuruma doing the same behind him, their movements becoming more frantic and desperate with each passing second.
"Fuck, fuck." He cries out with his heavy groans. "I'm not going to last now, the fuck….She feels too good. It’s all too hot, fucking—”
And he was not lying. His thrusts become more erratic, his breathing coming in short pants as he nears his release. Higuruma is just as affected, his grip on, your body, on Nanami's hips tightening by the second as he chases his own orgasm.
"Come on…..Hold it together.” His friend says, gripping you tighter as he starts nibbling at your tits, earning a loud cry from you and a pool of tears. “Let's come together…..fucking—I gotta fill her up good. Fill her up until she's overflowing….holy fuck—"
Nanami Kento goes faster and faster, jackhammering into you before long, he finds himself lost in the lights as he cries out and buries himself deep inside you, wheezing as his cock pulsing as he finds his release.
"Fuck….fuck, yes…yes…."
“Oh my god, I can’t….”
You were crying out soundlessly as more droll fell on your lips. You were beyond fucked out of your mind. There was nothing left but the high of the feeling. You start muttering incoherent words so loudly that it is making them giddy.
“No words, huh?” Higuruma snickers, feeling goosebumps as his cock felt contact with Kento’s already slowly softening cock. “It must have been really good.”
“Take my come. Take it all." Nanami hissed as he pushed his cock little by little, focusing on pushing his cum deeper inside of you. “Fuck—”
He can feel Higuruma doing the same behind him, his hips jerking harder and faster forward, jackhammering into Kento, into your gummy walls. Kento releases a groan as Higuruma Hiromi almost sings a song with his screams, his cock painting your insides whiter and hotter along with Kento’s cock.
He can hear the blond man groan once more of pleasure, feeling more of his own cock release more ropes of cum as it sticks to Higuruma’s own, which was pushing out hot splashes of his seed inside you soon after, pumping you full of them as everything inside mixes together inside of your depths.
Nanami Kento all but collapses onto you, still panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath, feeling sensitive as Higuruma Hiromi follows soon after, collapsing onto Nanami's back and wrapping his arms around both of you possessively. Cocks still connected inside of your sensitive cunny.
"That was incredible, wasn’t it?" He all but murmurs contentedly. "You're amazing."
He presses a kiss to your forehead gently, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin soothingly.
Nanami nods in agreement, his face buried in the crook of your neck. "Mmm, I agree. You're fucking incredible." He murmurs against your skin. "Never felt anything like that before."
He can feel his softening cock slipping out of you, followed by the hot piping rush of their combined releases with your own on your thighs. It was like tears pouring out in white gleams. And Nanami loved every second of it.
He can hear Higuruma's satisfied sigh behind him as he too exits from your cunny, pushing more of the cum out of your thighs. He can feel the other man's chest rising and falling steadily against his back. Your tears pour out more and more as you shake beside them, convulsing from the high of pleasure.
"We should do this again sometime." He says lazily, wiping away his sweat ."Have a repeat performance."
Hiromi snickers. “An encore?”
“Why not?”
He presses a kiss on your cheek, wiping away your tears before squeezing Nanami's shoulder before rolling off his side and collapsing onto the bed beside you. His massive hand finds your smaller ones, intertwining your fingers together possessively. Nanami Kento all but snickers.
“I’m not opposed to a good menage a trois.”
“Let’s ask her in the morning.” Higuruma whispers as he looks over you, completely broken by the pleasures of tonight. “Let’s clean her up.”
Nanami nods as he finds the strength to stand up. “Let me get the heat running on the tub.”
That’s all you could remember after.
You long passed out from exhaustion.
The maneater that you are laying there sleeping.
Conquered by your new-found pleasures.
YOU HADN’T REMEMBERED MUCH THAT NIGHT. All that you were too drunk, enjoyed yourself far too much and fucked two men you met last night, good friends who seem to now have some desire to share you, their new leading lady.
You woke up in Nanami Kento’s bed with the disorienting softness of those luxury linens beneath you and the unmistakable ache of a night that had taken more out of you than any quarterly review ever had.
The room was quiet for you to deal with. Too quiet for a place that had held three, eagerly prude bodies hours ago. The other half of the mattress was empty, cool. It was untouched except for the small mountain of fresh flowers.
Everyhing about it was obscenely expensive. Much too many opulent bouquets placed where the two men should have been. You had never experienced something like this before in your entire history of hook-ups. Yet it happened now.
A folded card rested on top of the nearest arrangement. It was cream paper, with gold ink, the kind that screamed old money and too much taste. You reached for it with stiff fingers, wincing at how every muscle protested. You weren’t moving today even if your board begged you.
The note explained everything in neat handwriting. Higuruma had an early hearing he couldn’t push, something related to a large tax fraud case. Nanami had to deal with the board of directors, something formal and serious which was something that sounded exactly like him.
They said that they’d be back before dinner and that they’d already arranged for a private chef to come by. You didn’t need to do anything but rest. You let your phone fall onto the duvet as you read it twice, then once more, the words sinking in slowly.
They were gone, but not in the way men vanished after nights like this. Not with apologies. Not with excuses. Instead they left flowers. Dozens of them. Big, lush, fragrant proof that they hadn’t slipped away. They instead had stepped out.
You exhaled, long and unguarded, sinking deeper into Nanami’s sheets. The scent of the bouquets drifted toward you. Rich silk like roses, delicate vibrant lilies, maybe some hard to find orchids.
You can tell that it was the kind florists keep behind the counter for clients who don’t balk at five-digit invoices. Ones you liked to indulge yourself en masse with after each brokered deal. Of course yours were laced in other little gifts, but this was expensive. Just as much as intentional. And you liked that.
Your body refused to move. It’s certainly not that you wanted it to. For once, you had nowhere to be. Your new-found lovers were sure of that. Hence, there was nothing demanding your attention, no crisis requiring your voice.
Instead, you let yourself drift in the covers, simply laying there, warm and exhausted, admiring the ridiculous opulence of the flowers that filled the space where two very dangerous, very influential men had been holding you hours earlier.
You couldn’t move.
But you didn’t need to.
You snickered.
You turned your head, eyes drifting over the bouquets again. There were too many to count from where you lay. No man had gotten you something this good, ones you actually liked. You found that in these many years you were finding an equal partner, that men are as cheap as they come.
Even your old rich boyfriends didn’t know how to give you what you wanted. For all the money in the world brimming from their pockets, they were far too eager to go cheap in the greatest thing in their lives, which was of course you.
Yet men you met last night were already getting it right. The flowers were full, lush arrangements that looked like they’d been selected by someone who knew you didn’t care for clichés. Nothing predictable. Everything about the performance.
Instead, rare blooms in unusual colors, artfully arranged in deep glass vases that had “Nanami Kento” written all over them. Or “Higuruma Hiromi” depending on who made the call. Probably both of them were the ones choosing the flowers, the other insisting on overnight delivery.
Rich men have tells.
These were theirs.
And that excited you.
You reached lazily for the note again, the corner brushing your fingertips. Nanami’s handwriting was controlled, elegant, and painfully neat. Higuruma’s signature beneath it was bolder, more fluid, like he wrote with the confidence of someone who always knew exactly what he wanted to say.
They would return before dinner.
A private chef at seven.
Rest until then.
Don’t worry about anything.
You snorted softly. “As if I ever worry.” you murmured to yourself, even though last night said otherwise. “I don’t lift my hands just for nothing.”
The sunlight filtered through Nanami’s curtains, warm enough to make you slip further under the sheets. You should have showered. You should have found your clothes. You should have checked your emails, your calendar, your stock alerts. Things you normally reached for before your eyes were fully open.
Instead, all you could do was lie there, limbs heavy, muscles used past their limit, and feel something dangerously close to…contentment. For the first time in a long time, you felt this…wholeheartedly satisfied.
And that was intriguing. It was that sort of contentment that sneaks up on you. The kind you don’t trust. Yet it was something that you think to yourself would be exciting to explore. After so long, there was finally something good in your life.
You shifted with a sigh once again, but as you got deeper into the shift, you all but winced. Okay, more like contentment trapped inside soreness. A lot of soreness. The good kind, but soreness nonetheless.
“Monsters, the both of them.” you whispered into the quiet room, but a faint smile tugged at your mouth anyway. “Overstimulated me then those monster cocks, I swear.….”
Your phone buzzed beside you, before you could think once again. One notification. You slowly reach for your phone, yawning as you type your passcode. Before long, you see their names on the screen.
Nanami, Higuruma. You don’t remember at which point of the night you exchanged numbers, but it seems you had. And now they were both texting you, on a group chat they had made themselves. You scoffed.
Nanami: I arranged for the chef to bring tea. Something gentle. Don’t get up too quickly. Just press the button by the bed.
Higuruma: Eat some of the food there that Kento’s chef prepared. Drink lots of water. You lost more than you think.
You groaned, dragging a hand over your face, embarrassed and flattered in equal measure. Of course they’d text at the same time. Of course they’d fuss. Of course they’d say something that made you feel. Unsettled, soft, dangerously unguarded. You typed back slowly, thumbs still clumsy.
You: I’m alive. Barely. Send help.
The three dots appeared immediately.
Higuruma: We already did. The chef is better at emergency care than either of us.
Nanami: And stop lying. You love it.
You closed your eyes again, letting their words settle into your chest like warmth spreading through cold marble. You pressed the button, letting out a sigh. They were decent enough to dress you again, thank goodness.
You didn’t want to admit it to yourself. But maybe you did love it. And maybe that was the problem. But in that moment, though, you didn’t find any semblance in you to care about it all for now.
You nestled deeper into Nanami’s impossibly soft bed, surrounded by flowers that cost more than some people’s rent, and let your body sink into the luxury of stillness. Tonight, they’d be back with you.
Tonight, there would be dinner and trouble and tension and whatever this…thing was turning into. But right now, resting in their space, wrapped in their scent, soaking in the afterglow of a night that had rewritten something in you.
IT HAD TAKEN ALL DAY BUT YOU FINALLY WERE ABLE TO FEEL YOUR LEGS. By the time evening settles over the city, with the warm gold melting into deep blue, you’ve managed to drag yourself into the shower, letting hot water soothe whatever was left aching.
You take your time dressing, not to impress but because it’s fun. They seem to leave some options that you actually liked. You raised a brow. You move on quickly from the thought before you go down a rabbit hole with that thought.
You dress in a silk dress, the only one that felt comfortable for you to wear that night. You were simple jewelry, which of course was still expensive and well made. It was beautifully shining as it gleamed under soft lamplight.
You take a moment to look at yourself in the mirror as you finish putting some improvised blush on, letting out a fierce look on your face. Everything about it says I know exactly who I am and you’re lucky I showed up.
It’s only when you step out into the hallway that you hear voices, low and familiar, drifting from the dining area. Nanami Kento is the first one you see. He’s still in his work clothes as he leans against the counter.
His dress shirt undone at the collar, sleeves rolled to the elbow, hair slightly mussed from running his fingers through it. He looks tired, but in that devastatingly composed way only he can manage.
Higuruma Hiromi stands beside him, tie gone, suit jacket draped over a chair. He looks looser, more relaxed, though the faint tension around his jaw tells you the hearing he handled today wasn’t an easy one.
They both look up the moment you appear. And they stare. Not rudely. Not hungrily. Just… intensely. Like you’ve walked in carrying sunlight with you, almost as though to them that the concept of light didn’t come until you.
Nanami is the first to speak. “You’re early. We were just finishing with the chef.”
Higuruma’s eyes sweep over you, slow, appreciative. “You cleaned up well for someone who swore she couldn’t move this morning.”
You raise a brow. “Miraculous recovery.”
Nanami steps closer, his hands sliding casually into his pockets, voice warmed by something subtle. “You look beautiful.”
Higuruma hums in agreement. “Dangerous, actually.”
You let the compliment settle, then gesture toward the dining table where a soft glow illuminates the spread, perfectly plated courses, wine already breathing, crème brûlée chilling somewhere in the kitchen if your nose is right.
“You two always eat like this?” you ask.
“Not usually.” Nanami says. “We’re too busy half the time to even meet.”
“But I suppose that will change.” Higuruma adds, looking at you with an intense gaze. “There will be a reason to meet more often now.”
Nanami hums in agreement. “On that we can agree.”
The air shifts. Thickens. Sweetens. You shot them a look. “That’s odd.”
“Nothing odd about the truth, sweet lady.” Higuruma says as he leans close, pressing a small kiss on your cheek.
Nanami pulls out a chair for you, with an old-fashioned gesture, but somehow perfect coming from him. “Sit. Dinner’s ready.”
You glide into the seat, the two men taking their places beside and across from you, the soft clink of silverware and the faint music from hidden speakers wrapping everything in an almost intimate haze.
As the first course is served, Higuruma leans back in his chair, eyes fixed on you with a lazy sort of admiration. “So, sweet lady….” he says, tapping his wine glass. “How does it feel being spoiled for an entire day?”
You smile slowly, tilting your head. “Dangerous.” you echo his earlier words. “You might make a habit of it.”
Nanami chuckles, with a rare, warm sound that seems to ripple straight through your chest. “That is not a problem.” he says, raising his glass toward you. “That is exactly the plan.”
You swirl the wine in your glass, letting its scent bloom as you lean back in your chair. The warmth of their attention is almost suffocating and pleasantly so, but still enough to spark that old instinct of yours: understand the situation, assess the risk, get the facts straight.
You set the glass down with a soft click. “Alright, we have to talk.” you start, eyes moving between the two of them. “Firstly I need to ask—how did this even happen? You two agreed to….this arrangement. With me.”
Higuruma raises a brow. “Why not you?”
“Please.” you scoff lightly. “You’re two of the most disciplined men I’ve ever met, and perhaps known from afar. I figured you’d be more territorial than collaborative.”
Nanami folds his napkin neatly, like he’s preparing for a negotiation. “We discussed it.”
“That tells me nothing at all.” you counter.
Higuruma laughs under his breath, tipping his head toward Nanami. “He’s not going to say it, so I will.” He turns back to you, eyes warm and startlingly honest. “We both noticed you the same night.”
Nanami sighs, resigned. “He’s right.”
You blink. “You’re joking.”
Nanami shakes his head. “You walked into that event like you owned the building. Most executives imitate confidence. You…exude it. Naturally. Effortlessly.”
Higuruma adds, intrigued about it all. “And you don’t bend for anyone. Not clients. Not rivals. Not pressure. It was interesting.” He pauses, lips curving. “And infuriating, because Kento noticed it first.”
Nanami corrects, “You noticed it loudly.”
“That’s not the point, dear friend.” Higuruma says, waving him off. “We both wanted you. Simple as that.”
You stare at them. Two of the most powerful, self-contained men you’ve ever met, who are to you close friends, talking so casually about all of this. And they’re looking at you like you’re something worth pursuing, as if it was worth negotiating over.
“So you two just…worked out a deal?” you ask, incredulous.
Nanami’s gaze softens. “It wasn’t a deal. We decided that if you wanted both of us, we’d make it work.” A beat. “You’re a once-in-a-lifetime woman. Sharing is…pragmatic.”
Higuruma smirks. “And it avoids unnecessary casualties.”
You snort. “You’re both ridiculous.”
Nanami tilts his head slightly. “Does it bother you?”
You meet his gaze, then Higuruma’s own. “No.” you admit softly. “I just don’t understand why you chose me.”
Higuruma leans forward, resting his elbows lightly on the table. “Because you’re brilliant. And terrifying. And fascinating. And because underneath all that steel, you still blush when someone praises you.”
Nanami adds quietly. “And because for once, someone can match us.”
You open your mouth, but nothing comes out, not immediately. Because for the first time in a long time, you feel something unfamiliar. Wanted. Not for power. Not for strategy. Not for advantage. Just…wanted. You could feel yourself dwell in it for a while.
You don’t know how long it has been since you have had anyone want you without wanting to gain anything but your person in a long time. But when you work in the world you do, everything is about transactions. And interestingly, this wasn’t one of those transactions. It didn’t seem like that to you.
Nanami gestures toward your untouched plate. “Eat. Before the chef cries.”
You inhale, steadying yourself with a small laugh. “Fine.” you murmur, picking up your fork. “But we’re not done with this conversation.”
Both men smile. “You started it.” Higuruma says.
“And we intend to finish it.” Nanami murmurs.
You shake your head. “You’re both ridiculous.”
“Ridiculousness is always good.” Nanami whispers under his breath, loud enough for you to hear. You looked at him, seeing the mischief in his eyes. “Don’t you think, Hiromi?”
“That’s what makes lives interesting for people like us.” Higuruma says, lifting his wine to his lips. “After all, it’s easy to get bored in our world.”
“Good thing you’re just as crazy as us, dear lady.” Nanami continues, laughing. “You’re never going to bore us.”
“On the contrary, you should be making the effort not to bore me instead.” You replied back to them, with a sly smile. “Don’t bore me and this would be easy.”
“That’s such an easy little game.”
You shake your head, laughing at Higuruma. “We shall see.”
epilogue
Weeks had passed and the patterns have changed, yet life returned to its familiar, razor-edged rhythm. Or rather, you forced it to. Part of you didn’t want to go. Not yet. Not when Higuruma’s bed where all three of you lay enchanted in the nakedness of the other.
Besides the desire to be entangled in the other, you can comment that it was the most ridiculously, criminally comfortable thing you’d ever experienced. Of course it was. Only he would casually buy a Grand Vividus by Hästens.
It triumphed over your purchase from Kluft and Nanami’s own Duxiana. It was a mattress so expensive it might as well come with its own security detail. You’d sunk into it that morning like it was swallowing you whole, cocooning you in layers of cashmere and horsehair and the faint, lingering scent of him and Nanami.
Leaving it felt like a personal betrayal.
But you had a company to run, an image to maintain, and two men who had apparently decided you needed to be spoiled to death. So you peeled yourself away from the most decadent bed on earth, put on your armor.
Your finely made silk blouse, structured blazer, heels sharp enough to qualify as weaponry and returned to the realm only you could rule and that was your office at the very heart of the city. It sat like a citadel above the city, as it always had before you got here.
With forty-six floors up, all glass and steel and the faint hum of climate control. The entire skyline stretched beneath you, a glittering expanse of ambitions and failures, all shaped by decisions made in rooms like yours.
For other people, the altitude was dizzying. For you, it was grounding. This was the empire you built with relentless precision. This was home. And you’d already conquered the morning with familiar, merciless efficiency.
Two conference calls, one productive, one idiotic. One executive meeting where you had to remind three men twice your age why you were the one in charge. A half-million-dollar error in a financial summary caught before it ever reached the board.
And a verbal takedown of a department head who dared to say the phrase “pivot synergy” which you swiftly informed him was not real English, which of course ended up with him erupting in vitriol and you sending him out to be fired.
By the time the clock slid past 10AM, you felt the old momentum returning, clean and sharp. Work was straightforward and just as much, people were easily predictable. Unlike the two variables currently occupying your personal life, who themselves were certainly enjoying themselves in their own little words.
You were mid-review of a proposal, with your bright red pen poised to strike when your assistant tapped lightly on the door. Two polite knocks. The kind she used when she was either afraid or bracing for something she couldn’t categorize.
You didn’t look up immediately. “Yes?”
She opened the door a few inches, peeking in with the cautious expression of someone edging into an active blast zone. “Ma’am…. she said carefully, “It seems that you…have deliveries.”
You finally raised your head. “Deliveries?”
The plural was ominous.
She swallowed, stepped aside, and added in a small voice. “You should probably…see for yourself.”
She opens the door wider.
And then the procession begins.
Somehow it was not enough.
You knew that it wasn’t.
No one florist.
Not two florists.
A small parade.
They enter your office carrying so many extravagant bouquets you briefly wonder if the two men you’re seeing have decided to reenact the death of a monarch. You could almost see how everyone was flocking to see what was happening, with eyes as curious as Cheshire cats.
The first arrangement is roses. It was lush, blood-red, impossibly velvety. The second is lilies so fragrant they alter the air itself. Then orchids. Then tulips. Then a sculptural assortment of black calla lilies in a vase that looks like it costs more than some department budgets. And more. Always more.
By the time the eighth arrangement is placed, your office looks less like the headquarters of a Fortune 500 executive and more like a private conservatory curated by two men with too much money and too few boundaries.
Your assistant’s eyes are wide. “Should I…clear your afternoon?”
“No. You don’t need to.” you say, though you’re still staring at the floral takeover. “Just….go before whatever this is escalates.”
She flees so fast you hear her heels clicking down the hall. Silence settles. A different kind of silence than you’re used to. It was softer than the ones they got you last time. This time it was scented, light enough that you would not cough in the madness of the scent.
The feeling of being surrounded by such beautiful, expensive wonders, made you feel warm. You inhale, letting the surrealness hit you fully. Then you reach for the nearest envelope, slicing it open with a manicured nail.
Nanami’s card. Of course his handwriting is perfect, as befits his personality more than anything else. It measured strokes, crisp angles, like each letter is an extension of his discipline.
You work too hard.
Take a break today, even if you pretend it’s mandatory.
—Kento
Your chest tightens, annoyingly, pleasantly. The next card is darker, the pen strokes sharper, the pressure on the paper heavy. Higuruma Hiromi proves that his skill with the pen was as dangerous as his skill with the argument.
If someone gives you trouble today, give me their name.
I’ll deal with it at in and out of court.
—Hiromi
You snort. “Violent.” you mutter. “How…predictable.”
Then you pick up the third card which was small, minimalist, and expensive. This one has no signature. You frown, open it. Two lines. Two handwritings.
Nanami’s words were first:
He insisted we send more than necessary. I tried to stop him.
Then Higuruma’s own, which was unapologetic:
No, he didn’t.
You laugh. Actually laugh. A bright, involuntary sound you haven’t made at work in years. It startles even you. You sink into your leather chair, surrounded by the perfume of obscene floral luxury.
The bouquets glow in the sunlight, petals catching on glass, turning your office into something softer than power, gentler than ambition. You reach for your phone and snap a quick photo. Your polished desk, your laptop, your empire, all swallowed by flowers.
You send it into the group chat they shamelessly created for the three of you:
You two trying to suffocate me with pollen or what?
Nanami responds almost immediately:
Are they too much?
Then Higuruma:
Not enough, if you’re asking me.
You shake your head, a smile tugging at your lips—one you don’t bother suppressing.
I hate both of you.
Nanami replies:
Good. We’ll send more tomorrow.
Higuruma adds:
And something else tonight. Expect a delivery at Kento’s home.
You put your phone down, the warmth in your chest blooming dangerously close to your throat. Because this, this tenderness disguised as excess, this attention that borders on devotion,this affection wrapped in power and play is something you’ve never had. Never allow yourself to have.
And now…..Now you’re not sure you can live without it. It had only been weeks and yet, it was all you could think about. It was all you could ever want. You lean back, gaze sweeping the room, and breathe in the scent of roses, lilies, orchids, and trouble.
You who was unshakable, who was unstoppable, who was untouchable are undeniably, irrevocably, beautifully compromised. And for once in your life, you find yourself thinking that you don’t mind continuing to play this little game for longer than necessary.
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