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[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
Read Between My Thighs
Synopsis: your plan is to avoid your rival, now that youâve both been hired as assistant librarians, to minimise the chances of getting into hours long debates and committing murder. the problem is that he's everywhere â helping you carry heavy boxes, scoffing at your choice of literature, eating you out in the back corner between the We Shouldn't Do This and the We'll Never Speak of This Again shelves. in all the bickering and orgasms, you're left with one question:
is the smell of books an aphrodisiac?
EPILOGUE - this marks the end of the librarian!nanami fic. thank you so much for keeping up and for reading. you all have the patience of saints. your love and support for this series means the world to me, and I will forever be grateful to each and every one of you for loving this version of Nanami. I love you all.
Warnings: no spoilers (contains smut, fluff, and angst) :) Word Count: 5.3k Canto IV - Masterlist
âOh, Kento,â you whisper, hugging your coat tighter around yourself. âI wish you could be here.â
Leaves crunch under your boots. You bury your face a little deeper in your scarf.Â
Campus smells the same as you remembered it. Thatâs the first thing you notice. Cold air, damp bark, something faintly sweet from all the coffee shops that have popped up on and around the area.Â
So much is familiar, and of course it is â things donât change that much, even if it has been years since you graduated. The same oak tree everyone used to fight over in the summer stands tall. Same hedges, same brick walls, and cobblestones. Same mascots and crests plastered on banners and plaques.Â
But, as youâd expected, things are different too. New faces, naturally. A wing was added to the Psychology building after the department received greater funding for their contribution to mental health research. The old noticeboards have gone digital, glowing screens cycling through events you canât decipher. You donât see many older professors; you wouldnât be able to tell whoâs a professor and whoâs not anymore when professors and students have grown closer in age.
âTime really does fly, huh?âÂ
In spite of any changes, however, you still feel right at home here. The steps you took from building to building are embedded in the soil. The phantom of your laughter echo in the halls, overlapping with generations before and after you. Even if you graduated a while back, youâll always be a child of academia.
Although youâre elated to be back, you canât help but feel melancholy.
A trip down memory lane doesnât feel right without one of the people that took prime real estate, after all.Â
It just isnât the same.Â
âStop ignoring me.â
Shuddering, you sigh wistfully. âItâs like I can still hear him.â
âYou can kill me in your mind all you like,â the voice begins, dryly, âit doesnât change the fact that you know Iâm right; Kindles cannot ever be superior to a good, old, physical book.â
You scowl, and turn to look back at the man trailing behind you. âThey say wisdom comes with age but youâre proving them all wrong, arenât you, babe?â
Kentoâs rubbing his glasses clean from the slight fog thatâs made the lenses difficult to see through. His cheeks are ever so slightly pink from the cold, and theyâre the only markers that heâs bothered by the weather. Unlike you, whoâs missing the warmth of Malaysia. He barely even tanned.
He reminds you, âWeâre the same age, my love.â
âYeah, well, I wear it better,â you respond haughtily.Â
Sliding his glasses back on, he blinks a couple times before hastening his steps to reach your side. He holds your hand in his and tucks it into his pocket, where a handwarmer lies waiting. A thumb rubs your knuckles. Kento smiles to himself. âIâm inclined to agree on that front.â
âOkay, so you can also agree with me about how Kindles are a fine alternative to physical books. I really donât know why you look down on them so much â theyâre so practical. You can have multiple books all in one place, theyâre smaller and more portable than a book, they weigh much less, and you can adjust the font and page colours. Theyâre more accessible, Ken. You need to get with the times.â
He nods. âI see your points, and Iâm not saying Kindles are to be scoffed at. I simply mean that, if given the choice and you have no accessibility needs, one ought to choose physical copies, and support the ever-dying paper industry.â
âYou mean the paper industry thatâs killing trees?â
Kento glances down at you. âAre you arguing that the manufacturing of Kindles has zero environmental impact?â
Itâs a trap, you recognise it. Heâs trying to bait you. Itâs not going to work.
Squeezing his hand, you tug him to the direction you want to take him: down the scenic route as opposed to the shorter path to your destination. He doesnât put up a fight.Â
Casually, you say, âNo, of course not. Everything has a carbon footprint. But itâs all about minimising your impact, and decreasing the number of books, and pages, that have to be printed in favour of having them digitally available, supports that. I donât think you can argue against the point that Kindles are more environmentally friendly than physical copies.â
âSo being environmentally conscious and friendly is the goal. Thatâs your main point? Itâs the underlying reason for any decision you make regarding what you read and in what medium you read it in?âÂ
Without waiting for a response, Kento continues, âWould you say owning three Kindles, two more than you really need, is environmentally friendly? And if so, what would your response be to me pointing out that since you bought your first Kindle, barring the fact that you bought two more, the rate at which you purchase physical copies hasnât decreased.â
In a flash, you yank him inside a random building. Itâs in the process of renovation. The alumni newsletter said itâs going to be a âWellness Centreâ, whatever that means.Â
Thereâs no one here. The lights arenât even on. Only the natural light from the gloomy sky lights the hall full of caution tapes and unemptied boxes.Â
You shove Kento against the wall and kiss him.
His hands fall upon your waist reflexively.Â
Lips move together so easily, so comfortably that you grow dizzy already. Thereâs nothing careful about the way he kisses you. No measured distance, no polite hesitation. Just heat, and the sharp edge of something that could be likened to deep satisfaction.
Kento exhales against you, fingers tightening at your waist to anchor himself. Your hands curl into his coat, tugging him closer and closer still, until thereâs no space left between you at all.
Every breath, every shift, every small sound echoes back at you.
A thigh of his parts yours. The apex of yours meets it unhesitatingly. Youâre wearing jeans, and despite the layers between you, you can feel the hardness of his muscular thigh. Your hips grind down on him with a gasp.Â
âDistracting me with your body?â he breathes out. âThis must be an admittance of defeat.â
Your hand finds the bulge you knew would be there. When you grip him, he sucks in a sharp breath and throws his head. A light thud resounds. âYou wish, Kennypie,â you whisper, rubbing his already-hard clothed cock in time with how you rub your clothed clit on his leg.Â
Truth is, you believe physical copies are superior to digital. Always. You were a Classical Lit student, and forever a snob, youâll happily admit.Â
What you wonât ever admit is that Kento is right.
Youâll take any camp opposite his just to feel the thrill of debate.
Faster than you had snatched him to the dark, he spins the both of you around and pins you to the wall. He sucks your bottom lip, then your neck where your pulse is. Kento untangles your scarf, pulls down the zip of your coat along with his descent, and comes to kneel before you.Â
âNo, darling,â he exhales. Your thighs squeeze together. âMy wish is to taste you.â
Threading your fingers through his hair, you let him unbutton your jeans and pull them down. Goosebumps rise. He soothes warmth into your skin with his palms. With a giggle, you ask, âAgain? You just ate me out this morning, Ken.â
Rare mornings where you could sleep in are usually spent with him settled between your thighs, or you between his. Why wouldnât they be?
As he guides one foot out of the jeans, he nuzzles your thigh. The tip of his nose grazes the frilly hem of your panties. âWho said Iâm limited to only once per day?â
The both of you really shouldnât be doing this. If you get caught, you wonât be expelled; thatâs not the punishment non-students face. Itâs jail time. But thereâs no one here, and there are no cameras. The campus is near empty because of the gloomy weather, and the way heâs started mouthing at your pussy through your panties feels too good to stop.Â
âFine, but be quick, okay?â you tell him. âOur friendsâll be waiting, and after we scolded Sho for being late at the last dinner party, itâll be a bad look if weâre late now.â
Kento hooks his finger on the gusset and pulls it aside. He makes a dreamy sigh at the sight of your puffy lips, glistening with your juices. A thumb of his parts the lips so he can see your clit and press a kiss to it.Â
You jolt.
âIâll be quick,â he mutters, sounding wholly unconvincing. âSheâll get over it if weâre late just this once.â
Then, heâs licking a stripe up your slit, collecting your wetness on his tongue. âSo sweet,â he says. âAlways so sweet for me, for Kento, arenât you, sweetheart?âHeâs burying his face deeper between your thighs, desperate to get as close to you as possible.
 You squirm against the wall, panting. âWeâre not going to be late,â you insist.Â
The end of your scarf tickles his forehead. You move it away, wanting to have an unobstructed view of his face as his tongue flicks the sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again.Â
Nodding absentmindedly, he agrees, âNo, we wonât be lateâŠbut it wonât be so bad if we are.â
Groaning, both in frustration and in pleasure, you repeat, âWeâre not going to be late, Kento. I swear to God, you better not mess around.â
Two fingers worm their way inside your entrance, stretching the tight ring of muscle out. You feel the long digits reaching deep. They force your gummy walls to expand around them. Youâre flushed, pulse racing. If anyone were to catch you now, thereâd be no explaining your way out of this.Â
His glasses have fogged up again. It irritates him. He takes the thing off with a hasty hand and pockets it. You like him with his glasses, but you like him with his eyes drinking you up more.
Kento curls his fingers over that spot he knows well. You moan, hips stuttering onto his face. His words come out muffled when he says, âThatâs up to you, sweetheart. Admit Iâm right, and youâll get your orgasm and your high horse.â
Tempting, you think.Â
He knows you so well.Â
But not well enough.
Throwing your leg over his shoulder, you fully commit to getting your orgasm one way or the other. âI would rather be late to every event we have for the rest of our lives than admit youâre right in any capacity, Kento,â you announce resolutely.Â
He chuckles. âOf course you would. My stubborn, stubborn girl.â
Thatâs the last you hear from him before heâs wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard. The pressure inside builds and builds. You canât deny his skilled tongue and years of knowing your body in and out, perhaps even better than he knows his own.Â
You cum with a slap of your palm over your mouth, stifling the scream. âFuck, Ken,â you groan.
Through it, he keeps sucking and curling his fingers. Heâs elongating your pleasure, making sure you can ride your high, and his tongue, to your heartâs desire.Â
And just when it starts to get too much, you shove him away from your pussy. He doesnât let you create too much distance â greedy hands grip your hips. He presses himself close, covering your body with his body heat.Â
Movement heavy with the remnants of your orgasm, you fight to release his cock from the tight confines of his tailored pants. It lands heavy in your palm, tip flushed and leaking. You feel the rush of his blood, the way it makes the length pulse and his veins prominent. You stroke him a couple times just to hear him murmur your name in that slutty voice of his.Â
âOh, sweetheart,â he rasps. His hips are rutting into your hold.Â
âAre you gonna fuck me, Ken?â you purr. âAre you going to christen this building before itâs even been built?â
Kento nods. He kisses you, as though unable to bear being apart from you for too long. The taste of you lingers on his tongue, and you donât mind it. He pulls away enough to reply, âYes, darling. I want to feel you, want to make you feel good.â
You kiss him again, smiling. âYou always do, Kento. Go on, I permit you to put it inside.â
He lets out a low laugh. âHow kind.â
Kento hikes your leg up on his hip, allowing his cock glide through your swollen, slick lips first. He coats the length with your juices. Lewd noises squelch, and upon the initial contact, you both gasp into each otherâs mouths.Â
Soon, he canât wait any longer, and the fat cockhead is prodding your pussy as though knocking politely. It enters you slowly. Inch by inch. Being careful of the fact that he hasnât been able to give you as much foreplay as he would have wanted.Â
The stretch is so familiar, so good that your back arches off the wall. âOh, fuck, Ken.â
âI know, my love,â he murmurs. âMe too.â
Under the layers, you sweat. Youâre aware of the fibres of his sweater you borrowed brushing your skin, of the hairs sticking to the back of your neck, of how his clothes and yours makes the closeness feel dull. Itâs not like being in the comforts of your own home, of being naked and in bed, and feeling skin on skin.Â
Restless, you whine, âKen, put it all in.â
A kiss to your forehead and heâs doing as you asked.Â
The two of you moan when his pelvis meets yours. Youâre flushed together, and itâs glorious. Thereâs a slight sting but nothing that doesnât make your eyes roll back.
Kento croaks, âYou feel so warm, so tight, so -hngh- soft. God, sweetheart, youâre perfect. So, so perfect.â
Your hips rock together. Itâs not like the purposeful, drawn out lovemaking you do at home. Youâre not teasing, playing games, or rutting against each other knowing thereâll be more rounds after this.Â
This is quick. Itâs fast, itâs uninhibited, itâs animalistic. Youâre merely racing towards your peaks, humping each other like dogs, and grunting and moaning like so. Thereâs nothing sophisticated or elegant about the slapping of skin, about the clash of lips with teeth, or of the way your fingers dig in whatever body parts you can latch onto.Â
âIs it nice to be back, Ken?â
Panting, he flexes his jaw as he tries to ground himself enough to think. âY-yes, darling. Itâs nice to see whatâs changed and what hasn't.â
In between kisses, you respond, âRight? I mean, things have changed, but being here makes me feel like Iâm a student running late for class. Itâs lovely.â
He grinds his pelvis into yours, rubbing your clit till youâre almost drooling. âYes. It is. It reminds me of the old times with you, and our -ah fuck- friends. It gets h-harder and harder to see them every year.â
âI know,â you say, hips working down on his cock. âThank you for arranging this reunion, Ken. Itâs so desperately needed after all the travelling.â
Kento cups a tit through your clothes. He kneads the fat and you jut your chest out for him. âTheyâd all been wanting to see you after all your success, sweetheart. It was pretty easy to organise when they want to see the award winning star in our circle.â
You grin and clench down on him. He hisses. âOh, stop you. Itâs not like youâre hiding in my shadows.â
âSomeone h-has to keep these big-ego writers in place,â he responds playfully.
âMy place is sitting on your face or riding your -ngh! keep going- c-cock, right, Ken?â you ask, batting your lashes up at him.
He kisses your forehead. âWhatever you say, my love.â
Something about the fact that heâs more dressed than you are has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Itâs the way he looks composed, but you know better: his cock pulses every time your walls clench down on him, and he throws his head back, Adamâs apple bobbing. Itâs how you lick up the sweat beading on his neck when he does, and he grips you harder.Â
The rate at which heâs fucking inside you is increasing. Youâre being jostled against the wall, feeling every bump and grind as if your senses are heightened. You no longer feel cold or conscious of being caught. All you can think and feel and taste and hear and see is him.
âIâm close,â you grit out. âIâm so close, Ken!â
âIâve got you, my love,â he promises. He grabs the back of your other thigh. Youâre held up in the air by his hands, boots dangling and jeans dragging on the floor. Like this, he reaches even deeper.
Your tits bounce with every rutting, and you wish he could be sucking on one. You wish you could rub yourself all over him. You wish there werenât layers keeping you from him. That you could be as loud and wild as you want.Â
Combing your fingers through his hair, you yank his head back and command, âYield, Kento. Submit to the -hah- love of your life and tell her she wins.â
His eyes narrow. âOr what?â
You grin. âOr I wonât cum.â
And he knows you mean it â youâre far too stubborn to succumb to pleasure, especially when thereâs victory on the line. So he shakes out of your grip and rushes to dive his face forward. âYouâre right,â he whispers to your ear, breathing warmth to the heated skin. âYouâre always right. Kentoâs wrong, about whatever we were arguing about this time, about everything.â
A breathless laugh carries into the humid air. âDamn right.â
One particularly perfect thrust against your g-spot has your vision spotting, your legs shaking, and toes curling. You cum with a silent moan. Kento groans into your neck, grip bruising as your clenching milks him to his own orgasm.Â
This will be somewhere between your sixth and eight orgasm of the day and itâs just as strong as the first.Â
Sex with Kento â wherever, however, whenever â is always mindblowing and mindmelting, a fact you rejoice in after concerns of age getting in the way. Of course neither of you are objectively old; your backs and joints are just fine. But youâve been together for years now, and people often talk about how the chemistry fizzles.Â
Thankfully that has yet to happen.
âOh, s-sweetheart,â he murmurs.
âMm, Ken,â you say when the pleasure begins to subside. âWe didnât wear a condom again. Now your cumâs gonna be dripping out of me and onto my panties.â
He throbs. You laugh again.Â
âIâll clean you up, darling,â he replies.Â
Kento presses a kiss to your cheek and pulls out. The shift is abrupt enough that you both suck in a breath, the cold air rushing back in where there had only been heat a second ago. An emptiness fills you. Your cunt clenches around nothing.
You land a little unsteadily when he sets you back on your feet.Â
Heâs about to get onto his knees. You stop him. âNo, Ken, weâre going to be late.â
He looks conflicted for a second before he checks his wristwatch and reluctantly nods. âYes, youâre right. Again.â
âNaturally.â
Like trained criminals, you quickly fix your clothes back up and get rid of any evidence. He tugs your jeans back up, giving you some time to replace your panties with a wince at the coldness. His hands zip your coat back up, then tucks your scarf inside. He fixes your hair, and you his. Kento slides his glasses back onto his nosebridge and blinks furiously to adjust his sight.
With last checks, you two give the other satisfied nods and head on out, though not without him sneaking a kiss and you smacking his ass.
âI canât believe weâve been on campus not even half an hour and weâve already desecrated a building. We havenât matured at all,â Kento mutters under his breath when you get back on the right path and near your destination.Â
Looping an arm through his, you reply, âI know. Isnât it great?â
Amused, he glances down at you and holds your hand. He brings it up to his lips and presses a kiss on your knuckles. âThe greatest.â
You laugh.Â
Then stop.
Up ahead stands a woman you could never forget. And when Kento stills too, you know heâs thinking the same thing.Â
Mrs. Collins doesnât look like sheâs aged a day â thereâs sprinklings of colour in a head of greys, in spite of the wrinkles she bears her skin is still tight, and thereâs a sharpness in her eyes that hasnât faded away.Â
Sheâs wrapping her scarf around herself. Without needing to ask, you know where she just came from. It oddly brings you some peace to know she hasnât left.
You donât know if she remembers; itâs been some years and you only worked for her for a couple months. Or if she does remember, would she say anything? Would she pretend she doesnât know you, never did anything, and youâre just another passing figure?
âWell, hello, my dears.â
So she does.
Itâs impossible to tell if that brings you comfort or not.Â
âHi, Mrs. Collins,â you say. Nanami cuts you a look but you give him a reassuring squeeze. âItâs been a while.â
âHas it?â she asks, not sarcastically, but rather genuinely, as though she finds it hard to keep time and it was just this morning that she stepped inside the library with the intent of setting you up, and sheâd now stepped outside.Â
A part of you is surprised sheâs talking to you, that sheâs entertaining this conversation, when she could walk away and go about her day. Thereâs no obligation to talk to you at all. Youâre no longer students, no longer employed by her, no longer young and naive.
Her eyes slide over to Kento. âMr. Nanami, are you not going to greet me?â
Youâve never spoken to him about her since before you graduated; neither of you bring it up. And you never found that fact odd â there were almost much more interesting and pressing things to talk about.Â
âGood afternoon. We donât wish to keep you. Please donât mind us,â he replies, coldly. Well, it would seem warm enough to anyone who didnât know him well. To you, however, you might as well be standing next to a glacier.Â
She hums. âStill havenât forgiven me, I take it.â
No, Kento doesnât seem to have; heâs as rigid as can be, as distant as possible, and paler than ever. You squeeze his hand. He doesnât squeeze back. Â
It must haunt him more than it haunts you.
You donât think about her and what happened very much, to be frank. Youâre too busy to do so. It would be a lie, though, to say you donât sporadically recall how you were used. Sometimes when youâre staring out the window and drinking coffee. Sometimes when youâre getting in a car. Youâve thought about what you would do and say if you saw her again, if she would ask for an apology, if you would cuss her out, blackmail her.Â
Right now, when the opportunity has risen and thereâs no better time, you canât seem to do any of that.
Because the person you see in front of you isnât this cruel, callous monster of cosmic proportions who deserves to be dragged by the hair. She isnât going to turn you to stone or tip your boat over. Sheâs not the devil, the mother of all demons, the shadow under your bed.
Sheâs just a woman who loves books.Â
And youâd do anything for the things and people you love too.
âI forgive you,â you tell her suddenly. The words leave your lips without you realising it.
Mrs. Collins purses her lips. If sheâs surprised by your words, she doesnât show it. âI never asked for forgiveness for what I did.â
âI know,â you say. âI know, and I forgive you. What you did, what happened, didnât stunt my growth, didnât stop me from graduating, from entering the real world with pride and confidence, and didnât stop me and Kento from being together. What you did made me stronger. I forgive you.â
Maybe you were never even really mad at her. Maybe youâd forgiven her a long time ago, around the same time that Kento asked you to be his girlfriend and you never looked back.
The older lady processes your words for a second or two. She even looks you up and down. Then she looks at Kento, and asks, âAnd you?â
âI canât.âÂ
Does disappointment flicker in her eyes or mere acknowledgement? Does either in yours?
Whatever the case may be, thatâs all there is left to be said here. At least thatâs what you think until she opens her mouth again as though the act is an afterthought.
âI read your book, dear. Itâs a rather popular stock in the library.â
âThank you,â you say automatically, a reflex youâd picked up on the book tour.Â
âItâs not a compliment,â she replies. âItâs just a fact.â
It lands like a compliment, and you take it as such.
âIâll be looking forward to the sequel,â she says. With a final, acknowledging nod, she turns. Mrs. Collins doesnât strut off immediately though; she pauses and adds casually, âBest of luck, Mr. Nanami.â Then she goes and disappears around the corner, leaving behind a mist of warm air.Â
For a moment, the two of you just stand there under the dark clouds. As far as interactions with someone you once knew and who fucked you over goes, that wasnât so bad, right?
You rub Kentoâs arm and lean your head on his shoulder. âAre you okay, Ken?â
âIâm sorry.â You look up at him. His shoulders are still tense. His gaze fixed ahead. âI know itâs unfair to resent her, especially when youâve graciously forgiven her and I have no right to hold any moral high ground, but I just canât. Iâm sorry.â
You figured as much â he canât forgive himself, and so he canât forgive her, because forgiving her means forgiving himself. Itâs too soon and heâs as stubborn as you so your reassurances will only go in one ear and out the other.
âNo, Ken. Itâs okay. Really. Process things however you need to.â
Kento replies with some heaviness, âIâll forever be grateful you forgave me, when you shouldnât have.â
Sighing, you grab his face and force him to meet your eyes. âKento, it was so long ago. Youâve apologised a millions times back then, and couldnât even get it up for the first month or so when we started dating out of guilt, remember? I know youâre sorry, hon, and I know youâd never do anything like that again. Weâre not going to spiral over something that happened eons ago.â
He leans into your touch and sighs too. âYouâre right, sweetheart. Iâm sorry. I donât mean to bring down the mood.â
âBetter now than later, at lunch,â you say, shrugging. âRemember not to let Shokoâs teasing yet the best of you, âkay, Kenny Benny Bear.â
At the old nickname, he grimaces but otherwise says nothing.Â
Looping your arm back through his and marching on, you add, âPlus, I canât say I didnât deserve it even just a little bit. Remember when I swapped your copy of The Iliad before the exam and your average went down by a couple points?â
Kento smiles at the memory. âYou only did that because I changed the time zone on your laptop in the study room when you werenât looking and made you late for the guest lecture with Phicshonal Lehjendaree Dyrektore.âÂ
You throw your head back and chortle. âOh my god, yeah! I was so mad. Iâd been looking forward to that for weeks.â
âIt was a good lecture too,â he notes fondly. âYou really missed out.â
A smack on his chest does nothing but make him smile harder.Â
âUgh, whatever, asshole,â you say though youâre smiling too. âWe were both stupidly childish, werenât we?â
âVery,â he agrees.
The two of you cuddle close together, one could say for warmth or for comfort. In spite of the weather, of the dip in the mood, you walk on feeling light. Campus is really quite beautiful in Autumn, with the vibrant reds and oranges and browns of the leaves, and the emptiness of the streets between buildings.
Itâs a good day to be with friends, you think.Â
Soon, the library comes into view.Â
Whereas many buildings have had some tweaks done to them, the library remains just as you remember it. Marble pillars, tall doors, golden lettering, stone stairs, and a welcoming glow to it that youâre sure only you and other nerds can see.
You were a little surprised that the meet up point would be here, especially when Kento was in charge of making the plans, but now that youâre at the foot of the stairs, youâre glad itâs here. Now it really feels like coming home.
A ping alerts you both. Kento checks his phone, and clears his throat. He stiffens again. âWeâre going to be late. Letâs head inside.â
You nod and follow him up. He grips your hand tight to make sure you donât slip on the stairs.
The doors open with a soft push.
For a second, you donât understand what youâre looking at.
Thenâ faces.
Familiar ones.Â
Needa and Frend, grinning too wide. Shoko beside them wriggling her brows at you as Haibara jumps excitedly behind her. Your parents, his, family and friends scattered in little clusters, all turned toward you with that same unmistakable look. Expectant. Bright. Soft in a way that makes your chest tighten before your mind can catch up.
You blink.
The library â the same one you spent years in, arguing and studying and fighting â has been transformed. The harsh overhead lights are gone, replaced by a gentler glow. Lamps lit up. The dreary, old curtains have been swapped for lush velvet. There are no students. No quiet shuffling, no turning pages, no whispered conversations.
Just melodic music.
A string quartet is tucked near the far end where the reading tables used to be. Bows glide over strings, slow and aching and beautiful threading through the air and tickling your skin, which is growing warmer from both the attention, the shock, and the protective temperature of the indoors.
Thereâs bouquets of flowers on mahogany tables. Petals littering the floor, thickest where you come to stand in the centre of the huddle under a chandelier of twinkling lights. Soft whites, pale pinks, a few deeper hues woven in. They curl around the ends of shelves, rest along tables, and climb just slightly where they shouldnât.
Your heart starts to pound, hard enough that it drowns out everything for a moment.Â
Slowly, you turn.
Kento is there.
On one knee.
The music, the light, the people â everything fades at the edges until itâs just him, steady and sure despite the way his hands shake just slightly around the small box.Â
The ring catches the light.Â
Your breath leaves you in a quiet, startled exhale.
âIâd ask if you would do me the honour of making me the happiest man in the world,â he starts, staring only at you, âbut you already have, so I suppose the better question isâŠâ
Tears well up in your eyes and you already have the answer at the tip of your tongue pleading to be screamed.Â
âDo you hate me enough to marry me?â
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Astronauts are so funny man. Here's just a couple of things I've found hilarious from this past week of space stuff:
It's probably already been spread around here enough already, but in case anyone's missed it; 7 hours after launch, commander Reid Wiseman, dealing with tech issues, uttered the generational quote "I have two Microsoft Outlooks and neither one of those are working."
After fixing the issues that were afflicting the onboard toilet, mission specialist Christina Koch (who has quickly become my favourite of the four) laughingly said âIâm the space plumber, Iâm proud to call myself the space plumber.â
On Easter Sunday, the Artemis II crew hosted a makeshift egg hunt, by hiding packets of dehydrated scrambled eggs around their Orion capsule.
The way the crew always makes sure to make it very clear they're in space when doing interviews. From stuff like Wiseman just hanging out floating sideways on screen or Koch letting her hair loose so it can freely span out flowing around her.
While in transit, the crew decided to record a parody of those bad 80s sitcom intros where everyone turns and smiles at the camera.
When the crew reached the furthest point from Earth in the mission, they jokingly clambored over each other in an effort to get to the far side of the capsule, so that they could individually claim to be the furthest person from earth.
At the same time, on the ISS which was at the time on the other side of earth, the 7 astronauts onboard had a light-hearted race to the far side of the station, making jokes about being the furthest humans from Artemis.
On the way back to earth, NASA actually managed to establish an audio call between the crews of the ISS and Artemis II (where they shared the above info), and Koch called one member of the ISS crew, Jessica Meir, her "astro-sister" as the two of them previously spacewalker together in 2019. Meir then responded I'm so happy that we are back in space together, even if we are a few miles apart" (a few here being 230,000).
While Jeremy Hansen was doing an interview, Wiseman and Koch were just in the background swatting the mission mascot (a little moon plush toy named Rise) back and forth between each other.
Our girlfriend looks so pretty from outer space
No Sex until Friday
cw: explicit sexual content, teasing, making a deal w nanami, masturbation, creampie, degradation, who knew you were such a cumslut. happy kinktober!
It started with a stupid argument. âYouâre a sex addict,â Nanami said casually, loosening his tie after work.Â
Your head snapped around, affronted. âAm not.â
âYou canât go two days without whining to me to fuck you,â he countered, unimpressed.
Your mouth dropped open. âThatâsâfuck you. I can go a week.â
âA week? Fine. Deal.âÂ
âW-Wait wait really?â You hadnât expected him to agree, damnit. âWhat are the terms then? You say âno sexâ but what does that mean? Can I walk around naked? Can I give you head?â
He leaned in, cupping your chin, thumb brushing your lip until you opened and slipped it into your mouth. You swirled your tongue over it, sucking slow, just to prove a point. âThe deal,â he murmured, pulling his thumb free with a wet pop, âis nothing. No sex until Friday. And thereâs no fucking way youâre lasting that long.â You glared at him before standing up and waking off to your bedroom already trying to think of ways to make him cave first.Â
On Monday, you decided if Nanami thought you couldnât keep your hands off him, then fineâyouâd prove that he couldnât keep his eyes off you.
He was already half-dressed for work when you padded out of the bedroom, deliberately bare, your hair still mussed from sleep. You didnât bother covering yourself, not even when the cool morning air brushed over your nipples, making them pebble. Nanami froze with his tie draped around his neck, eyes catching on you before he immediately looked away. âPut clothes on.â
You smirked. âWhy? Itâs my apartment too.â
âBecause I asked you to,â he said, voice tight, fingers tugging the tie into a neat knot. You crossed the room slowly, savoring the way his jaw clenched the closer you got. You bent down in front of the coffee table to grab your phone, your ass on display, back arched like a damn porn cover. âHmm. Youâre not looking at me.â
âCorrect.â
âBut you want to.â You straightened, letting your hands drag up your body until they cupped your breasts, giving them a teasing squeeze. âI mean, youâve spent how many nights with your cock inside me, Kento? And suddenly I canât even walk around naked?â His hands paused mid-button. He took a long, controlled breath, then picked up his briefcase. âThis is juvenile.â
âItâs effective,â you whispered, stepping into his space before he could move away. You trailed your fingers down the crisp line of his shirt, then lower, to where his slacks stretched a little tighter over his thighs. âGod, I could drop to my knees right now and swallow you before work. Youâd look so hot in that tie, fucking my throat until mascaraâs running down my face.â
Nanami grabbed your wrist and moved your hand off him. âYour attempts are pathetic, so stop wasting your energy.âÂ
You pouted and snatched your hand out of his grasp, making sure to make a show of your ass as you walked away.Â
Tuesday night during dinner at home, you âaccidentallyâ dropped food in his lap. He sighed, napkin in hand, but you crawled under the table before he could protest. His thighs shifted when you palmed him through his slacks, massaging slowly until you felt him harden under your touch. âStop.â His voice was a warning tone. You kissed his cock through the fabric. He set his fork down. For a long second, you thought heâd let you. But then his large hand curled into your hair and dragged you up firmly. âYouâre not going to win.â
Fuck, he was good at this.
That Wednesday you joined him mid-shower, sliding in behind him. âRoom for two?â
He sighed, scrubbing his hair. âGet out.â Instead, you pressed yourself to his back, hands sliding over his chest. His cock brushed your thigh, heavy and already twitching at your touch. âIâm not touching you where it counts,â you teased, stroking everywhere but his cock. âNot against the rules.â When his hand suddenly gripped your wrist and pinned it to the tile, you squeaked, thighs clenching. âYouâre making this very difficult,â Nanami ground out, water cascading down the ridges of his shoulders.
Finally, Thursday night, you were curled up beside him in bed, Nanami propped against the headboard with his book. He looked unfairly perfectâhair still damp from his shower, reading glasses perched on his nose, completely ignoring you.
So you let your hand drift under the blanket. First over your stomach, then down between your thighs. You parted them slowly, letting soft moans slip past your lips as you circled your clit with two fingers. Nanamiâs head snapped toward you. The book slammed shut. âThatâs not allowed.â
âThis isnât sex,â you whispered, hips rolling up into your own hand. âYou said no sex. This⊠isnât sex.â
âStop.â He growled, his cock already hard under the thin fabric of his sweatpants. You smirked up at him, breathless. âYouâre hard just from watching me. Whoâs really losing here?â You slid your fingers lower, pressing them into your soaked entrance with a needy moan. âGod, Kento⊠Iâm so wet just thinking about you.â
He scoffed, attempting to draw his attention away from your self-pleasuring and failing. âYouâre pathetic.â
âYou want to see how pathetic?â you challenged, pushing two fingers inside and gasping as your back arched. The sound of his sweatpants hitting the floor made your pussy clench in anticipation. âKentoââ His cock pushed inside you before you could finish, forcing you to stretch wide around him. Your back arched, a moan tearing from your throat as he bottomed out, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your cervix. âFuck!â
âYeah,â Nanami snarled, hips snapping against you, âfuck is right. Thatâs exactly what you wanted, isnât it? All weekââ thrust ââacting like a bratââ thrust ââmaking me hard every fucking day.â The sound of your moans, wet pussy squelching filled the room as he continued to pound into you.
Your moans turned into cries as his pace grew brutal, sweat dripping down his temple, his mouth at your ear. âYou couldnât even last four days, sweetheart. Pathetic.â
Your nails clawed at the sheets, your cunt squeezing him so tight he hissed. âNanamiâfuckâso good, so goodââ
Nanami groaned, fucking you through it, harder, deeper, until his release spilled hot and heavy inside you. He stayed buried to the hilt, cock twitching as he filled you, your pussy milking every drop. He finally pulled back just enough to kiss your temple, voice rough. âNo sex until Friday,â he repeated mockingly. âYou didnât even make it to midnight.â
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ââ .⊠nanami uses your panties in secret to jerk off
đđđđđ đđđđđđ is the epitome of restraint. vanilla to a fault, they say. the man who leaves work at exactly 6pm, sips his whisky neat, and folds his socks into perfect squares.
heâs calm, composed, a gentleman in every senseâdates with quiet dinners, kisses that taste like respect and aftershave, sex thatâs missionary with eye contact and whispered praises. no kinks, no surprises. just reliable, earth-shattering pleasure wrapped in a pressed suit.
but everyone has secrets. and nanamiâs is filthy.
it starts innocently enough. youâre together six months now, living in his pristine apartment with its minimalist furniture and faint scent of bergamot. it's laundry day, you toss your hamper into the shared basket, not thinking twice. the pile includes a lacy black thong, still warm from your body, tangled among his button-downs.
he sees it that evening, after youâve fallen asleep on the couch post-dinner. youâre curled up, soft snores, oblivious. heâs tidyingâhabit, compulsionâwhen his fingers brush the fabric. he notes how it's smooth. worn. carrying the faint musk of you between your thighs. his breath hitches. just once. he glances at you, heart thudding. then pockets it.
he's now in the bathroom, door locked, he unbuckles his belt with trembling hands. the thong clutched in his fist. he brings it to his nose, inhaling deepâyour scent, heady and intimate, arousal and skin and the ghost of your cunt fills his nostrils.
âfuck,â he mutters, the word foreign on his tongue. his cock springs free, already rock-hard, veins bulging. he wraps the lace around his length, the contrast obscene against his flushed skin.
he strokes slow at first, savoring. imagining you bent over the kitchen counter, skirt hiked up, begging for him. the fabric catches on his precum-slick head, and he groans low, biting his lip to stay silent. faster now, hips bucking into his fist, the thong soaked with him.
ây-yours⊠m'all yoursâŠâ he whispers to the empty air, picturing your tight heat clenching around him instead.
itâs over too quick. hot spurts paint the lace, ruining it, marking it as his dirty little trophy. he cleans up meticulously, stuffs the evidence deep in his drawer under folded handkerchiefs. guilt flickers through his brain, but the high lingers.
he kisses your forehead that night, making love to you as vanilla as ever.
it doesnât stop. next time, a red pair from your gym bag. he jerks off in the shower, water pounding, thong stuffed in his mouth to muffle the moans as he ruts against his fist, cumming so hard his knees buckle. âneed you⊠fuck, need your pretty pussyâŠâ
then the pink cotton ones, innocent and everyday. he takes them to work, tucked in his suit pocket. during a dull meeting, he excuses himself to the executive bathroom, locks the stall, and fists his cock with them, stifling grunts into his tie. your scent clings, pushing him over the edge while visions of you riding him in his office chair flood his mind.
you notice things going missing. âweird,â you tell him one night, rifling through your drawer. âmy favorite pairs keep vanishing.â
he nods, face impassive, pouring you wine. âdryer probably. iâll buy replacements.â his voice steady, but under the table, his cock twitches at the thought.
one night, you pretend to sleep. you hear him in the bedroom after his showerâdrawer creaking, soft rustling. peek through lashes: nanami, naked and glorious, your missing black thong stretched over his massive cock, stroking with single-minded focus. his head tipped back, blond hair mussed, lips parted on silent moans. âso wet f'me⊠shit, gonna fill you up⊠mine, all mineâŠâ
you watch, heat pooling low, as his abs clench, hand flying. he cums with a choked groan, ropes of white soaking the fabric, dripping down his knuckles. he slumps against the dresser, panting, utterly wrecked.
the next morning, heâs vanilla nanami againâcoffee, kiss, âhave a good day.â but you smile secretively, already planning. maybe you'd leave a fresh pair out. catch him. make him choke on it while you ride him so hard he sees stars.
after all, even calm men have breaking points. and nanamiâs is lace and your scent, unraveling him one stolen panty at a time.
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â¶ïžïžïžïž Fire In My Heart (starring . higuruma & nanami)
synopsis . What happens when the man you fell for during a vacation trip abroad turns out to be your arranged fiancĂ©âs best friend? A mess of tugged heart strings, horribly convoluted emotions, and a whole lottaâ fornicationâof which none of you knew how to manage. content . afab!reader, plot with porn, arranged marriage (nanami), one night stands (higuruma), lots of yearning, slight angst, heavy tension, nanami x higuruma, forced proximity, sloooow burn(s), fluff, 70âs/80âs song references & use, filthhh, oral sex, awkwardness, exhibitionism, strangers to lovers, eventual threesome, possessiveness, size kink, improper use of ties (bondage), dirty talk, panty sniffing & stealing, love triangle ending in a polycule, higu is a freak, prone bone, edging, pet names, virginity loss (nanami), second hand embarrassment, marathon sex, shiu cameo, praise, degrading, men kissing, dumbification, a trip to Paris (heh), drunk confessions, finger sucking, dramatics, etc.
word count . 19.8k (holy balls) || authorâs note: hi, this is a milestone special lol. apologies for errors, if any. banner art from âIkyouto Kouryuukaiâ
You always had a thing for people overworked and underfucked in several positions.
It was evident in the way you constantly attracted that genre of personâstarting with your closest friend Shoko Ieiri, whom you dragged out of the country to vacation withâand ultimately ending with a man occupying a barstool across the way from you.
With a half empty glass of liquor swishing through a rotating cupâheld only by the edge of his deft fingertipsâwide-set, weary brown eyes cast your way suddenly enough to make you flinch.
Then came a mirroring drink sliding towards you from the much softer-eyed bartender.
âI didnât order this,â You hummed easily, letting your eyes run from the dark-haired man of interest.
The bartender nodded his head back into the same direction your gaze just left, and you knew then that youâd gotten exactly what you wanted.
His attention.
Where does this take you? Right back to a game of eye-tag so doused in tension that it feels like a physical strike to your nerves.
Unknowing of how he'd recently fallen victim to your budding attractions, your mystery man sat particularly independent and detached from the room surrounding him. The only thing that seemed to pluck him out of his perpetual state of aloofness was the persistent way in which a gaze landed on him.
The gaze in question being yours, of course.
You simply couldn't help yourself, especially after heâd gone out of his way to buy you a drink.
Though, despite him being the picture perfect image of your type, you werenât about to let this kindling flame crackle and then die out too quickly. No, you much preferred when mutual interest like this played out nice ân slow.
Which is exactly why you let your eyes glide down to the silently offered drink, lift a manicured nail to the glassâs rim, and then create a mild bit of distance by pushing it away.
The glass coolly slides across the bar far enough to be received as you declining the beverage, and your mystery man of interest catches it immediately. You look up again just to make sure he was watching you and youâre left with a little jump in your heart as his tired eyes mull elsewhere.
Fear threatened to take over at the momentary loss of his attention, but your worry was quickly soothed as he looked at you again. Lifting that half-drunken glass of his, he lightly tips it your way with an understanding nod of his head, obliging to your rejection.
Now, most would assume that this is where things end between you both. He offered you a drink and you politely declined it, how can tension possibly still exist there?
Simpleâif youâre someone thatâs of true interest to him, he wonât exactly stop there.
Which is precisely why it's of no surprise when he moves to stand up.
You'd been sipping on something you'd ordered roughly thirty minutes ago before Shoko left you to network the dance floor, trying your best not to make it obvious that every smidge of your attention was trained onto a man whose name you hadn't even gotten yet. But with the way he carries himself, it was almost impossible to do so.
The moment he stood up seemed to make your centered attention worse off. He was noticeably over six feet, a trait of which you recognize from across the room as you let yourself watch how he absentmindedly lifts a hand to make an unnecessary adjustment to his tie.
The way he walked around the bar had people turning heads and bartenders exchanging glances as if to imply he hadn't moved from his previous spot for a while up until now.
An exit is located not too far off behind you, so part of you figured your singular rejection is exactly the thing that'd drive him into retiring for the night. Was this your intent or goal? No, not at all.
But you liked the thrill of clinging on to the wildly false sense of hope that dwindled about inside you. The same sense of hope that sparked your intuition and made it less of a surprise to see your mystery man round the bar and relocate himself a mere two barstools away from you.
You watched through your peripherals how he fit himself into his seatâthe length of his legs angling beneath the bar, and his charcoal-colored suit sleeking darker under the new angle of the establishment's dim lighting.
With him being closer to you, it was hard not to turn your head to get a better look at him and all that he had to offer you visually. Then again everything involving this man and your will to do things threads on a very, very thin lineâas you'll come to find out.
Five minutesânot that you're counting or anythingâroll by before anything noteworthy occurs.
Unfortunately, it's of your own actions that bring interest back into the slowly rolling interaction-, er, lack thereof...
You look back into the moderately distant clumps of people in search of Shoko, wondering just what has kept her so occupied this long. Eventually you spot her talking to a rather timid man with glasses, his gaze hardly meeting hers due to the intimidation she exuded via maintaining completely undivided attention on him.
The sight makes you smile as you set your drink down and you take this as the perfect opportunity to steal a quick glance at your fairly quiet mystery man. He'd bought you a drink, you declined it, then he came over, and since then... things have been placid. Unwelcomely so.
Has it been your turn to make another silent move all this time? Or were you both waiting for something to just happen out of the blue?
When you move your eyes to him, you feel your heart lurch in your chest.
The man is already looking at youâor, more specificallyâat your legs. His eyes traveled slowly along your thighs based on how much you had revealed, making an intentionally steady descent to your calves and around the curve of them, before eventually falling onto your heels. At that final stop, his brows twitch.
He doesn't make a face or anything like that, rendering you unable to figure out what was going through his head, but he does blink ever so slowly before making eye contact with you.
...Almost as if he knew you were watching him check you out.
You start to open your mouth to say something of the quirky variety but he beats you to it.
"You declined my drink," Rumbles off the expanse of his tongue like he'd been holding the words there for longer than he meant to. The throaty base in his voice has you inattentively crossing one leg over the other.
Which, he notices, of course.
There was music playing softly throughout the room but from the moment he opened that dangerously calm mouth of his, every other sound seemed irrelevant to your ears.
Now that a conversation had finally presented itself, you had an excuse to take in every feature he had. His eyes are naturally wide in a way that should feel hollow or empty, yet does the exact opposite somehow. There's a richness lounging around in his irises, the outskirts of them indicating nights and nights lacking sleep, and the dull way in which he drags his gaze everywhere telling you that being tired is a trait he may have been born with.
All of which have you so utterly intrigued.
"I did," finally exits you, and for a split second his face dares to show emotion. An unspoken battle of attentiveness waged between you both, evident his mild reaction to hearing you for the first time. Someone could walk by and see or feel the tension already blooming between the two of you.
The man patiently waits for you to grant him with more of a response than that, eyeing how you move your hand towards the drink he purchased for you.
Your nail lightly taps against the rim and your shoulders rise to shrug, "Buying a woman a drink from across the room without even saying hello feels a bit lazy to me, sorry."
He doesn't smile at that but the corners of his mouth involuntarily move. A faint scoff leaves his nose, "I see." He murmurs, making it clear he wasn't exactly a man of many words. "Is that your type, then? A man who approaches you directly?"
Things had only just begun and the dynamic had you reeling in your seat already. Turning to face him a little more, "Depends," Your head tilts and you send him a grin, "Is that you?"
"Could be.â He offers suavely, âI've approached you, haven't I?"
You hum, tapping at that idle glass of rejection again before returning to your own cup, "Only after I've declined your drink."
He appears unimpressed by your response, eyes leaving your face and moving to your hand, "You didn't answer my question."
"I thought it rhetorical." You bite back.
His lips twitch again, "It wasn't."
Something about the blunt end of his statement has you unable to lessen your attraction for him. You liked how he was carrying himself through this conversation so far.
Sighing, "...Obviously, you've approached me."
He notes the sass in your tone but doesnât address it in the slightest. Instead meeting you with some of his own, "Then that makes me your type, no?"
Before you can answer that, he slowly leans over with his arm extending out. You thought he was about to offer his hand to shake but it amply moves past you and plucks up the same drink you denied moments earlier. Bringing it to his lips, youâre left to watch him turn his head to the side as he sips.
And thatâwhether it be intentional or notâhas your mind set on how you want this night to go. This stranger had already been your type in terms of perpetually presented exhaustion, a drawling voice, and calculated way of speaking but his most redeemable quality was undoubtedly his nose.
Oh fuck, it was beautiful. The gorgeously arching curve had your eyes stuck in place. You didnât want to stare at it but shit, you didnât realize how big it was up until now.
In the casual manner he goes about drinking, you wonder if he even realizes the sex symbolistic quality shaping his face.
Your lashes bat and your words nearly come drooling out of you, "I don't even know your name."
God, you hope it wasnât obvious that heâd you exactly where he wanted you already.
"I don't recall you asking for it." He hums gravely.
Itâs like heâd written out a response for everything hours before even approaching you! Or, perhaps heâd exchanged this set of dialogue before. Maybe you werenât leaving the stand-outish impression youâd hoped to.
Instead of playing into his game, you take matters back into your hands, "Is that your type, then?â You mock with the slightest smirk on your face, â A woman who shows interest immediately after you've approached her?"
"No,â Fuck. Of course he had a response prepared for this as well, âI prefer a woman who can't keep her eyes off of me, and then plays coy once confronted about it."
You scoff, "I'm not playing coy."
"It's cute how you didn't deny the first part.â He finally grins, albeit small. Then he makes eye contact with you again and lifts his brows, âWas that intentional?"
"Very." You claim.
...Just who exactly was playing into who's hand now?
Thereâs a small beat of suspense that splays out between you, but he eventually breaks it before you do.
"Higuruma Hiromi." He finally tells you, splitting his keen attention to return to his drinking.
You offer your name politely in return and then add, "I like how I didn't have to ask for it."
The exchange of names has him loosened up more than the alcohol. You see it in how he becomes a bit more telling in his expressions and body language.Â
Higuruma shrugs, "You should never have to."
"Almost seemed like you wanted me to," You fire right back.
He canât help but smile for the first time, thinking he was quick with his words but noticing youâre becoming quicker. "No? I'm your type, remember?â He teases, turning his head to scan the bar, âI know how you like a direct approach."
You wanted to hate how smooth he was but unfortunately it was only worsening the existing attraction you felt for him. He was supposed to approach you and say something corny like most men doâyâknow, struggle to finalize your interest and completely squash whatever fantasized version of them you had in your head.
Yet, Higuruma was the exact opposite. He exceeded your prospects and then fucked a throbbing new reality right into your fantasies.Â
That canât be fair, can it?
"Alright,â You finally breathe out, feeling sick of how things are only getting worse for you. âSo did you buy me a drink for the banter or are you interested in something more?" You ask.
Higuruma leans forward toward the bar and moves to rest his cheek against his knuckles as he looks at you, "Are you denying me the option of both already?"
"You didn't answer my question." You mock again.
Something on him twitches but itâs not his mouth this time. He distracts you from it with a kinder expression, "I'm interested in both."
Your brows raise, "So you expected the banter then."
"Not at all," Higuruma chuckles faintly. "My expectations were nonexistent, considering I prefer to be surprised."
You lean toward him a little, your dress shifting against your body and tempting him to dip his gaze elsewhere. Then youâve the nerve to bat your lashes at him, "And how did I do? Are you surprised by my wit?" You joke.
Luckily it lands with another smile coming your way, "I'm surprised by you, period. Mainly because this is my first time seeing you here."
"I'm on a vacation trip with my friend," You hum, glancing and pointing back at Shoko.
Higurumaâs eyes follow before he nods at your spotted friend, "Ah, I see."
âAnd I'm assuming you come here often?" You ask, feeling happy to keep the casual conversation going.
He looks at you again, "More than I care to admit, yes."
"Mh." You squint skeptically at that, "Demanding job?"
If his answer turns out to be yes then it would all make sense. He looks tired, heâs still fully dressed in a suit, and heâs on his third drink of the night.Â
"Yeah, Iâm a lawyer.â Figures. âWhat gave it away?" Higuruma asks.
You gesture at his face playfully, "A little bit of everything."
He chuckles, "I get that a lot.â Then, he finally sets his glass back down and sits up a little straighter, intent on showing you that you have his undivided attention now.
As it stands, the two of you know so very little about one another. The only thing inherently obvious between you both is that youâre deathly attracted to each other.
A mutual comfort of sorts settles in between you and Higuruma, evident in how things felt moderately different now. The small talk had been nice and all, but it was overtly obvious that you both wanted much more than to pass time with words thatâd surely be forgotten come the next morning.
Which is exactly why you run your eyes over the man one last appreciative time and let your head tip to the side as you say, "It's my last night here."
The sound of that has his brows perking up in interest, "You wanna make it worth something?"
"How so?" You shoot back.
Higuruma quips lightly, "Answer my question without another question and you'll find out."
You smile and finally concede, "Yeah, I wanna make it worth somethingâŠâ
ââ
Which is roughly how you end up in the backseat of his carâhis personal driver ahead pretending not to hear the heavy pants and breathy moans leaving the two of you.
You hardly remember how you got from one place to another. One second the two of you were drunkenly locking lips at the bar, and the next you were unbuckling your seatbelt and climbing on top of him after growing too needy to wait for the ride to be over.
The two of you were on your way toâwhat you assume to beâhis place and while your concern for leaving out with a complete stranger shouldâve been present, it wasnât. Instead, the only thing concerning you was the way your dress slid up your thighs and over the curve of your ass via needy shoves from Higurumaâs big hands.
His grasp had been careful when it first met you in the barâinitially treating you all delicate-like as he cupped your jaw and pulled you in slowly for that first kiss. Then itâd traveled to the back of your neck, tugged you in to deepen the kiss, and ultimately ended up where it is now: tracing the skin of your thighs and bundling the fabric of your dress up, up, up! until your lacy panties were revealed.
One quick peek from his poor driver ahead and heâd surely be flashed by the sight of your underwear. Not that you were sober enough to care.
Higurumaâs fingertip dug into your thighs with a certain fixation for them, hauling your body impossibly closer to his own and prompting a proper grind against his clothed cock so you could feel exactly what youâd done to him thus far. It was enough to have you gasping into his mouth, your sounds swallowed up by his desperate kisses and the searing swats of his tongue that accompanied them.
Your arms were slung around his neck loosely and you couldnât help how your hips bucked against himâthe fabric of your panties clinging to your wet cunt as you ground a particularly soaked spot into his dark slacks.
"You want me now?" Higuruma scoffs into your mouth as if to scold you. Smirking before you can even answer and tonguing his next words into you, "Are you like this often? Throwing yourself on top of strangers and begging for them to touch you? Hm?"
When he pulls away, youâre given but one second to gasp as his head dips down and his nose brushes against your jawlineâthe sound of him inhaling your very scent giving you a short chill down your spine.
You manage a cheeky smile as you thread a hand into his hair and ruffle the strands in between your fingers, "If I say no, would you even believe me?"
His lips plaster the right side of your neck in hot kisses before he whispers, "Depends on how convincing you make it sound."
You push him back softly and his body rocks along with the movement, hands growing tighter at your hips. Thereâs a prominent twitch from his cock just under you at your sudden assertiveness, and the way you two meet eyes is downright filthy. Whatever visual chase youâd done earlier couldnât possibly compare to the way you both just eye-fucked one another.
Breaking the moment, you lean to his ear, "No, Higu, I don't throw myself at people like this.â Your hands shift down and you start plucking a few of his clothes offâstarting with his tie and trying to make your way down to his belt, âBut, it's like I said earlier, tonight's my last night here and I wanna make it count. Sue me."
He chuckles at that, "Careful, sweetheart.âÂ
Youâve no idea if he was warning you about your words or the fact that your touch is trekking dangerously close to his erection.Â
Your wonder is satisfied a mere second later as he adds, âI just might."
With a roll of your eyes, "Gross, does dirty talk with all lawyers sound like that?" You groan, finally pulling his belt free from the loops and tossing it to the side.
The sound of it clattering against the vacant seat has the driver up aheadâwho's name you caught as Shiu Kongâpeering into the rear view mirror.Â
"It was a joke,â Higuruma responds to you lowly, a couple of his fingers slipping under the lace of your panties at your hip.
You scoff playfully, âA corny one.â
âYou smiled.â He bites back.
Shaking your head this time, your gaze slips down to watch yourself unbutton his pants as you snort, âJokes are meant to be laughed at.â
You barely get to unzip him before he says, âAnd youâre meant to be moaning by now.âÂ
Just like that, your attention is stripped from the task at hand (literally), and youâre meeting eyes with him all over again. It was clear he didnât want to waste what little time he had with you.Â
Thus leading you to match his energy as you always do, arching a brow and leaning in a little closer, âSo make it happen.â
âNeedy girl.â
ââ
Between the luxury car and penthouse you soon end up in, you hardly remember a pure thought ringing throughout your head. The entire ride had been filled with dry humping hot enough to have the two of you drooling into one anotherâs mouth, and it was like youâd blinked before you were being tossed onto some bed.
Items of Higurumaâs suit and your dress decorated the hallway leading up to his room, and the few remaining pieces of fabric between your bare skin and his was currently being glared at by a patently prurient pair of eyes.Â
During the ride here, Higuruma had muttered something filthy into your ear about how he loooves making women like you feel good. Obviously you were too wrapped up in your own aroused brain to realize this was a warning of sorts.
The thing is, Higuruma was not your average eater. He didn't treat oral sex like foreplay or a thing to be done out of convenience, but he catered to the act as if it were an art to be studied and thoroughly executed.
You, (un)fortunately learn this the hard way.
After being not-so-patiently tossed onto a plush set of sheets, large, grabby hands met the underside of your thighs and were quick to sprawl your legs apart. Then Higuruma was settling himself in between them, uncaring of how hard he was and wanting-, no, needing only one thing from you at present.
You severely underestimated how infatuated a man could be with eating you out until you met Higuruma.
The gentleman was so utterly craving that he didn't even bother pushing your panties to the side. His lips met the fabric with ease, and you were left to watch him with slightly furrowed brows as he tongued through them to gather the first taste of you onto his rather famished tongue.
The first noise you let out was nothing short of embarrassing given that you flinched like a woman who hadn't been touched in months. Higuruma comforts you with a sound of his own thoughâa throaty groan vibrating directly in between your puffy folds in response to the teasing taste of you greeting the center of his oral muscle.
A long stripe of salivating sin swipes up all crookedly against your panty-clad cunt as he takes his sweet time figuring out how he wants to go about devouring you tonight.
When a proper dribble of your aroused slick enters his throat with one slippery descent, Higuruma's lashes begin to flutter as if heaven itself just met his taste buds in liquified fashion. Then he moans against you, a sneaky whine laced somewhere in between the desperate sound.
His hands grip the skin of your thighs and he pushes your legs out impossibly widerâlike you hadn't been spread enough already! The little gasp you let out in reaction to being stretched so widely goes through one ear and out the other with the way Higuruma lets the entirety of his mouth cup your pussy before giving it a firm suck.
You thought having your panties on would be uncomfortable for you but you quickly found that it was the exact opposite with him. He'd suckled your taste hard enough to pull the fabric up into his mouth for a second, lifting his head a little and letting space grow between your now outstretched panties and your glistening cunt.
Then a cold brush of air would slip through said space and you'd shudder just to feel your underwear wetly slap! back down against you.
It was then that your hand shot down to his hair and your hips lightly rolled up for more. You felt the corner of his lips curl up to smirk as he continued with his oral motions.
At some point you get the feel that he's just taunting and your impatience gets the better of you, causing you to use your grip on his hair to push his face a little harder against your cunt.
Higuruma's hips buck against the bed hard enough to rock the entire frame at that as he lets something filthy exit his throat. Then you feel his smirk widening out into a smile before his eyes peek up at you. His tongue glides right and finally shifts under your panties for a moment, languidly licking at the lip he's met with there.
"Higuuu," You try crying out in an honest attempt for him to quit it with the teasing.
As if encouraged by the sound, his tongue simply begins to dip at the outskirts of your pussy. A thumb comes over smoothly to peel the rest of that lacy fabric out the way, and you hear him breath out something of awe at the raw sight of you.
Your poor cunt was sooo swollen from all the sucking and wet kisses he'd given you for the past however many minutes. If the sight didn't have his cock slobbering against his boxers then perhaps he'd feel bad.
With one more adjustment of his positioning, Higuruma moves his hands to your hips and then pulls you a little closer before he dives in nose first. The tip of it peppers a couple kisses around your clit just to feel the way your neglected nub twitches at the first bit of contact, and you feel a fat glob of spit meet your entrance.
The plump pad of his thumb pucks at your weepy hole a couple times before you hear him whisper, "Such a pretty lil' thing, fuuck."
Then he angles his face and you watch the whorish display of him lathering the bumpy ridge of his nose with all your profoundly drooling slick, his mouth returning to taste you directly for the first time.
Once he gets a full taste of you, he doesn't stop until he's satisfiedâyour gorgeous string of whines 'n moans drowned out into the air and battling for volume against the sloshy shlicks! coming from your cunt as Higuruma does what he'd been dying to do from the moment he first met eyes with you that night.
The feel of you against is tongue is something he just can't get enough of, his mouth is moving haphazardly along your slit to work your drenched folds further apart.
Then comes his thiiiick fingers, which work your insides out steadily in scissors-like motions. You feel him prodding against spots you weren't even aware you had, promoting the prettiest arch in your back as your body uncontrollably squirms against the bed to escape him.
Your breath had run from you many moments ago and you struggled to capture it back into your lungs, much too wrapped up in the pleasure thrumming all throughout your body.
Higuruma's a feral eater but he's neat with it, making sure none of your delectable slick escapes the jail of his mouth, and thoroughly pursuing any slips that dare to trickle elsewhere.
It's not until after your fourth or fifth orgasmâcoaxed via his tongue aloneâthat you feel your legs turning to mush, jittery shakes noticeable as you use that grip on his hair to tug and then push at him all confusedly. You were at a point where you didn't even know what you wanted anymore. On one hand, his mouth was absolutely perfect against you, but on the other hand, you couldn't quite take it anymore.
Your whines were of pleas to convince him to give you a break yet your hips insouciantly bucked up at his face. And fuck if all of it didn't drive Higuruma mad.
Nothing could top watching you lose yourself in the pleasure he was able to give you.
Well, except for you giving him a rather rude shove just as his tongue flicks over your overstimulated clit. The exhale you release is one of near exhaustion but he only takes that as encouragement.
Grabbing at your wrist and lifting his head away from your cunt for the first time in a while, his eyes meet yours with a perfectly ticked-off glare, âAs much as I love your hands on me, gorgeous, youâre interrupting my meal.â His tone is low and raspy in a way that shows his vocal cords have been well saturated with your taste.
The moment of grace you're given directly after only comes because Higuruma is busy snatching the loose tie that's been hanging around his neck off, and then lifting over you and taking the both of your hands into his grasp. Crossing your wrists with one another, your lashes are cutely flopping whilst you peer up at him with pleasureful tears coating your waterline.
A few minutes later and you find your wrists tied up over your head 'n anchored to the bed.
Your voice comes out all shaky, "H-Havenât you had enough?â
His eyes lazy flick up to you and for the first time, he crack a crooked, but genuine smile. Cocking his head to the left, "No oneâs ever eaten you out properly, huh?â He asks as if he already knew it to be a fact.
Blinking, ââŠWhat gave you that impression?â You huff.
Higuruma scoffs and looks back down at the sopping spread of your pussy, admiring the way your slick oozes out of you in pretty glimmers. Before losing his train of thought, âThe dumb question you just asked.â He soon shoots back to you.
Your brows furrow, âHiroââ Before the rest of his name can finish its departure from your tongue, he's diving back in and you're left moaning all over again, âF-Fuuck!â
The man was no longer eating you out as if starved, no. He was now feasting upon your sloppy folds with a prideful passion of greed guiding ever nasty swipe of his tongue.
It wasn't long before his fingers joined back into the fun, stuffing you nice 'n full to prepare you for the next way in which greed would express itself into you.
Through the entire time he spent satisfying his oral fixation for you, his poor, fat, neglected cock was left to sob out something creamy down below. His balls ached from the lack of stimulation but fuuuck if he wasn't gonna prioritize his cravings over what his body claimed it needed.
When he finally lets his head fly backâafter watching you fall apart on his mouth for the nth time of the nightâyou see as he pants, as if he was the one who'd just been slut out on a mere finger and tongue combo.
Casually muttering, âI think sheâs ready for me now," as he shifts back to sit on his heels and works the weight of his cock out from the damped fabric it's been confined in all this time.
Your head shakes slightly but your cunt is busy twitching with readinessâclearly matching his greed with some of her own. âI donât think I canâŠ" You tell him while he comes up to untie you. Never quite finishing your sentence, you end it off with a sheepish, "Hiromi...â to gain his attention on you.
As if it had ever left to begin with...
He arches a thick brow your way, âYou donât think you can, what?" Another cocky smile is bearing across his lips, "You talked such a big game earlier. Surely a little foreplay hasnât worn you out already.â
Foreplay?? He just ate you out for two hours!!
At that, you roll your eyes and playfully scoff, âOh, fuck you.â
He hums, âYouâre about to,â and then slots a wet hand to your hip, tapping slightly with his instructions of, "Flip over.â
You do exactly that with utmost swiftness. No matter how many pouts you sent him or how bratty your words were, your body couldn't deny the incessant desire for him. That feeling has been buzzing through you all night and now was not the time to try 'n ignore it.
âOh fuck,â Higuruma lightly smacks your ass as you roll over, helping you to get in position as he throws a leg over you and sandwiches your limbs together. Grinning at how ruined you are for him already, âS'this your type too? Having a stranger's big cock stretch you open jus' right after a long day? Hm?"
You're drooling from every hole alreadyâreduced to nothing more than a wet, needy mess of a woman below the man you met only a few hours ago.
If he'd mentioned anything personal to you between the bar and now, you wouldn't be able to remember it by tomorrow. But the way he fucks? Oh, you'd be remembering that for weeks to come.
And how could you not? There's nothing more memorable than the swollen, plump rounds of his cockhead smearing in between your puffed pussylipsâsweetly streeetching you open to take the rest of his length.
"Yesss, Higu'." Your voice is immediately moaned into a pillow as the soft material smushes against your face, back arching some. "This is my type t-too.. hahh, I love it."
You're obviously just babbling whatever you can in agreement with him, but he couldn't much care.
With a firm thrust of his hips, his cock slides in deep and you're biting down at the pillow already due to his raunchy tip slathering in a messy greeting. âGod, youâre nasty.â He huffs out a breathless little chuckle, already losing his own mind from the warmth that's currently swallowing him, âI think I like that about you.â
âMnngh-, y-you just like how good I feel.â You say back to him, feeling one hand hold your hip to lift it up a few centimeters as the other presses into the slope of your spine.
The arch he forces you into is just filthy and you're almost annoyed by how snuggly his cock fits because of it. Your salivating walls twitch and throb out to his shape, folds kissing his wide base with him just nesting in place for a moment.
He snorts, âNo, I like thisâhow bratty you pretend to be.â Then his hand kindly flies up to the back of your head so he can shove your face down, and his hips are reeling back.
Shit.
Fingers slot through your hair just to grip at you nicely and his cock pivots left inside you, âAll that talk just to get a good fucking as if a simple please wouldnât have brought you the same results.â
âHiro,â You moan breathlessly, fingers dug into the sheets for support and toes curling up as mindless pleasure washing over you in hefty waves.
âOhhh, I know, I knowww, sweet girl.â He coos with a condescension that has you spilling glossy gushes around the thick of his shaft, each spill decorating his thumping veins. âDonât cry like that, Iâm just givinâ you what you wanted. You wanted me to fuck you like this, didnât you?â
The weight of Higuruma comes over you next, smothering you into the mattress and having your entire body jump involuntarily. You don't know whether or not you cum or cry because of it, but either way your reaction is adding a certain wetness to the situation.
Then you're just nodding in an all too fucked-out manner, âM-Mhmmm.â
âMhmmm, yeahhh, you did.â He mocks, hips rocking down into you tenderly so he can stir up your insides jus' right, âNow tell me it feels goodâtell me it feels good to get what you wanted, câmonnn.â
Higuruma's words of encouragement are enough to make your mind go blank, âI-It feels sâgood Hiro,â His thrust gets unintentionally sharper and you're still going, âNgh! You feel sâgood.â
âSo do you,â His voice gets louder with base as the heat of his mouth slanders against the crown of your ear, âIâm tempted not to let you go.â
Him being addicted to you was the one thing both of you wanted to avoid, but the heat of the moment got the better of you and he feels how your pussy hugs him in reaction.
Licking at your skin, "Youâd like that, wouldnât you?â He whispers.
âUhuhhh.â You nod again.
âUse your words, hun. I canât understand you when you mumble.â Fuck, you don't think you'll be lasting the number of rounds he had planned for you if he continues to speak like that. âCâmon, talk to me all pretty like you have been all night.â
âYes, Hiromi.â You eventually mewl, âI-Iâd love it if you-, ah! didnât let me go.â
âFuck, youâre so good for me.â He praises huskily, dick achingly hard within the sleek confines of your cunt, "Bet you want me to keep you around after this, just so you can get the cock you deserve whenever you want it, huh?"
Your body tries to inch away from the strong roll of his hips and how soppily his cockhead is lapping against your sweet spot, "Ohmygod," He easily follows your chaste movements by bucking into you. "M'gonna cum Hiromi."
His bottom lip pokes out to pout, "Aww, again? A little bit of talking really gets you there like this?" He asks as if he's not right there with you, his fat balls taut with the need to pump something sinful into you.
You're a complete mess and your mind is going all blank on you, "M-Mhm."
"M-Mhmmm," He mocks again, "My poor baby, when's the last time you were fucked properly?"
Cunt fluttering around him, "I-I don't-"
"Shhh, not you." A bulky arm comes wrapping around your frantically twitching frame and two fingers suddenly slide right into your gaping mouth. Voice still hot against your ear, his other arm snakes down so he can tap at your clit, "M'talking to my pretty girl down here."
And that is all it takes for you to choke on his fingers as you leave a splashing mess on him, eyes rolling back, back, back! until only the whites are showing.
Higuruma fucks you good. Talking right through your every orgasm as if he had no idea how to shut that filthy mouth of his, cooing and mocking you all through each mess.
You'd hadn't been fucked that good in so long, you're pretty sure you were the first one to tap out not too long after leaving a squirting slob of cum on him.
And Higuruma, ever the cunt-connoisseur, made sure to end the night by "lightly" licking you clean.
During that act is when you actually fall asleep and he's pretty sure you're the kinda woman he'll be thinking about for a while after this.
You may not have kept up with him fullyâat least not to his standards of doing soâbut he does appreciate how you allowed him the opportunity to slut you out exactly as he'd hoped to!
ââ
The morning after was nothing short of a blur.Â
You departed without giving Higuruma much of a goodbye, but youâre hoping the little note you left with your phone number attached to it will be enough. Part of you felt bad knowing that heâd be waking up to a half empty bedâconsidering thatâs definitely not what he fell asleep inâbut the other part of you felt as though Higuruma may appreciate the lack of you in his arms, per not wanting to get too attached.
And bearing in mind the way things play out for you going forward, youâre sure the latter of your preferences are closer to validation.
Shoko had a field day upon hearing you recount your details of the night as you two exchanged stories during the flight, and it wasnât long before you found yourself right back home.
The first day back to reality was a painful reminder of why youâd left in the first place.Â
Walking into the lobby of your familyâs company building for the first time in weeks was dreadful, to say the least. Employees greet you all politely as you pass, but their heads only dip in automatic acknowledgement of the chairmanâs daughterâaka, you. Itâs a fake routine youâve grown both accustomed to and very tired of.Â
Nothing real ever comes from these small interactions and the majority of the people in this building view you as some sort of pawn in your parentâs game. Which, unfortunately, is exactly what you come to find out you are.
You made way towards the elevator and mashed the button for the thirtieth floor, shutting your eyes for a moment to collect yourself and get your thoughts back into that working mindset. Your phone buzzed against your palm with a message from your fatherâs assistant, urging you to make your way to his office a little faster.
A sigh escapes you and with each floor you pass, you feel the weight of impending doom press into your shoulders. You'd hardly been home for more than twenty-four hours and you already wished you were back on vacation.
When the elevator doors finally open to your designated floor, the hallway outside your father's office is quietly expecting you. His assistant shoots up from her desk immediately.
"Miss," She greets ever so politely, a tremor of nerves caught in her voice as she does so. "He asked that you come in right away."
You wave a hand her way and let an unimpressed smile carve itself into your face, "I got your text, thanks."
You watch as she hurries over to the door and knocks once before peaking in to announce your arrival to the room. After which, you step right inside and watch your father's assistant give you nervous eyes just before the door shuts behind you.
As the soft click serves as the only sound in the room, you turn your attention elsewhere and immediately realize something is off.
Your father's seated behind his desk with his hands neatly folded together, a composed expression you only see when he's conducting board meetings plastered across his face.
In your head, you wondered if that was any way to greet one's child after not seeing them for a few weeks, but you suppose your father has never really viewed you as such. You've always been less of a daughter to him and more of a strategic asset liable to be moved at any point in time, for the betterment of the company.
While harsh, youâand everyone else around youâknew it to be true.
Before you or your father could greet one another outside of distasteful looks, the sight of some blonde man sitting in front of his desk makes your brows twinge up some more. You thought it weird that you were called here in such a hurry just for someone else to be there as well.
Your father notices where your eyes have gone and just as you open your mouth to say something, he's cutting you off with a gesture towards the empty chair beside the blonde stranger, "Sit down."
Whatever this was, you hated it already.
Not that your feelings stop you from doing as you're told, considering it was much too early to start an argument. The moment you seat yourself, you turn your head to get a better look at the man next to you.
Safe to say, you've never seen him before.
He seems tall, he's got these broad shoulders that are concealed only by the tailoring of his tan suit, and his facial features are sharper than ever. A fawning pair of brown eyes glance your way and gently meet yours, matching the concern and confusion etched into you.
It was clear that you weren't the only one curious about this sudden meeting.
"I've called you in here because there's an important matter we need to discuss regarding the future of the company," Your father says, snatching both the blonde man's attention and your own all in one go.
His statement is enough to have you feeling nervous but you do your best to steel your emotions until the real bullshit comes flying out of his mouth like you know it will soon.
Continuing on in that tiresome drawl, he looks directly at you, "As you know, our company has been in negotiations for several months with another firm concerning a potential merger."
You can't do much except nod your head slowly, "Right.."
Your father gestures to the man beside you, "This is Nanami Kento."
On queue, Nanami looks your way again and then moves his hand out for you to shake, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Unfortunately for him and the respectfully offered handshake, you decline it rather rudely. Looking down at his open hand and then turning back to your father with a cocked brow. "And?" You ask, ready to get to the point of this meeting.
Nanami's hand remains outstretched for an awkward moment before he retracts it, pursing his lips together at the feel of embarrassment washing over him. Had he made such a bad impression on you already?
"The Nanami Group has agreed to the merger," Your father finally gets out, leading to your brows lifting in surprise.
Well, now you felt bad for declining the handshake...
"Oh." Glancing at Nanami again, you have a softer expression on your face as you go to apologize. "That's wonderful, I'mâ"
You're cut off by the slow addition of, "On one condition." soothing into the air.
Your head whips back into your father's direction and whatever expression of excitement you had, drops with utmost quickness. "What condition?" You ask with a pointed look.
His eyes shoot down to his desk as if to avoid yours. "You're to marry him," He responds shortly, gesturing to Nanami as he speaks.
Aaaand there it was! The bandaid had finally been ripped off.
For a moment, you swear you heard the old man wrong. Surely he didn't just say you have to marry the man you just met less than five minutes ago?
"...Pardon?" You breathe out.
Your father maintains that eerie calmness of his, "The union between our families will solidify the partnership between our companies."
Some of his words mull through one ear and out the other because you're too busy trying to figure out whether or not this was really happening to you.Â
The man who raised you was actively informing you that he'd basically sold you off for the amelioration of the family company.
You only manage to tune back into what heâs saying when he finds the gall to hum, "The merger between our families will then be finalized after the marriage produces an heir."
Across the desk, Nanami shifts slightly in his chair as he chokesâa clear sign that the conversation had become uncomfortable for someone other than just you.
Meanwhile, you manage yet another scoff, "You're joking."
"Not at all," Your father chirps, "The boards of both companies felt it would ensure a lasting partnership between our two families."
"Oh okay, so not only am I being married off," You begin slowly, "But I'm also expected to start producing corporate successors? I'm to be married and bred, all in one go."
You watch the way he rolls his eyes and gestures a hand out to wave, diminishing both your words and your feelings, "You make it sound so harsh. This agreement merely ensures stability between both families.â He claims before adding, âA-And you've already agreed to it.â
The stammer in his voice told you more than enough. You knew right then that whatever agreement he was referring to was probably born out of some form of manipulation or miscommunication.
Blinking, "I beg your finest pardon?"
A document is slid your way just as your question finishes off.
"Years ago,â Your father nods, âDuring the board's succession program. You remember.â
No the fuck you donât.
Well, you do. But you definitely donât recall signing your consent to this arrangement.
You know what heâs talking about took place when youâd first joined the family business but, at the time, heâd told you that the documents you were signing was "standard procedure for future executives in family companies"
Now you're seeing that this wasn't the case at all.
Silly you for thinking it was all just meaningless paperwork.
As you snatch up the document, you notice your signature sitting clear as day across the bottom. Shaking your head, "Nowhere on this does it say that I'm supposed to beâ"
"Clause seventeen." Your father directs.
Your eyes narrow as they flock there immediately.
In the event that the chairman determines a strategic marital alliance beneficial to the company, the undersigned consents to participate in such union for the purpose of securing corporate stability and lineage...
Your gaze stops for a moment, jaw agape and heart clenching up in your chest. Especially as you continue reading to see that it only gets worse.
...The parties involved acknowledge the expectation of producing a direct heir to reinforce the partnership between two family entities.
"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me." You scoff.
"Language." Your bastard of a father has the nerve to scold, leaning back in his chair with a casual creak. Shrugging, "You signed it willingly."
That sentence alone is enough to start an argument between the two of you that stretches on for at least thirty minutes. All of which Nanami sits there listening rather uncomfortably due to feeling like heâs overhearing things he really shouldnât be.
You bring up past family issues and the current relationship between your mother and fatherâscolding the old man for doing the same thing to you as was done to him years ago. Arranged marriages shouldnât be some type of tradition in your family but with the way things are looking now, that seems to be what was becoming of it.
Despite his discomfort, Nanami sits there in awe of you. When his parents informed him that heâd be marrying a woman heâd never met, he didnât even think to argue with them the way you are with your father now.
And he hadnât even seen you yet!
Part of him supposes thatâs because he was raised differently than youâhaving been told from a young age that his role in his family matters little to nothing if the future of their company isnât his top priority. Whatever childhood dreams he had were crushed a long time ago and replaced with only the thought of doing whatâs best for the company, even if that now meant marrying a woman he knew nothing about.
But seeing you nowâŠ
Nanami knew then that knowing nothing about you wouldn't matter much longer. The mix of passion and honest frustration you so openly expressed towards your father directly in front of him was nothing short of endearing to the blonde witness.
And by the time you flung that signed document back into your fatherâs face and went storming out the room, Nanami was certain heâd fall for you even if you swore never to look his way.
Which is why he shoots up to his feet just as the door slams behind you, ignoring the way your father murmurs something to him about not bothering to chase after you, and giving the man a curt nod before doing exactly that.
As Nanami opens the door, he spots you making way for the elevator and does his best to keep up with you without looking like he intended to follow you (even though he did).
Like a lost puppy of sorts, he trails behind you and enters the elevator alone with you just before the doors begin to shut.
His eyes fall to the way youâre mashing at the button to another floorâtrying not to chuckle at the way you accidentally press seven other buttons to various floors in the process. His posture stiffens up as you side eye him sharp enough for him to feel it, and he worries that following you in here may not have been in his best interest.
âŠEven though he wanted to speak to you after witnessing everything.
Lifting a fist to his lips, Nanami clears his throat. The elevator begins its slow, creaky descent and he keeps his gaze fixated straight ahead as he breaks the silence, âFor what itâs worth, Iâm sorry.â
âDonât pity me,â You breathe out without thinking, immediately regretting the harshness of your voice.Â
His shoulders tense up at how immediate your response was, heart skipping a beat now that your aggravations were being directed towards him. Even his face was getting warm like youâd complimented him or something.
A quiet moment passes before you slowly release a sigh, âWhile itâs appreciated, Iâm afraid your sorry is worth nothing to me.â
Nanami nods, âUnderstood.â His single word of comprehension soothes your nerves over juuuust a tad. Then, he glances over to youâappreciating the side of your face, âI hope you know I had as much control in this as you did.â
You didnât have any control in thisâobviouslyâso his words provided a light sense of comfort to you. Meeting his gaze, you lift a brow at him, âYour parents see you as a means for breeding just as mine do, Iâm assuming?â
His mouth opens but you watch the way they twitch as your bluntness throws him off. Clearing his throat again, his eyes darted off, âThatâs uh⊠Thatâs one way to put it.â
âWell,â You huff, turning to face forward, âAt least Iâm not alone in that regard.â
Nanami doesnât say it, but he hopes to find more regards to comfort you in as time passes. While the marriage itself isnât what he wanted in the slightest, he canât find it in himself to complain after his eyes have taken you in.
Heâs never believed in love at first sight and he knew for sure this wasnât that but⊠there was something about you that had him thinking all of this would be worth it in the end, somehow.
ââ
The next few days, weeks, and soon months of preparation feel like youâve entered an unimaginable level of Hell.
You were trying your best not to be a drama queen, but you canât exactly help yourself when the announcement of your engagement was merely the tip of the iceberg.
Due to your outburst in your fatherâs office that day, he thought it best to have you and Nanami constrained into the same home for some time before you two were to be wed.Â
The apartment you resided in beforehand had been purchased and provided under the family company, but now that you were forcefully engaged and clearly not fond of itâit was in both companyâs best interest to have you and Nanami grow used to each other in one way or another. So, in other words, shoving the two of you into some house together with curfews and security placed all around simply made sense.
Living with Nanami wasnât the worst thing in the world since heâs nothing short of a gentleman, but you still hated every waking hour of it.
Your father may have been able to drive you into a relationship and a home with some stranger but he couldnât force you to interact with the man so, you didnât!
There was one bedroom designated for the two of you but Nanami insisted that you sleep there and he take the guest bedroom down the hall so that youâd be somewhat comfortable. You appreciated that much from him but it didnât stop you from avoiding him at all costs.
Even if he was the first face you were greeted with every morning, even if you two had silent dinners together, even if you were forced to head to work together, and even if you quite literally could not escape the damn manâyou refused to open up to him.
He could put a ring on your finger and a baby inside you directly after, and yet you remained firm with your decision to never pretend to be happy in your impending marriage.
Nanami of course is fine with whatever you decide to do. He would accept your comfort over fake happiness any day.Â
So if he had to stomach scolding from both his parents and yours about how the two of you are the most awkward couple ever to be seenâheâd do it a thousand times over knowing that youâre content with the way things are.
The concept of distant lovers proved itself in the most outward way through you and Nanami. While labeling the two of you as âloversâ without the addition of its artificial origins is quite the stretch, neither of you could pretend that nothing existed between you.
Especially on Nanamiâs end.
He understood that your distaste toward him came from the lack of control you had in your being together, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldnât bring himself to care at the same level you did. Not when he was so utterly enamoured by all that you are.
You distracted him from the realities of this compulsory relationship. He knew he was attracted to you from the day you walked in that office, hardly spared him a glance, and proceeded to curse your father out right in front of him.
Then there was how snappy youâd been after, how tense you looked every time you and him occupied the same room, and how distant you keep yourself nowadays.
Nanami knows he should be on the same page as youâprotesting against this union through refusing to get close to you and keeping things strictly cordial.
But⊠he canât.
Thereâs a stubborn thump of longing in his heart thatâs highlighted for him every time you enter a room, his eyes find you in every crowd, and he feels himself wanting nothing more than to gently wipe the stress right off that pretty face of yours.
He swears he could do it tooâif youâd let him.
Unfortunately, youâre far more stubborn than he is when it comes to matters of the heart. In the few personal conversations the two of you have just barely managed to have, he can tell your mind is constantly elsewhere. Constantly distant.
You could be sitting a few feet away from him, looking him directly in the eyes, and actively engaging in conversation with him but he can still see that something-, or someone else is on your mind.
And of course he doesnât know it but thatâs another issue for you.
How can you be expected to get close with Nanami on your own accord when Higuruma is still lingering around in your mind?
Perhaps it was because being with him was the last time you got to do something for yourself. Or maybe it was the simple fact that the night with Higuruma still replays in your head while youâre at your most vulnerable. Or, even worse, possibly itâs the way that man hasnât reached out to you once and how much that bothers you.
How fair is it that youâre still thinking about him all this time later as your life is falling apart and yet heâs probably not doing the same at all, considering the way he refuses to contact you?
Was that single night with him really not enough to have him wanting more? Had you meant so little to him because you were a mere stranger? Would you ever see him againâand if you did, would he even rejoice in the reconnection?
At some point, you find that the more you let thoughts of Higuruma plague you, the further you distance yourself from your fiancĂ©. While that was your preferred outcome, you felt that it wasnât fair to Nanami to have someone else on your mind like this.
It was one thing to avoid him out of parental rebellion but it was another thing entirely to do so because of another man whoâd clearly forgotten about you some time ago.
ââ
Hence why you allow yourself one day to try getting to know Nanami about seven months into your engagement to him.
Yes, seven months in. Thatâs seven months of dry conversation, seven months of stubborn avoidance, seven months of trying to prove to your parents that youâd never be happy in this, and seven months of Nanami suffering from feeling his heart long for you more and more despite the lack of reciprocation.
While the change is certainly unexpected on his end, he doesnât shoot down the opportunity to get somewhere personal with you for once.
You woke up that day telling yourself that if he started a conversation with you, you wouldnât be as dismissive as you usually are with him. When you ran into him in the hallway first thing that morning, you greeted him with a smile that made his heart skip several beats.
Not only was it unfair for you to have neglected him for so longâfor reasons outside of your parents and the overall dynamic of your relationshipâbut it was also unfair how much of an effect you seemed to have on the man.Â
His cheeks hued a soft shade of pink upon being greeted so kindly and the awkward little murmur of good morning wishes that came your way in response had you feeling rather good about your new little plan.
Perhaps giving Nanami a chance wouldnât be so bad after all. Maybe you wouldnât have to fake being happy for the entirety of your being with him. Though, you know deep down thatâs exactly what your parents wanted from the get go.
At least itâll be on your own terms though, right?
The entire day of giving Nanami a chance goes by at a normal pace. You share a breakfast with him instead of skipping out on it and starving yourself for half the day as you normally do, the two of you not only head to work together but youâre also spotted acting like an actual couple for once, and the day later concludes on quite the sweet note.
Which brings you to the end of said day where youâre just pushing away from the dinner table and helping Nanami to collect the dishes and carry them off to the kitchen. He gentlemanly takes your plate before you could even turn with it and leads the way, to which you slowly follow after.
This is where the real rare part came in. Before today, youâd always bid him goodnight after sitting in uncomfortable silence and forking at food you hardly had a taste for. But nowânow that youâd spent the day trying something differentâyou figured you shouldnât let things end as they normally do.
Nanami has moved to wash the dishes by the time you enter the kitchen, and you come to lean against the counter to watch him. He caught on to your change in attitude earlier that day, so it doesn't surprise him too much to see you changing other things in your routine like this.
âThank you for today,â He starts out easily, sponge in hand and skin soaked up to his wrists with soapy water.
Your brows twinge at that almost instantly, âYou donât have to thank me for that, Kento.â
Ah, the sound of his name on your tongue has never been sweeter.Â
Nanamiâs hands are still against the submerged dishes, and you catch the way his shoulders tighten ever so slightly before relaxing again. Then he shakes himself out of his surprise, âI do though,â He says a moment after, his voice a tinge quieter. âIt meant more than you think.â
His delicately spoken words have you seeing things from a new perspective for once. Youâd spent all this time so wrapped up in being trapped in a relationship that you nearly forgot he was just as trapped as you were. Itâs not like he signed up for this, the only difference between you and him was the fact that his parents spent their whole time raising him into being exactly what he was now: a product of marriage for the company.
Meanwhile you had been blindsided by your parents for years.
When you take everything into consideration, you realize both you and Nanami are living on two different sides of the same coin. During the past few months you spent resenting him as much as you did your situation, youâd been incredibly lonely and now you wonder if heâd felt that way his entire life.
To be raised the way he was is nothing short of cruel, but at least with this engagement he wouldnât have to live in that cruelness all aloneâso long as you take the blame off his shoulders and replace it with a feeling of understanding. To be trapped in a relationship is one thing, but to be trapped in a relationship with Nanami Kento doesnât have to be as horrid as youâve spent months convincing yourself it would be.
The kitchen you both occupy is calm now that his thanks has settled into the air. Sounds of dishes clinking softly, the warm water splashing against his skin, and the distant hum of your shared home gave you a domestic feel for a mere moment
Your eyes find Nanami, quietly admiring his acute focus on getting those plates and utensils clean. You knew this from the day you met him but, he was never a bad looking man. Hell, he had a list of redeemable qualities.
Months youâve spent living alongside him, existing in the same space, eating across from him, and yet this feels like the first time youâve allowed your eyes the liberty of lingering with no resistance. Between your appreciative glances, something of guilt swells up inside youâas if you werenât supposed to be looking at him like this after spending so long ignoring him.
But at the same time, he is your husband-to-be.
You push yourself away from the counter and then round it, still taking all of his build in for the first time. His back is the first thing that yanks at your attention as you pace somewhere behind him.
Gaze tracing the line of his back, you notice how structured and broad it isâa feature you noted upon first sight of him in your fatherâs office before. The tension of the day rests clearly in his posture and the way he holds himself upright. His dress shirt pulls across his shoulders whilst his hands busy against those dishes and you nearly walk into the opposing counter-side when the fabric stretches just enough to tease at something bulky resting beneath.
You swallow thickly and turn your head away sharply to distract yourself.
Because youâre standing behind him, you miss how he grins to himselfâhaving felt your eyes on him, but not daring to comment on it. Heâd acknowledged the same thing you did: the two of you are engaged and fully allowed to gawk at one another.
Nanami had indulged in it more times than heâd probably ever admit to you, unable to focus on anything else whenever youâre around.
With the way youâd turned your head away to stop yourself from drooling over a man you willingly ignored for far too long, you notice a small radio tucked neatly into a corner. Curiosity quickly gets the better of you and you snatch the item right up into your hands.
Toying with the buttons rather cluelessly, you wonder why Nanamiâs got a radio sitting in the kitchen when youâve never heard the man play music a day in your life.
Even though youâve been avoiding him like the plague for as long as youâve known himâŠ
Youâre not sure what exactly you press but something soft begins to leave the radio and you're quick to locate what appears to be the volume knob, turning it and letting the sound of Be Like a Woman replace those domesticated noises that were starting to get to you moments ago.Â
Itâs a little staticky at first, just barely crackling the song to life with grainy distortion before the device remembers its own function and plays out smoothly.
The moment your ears pick it up, you smile to yourself and fall into a slow sway.
Behind you, the sound of running water comes to a steady stop. You donât turn right away as the music settles fully, wrapping around you and your idle sways to it.
As if delighted by the tune, Nanamiâs eyes locate you from over his shoulder with passive quickness.
It takes you a moment or two before you glance back at him, spotting an outstretched hand, and then biting back a smile at the implication. âYou canât be serious.â You murmur, even though youâd already set the tone for dancing.
âHumor me,â Nanami hums, a kind smile working wonders at turning your heart to mush. âOne dance wonât kill you, will it?â
You continue to gape at his hand as if itâd go away without you saying something. Sighing, youâre careful with the way you bring your eyes up to meet his.
This is what you wanted, isnât it? To try?
âI suppose not.â You respond while moving to take his hand and let him gently bring you closer.Â
His palm is moist from the water heâd hastily dried off and it tightly locks against your own. Then as he guides you toward himself, his other hand lifts before stopping just short of your waist. Thereâs a question and request for consent in his eyesâto which you grant by looking down at his not-yet-connecting hand, and then back up at his face to nod.
Nanamiâs touch eases into your side and both of your bodies sway right into one another. Your free hand finds his shoulder to rest on, and just like that the two of you are dancing.
Itâs naturally a mix of slow ân awkward at first but what makes it an act to relish in is the way you both feel the romance bundling about.
The subtle clumsiness of it all is enough to make you break eye contact first, looking off to the side as you sway together. That is, before Nanami tilts his head toward the direction youâve focused your attention into and whispers, âYouâre good at this.â
God, his voice was much too endearing for you to ignoreâespecially all close to you like this. You shake your head and let your eyes roll playfully, âWeâre just swaying back and forth, it doesnât take much skill.â
Nanami chuckles at that and you feel your heart thumping a little louder. "Then I suppose I shouldn't be too proud of myself," He murmurs.
You release a soft huff, the sound light and easygoingâmuch unlike how the two of you have been for months.
Your bodies continued in their dance with one another, everything steady and close as the music continued to envelop you.
Soon your hand shifts slightly on his shoulder, fingers brushing the fabric of his shirt and feeling how firm he is beneath it.
Nanami's reaction is near-immediate.
He inhales sharply to show that the touch had clearly caught him off guard, composure thinning by the second. Then his jaw tightens a bit and you see a faint flush creeping in along the highest points of his cheekbones.
Cute.
Unable to control your grin, "Kento..?" You murmur.
Instead of answering right away as he usually does, Nanami seems to be lost in thought before he responds. His hand tightens at your waist just a faction and his mouth is slow to open and close with words struggling to leave him.
"I've uh..." He starts, only to stop shortly after.
You're patient with him and give no sense of hurry with how you're staring up at him.
Clearing his throat, "I've wanted to do this for a while." Nanami admits quietly, eyes dropping.
Your brows raise, "What, dance with me?"
His gaze flickers and something in between shy and utterly embarrassed flashes over him. The way he shakes his head all slowly makes you want get the sudden desire to bite him or something.
"...No," The honesty in his singly spoken word makes your chest clench.
Swallowing thickly, "Then what?" You ask.
Your dancing gets impossibly slower and you're left to realize just how close you two are. Breaths are shared, gazes are locked onto everything but one another's, and it's almost like the music had stopped playing just to highlight the mirroring beats of your hearts.
Nanami's head tips to the side and he leans in, stopping just short of pressing his lips to yours, and leaving your breath to hitch.
Were you really gonna let him kiss you? That easily?
His lips graze yours and you're unconsciously gripping onto both his hand and his shoulder with something anxious building inside you. You didn't realize how badly you wanted this until it wasâquite literallyâdangling in front of your face.
âMay I?â He utters, oh-so-sure your rejection will be what follows.
To his surprise, youâre already nodding.
And then it happens. Then his lips are meeting yours and you're feeling the way he flinches as if he hadn't initiated the whole thing.
Something vibrates inside his mouth but you're unsure whether or not it's a hum or some sort of whine. Nanami kisses you in a tentative way, testing something delicate with every soft slip of his mouth to yours.
Your hands leave each other and he carefully wraps the both of his arms around you as your arms do the same with his neck.
For a first kiss with the man you've been engaged to for seven monthsâit's not exactly what you expected.
Nanami is surprisingly shy with it, almost as if he doesn't know what the hell he's doing. Because of this, you're guiding him through most. of it and he's blindly following your lead.
Even so, the kiss is quite sweet, and when you pull away, your eyes widen out at how much he's blushing.
You didn't know a man's face could go so red from a single kiss. Especially a kiss without tongue. You hardly did anything!
When Nanami's eyes open, they meet with yours briefly in hopes you won't comment on how embarrassed he seems to be.
Luckily for him, you find the hues of pinks and reds on his face endearing enough to move your hands up to his face and cup his cheeks into your palms. He's warm against your skin and you hear his breath stutter when you pull him in for another kiss.
It's clear that you never really know how badly you wanted or needed something until you have it.
This time around, the kiss is needy. Your lips part over one another and he lets you slip your tongue into his mouth, groaning at the connection, and pressing forward with you until your lower back meets the nearby counter.
Nanami keeps kissing you like he doesn't know how to, but you find yourself enjoying the liberty of leading him through it.
That is, until he grunts into your mouth and you feel something solid twitching against your front. You try to ignore it at first, telling yourself there's no way he popped a boner from kissing you, but that grows increasingly difficult as his hulking frame melts into you entirely.
You nibble on his lower lip a little, whispering, "Kento.." as if ready to scold him.
Nanami panics. Fuck, why do you choose now of all times to call out his name? He's already trying his best not to cu-
"Are you hard?" You ask.
Fuck. Why would you ask him that? Can you feel it? Has he accidentally rubbed up against you?
"U-Uhm-," Nanami chokes on his own breath. "I-, what?"
You snort.
There's no way you find this funny, right?
"I asked if you were hard," You repeat nonchalantly, caressing his face, "Did kissing me like that turn you on?"
"Well.. uh," He gapes at you like one big himbo, "I-Is it that obvious...?"
Now you're giggling, "I mean, I can feel it."
"Sorry," He looks down to avoid getting even more turned on from the way you're staring at him. "I told you I've been wanting to do this for a while and-, well... I didn't mean to get so excited from it, sorry."
"You don't have to apologize for it, Ken." You comfort sweetly.
The nickname makes his situation worse by a long shot, sticky dribbles of precum promptly oozing out of his blushing tip. God, did you have any idea what you were doing to him?
With the way you remove an arm from around his neck and begin to trail your hand down his body, it's clear that you most certainly did. "I just didn't expect you to be so reactive like that," Your tone is different now.
Something sultry is in your voice and it's making poor Nanami nervous beyond belief.
He'd never gone this far with a woman.
Shrugging, "Well, most virgins are rather sensitive to touch, I'm sure." Nanami says timidly.
Your hands freeze against him and you blink. "You're a virgin?"
He nods.
The way he kept avoiding eye contact with you, the sound he let out when you initially kissed him, and the way he flinched at your touch shifting earlier all make so much sense now.
âDoes that... turn you off?" Nanami asks, voice airy. "Me not being experienced?â
âWhat? No, of course not!â You pull him closer and then push up to peck at his mouth, âIf weâre really getting married then, Iâll take care of you, Kento.â
That makes his head spin with dizziness and his cock throb. So much so that he's hardly even thinking straight as he asks, âYou want to wait?â
You blink again. âYou.. donât?â
Because of the nature of your relationship, you always just assumed Nanami would prefer to wait 'til marriage, and now that he's admitted to you that he's a virgin, you were sure on that fact more now than ever.
You never had a preference of when sex between you two happened since you spent most of your time failing to think of a way out of this engagement.
âIâm sure our parents would prefer it if we did.â Nanami tells you.
Oh.
It was true, both of your parents would probably prefer the two of you doing things the more "traditional" way, but with that rebellious streak still lingering inside you...
âPerhaps we shouldnât, then.â Flies out of your mouth without second thought as you're pressing up on himâtits neat against his chest.
âI agree.â Nanami rushes out, thinking only with what's drooling in between his legs right now instead of his head. âLetâs have something for ourselves."
ââ
And have something for yourselves you did.
While one would think that after a softly whispered claim such as that, the two of you would end up fucking like feral beasts within the next few minutes⊠thatâs not quite how Nanami loses his virginity to you.
Instead, you two agree not to do anything that night.
Nanami mentioned something about not being ready for it by the time you both made it to the bedroom, but in actuality, he was a bit fearful to have sex. He told himself that kissing you would be enough for the time being, and you went right along with it.
âŠUntil the following morning, that is.
Now, after you and Nanami finally seemed to resolve whatever thick walls of tension had been between you both, you took it upon yourself to share a bed with him. Nanami, having been crushing on you from the moment he laid eyes on you, wouldâve been a fool to deny you of your wish to do so when youâd asked.
Which is exactly how you two ended up in the position youâre in nowâsnuggled up together in what used to be his bedroom but would soon be shared between you both.
Nanami remembers vividly how he told you he wanted to wait to take things to the next level but that request seems to have been tossed right out the window as he stirs awake first. Heâd always been one to think with whatâs in his head instead of whatâs in his pants but it seems a simple night of sleeping in the same bed as you is enough to change things for him.
This isnât the first time heâs woken up with a troublesome throb coming from in between his legsâespecially not since heâs been living with youâbut itâs downright ironic how he just told you he wanted to wait and now his body was desiring otherwise.
Nanami keeps his eyes shut for a while, hoping his boner would magically go away before you wake up.
Unfortunately for him, you donât even have to wake up for his situation to get worse.
His eyes end up shooting open as a soft breath of air flutters against his naked chest, making him keenly aware of your resting face smushed up against him. Then other sensations occur; the scent of your shampoo trickles up into his nose, your chest snuggly presses into his side, and your entire leg has been thrown over him somewhere in your sleep.
His gaze lifts up to the ceiling in hopes he can ignore how those combined factors do nothing more for him than lead his cock to weep small dribbles of precum against his sweatpants.Â
Nanami had gone to sleep in only his sweats due to the fact that youâd already been in his room by the time he got in the shower last night. He never found an appropriate time to slip in to grab the boxers heâd conveniently forgotten, so now he was dealing with his tip leaving a prominent wet spot against the grey fabric concealing his erection.
Fuck, heâs sure if you were to open your eyes now, youâd be met with the nasty sight. The worst part about it is the fact that you laying on top of him is only making it worse by the second because his brain just won't shut up.
He canât help but wonder how youâd react seeing him like thisâknowing youâre the reason he gets so uncomfortably hard. Would you scold him for it? Tell him off and call him a perv even after the lighthearted events of last night?
Or would you comfort him? Show him another side of you heâs only ever dreamed of seeing?
Either way he knows heâs screwed since his cock twitches at both thoughts.Â
And then you shift.
The hand you had laying idle on his chest slides down a little and his dick bobs its thick head up against his sweats. Being so sensitive to your touch was faring much worse for him than he expected it to.
Your head moves a bit as you stir awake and Nanamiâs heart is pounding so hard in his chest that he wonders if you can feel it. You turn to groggily look at him, immediately met with his half-lidded eyes meeting yours as the morning sunlight highlights the flush decorating his cheeks.
You blink a few times before mumbling, âMorning Ken.â
The arm Nanamiâs had comfortably wrapped around you grips you ever so slightly. Then he whispers back to you, âGood morning, love.â
Warmth settles into your heart at the sound of that.
âAre you okay? Your face is all red,â You point out, lifting your hand away from his chest and up to feel his forehead.
âIâm fine,â He lies, knowing youâre just one glance down from realizing heâs everything but.
You nod though, moving to sit halfway up and extend your arms over your head to stretch. Nanami watches you carefully, having spent night after night dreaming heâd wake up to this very sight.
Seeing you wearing a shirt of his because you were too lazy to go grab one of your own last night, gaze following how the fabric hugs youâNanami is forced to adjust his hips a bit.
He feels utterly perverted staring at you like this while his mind works up the most sinful imaginations of you so early in the morning.
Youâre likely about to depart from his room and yet heâs laying there wondering how your hands would feel exploring every inch of him.
âKento,â He flinches at the abrupt utterance of his name. Then he focuses his attention back onto your face and notices where your eyes have finally fallen. âDo you uhm,â You point at his crotch, âDo you want help with that?â
Something especially wet slides down the side of his cockâas if he were literally drooling from his tip. Glancing down at himself, then back up at you, âYou can ignore it if you want. I justââ
âI donât wanna ignore it, though.â You admit, leaning closer to him.
Nanamiâs breath catches for a moment and he tries to sit up, only to be stopped by your hand meeting his chest and lightly pushing him back down. Eyes softening on you, âWhat are you doing?â
âI told you Iâd take care of you last night, didnât I?â You remind him.
He gulps, âYes but⊠I didnât think youâd want to do something like this. Itâs embarrassing and..."
As he speaks, your hand is traveling down the smooth, yet firm board of his absâfeeling him tense 'n twitch the lower your touch gets.
It's not until you're playing with the drawstrings of his sweats that he lets out a rather submissive noise. "...A-Are you really going to touch that?" Nanami squeaks.
You smile at him innocently, "Touch what?"
The usual base in his voice is all but lost as he gulps, "My cock."
"We agreed to have something for ourselves," Your fingers halt against his drawstrings and then slip under the fabric, skimming over the light tufts of blonde hair just above his base. "So unless you want me to stop, I should like to have this for myself."
Nanami shakes his head slowly, chest rising and falling as his nervousness runs rampant throughout his body, "N-No, don't stop."
Those words are exactly what lead you to jerking your fiancé off on that slow morning, eventually working his cock out of his sweats and kissing at his flushed skin as your hand travels up 'n down his length.
It was more intimate than it was inherently sexual up until Nanami began returning the favor. In the middle of your lips locking against his, you felt a hand creep in between your legsâpalming your pussy just to feel how wet you got from jerking him off.
As Nanami's big hand lightly squeezed and then rubbed over you through the cottony shorts you were clad in, you both began to pant heavily into one another's mouth.
The room got hotter and both of you got needier, your thumb teasing his sobbed tip as it traveled through his slit, and his hand wasting no time in locating your core without all the measly fabrics in the way.
He hadn't even seen you and yet he was muttering into your mouth, âGod, youâre gorgeous..." Two long fingers gliding up 'n down your leaky entrance, âIâve thought this from the moment I met you.â
âMgh-, Kento,â You gasped in return, your hand growing shaky around his dick whilst your wet lips messily detached from his.
Nanami may have been unexperienced and shy but the second half of that seemed to go out the window the moment he felt how aroused you were. "Can I feel how gorgeous you are in here?" He politely asked, fingertips rounding your oozy hole and daring to slip inside.
As you nod, he watched your face intently to see your expression twist up in response to his digits greeting your warmth. Then your hand had tightened around his cock and he hissed out some sort of low curse.
It wasnât long before the two of you were making a mess around each otherâs hand. But that didnât seem to be enough for either of youâespecially not Nanami whoâd been waiting for this day for months.
When you soon strip whatâs left of your clothes off, tossing them across the room, and then throwing your leg over his body to straddle him, he gapes up at you in pure awe.
Thereâs nothing sexier than watching the woman heâd silently fallen for get on top of him with such a starved look in her eye.
And the way you move to grab his cockâangling it against your cunt and furrowing your brows with great focusâhas his jaw left open. Drool slips out the corner of his mouth and nothing can compare to watching you slooowly sink down on him.
Nanami never thought himself to be big or anything like that, but considering the way you struggle and flinch as he enters youâŠ
He nearly gets nervous all over again before your head tips back and you slip further down, fluttering walls swallowing him in thankfully with a sloshy squelch ringing out upon each quivering inch.
âKento,â You husk out, moving one hand to his lower abdomen for support just as he grabs at your waist.
âYou say my name so sweetly,â Nanami compliments with sweat causing his blond hairs to cling to his forehead. Eyes batting up, âDoes⊠Does it feel good?â He nearly moans, âDo I feel good inside you?â
Youâd thought it be obvious based on the whorish way in which your face is twisting upâtears coating your waterline from the long stretch of his cock.
Each time you think youâve met his deft base, you found yourself still traveling down on him. Nanamiâs cock stood up straight with no curve, giving you nonexistent room to run or escape his sheer size.
âUhuh, yes,â You eventually whimper.
He seems a little unconvinced below you, âYou keep squirming, though. Are you sure?â
âKento,â You lock eyes with him and his cock twitches against the lathering edges of your inner walls, âYou feel fuckinâ perfect inside me.â
âO-Oh.â Then his hips snap upwards uncontrollably, and your body jerks along with it as you moan out. âSorry,â Nanami huffs, repeating the movement despite his apology, âFuck-, sorry. You feel s-so good-, ngh.. so wet ân warm.â
It was almost like he couldnât help himself. As soon as he heard your praise and saw the way his your cunt lips bulged around the very wide ân thumping base of his cock, his hips moved on their own.
He was fucking himself up into you and watching how pretty your tits looked bouncing along with the rest of your body before he knew it.
Hearing you cry out, âKentoo! Nngh, right there.â
âThere? Do I feel good there?â He asked, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust.
Your goopy insides gobble up everyyyy inch of him so perfectly that he feels like heâll cum in you without realizing it any second now. Especially as you begin to rock your hips along with him, gaining your own momentum and fucking yourself down on him to further paint his cock with filthy traces of your slick.
âHahh, your hips wonât stop moving,â Nanami grunt, brows taut together, âDo you like my cock that much?â
His only response to that is a wild throb around him.
To which he smirks briefly, âSâthat-, hahh.. Sâthat supposed to be a yes?"
Left to whine helplessly, your hands clasp over his wrists and he maneuvers them to hold them instead as you nod.
âSay it then,â Nanami hums, âI want to hear more of you, instead of her.â
Her..? Your brows furrow, âWhaââ
Oh. As Nanamiâs thumb darts across your clit, you understand quickly what he meant.
âF-Fuuck,â You moan, âYes-, just like that, Kenâ.â
Something pitiful ân creamy gushes up into you but neither of you really acknowledge it.
âYeah? Fuck,â Nanami curses lowly, his pupils dilated out, âMore, p-praise me more⊠Please?â
Your fingers clench at the skin of his large hands, hips rolling back ân forth with needy vigor as his dick knocks around every nook of your cunt.
âKen, sâgood. Ah! Youâre doinâ so good for me,â You praise all prettily, head tilting a little once you realize heâs left most of the movement to you, âJ-Just-, mngh! Just go a little harder. You can be rough with me.â
His eyes soften, âAre you sure? I donât want to-â
âKento.â You scold, âFuck me.â
That flips a switch in Nanamiâs head and you lose the hand holding with him as he grabs ahold of your body and promptly flips you over. Your back clashes into the fluff of the bed and he slips out of you for a second too long, hurrying to stretch at your wet core once more.
âIs that it? Sâthat how you want me, sweetheart?â Nanami heaves with a different look in his eyes. Before you can even answer him, heâs got two fingers pulling your pussylips apart to watch that glossy, debauched sight of his cock entering you again. âYeahhh, this is how you like it. Goddd, Iâve fantasized about this, yâknow.â
Your legs are captured into his hands within the next moment and heâs got you in a meann mating press as if to prove a point. Itâs almost like your little permission of a harder fucking had challenged him or something.
Nanamiâs voice sticks against your ear, âGot off just thinking about how good itâd feel inside you and n-nowââ Both your body and the bed jolt up with his rude thrusting, the mushroomy head of his dick kissing at your sweet spot, âFuck, now Iâm in here.â
âUhuhhh,â Your jaw slacks and youâre the one drooling as if fucked-out now.
He lifts his head for a moment just to hold eyes with you. Whispering, âDeep in here too, huh?â
You pout, âD-Donât get cocky.â
âIâm just being honest, look.â His hand moves to splay out against the fat bulge of his cock nestled inside of you.
You moan, nibbling at your bottom lip to conceal a slutty little smile, "Yeah, but you also-, mmh.. you also came inside me."
Nanami smiles back at you for realizing heâd already experienced an orgasm, "Hahh.. accidents happen..â
"No, you meant to do that,â You tease back with your arms wrapping around his neck.
"I have an obligation to breed my girl, do I not?" With that, another load is being french kissed against your womb, globs and globs of an impossibly thicker substance filling you.
You tug him down for a kiss and your lips tangle against one another as you whisper into his groans, "I suppose you do."
ââ
It wouldâve been lovely if that intimate morning was the very thing that solidified your relationship with Nanami. The days after were filled with a more loving relationship, leading both of you to assume things from there on out would work.
And it shouldâve! It really, really shouldâve.
But you were forgetting one rather important factor.
It was foolish for you to think life was gonna let you fall for another man without throwing a surprise at you.
The following days after you and Nanami finally seemed to break down whatever walls were being held up between you, something changed.
You noticed Nanami on his phone more often, heard him chuckling on calls at inappropriate hours of the night, and caught a newfound light lingering in his eyes as if you and someone else were brightening his every day.
Now, you know Nanami wouldnât be dumb enough to have an affair going on during his engagement to youâespecially when heâs the one who had less of a problem with the arranged marriage to begin with. But, at the same time, he started to act differently.
Not with you, of course. Just⊠with everything else.
He almost seemed happier in some ways. You wanted to rejoice in the positive energy he radiated now, but there was a shadow of doubt casting over you at every turn.
Something bad was on the uprise.
And that something rears its ugly head on the day Nanami calls you out to help a âfriendâ of his move into the city.
You almost said noâand maybe you shouldâveâbut with the way he asked all soft ân hopefully like he just wanted to include you in more parts of his life now that you two were somewhat happily together, it was too hard to turn him down.
Besides, you told yourself that this is what you wanted, right?
Hence why youâre pulling up to an address for some luxury apartment complex Nanami had sent you, and aiding him with unloading a truck full of boxes.
Swirling around as the sun casts its warm glow down onto the right side of your face, you glance down at the box thatâs found itself in your hand for a moment. It was rather large ân heavy when you swiped it up so obviously you grow curious about whatâs in it.
The word Gavels is printed out over the top in Shappie, making you snort a bit. âKen, is your best friend a judge or something?â You ask curiously, looking over his way.
Nanami waves a dismissive hand at you playfully, âIgnore him and his weird assortment of items. I couldnât tell you why he has that, honestly.â
You chuckle again and open your mouth to say something just as you catch the apartment complex doors swinging open. Unfortunately, your words die out on your tongue along with your smile the moment you see a familiar face strolling towards you and Nanami.
Your heart sinks to your ass and you think youâve lost all sense of movement as you and the familiar face in question lock eyes.
Higuruma nearly tripsâjust barely managing to catch his footing before making a fool of himself. Quickly taking his eyes off of you and hoping heâs just imagining things, he makes way towards your fiancĂ©.
You hoped for a second that he wasnât the best friend whoâs been bringing Nanamiâs energy up lately. Thereâs no way, riâ
âKento,â Fuck. âIs this one giving you some trouble?â Higuruma asks before reaching his hands out to take the box Nanamiâs holding, âYouâve been out here for a while, I was starting to get worried.â
Nanami, none the wiser, smiles softly as he keeps the box close to him, âNo, no, I was getting distracted by my darling fiancĂ©e here.â Then he gestures your way with a tilt of his head and gives Higuruma your name to introduce you.Â
And god is it awkward.
The two of you donât bother meeting eyes, Higuruma introduces himself as if he doesnât vividly remember the way you were drooling his name out into his bedsheets some months ago, and both of you can feel how things are about to play out from here on out already.
After the thin-lipped, unnecessary exchange of names, Higuruma steps forward to try helpfully taking the weighty box out of your hands.
âAh, no, itâs fine,â You shake your head and step back a bit, âIâve got it.â
He ignores your claims, âNo, please, I insist. This is one of the heavier boxes left.â
His hands meet the ends of said box, brushing over yours.
Tension shoots throughout your body as if youâd been shot and your voice bursts out of you with more conviction in it than necessary, âReally, Iâm fine.â
As if he handn;t heard a thing you just said, Higurumaâs eyes steady onto yours and itâs like his hold on you returns all in one moment. Memories of that night wash over every thought youâve had since and your breath is nowhere to be found as he finally takes the box from you. Sternly humming, âAllow me.â
Againâawkwaaaaard.
You clear your throat and try to recompose yourself by looking away, âThereâs uh, thereâs a lot of gavels in thereâŠâ Maybe if you pretend not to know him, thatâll help your situation? âAre you a judge?â
Hopefully he doesnât remember you.
Higuruma stops to think for a moment, then smirks, âDependsâŠâ He trails off for a second much too long. âIs that your type?â
The questionâthe theme of which had been repeated to you multiple times throughout that night you spent togetherâhas a chill churning down your body and straight to your cunt. You almost wish youâd forgotten about him now because it was clear he damn sure didnât.
Nanami nudges his arm, turning to him, âAre you flirting with my fiancĂ©e, right in front of me? Have you no shame?â He teases.
Higuruma sends him an innocent smile, âYou hate it when I flirt with you, so I thought Iâd try something a little different.â
The two men carry on with banterful conversation that somehow manages to exclude you, but youâre stuck reeling over the fact that this is truly happening to you.
Your fiancĂ©âs best friend is the same man you slept with on the day before you got engaged.
What the hell are you gonna do now?
ââ
Simple; youâll treat Higurma the same way you treated Nanami for the first seven months of your engagmentâavoiding him like the fuckinâ plague.
Even being in the same room with him was like torture though.Â
Higuruma was shameless with how he sent you these accusatory looks, as if it were somehow your fault that you two spent a night together just for you to end up marrying his best friend.
Who seemed to be a little more than that to Higuruma as the weeks passed by, might you addâŠ
Maybe it was just that shamelessness of his, but Higuruma wasnât exactly subtle with how he eyes your fiancĂ©. Like, not subtle at all.
Youâre not blind and youâre far from stupidâyou know what a yearning man looks like.
The only confusing thing about it was the fact that Higurma shared those gazes between you and Nanami as if he were experiencing bi-panic every single time he interacted with you guys.
Nanami seemed clueless to all of this. Which, checks out considering heâd spent so long as a virgin and probably doesnât have the best sense of picking up on flirtatious or romantic looks.Â
None of that takes away from the tension building between the three of you though.
You could keep yourself distanced from Higuruma all you wanted, but if he had any say in the matterâwhich apparently he didâthis wouldnât last forever.
In fact, it only lasts until the night before your wedding.
Because you kept Nanami in the dark when it came to what had happened between you and Higuruma, he would constantly bring the three of you together. You would all meet up for lunches, go out for drinks, and linger a little too long in conversations that should've felt harmless but never did.
The three of you fit together rather naturally.
So much so that after a long day of being with the both of them, you just barely managed to break off into your Higuruma's kitchen for a moment to breathe. It was hard pretending that he didn't have you uneasy, particularly on nights like this where Nanami instead the two of you spend time at his place.
You were supposed to walk down the aisle tomorrow and yet the marriage had somehow become the least of your worries.
Now you were stress cleaning a spotless counter, panicking in thought of how the your married days would play out if Nanami planned to never break his friendship with that devilishly handsome lawyer.
And what would you even say if Nanami ever found out aboutâ
âYouâve been avoiding me,â Higuruma murmured, voice like a cruel drag of burning smoke to your spine.
You swirl around, already looking for an escape.
He naturally steps in your way before you can even depart from the counter, âDonât try doing it now, either. I just want to talk.â
Shit.
Letting your shoulders slump, âWhat is there to talk about?â You ask.
Everything about the conversation you begin to have with him goes by with rapid fire questions and responses.
Higuruma enters the kitchen fully and makes his way towards you. Keeping his voice low, âArenât you curious?â
You remain where you are, too fearful to make any sudden movements just yet, âOf?â
âWhy I didnât contact you.â He clarifies.
âNo.â
He stops just short of entering your personal space and a stupid smirk appears on his face, âLiar.â
âAsshole.â You shoot back.
He scoffs, âThat was cute.â Stepping closer again, âBut you donât mean that.â
You finally manage to shift further back, âIt doesn't matter why you didn't contact me, considering Iâm engaged now.â
âIâm well aware,â Higuruma chuckles, âTo quite the astonishing man, might I add.â
The compliment rolled so easily off his tongue that it almost made you jealous. But, in the recent time you'd come to know Higuruma again, you'd learned that he and Nanami had been "friends" for years.
Friends remaining in quotes due to the questionable way in which Higuruma's voice softens whenever he speaks highly of his best friend, how his eyes showcase something of longing within them, and how he admires your partner in a manner well beyond something friendly.
"Fine, I'll bite." You soon sigh as you fold your arms, âHow could you not call, or text? I didn't leave my number for no reason.â
âI knew you were curious." He hums victoriously, "Anyhow, I was busy, andââ
That ticks you off faster than you expect it to and words shoot out of your mouth carrying solid repugnance, âPeople make time for what and who they care about.â
Higuruma also decides to speak without thinking, staring you down as he says, âHow could I care about you? I spent one night with you.â
That hits much harder than you expect it to.
You thought you'd moved on but the feelings you'd been harboring for the man come back all in one moment, âWow.â
âI'm being honest. I hardly knew you,â He shrugs, âWe had a wonderful night, but I was swamped with responsibilities directly afterâespecially between work and preparing to move.â
âI don't even know why I asked.â You scoff, rolling your eyes elsewhere and attempting to turn away, "Fuck you"
Higuruma bites back a smile. Thatâs fairâhe thinks, hating how your immediate response for him never fails to rial him up. Itâs one thing (amongst others) that he couldnât stop thinking about after that night with you, âYou did that already."
"Save me the cliche responses." You nearly push past him, "If you have nothing of substance to talk about with me, then iâmââ
He steps in your way again, flying a hand to your waist that you don't even try to remove. Then both his words and voice comes out softer, âFor what itâs worth, Iâm sorry.â
Your jaw tenses, âItâs worth noth-â
âYou donât have to lie to me,â He interrupts as if he knew exactly what you were gonna say. âI know itâs worth something to you, donât be so stubborn.â
For the first time since he'd entered the kitchen, you manage to meet eyes with him, âWhy should it be worth anything to me when the night we spent together wasnât worth anything to you?!â
âI never said that.â Higuruma claims.
âWell, it was heavily implied.â You scoff, yet to remove his hand from your waist. âWhereâs Kento?â
âAsleep.â
Your tongue clicks, âAh, so youâve ambushed me. Got it.â
The man laughs, âNot at all. I only want to talk.â
âYou donât have to be this close to talk to me.â
âItâs the only way youâll listen, as Iâve come to learn.â
You ultimately smack his hand off, â...Itâs wrong to touch an engaged woman in this way.â Higuruma scoffs and you send him a glare, âSomething funny?â
A smug look takes over his usually tied features, âWe both know you donât really want anything to do with Kento or that arrangement youâre trapped in.â
You're left offended, âYou donât know shit.â
âOh yeah?â Higuruma challenges, âThen whyââ
ââand I donât owe you any sort of explanations. I donât need you to save me from this, or to sweet talk your way back into my life.â You explain, despite yourself, âI donât need you, period.â
He takes a moment to let your words settle, then the corner of his lips quirk further up, âDoes lying to yourself like this help you cope?â
âCope with what.â You breathe.
âCope with the fact that you donât feel the slightest thing for Kentoâand you may never be able toâbecause youâre still stuck on that night we had together.â
âI⊠I-Iâm not-,â Your words tangle up, âIâm not stuck on anything.â
âSo answer me then,â That hand returns to your waist and he takes up the space directly in front of you, his other hand coming to your chin to tip your head up, âWhy have you been avoiding me?â
His touches should've felt disrespectful to what you had built with Nanami thus far, but in the moment you found yourself forgetting that.
The contact leaves you blurting your truth out, ââŠItâs awkward to face you.â
And he's annoyingly quick to ask, âWhy?â
âBecause..."
Higuruma gets closer, âBecause, what? Because you canât stop thinking about it? About that night? About me?â He leans to your ear, âAbout us?â
Your resolve crumbles, ââŠFuck you.â
He lightly grabs a full hold of your jaw and lifts your face further up, âYou want to so badly, huh? Havenât even let poor Kento kiss you because of it, I bet.â
It was ironic how wrong he was with that statement.
But you don't get to argue about it because the man in question walks in with a loud clearing of his throat, "Whatâs going on here?â
You instantly shuffle away and nearly trip over yourself, muttering, âShit.â
Higuruma remains casual and swivels around, âWe were just talking, Kenâ.â
The nickname on his tongue makes your stomach twist up weirdly but you refuse to label it as jealousy for sure.
âYou two seemed rather close for a conversation,â Nanami says, nearing you already and bringing a warm hand to where you'd bumped into the counter, âAnd you hit your hip, are you alright?â
The fact that he noticed that makes your heart churn with guilt, âI-Iâm fine.â
âYour voice is unsteady,â He points out, glancing at Higuruma. âWhat kind of conversation were you two having, exactly?â
âOne of the past.â Higuruma replies for you.
âHiromi.â You warn.
His dark brows furrow, âWhat? Surely you donât mean to hide it from the man youâll be married to by tomorrow.â
âHide what from me?â Nanami presses.
Putting it all out there, "We slept together. The night before you two met, actually.â
Those words open an entirely new can of words that span out for the next few minutes, ultimately resulting in a series of confessions. Many truths come out all at once.
Nanami asks you if that's why the two of you spent seven months like strangers, to which you naturally deny. Then he asks if you have feelings for Higuruma and you begrudgingly admit that you do, only to get rejected again by the manâsince he had a confession of his own to get out.
The night was a lot, all because Higuruma decided to ambush you in the kitchen.
Hell, with the way things play out, you nearly wonder if the two men had planned this sorta thing. Especially when all feelings have been expressed and you realize it's a three-way mess of romance with only one not-so-obvious solution.
Of which Higuruma is the one to explain by making his way in between you and Nanami.
His hand intimately glided hand along Nanami's shoulder, then his neck, and soon grabs his jaw at the same time he grabs your hand and pulls you closer.
Higuruma leans over as if to kiss Nanami before whispering, âLet me be yours.â He starts, turning to you to kiss your hand fully, âAnd yoursâif youâll both have me.â
Obviously, the two of you let out a choke.
âWhat?â You snort.
Meanwhile Nanamiâs face has gone beat red, âYouâre suggesting a throuple? Hours before I'm to be married??â
Higuruma meets his eyes, âYes. Think about it, how could your family deny another powerful union?â Then he looks to you, âSame with yours. Two brilliant men at your beck and callâtwice the chances of you getting pregnant, as you've mentioned they so desperately want for you.â
With all that's transpired, you hardly even remembered doing that. But, you knew he had a point.
A damn good one too.
ââ
And to solidify the threeway agreement you all come to after a rather hasty conversation... the three of you rightfully make your way upstairs together.
Nothing else mattered when you had two genres of your type catering to both you, and one another, within the confines of Higuruma's bedroom.
By now, your body was trembling between them as you found yourself caught right in between the raw heat of pent up arousal. Nanami's hands were gripping your hips firmly, his fingers grounding into your flesh as he thrusted deep into you. His familiarly thick shaft kept your sloshing pussy stretched with each deliberate push of his hips.
The slick sounds of skin clashing against skin crowded the room, and your muffled moans vibrated against the cock Higuruma had curving all nastily into your mouth. There was a steady rhythm between the two men that swiftly guided your body back 'n forth between their much bulkier ones.
Nanamiâs stiff cock easily broke you open from the back, while Higurumaâs leftly curving length slathered against the center of your drooling tongue.
A low groan rumbled right out from Higuruma's chest, his hazed eyes locked onto your teary onesâloving the way your swollen lips stretched around him, âOhhhh fuck, I bet youâve been wanting this, huh?â He puffed hotly, mixing his questions with praises of, "That's it, sweet girl." and, "Take me juuust like that, mhm."
Even if you could answer him, Nanami wasn't letting up with how his pace was building. His hand slides up the delicate arch in your spine, forcing you to feel every twitching vein 'n inch of his like he'd done beforeâthe sensation sending rapturous sparks through your core.
"Our greedy girl," He grunted, not even noticing the way Higuruma began to lean closer to him. "S'tight in here-, fuck. You were never gonna be satisfied with one or the other..."
The dual stimulation was enough to have your eyes cloudy as pretty streaks of tears ran down your face. Higuruma would do his best to wipe them from you, but when he saw how Nanami wasn't doing much betterâeven with how filthy he managed to speak to youâhe couldn't help but get distracted.
Higuruma's cock throbbed against the roof of your mouth, your cheek hollowing out so you can swirl your tongue along his veiny underside and draw a crisp hiss from him. Then his hips buck forward and push you further back onto Nanamiâmaking the blond gasp while you gag.
You're too busy doing exactly that to see how the Higuruma takes his hands off of you for a moment to grab at Nanami's face, tugging him over and kissing him. Nanami's thoroughly fucked out and can hardly think with the combination of your cunt quivering around him as his best friend devours the inside of his mouth.
Then Nanami's pouring his words out against Higuruma's lips, "A greedy pussy like this needs two cocks to fill her right."
Higuruma whines at that as if his dream were actively coming true. "That means we hafta' take turns ruining her, right?" He mumbles.
You barely realize what that means before Nanami's withdrawing from you, leaving your pussy all aching 'n emptyâslick arousal dripping down your thighs.
A gasp hitches out of you as Higuruma then moves to take his place behind you, grabby hands pawing at your ass to spread you out for him to see. His plump tp presses against your entrance to tease you just once before he sinks in with a smooth thrust. The angle instantly hits differentlyâdeeper, brushing against your candied walls in a way that causes your fingernails to curl into the sheets.
Meanwhile Nanami kneels in front of you now, his erection overtly rigid and shimmering with your juices. He cups your face a moment, wiping drool from your chin. "Messy girl," He whispers lovingly, tapping at your bottom lip. "Open up nice and wide for me, yeah?" He instructs.
It was clear he gained a little more confidence with the presence of his best friend.
The taste of him soon mixes with the prior taste of Higuruma on your tongue as you bob your head, feeling your tongue sore from all the weight that's rut against it for the past however many minutes.
Higuruma's hips slap harder against your skin, his palm calming down on your ass with a slight smack. You push back against him and he scoffs, "You should see the mess you're making. Should be ashamed of it, really."
Then Nanami's distracting you all over again with his hand tangling into your hair and his words landing down on you, "Swallow around me-, mhm."
You cry out around his cock, the thrum making him thrust a little more erratically. Higuruma's following soon after by burring himself impossibly deeper before choking on his own breath and spilling hot 'n sappy cum inside you.
A few seconds pass, and while he's pulling out of you to watch his seed chase after his tip with stringy shlicks, Nanami's impolitely releasing his own few thick ropes of cum down your throat.
Panting, you're slowly eased down onto the bed by the two menâwho waste no time in cleaning you of their messâand you all flop into some semblance of relaxation.
You're barely lucid but you feel Higuruma pressing kisses into your temple as Nanami keeps wiping at the lower half of your face. Then, the lawyer whispers, "I'll make it all official by morningâdocuments and all."
As if you cared about any of that now...
Nanami nods along though, pulling you closer and leaving you to wonderâif both men really were to become your husbands, and nights like this would occur more often...
Which one would get you pregnant first?
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