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“Hey! Hey, sir!”
Sanzu stopped on his tracks, his two bodyguards doing the same, and his head whipped in the direction of the voice – your voice.
He looked at you with disdain, hand already on the handle of his gun, ready to shoot at the first suspicion that you could be labelled as enemy.
“What?” he asked coldly.
You didn’t seem to present any threat, but he knew that appearances could be deceptive.
“I never met anybody with a pink mullet,” you said, “but you are definitely rocking that hairstyle!”
Sanzu’s grip on his gun tensed off, as his eyes widened.
“Have a nice day sir,” you waved.And the next things he knew you were gone.
It was a weird encounter for Sanzu Haruchiyo.

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Nearly two weeks after your first encounter, Sanzu walked into a pastry shop to command taiyakis for Mikey. He had left his bodyguards, being here on purely legal business.
“Hello sir,” the cashier said, recognizing him. “A dozen red bean taiyakis, I guess?”He nodded.
“I’m afraid the last one was sold a few minutes ago, but a new batch is already in the making. Can I offer you a coffee in the meantime? On the house.”
He shot a glance at his watch. He had time, and fresh taiyakis would be worth the wait.
“Latte,” he ordered. “With caramel.”“Please take a seat, sir, we’ll bring your command when it’s ready.”
He looked around for an open spot, but all the tables were already taken. He readied himself to wait on the terrace, even in the cold weather, when his eyes met yours.
“Oh!” you exclaimed. “Pink mullet dude!”
You looked around, noticed that no table was available, and made a sign for him to sit with you. Since he had nothing to lose, and would rather enjoy a coffee inside, he took place on the sofa in front of you.
A comfortable silence fell on the both of you. He noticed how you shot him some glances from under your lashes, and how your nails were playing the rhythm of the ambiance music on the side of your cup.Eventually, you talked again:
“The more I see your hairstyle, the more I like it. Did you get it done at a hairstylist's?”“Yes.”“Could I get the address? I was thinking of changing colour.”
He took his wallet out of his coat, opened it, and pulled out the visit card of the hairstylist.
He put it on the table between you, and pushed it your way.
“Here,” he simply said.
You smiled at him and took the card, that said ‘Black Venus Hairstylist, all ages and genders, hijab friendly’. Nice.
“Thanks. Next time we’ll meet, maybe we’ll have matching hairstyles!”
You turned the card between your fingers, and on the backside, you noticed a carefully written number.
“There’s someone’s number on the back. I think you made a catch.”You pulled a pen out of your bag and wrote the hairstylist's contact on your napkin before returning the card to Sanzu. He looked at the number with a suspicious face, and under his mask, his lips twisted into a snarl.
“Were they pretty?” you asked.
He shot you a glance, but you seem to genuinely want to make conversation.
“No,” he answered.“Well that was a fast reply. Not your type, I guess.”“Obviously.”
You were about to say something else when the waitress walked to your table, Sanzu’s latte on her plate :
“A caramel latte for mister...” she said with a smile.
She put the drink in front of him and went to the next table. You looked at the drink with an amused smile, and Sanzu shot you another glare.
“What is it?” He asked.“Oh, no, nothing. I just didn’t pin you for a latte type of guy.”“And what type of guy did you pin me for?”“Black coffee. But with triple cream, and two sugar. But it's black coffee still because I said so.”
He snickered against his will. Your eyes lit up.
“My boss is like this,” he said.“Someone that wants to pass as a tough person but is secretly a softie?”“Something like that.”“Seems like you got a good relation with your boss. That’s... sweet.”
You wriggled your eyebrows and he laughed once more.
“And you?” he asked, pulling off his mask to drink his latte.“And me what?”“What’s your drink type?”
You gave it some thought, then answered:“Emotionally I’m a pour-vodka-in-my-morning-coffee type of person ; but I’ll just take whatever the pretty person at the counter will advice me to take, because I have the willpower of a noodle when I’m facing someone attractive.”
This time, Sanzu snorted; but he was drinking his latte and some shot up from his nostrils. You exploded with laughter and accidentally spilled your drink on yourself, making him laugh even more. The both of you laughed for a while, exploding again each time your eyes met, eventually managing to calm yourselves.
“You have latte dripping from your nostrils,” you grinned.“You talk a lot for someone whose shirt was supposed to be white,” he snarled back.
The waitress came back at that moment, a little bit taken aback by the state of the table, and of the people sat around it – but she smiled and handed Sanzu his addition, and his freshly baked taiyakis.
“You can pay at the counter. Would that be all?” she asked.“Yes, thank you.”
He wiped the latte off of his face, drank up the rest of the drink, put his mask back on and stood up from his seat.
“I spend a nice moment,” he said sincerely. “I guess I’ll be seeing you around.”
He turned on his heels and began to walk away, but you jumped from your seat and grabbed his sleeve. Surprised, he faced you again, and you immediately let go of his cloth.
“Hum...” you began in a really eloquent way. “If it’s no bother, could I have your number? Wait, no. I give you my number, and you write me if you want to? Not necessarily, and I’m not proposing that in a 100% romantic way; I just liked our conversation and you seem fun to be around.”
You scribbled your number on a corner of your napkin, ripped it, and gave it to him.
Your fingers brushed against his as he took your number. He looked at the small paper for a bit – you feared he would simply throw it away – but he folded it, and put it in the case of his phone.
“Write me maybe, I guess.”
He nodded, but it was barely a nod at all, and he immediately turned away to the counter. You sat back, looking at him for a bit longer, mentally patting yourself on the shoulder for your boldness.
At the counter, the waitress smiled at him with a knowing look. He glared back at her, and she took her most innocent face:
“It will be 2000¥.”“Can I take the addition for...”
He noticed that he didn’t knew your name.
“For your table mate?” the waitress completed while hiding her grin.“Yes, and add another of the drink they just spilled.”“It will be 2400¥, then.”
He paid, instructed the waitress to give you your replacement drink, and exited the restaurant.

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Vodka in morning coffee type of person

Hello, I am the man from the coffee shop of three days ago

Pink mullet man!

You wrote

I honestly didn’t think that you would

I did like our conversation, too

It was pleasant

Yes it was!

Oh and thx for the drinks, btw

Sanzu frowned and opened his browser, searching quickly the meanings of ‘thx’ and ‘btw’. Ran used the last one all the time, but Sanzu never cared enough to search it. He discovered that ‘thx’ meant ‘thanks’ and that ‘btw’ meant ‘by the way’.The more you know.
He answered:

Vodka in morning coffee type of person

It was no problem

Still I feel bad for letting you pay

I would like to pay you back

Would you be free for a latte?

If you want to ofc

He searched ‘ofc’ – it meant ‘of course’.

I am free tomorrow afternoon

He took the time to think before pressing send on the next one:

A latte sounds good

He didn’t know if you were being flirty or just normal, and had no idea how to manage a regular conversation. He knew flirty behavior – he had his pack of relationships – but the way you interacted with him was something entirely new to him. It didn’t seem like sexual flirting. And he didn’t even know that flirting could be non-sexual!

Awesome

Do you have a place in mind?

The same place as before

He added right after:

If that’s alright for you

Sounds good to me !

3.30 pm?

Great

That’s a date then

And he didn’t know how to answer, so he simply didn’t answer.
He turned off his phone, and noticed that Ran still wasn’t there. He growled.
“Why are we still waiting for him? Just start already; he’s not coming.”
Mikey’s frown deepened but the door busted open before he could answer:
“I’m here! I’m here!!”
Ran’s pant was unbuttoned, a boner clearly visible, and his shirt was open, revealing lines and lines of hickeys. But, surprisingly, he was frowning.
Mikey glared at him:“Was the wait necessary?”“Nope, I should have left her there. She didn’t even manage anything so it was just a loss of time.”
He sat between his brother Rindou and Takeomi, and began to button his shirt.
“Anyway,” Mikey sighted. “Let’s start.”
Right on time, Sanzu’s phone vibrated. He forgot to put it on silence? The phone vibrated again. He glared at the traitor.
“Sanzu, I hope this is an important message,” Mikey said. “Read it out loud.”
Sanzu turned on the phone and read your message:
“Not necessarily a date, tho. I just wanted to say that. It can be a friendly outing; whichever you’re comfortable with.”
Ran smirked:“A friendly outing, huh?”“Shut the fuck up.”“Oh, feisty! Did I stroke a chord?”
Sanzu jumped on his feet, katana ready, but Mikey intervened:
“Stop it. Just answer the message, Sanzu, and turn off your phone. And Ran?”“Yes boss?” he answered in his most innocent tone.“I double your workload. Don’t be late again.”
Sanzu typed his answer quickly:

Vodka in morning coffee type of person

Both sounds good

And he turned off his phone.

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The two times you met Sanzu, he was in suit; but you didn’t know if it was for business reasons or just because it was his style, so you didn’t know the way he would dress for your maybe-date maybe-friendly outing.You didn’t want to be overdressed, or underdressed, and worst of all you didn’t know if it was a date or not!
Eventually, you chose your best casual outfit, but the pretty kind of casual outfits. It was comfortable, suited you well, but wasn’t too much. Just perfect for the occasion.
You checked outside – it was cold and cloudy, probably would rain. You put on your gloves and scarf, checked that you had your keys, your phone, your wallet and your umbrella, and got out of your house.
The wind was cold and made your cheeks and nose numb in a few minutes. The pastry shop wasn’t far from your home, but the small walk was an adventure in itself.
And to think that you could have been warn and cosy under a few blankets, with a cup of cocoa and a TV show on... But no, you had to crush on Pink Mullet Man, which you still hadn’t asked the name of, and had asked him out on a date. Maybe a date. Maybe not a date? Whatever!
When you entered the pastry shop, he was already there.
And not alone.
In front of him, a man with bicolored hair – black with light purple highlights – was playing with the straw of his drink. Pink Mullet Man seemed agitated, glaring at him every few seconds. You were too far to hear their conversation, but your date was obviously angry.
Your eyes met, and you gave him a small wave. His eyes closed and he smiled at you before returning to scolding his friend.
Said friend turned around to look at you, a small smirk on his face. His eyes roamed on your body, his smirk turning into a full-on smile, and when his eyes met yours, he licked his lips.If it was humanly possible, you would have turned into a small puddle of lust on the spot. Instead, you slightly bowed you head.
Your turned to the cashier – the girl that had been your waitress a few days ago. She was grinning like crazy; it seemed like your personal drama was the highlight of her day.You couldn’t blame her though.
“Can I have a hot cocoa?” you asked in a small voice“On it,” she smiled. “Can I get you any pastry? Your companion didn’t command any yet.”“My companion?”“The pink-haired one, right?”
You nodded.“We’ll see if we get any pastry, thanks.”
She smiled at you and started to prepare your command. You walked Pink Mullet Man’s table, took off your gloves, scarf and coat, and sat next to him. His friend leaned over the table and presented his hand to you:
“Haitani Ran,” he presented himself. – The name sounded familiar, but not familiar enough for you to recognize it. –
You gave him your hand to shake, stating your name, but instead of shaking it he leaned even further and placed a kiss on it.
“Pleased to meet you,” he said, and your name followed and rolled on his tongue like a warning, twisting your intestine into knots. You tried to hide your embarrassment, but your attitude was too obvious for that, and it made him smile even more.
“Sadly I have to go,” he added, “but if you do not feel... satisfied after your date, feel free to call me.”
He winked, gave you his card and stood up:
“See you any time, darling.”
You watched him go, noticed the way his pant was really flattering his ass, but suddenly remembered that your maybe-date was still next to you. He was fuming.You tried to defuse the situation:
“How come I know your friend’s name before yours?”“Not a friend,” he spat.
You flinched at his aggressive tone. He noticed it and backed off immediately:
“Sorry, didn’t mean to snap at you. He’s a pain in my ass.”“Oh, a co-worker then?”
He snickered at your reply.
“Exactly. Plus, he’s a man-whore.”“I would have said ‘flirt’, but yours is better. Is he always like that?”“Always. Last meeting, he came late, with hickeys and a boner.”
You exploded of laugher. He grinned like a maniac next to you.
“With him and your boss, your team seems like an interesting bunch! I bet you never grow bored.”“Can’t say I do!”
The waitress came and put your drink in front of you. You took a big sip of it, warming yourself up.
As you made yourself more comfortable in your seat, Pink Mullet Man said your name.
You turned to him.
“Yes?”“Nothing. I like your name. It suits you well.”“Thanks!”“I’m Sanzu. Sanzu Haruchiyo.”“Nice to meet you, Sanzu.”
He smiled at the sound of his name on your tongue.
“What drink did you take this time?” you asked.“Irish coffee.”“The one with whiskey?”“Are you judging me when you want to pour vodka into your morning coffee?”“No, I just want to know if I can take a sip.”
He pushed his mug to your side, and you took a big sip.
“That’s so good!”“You have cream on your lips,” he chuckled.“Shit, where?”
He leaned on you, licked the cream out of your mouth and smirked at you.“There.”
He stuck out his tongue, showing you the cream. Your face was blazing hot, and you bit your lip, hard.
“You look a little red,” Sanzu smirked.“Do I?” you whined.“Did you caught a cold? Do you want us to snuggle closer to share body heat?”“Stop it, it’s too much!”“Oh, is it?”
He leaned closer still, his hot breath on your neck and ear as he whispered:“But you seemed pretty eager, when that dick Ran gawked at you...”
You pushed him away, even more embarrassed than before:
“Excuse me? Are you jealous?”“Not jealous,” he corrected. “Possessive.”
His arm snaked his way around your waist:“You're the one who asked my out on a date,” he mock-pouted. “And there you were, flirting with my slut of a co-worker...”
You rolled his eyes at his antics.
“You could have said it sooner, if you wanted to have sex,” you dropped.
His fake pout disappeared, replaced by a genuinely surprised expression.
“Really?” he asked for confirmation.“Really. I mean, if you want to.”“Okay, great! Let’s go!”“Wait, no, let me finish my cocoa and pay first!”

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“Hotel?” he asked.“It’s four in the afternoon,” you laughed.“You prefer your house?”“No, it’s a mess. Yours?”“I live with a co-worker,” he growled. “Oh, wait, you said it was four? He won’t be home until eight!”
It was raining but he didn’t care, took your hand, intertwining your fingers, and skipped happily to his car. It was expensive-looking, and you froze when you saw him pulling off his keys and opening it.
“That's your car?” you asked.“Yeah! Impressive, right?”“You’re rich?”“Yes!”“What do you do for a living?”“Lots of thing. Working on deals and collecting debts.”“You’re in the finance? Cool!”
He laughed and opened the door to you, letting you sit on the passenger seat. He shut your door close, joined his side and took place.
“You’re not at all like the image I had of you,” you said.“Oh, really? And what am I like?“More excited, less cold, and...“And?”“And much more fun to be around.”
He laughed, started the motor and instantly sped up on the road.
To be honest, you had never met someone that drove so badly. He was way up the speed limit, took brusque turns and dangerous roads, but you never had so much fun on the road.
But no matter how cool the stranger was, going to their house wasn’t the most secure thing possible. You activated your phone’s location, and notified Wolf, your co-worker and friend, of the situation. If he had no news from you for too long, he could locate you and call for help.
Midway trough the ride, Sanzu turned the radio on and Overdose was playing. He started to sing, but he barely knew the lyrics and you didn’t either so it was just the both of you singing whatever you were thinking about and trying to stay on rhythm.
It was the exact opposite of your last boyfriend, who always played some ambiance song to get you in the mood. But Sanzu’s method – or lack, therefor – was actually making you feel great. Sex was great, but you mostly wanted fun, and he was serving.
After a while, you noticed that the car was getting away from the city, moving fast between the expensive houses that celebrities inhabited when they weren’t busy on the other side of the world. Sanzu didn’t slow down, singing along Saturday Night.Not long after, a huge, modern house came to view. It was only two stories tall, but was thrice as wide, and stood on top of a small hill that gave it a perfect point for view of the surroundings.
Sanzu waved the securities guards that let you in, and rode to the parking where he stopped cold. You were projected forward, the seat belt digging a bit onto your chest, but you were laughing way too hard to care. He went to open your door, but you had barely the time to stand that he was on you.
He pulled you into his arms, and you had to wrap your legs around his waist to keep your balance. Your arms found their place around his neck as he put his hands on your ass, and he let a line of kisses on your throat as he walked into the house.
Next thing you knew, you were dropped on his bed, out of breath, with your neck covered with hickeys.
“Virgin?” he asked.“No,” you managed to say.“Taking the pill?”“IUD...”“Condom?”“Y- Yeah...”
He pulled a bottle of lube and a few condoms out of his nightstand, and went on you again.
“Have you already tried BDSM?” he asked.“No,” you moaned as he bit your neck.“Care to?”“Hell yeah!”
You felt him smirk onto your collarbone.
“Let’s start with the basics, okay? Safe words. Green is a go, orange for a little rest, red for a no-no? Does it work for you?”
You nodded eagerly.
“Great, great,” he whispered. “Do you want to try a blindfold? Handcuffs?”“No handcuff, blindfold yes...”“Can I keep your hands up, without handcuffs?”“Ye... Yeah...”“Hickeys, bite-marks?”“Okay...”“Pet names?”“Which... Whichever you want, Sanzu...”
You let a groan that shot a jolt of electricity down his dick.
“Say it again, sweetheart,” he whispered.“San...zu? Sanzu. Sanzu, Sanzu, Sanzu, San...”
He bite the junction of your neck and shoulder and you let out another groan.
“Color?” he asked.“Green, green!”“Let’s start, then...”
He pulled you into a kiss that stole your breath away, his tongue exploring your mouth, dancing with yours, and began to strip you naked. His hands roamed on your skin and lit you on fire everywhere he touched, and you could only try to unbutton his shirt, in a daze, and stood breathless under him.
He let go of you for a few seconds, the time to pull of his shirt, and tied it loosely around your head, hiding your eyes.
“Colour?”“Green! Oh fuck, it’s great! Please please, Sanzu...”
And the way you begged for him made his dick twitch. He took off your underwear, and put the pulp of his thumb on your pussy. Your cunt was wet and your hole needy, and oh god, how he wanted to just bury his cock into you on the spot – but you still needed preparation.
He opened the lube, poured a good amount on his hands and pushed the first finger in, without meeting any resistance. His grin widened on his face as he pushed two more fingers. You moaned, your pussy clenching around his fingers.
“Good, baby,” he whispered in the crook of your neck, letting a line of kisses, “such a good baby for me...”“Sanzu... Please, please, I need you in...
I need you i-in...”“Oh, but we’ll get there eventually...”
He began twisting his fingers, accommodating your pussy for him. Your walls were gripping him, and each thrust of his fingers made you groan, the sound resonating in your throat, against his lips.
He found your g-spot and grinned into your ear at how desperate you were moaning. He brought his other hand on your pelvis, and immediately found your clitoris.
“You're so perfect,” he growled. “So pretty, so perfect...”He whispered your name like a prayer, again and again and again, and his long and precise fingers hit your g-spot and stroke you clitoris – and the orgasm was so powerful that all noises stopped.
For a few seconds, everything went silent. It was you, and these fingers deep into you, and the pleasure that was coursing through your veins, and the blindfold that kept you from finding any visual attach, anything to ground you to reality. You were floating in the void, and all that you could feel was pleasure.
And then it all came crashing down on you, and your breath cut short when Sanzu pulled his fingers out of you. You whined:
“No, Sanzu, no no... Please, please, I need you...”
Your hands patted around to find him, landed on his cheek as you brought his face closer to you to pull him into a sloppy kiss. He moved away, a hand collecting your wrists and pinning them over your head.
“No no, sweetheart. I’m the one in control here. Keep these hands up for me.”
He let go of you to put the condom on, and took back your wrists. He then leaned closer to your ear, and you heard him whisper an impatient “color?”.
“Green!”
And without any notice, he buried the tip of his cock inside of you.
You gasped.
He bit your throat, sucking a new hickey, waiting for the pain to wear out. His other hand wandered on your chest, until it found your perking nipple, and he began rolling it between his fingers. His lips went lower, licking and sucking at your skin until he brought it down on your other nipple, lapping it down. You moaned, a broken “green” escaping your lips.
He smiled, and slowly began to pull back, barely a few millimetres, before pushing back in. Slowly, he built the tension, his movements progressively growing stronger, deeper...
The pace became quicker, but you wanted more.
“More, more, Sanzu please please give me more...”
You laced your legs around his waist, trying to keep him buried deep inside of you, and it gave him a better access as he fucked you relentless.
You felt everything with an intensity you never had before. You could feel the veins of his cock, the way your walls clenched around him, slick dripping from your hole – you could feel his teeth grazing over your nipple, his tongue licking it over and over and over until you were just a bundle of nerves and need – you could feel everything.
“Sanzu, Sanzu, Sanzu... Ha-ha- Sanzu...”“What is it, baby? Is something wrong?”“No- no! So good, please, Sanzu...”
His breath itched. The pace became erratic, his hits rocking you on the mattress like a doll, and his balls were clapping on your ass at each move, his dick buried so, so deep inside of you that you could feel him against your cervix.
It was all so much; you knew you couldn’t last long.
“Sanzu!” you screamed.
Your walls spasmed around him, pushing him over the edge, and he came a few seconds after you.

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He let himself fall on top of you, still buried deep into you, and pulled off the makeshift blindfold. You blinked a few times, regaining your vision little by little. He noticed a few tears in the corner of your eyes, and wiped them off softly with the plump of his thumb.
“You good?” He asked in a deep voice that made your toes curl.“Awesome,” you answered, before the shyness crashed back and you muttered a small “Was I good?”
He snickered.
“More than good, sweetheart. Perfect.”He sucked a last hickey on the side of your breast, and pulled himself out of you. You pouted at the feeling of emptiness, but he wiped that expression out of your face with a deep kiss.
He pulled back and smiled:“Let’s have a bath before resting!”
You nodded. He stood up, got rid of the condom as you laid flat on his bed, too tired to move. His face popped in front of you, a deep close-eyed grin engraved on it.
“Come on, it'll make you feel better.”“For the record, I already feel great. Is it necessary?”“I’m not letting you sleep in my bed if you stay that sweaty.”
You whined but managed to pull yourself back up. A grimace made its way on your face as you tried to get up on your feet. Sanzu playfully rolled his eyes, took you and carried you bridal style to his own private bathroom – how luxurious.
He opened the tap, and let you look around:
“Is that bath salts?” you asked curiously. “Can we use some?”“I don’t know. Can we?”“Pretty please, Sanzu?”
He smirked.
“Which one do you want?”“Hmm... Which one do you like best?”“Cherry one. It has the best smell.”“Cherry it is, then.”
You took the jar and poured some into the bathtub, before finding back your phone to notify Wolf that you were okay. Then, Sanzu helped you into the bath, and took place behind you, putting his legs on each side of your waist.
“The most important part of BDSM is aftercare,” Sanzu explained. “Do you feel any pain?”“No pain, but I can’t feel my legs... and my shoulders are sore.”“Do you want a massage?”“You know how to massage?”“Is it that surprising? But yes, I do.”
He put his hands on your shoulders, and began to massage it. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, nearly purring out of comfort.
“That wasn’t really BDSM, right?” you muttered.“It’s a good way to start.”“You’re usually into heavier sex, right?”“Yes. Bondage, whips, power play... And knife play. A lot of knife play.”“A thing for knives, it seems?”“You have no idea. Not a lot of people like it, though.”“Shame.”
He perked up.
“Would you like to try?”
You gave it some thought.
“Well, not right now obviously, but maybe later. I think I’ll get to it, step by step.”
That answer brought another question, that needed to be asked.
“What are we?” you asked.“Huh?”“Are we fuck-buddies, a couple, just strangers? Do you want this to be recurring? Exclusive?”“Oh. That.”
He didn't want a relation that tied him down. He could wait for you to get to heavy BDSM, but how long would it take? Teaching you was fun, of course, but he also liked people that knew what they were doing.
“Not exclusive,” he said. “But I would like to corrupt you again.”“Corrupt?”
You laughed.
“It’s not corruption if I want to do it, Sanzu; and I certainly want to.”“Great! Next on the list is handcuffs, then.”“Works for me,” you grinned.
He stopped massaging your shoulders and put his arms around it to bring you closer to him. You leaned backward and made yourself comfortable on his chest.
“I don’t feel like putting a label on our relationship,” he added.“Honestly, me neither. But I think we could have dates, added to the sex.”“What kind of dates?”“I don’t know. Do you like cinemas?”“Haven’t tried in a while. We have a movie theatre here.”“You have your own movie theatre?! We have to have movie nights. Do you like horror movies?”“Oh baby, horror movies love me.”“Nice!”
You put your head in the crook of his neck, and looked at him behind your lashes.
You had no idea how the hell you managed a catch like that. Sanzu was the perfect mix of sexy and pretty, a literal god on earth – and there he was, in the same bath as you. It made your chest all warm and fuzzy.A smile crept upon your face as you started to play with his hair.
“Huh?” he asked.“Nothing. You’re just too pretty for my sake.”
He smiled back, his hands snaking their way around your waist.
“And how is that too pretty?”“I mean, you are rocking that pink mullet.”
He chuckled, slowly caressing little circles on your belly.
“Plus,” you added, “have you seen your face? I could sue that facemask of yours for keeping that face hidden.”
This time he exploded of laughter. You pulled your arms up, and traced the lines of the two jewel-shaped scars on the corner of his mouth. You didn’t say anything about it – because you didn’t know what to say. It made him look even more beautiful, but it was scars nonetheless. It represented some kind of pain, and maybe he didn’t want to talk about it.
“Do we inform each others when we fuck someone else?” he asked.“I don’t know. Would you be comfortable with that? It works for me.”“Let’s do that. Don’t hesitate to tell me the details...”
His smug smile made you laugh.
The bath was getting colder, so Sanzu stood up and got out. You followed not long after, admiring the view you had of his ass – and you had to mentality restrain yourself from clapping it. He gave you a knowing look, a towel and a bathrobe, and helped you in it. He even tied the belt into a loose knot around your waist, the scoop neck letting visible a large amount of your chest – and the hickeys he left behind.
You went back into the bedroom, sat back on his bed – the bedsheets had been changed; did he have housemaids? And he came out of the bathroom a few seconds later, in a bathrobe and with a towel around his shoulders, hairdryer and hairbrush in hands.
“Do you want me to dry it for you?” you asked.
He accepted. He sat cross-leg in front of you, and you got on your knees to have a better access to his hair. You used his towel to damp the moisture off, first, then took the brush and plugged the dryer to finish.
Your hands gently massaged his scalp, drying stands by stands that pink mullet of his, and he melted into the touch. It seemed like he was used to giving aftercare, but not so much to receiving it – and you were eager to deliver.
He groaned when you let go of him, and turned around to cover your face in light kisses. It made you giggle like a high-school girl, but he didn’t stop and pushed you on the mattress, hands on your hips and lips on your skin.
“You’re an angel,” he whispered.“That you are corrupting?”“No better kind than this one,” he added, and you couldn’t agree more.

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You stayed like that for you didn’t know how long, just cuddling and kissing and playing with his hair, feeling like you were on your own personal little cloud. Your eyes were closing, a contented hum on the corner of your lips, when your stomach let a grumble.
Your eyes snapped open, meeting Sanzu’s.
How god, that was embarrassing. He started laughing and your cheeks turned pink. He rolled to the side, low chuckles escaping from his lips as you dig your face into his shoulder in the – unattainable – hope of hiding your heating cheeks.
“Wanna eat something?” he managed to ask between two fits of laughter.
You nodded shyly, as renewed chuckles shook his body. He stood up, took your hand and pulled you with him to the kitchen – which was as grand as the rest of the villa, with quartz countertops and some really high-tech equipment.
“You have a TV in your kitchen?” you noticed.“Don’t ask.”“I don’t even want to know.”“You want anything specific? We can deliver it here.”“Do you have time on your hands?”“Nothing until tomorrow, why?”“I’m feeling like baking something.”
The idea confused him – there was people that wanted to bake? For fun? That was new. But you were excited, and, well, it was his free day, so why not?
“Any idea in mind?”“Hm... You like taiyakis, right? You brought like, a dozen last time we saw each other.”“For my boss.”“Yeah, but do you like taiyakis?
He shrugged.
“Don’t know, never tried it.”“You mean your boss is obsessed with it and never gave you one?”“He can get possessive when food is mentioned.”
What a weird boss, you thought, but decided not to say that out loud because Sanzu seemed to like him a lot.
“We can try to make some,” you proposed. “You could try it, and let some for him later on.”“He’ll be happy!”
Were you feeling jealous of his boss? Yeah, a bit.But you were the one that just had mind-blowing sex, half an hour of cuddles and were going to bake with Sanzu; so you were pretty confident about your odds. Plus, non exclusive relationship, right? You didn’t mind watching him simp helplessly over his boss. It was endearing.
“Let’s start with finding a recipe,” you proposed, and he shook his head in acceptation, looking a lot like a lost puppy.
After a few minutes and thanks to the collective action of all three of the brain cells you shared, Sanzu and you managed to find a recipe, and check that you had all the necessary ingredients – and a taiyaki iron, which had been brought years ago but had never been used.
Baking with Sanzu was fun, but chaotic. He didn’t seem to understand the concept of instructions, trying to do everything at the same time in the same bowl. Once or twice, you had to physically restrain him from doing whatever he was doing at the time, but he only followed what you said for a few minutes before growing bored and returning to his gremlin mode.
“If we don’t follow the recipe,” you tried to argue, “the taiyakis won’t taste good and your boss won’t like it!”It seemed to be the correct ultimatum, because he immediately calmed down.
“Baking is dumb anyway,” he grumbled.“You can just watch, you know.”
He hadn’t even considered this possibility. He sat on a countertop, and watched as you baked.
He noticed the hickeys he had left on your throat and a satisfied grin played on his lips. His eyes followed your sprinkled neck, admiring the way the white bathrobe draped your shoulders, the way the loose knot kissed your waist and highlighted the curve of your hips, the way you danced across the room, bare feet waltzing on the clean floor...
You weren’t his type. He liked people that were more experienced, that played filthy and submitted to him, with whom sex lasted for hours, rounds after rounds until nothing was left but the aftermath: a aching body and a numb mind.
And this wasn’t you.
You were inexperienced. You weren’t assertive, didn’t submit to him entirely, put boundaries that he wasn’t used to have. He respected them, of course, taking it slow with you – but it was new.And he liked that kind of new.
He regretted not to have tried that kind of relation sooner.
There was a sense of pride and responsibility to be the one to teach you what he liked – and what you liked. To make you discover that filth and that ach and that numbness, to be the one corrupting you.
Silently, he stood up from the countertop, walking to you. Too busy trying to understand what you needed to do next, you didn’t see him coming. His hands found their way on your hips, thumbs massaging your waist over the fabric before his fingers skilfully slipped between the panels of the bathrobe and inches away from your clitoris.
You gasped.
“Can I?”
He pressed his torso on your back, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you against him as he nipped at your ear.
“Sanzu...”You tried to be disapproving, but your voice only sounded pleading.
“Can I, baby?“I... I...”“I need words.”“Yes...”
He grinned against your skin and finally put his fingers on your skin. The contact made you immediately moan. Your knees buckled on the counter, pleasure already building in your belly, and you closed your eyes in satisfaction.
“Why did you stop baking?” he asked in a whisper.
Your eyes shot open.
He wanted you to...
Oh fuck, that was hot.
You bit your lips but nodded, accepting the game.
It took all your willpower to concentrate on your task again. The dough wasn’t even ready yet, and your eyes were unintentionally rolling back each time Sanzu put on a little more pressure.
You managed to gather a bowl and the wet ingredients, mixing eggs and milk, before adding them to the dry mix. Your movements were slow but steady, and you didn’t know if Sanzu was mimicking them or if you were mimicking his, but you knew the mixing took a lot more time that necessary.
“Taking your time, sweetheart?” he whispered in your ear. “You like how it’s done?”
You bit your lips, hard. Your teeth dug so violently that it drew blood. Sanzu grabbed your jaw, turning your face to meet his, lapping at your lips to lick the blood.
“Not really sanitary, are you? What a dirt little thing...”
He pushed a finger in your pussy. Your mouth opened in ecstasy, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue exploring every detail of your mouth.
Someone cleared their throat and your jumped in surprise, breaking out of the kiss.
The both of you looked to the kitchen’s door, where stood a tall man with dark hair, bicolored eyes and a scar running up his forehead and left eye.
Behind him, two more men – one of them you already knew, Ran Haitani. The other looked a bit like him, only with a blue and purple mullet.
“Holy shit,” you said. “How in hell can you all have weird but attractive hairstyles?”

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“Holy shit,” you said. “How in hell can you all have weird but attractive hairstyles?”
And as you said that, you realized the situation you were in, and tried to get Sanzu off you. However, he was much stronger, and didn’t want to move. At least, he had the decency to pull his fingers out of you. Which was not decency, you learned, since he pulled them into his mouth and licked them clean.
“You’re early,” he then said, like you weren’t just dying of embarrassment.“You’re fingering someone in our kitchen,” the scarred man – you assumed it was the roommate he had told you about – answered.“Glad to see your last eye is still functioning. Do you wanna join?”
You looked at him in shock. He winked at you, putting his arms around your shoulders to bite your earlobe. You moaned against your will, burning in shame.
“Can I…” Ran began.“Not you,” Sanzu barked. “We don’t need no manwhore.”“You’re the one fingering someone on a shared counter. And I wasn’t asking you.”
He turned to you, seductive smile playing on his lips. You looked at him under your lashes, breath short and lips open…
His own breath cut short.
His pant became too tight, and his pupils dilated in lust. He had to dig his nails into his palms to restrain himself from jumping on you and opening that stupid looking bathrobe that was daring to cover you. He needed you naked, taken on the counter, on the bed, in the shower, on every surface you could be taken on. He needed to see you naked because you were looking nothing less than a sex deity.
A sex deity that he had to honor.
He knew you would agree. He could read in your eyes that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.
But then Sanzu whispered in your ear, lips brushing on your skin like you were his – and when you looked back at Ran, it wasn’t the same look anymore.
You leaned backward, whispering back at Sanzu. He was frowning – a good sign for Ran, such a good sign – but then his mouth opened in surprise, and low chuckles escaped his lips. He covered your nape in kisses as you turned back to Ran:
“Maybe another time, love, if Sanzu’s okay with it.”
So if he wanted you, he had to ask Sanzu first? The look Sanzu gave him added to the fire, but he couldn’t exactly say anything. You had fixed the rules, and if he wanted you he had to play the game.
“Can’t you just go finish in your suite, Sanzu?” his roommate cut the staring contest short.“We haven’t finished cooking. We can’t go without finishing and cleaning everything up…”
His roommate looked at him with disappointment, but sighed and shook his head.
“We’ll be in the office. Just… clean everything up after.”“Sir, yessir!”
He turned you around and put you on the counter, the panels of your bathrobe parting and exposing your tights and throat, both covered in hickeys and bite-marks. He took place between your legs, pushing your head back to explore your throat once again.
The three impromptu visitors walked out of the room, Ran trailing behind and sending you looks that turned your insides mushy.
Then, Sanzu looked at the door they closed, and back at you, proud smile illuminating his face:
“Naughty little thing you are! I love it!”“So, the deal works for you?”“You fucking him all you want if you manage to make him beg me for it? Never seen a deal so good.”“And the others?”“Oh, you’ve set your eyes on Kakucho and Rindou?”“That’s their names? They’re hot.”“Can’t disagree with you, sweetheart. They are all yours… But I should tell you, Rindou’s a little bitch, and Kakucho’s not easily swooned.”“Which is which?”“Kakucho’s the one with the scar. My housemate. Rindou’s the man-whore’s brother.”“All co-workers?”“Yup.”“And none’s your black-coffee-boss, I guess?”“No, no. He doesn’t go out much.”“You like him a lot, don’t you?”
He let go of you, sitting next to you on the counter.
“Yeah. He’s a king.”“Literally?”“Nearly.”“Whoa, that’s cool. What does he like, besides taiyakis?”“Black coffee, but with cream and three sugars.”
He sent you a wink, making you laugh.
“Let’s finish these taiyakis, okay?” he then said. “I’ll ride you home after… or not, if you want to spend the night here.”
He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Can’t say I don’t like the idea,” you answered and got out of the counter.
You had finished the dough earlier, and only had to cook and fill the taiyakis. It was made under light discussion, trying to figure out Sanzu’s favourite food – a particular cheesecake –, then his favourite colour – pink, you should have guessed –, animal – jellyfishes – and everything you could.
Once you finished baking, you and Sanzu didn’t immediately fucked like the animals in heat you were. The mood wasn’t really that sexy and you were still hungry. Instead, you cleaned up the kitchen, and then he took your hand and the plate of treats and led you to the cinema room he had told you about.
You sat in the most comfortable sofa you had ever seen, with pillows and soft blankets, and cuddled while watching Spirited Away. It was one of his favorite movies, as you learned, and he liked to rewatch it from time to time. He actually knew the dialogues by heart, muttering them under his breath between kisses or bites of the food.
Against yourself, you fell asleep midway through.
Your head fell into his shoulder. He shot you a glance, smiling softly at your sleeping face, and paused the movie.
Since you were sleeping so soundly, he chose not to wake you up, picking you up instead. He carried you to his room, carefully putting you on your bed, picked a boxer and a t-shirt to change you into, and joined you under the covers.

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You woke up flushed against Sanzu. He had his arms around your waist, head comfortably nested on your chest, legs tangled with yours. You took a look at his alarm clock – barely three in the morning. You fell asleep in the middle of the afternoon; so it made sense that you were up so early.
“Hm...”
Sanzu tightened his grip on you, head digging into your breast. For a few seconds, you suspected that he was actually awake and taking advantage of the position you were in, but he stayed unmoving, sleeping soundly.
You smiled, but his grip was putting pressure on your bladder, signalling you that you really needed to go the bathroom. Plus, your hunger had made a powerful comeback, and you guessed there was still some taiyakis in the fridge.
You gently pried his arms open, swapping your body with a pillow so he stayed comfortable. Nonetheless, he frowned in his sleep, realizing that something had changed, and began to stir awake.
You sat on the bed next to him, softly stroking his hair until his expression relaxed in contempt. You smiled, and decided to let him a post-it in case he woke up when you were gone.
‘Gone to eat something, be back soon ♡’
You then tiptoed to his bathroom, before going out of his room.
The house was really different, at night. What had been a well-designed and well-decorated modern building was now covered in shadows. The small modern statues looked haunting, and had you not been this hungry you would have just powerwalked back to Sanzu’s arms.
Instead, you walked to the kitchen, trying to stay as silent as possible, and watching carefully every suspicious-looking shadows you encountered.
Suddenly, the lights turned on.
You jumped in surprise, knocking an antique over and losing your balance, but someone caught your waist and the object before the both of you could fall.
“What are you doing?”
Not Sanzu, your brain provided. It was his roommate, the one called Kakucho, and he didn’t seem amused by your little exploration.
“I’m looking for the kitchen,” you said quickly.
He put you upright and placed the antique back on his base before turning to you, arms crossed over his... very muscular chest, as you could see from between the panels of his robe.
“It’s three in the morning. And you could have turned the lights on.”
On cue, your stomach grumbled – and you never were so thankful of its timing, because Kakucho looked ready to commit a murder. He thought you were snooping around?

“Is it too late for a midnight snack?” you pleaded.
He sighed, but uncrossed his arms.
“Follow me,” he just said, and led the way.
You walked behind him like a lost puppy, keeping your mouth shut to prevent you from saying anything stupid.
“What's your name?” Kakucho asked.
You immediately answered, and nearly began to recite your CV and life story. That man scared the living shit out of you. He had some mad charisma, that scar made him look fucking badass, and yup, of course, you had noticed the gun he had in his robe’s pocket.
That proved your theory that Sanzu was in some kind of mafia.Stylish mafia, because all the members you had met could seriously consider swapping activity.
“Have you ever considered being a model?” you asked without thinking.
Kakucho looked back at you, confusion on his face for a few seconds.
Then, he chuckled.
“Or you, Sanzu, Ran and his brother could form an idol group,” you added. “You would have a lot of fans, I guess. I would be your first fan, of course, but can I be considered a fan if I sleep with a member? Anyway, ignore me I'm just saying whatever I'm currently thinking because I'm panicking.”
You did tell Sanzu that you had the willpower of a noodle when facing someone attractive.
“Do you always talk that much?” he asked.“Depends. I usually keep quiet during team meeting. They don’t like my ideas, anyway.”“What do you do?”“Mostly coffees. And giving bad ideas.”“What kind of bad ideas?”“My last business plan was about using a dog to bring messages instead of emails. More nature-friendly. My coworkers didn’t approve.”
From where you stood, you could see the corner of his lips slowly going upward. You managed to make the scary mafia man smile? You deserved some brownie points for that.
The kitchen was as clean as you had left it the former day, and a dozen of taiyakis had been put in the fridge.
“Want some?” you asked when you bowed down to grab the plate.“No, thanks.”
You closed the fridge and walked to the microwave, noticing that every time you turned to face him, he looked away from you and trough the window. He was keeping an eye on you, which made you uneasy.
Once your taiyaki was hot, you served yourself a cup of milk and sat on a chair. Kakucho took place in front of you, and this time he didn’t hide the fact that he was looking at you.
You focused you attention on your food, munching like your life depended of it.
Then, he called your name.
You looked up, eyes meeting his. A red eye, a white eye... It was intense, to say the least.
“Yes?” you managed to say.“Where did you meet Sanzu?”
Oh.
Oh!
Okay.
“In the street. I liked his haircut, told him so. We met again in a coffee shop. He was buying taiyakis for his boss. Your boss too, I guess.”“And what’s your relationship?”
He was actively prying into your private life, but you had nothing to hide anyway.
“We didn’t put a label. Dates and sex, I guess, but nonexclusive, though.”“And you’re also attracted to Ran?”“From my point of view, he’s the one attracted to me. Sanzu told me that he’s a man-whore.”
That took him by surprise, and he smiled again, a low chuckle rolling on his lips.
You bite your lip to prevent you from commenting how handsome he looked. But your lips were still sensible from the previous day, and it nearly immediately drew blood.
“You’re bleeding!”
He jumped out of his seat to inspect your lip. It didn’t help you in any way, but provoked an eruption of butterflies in your stomach.
Looked like he wasn’t the dangerous guy you thought he was. Well, not just dangerous, at least. Caring, too.
“It’s nothing,” you mumbled.“You’re bleeding, it’s not nothing. Here, come, let's find something for that.”
He put your dishes in the dishwasher, led you to a common bathroom and say you down on the edge of the bathtub. Then, he gently dabbed some wet towel on your lip to clean it.
You held your breath, lips opening to give him more space. His movements were slow and gentle, barely any pressure applied.
Slowly, his eyes went up your mouth, following the curve of your lips, the philtrum, your nostrils, the bridge of your nose, until meeting your eyes.
He stopped moving, towel barely brushing your lip. You stayed like that for a while, just looking into each others eyes like it was the last thing you’d do.
You have no idea how long you stayed unmoving.
He looked away first, cheeks a little bit redder than before, and stood up to take a few steps away from you.
“Do you want some ice, now that the bleeding stopped?”
You nodded in silence.
He led you back to the kitchen, found an ice pocket in the fridge and waited with you until your lip was numb. And none of you said anything, and it was awkward as fuck but you knew that if you said anything, it would be something stupid, so you just kept your mouth shut.
“Thanks,” you managed to mutter, giving him back the ice pack.
He put it back in the fridge, and followed you back to Sanzu’s room. You opened the door, but didn’t enter, and instead closed it again.
His whole being was oppressing and you needed to settle things now with him, or it would only get worse between the two of you – plus, he was Sanzu’s housemate, you were doomed to interact again.
“Dude,” you started.
It wasn’t the best start. It was more of an okay-start, but you would take it as positive since he hadn’t put his hand in the pocket that carried a gun.
“I really don’t care what kind of business you and Sanzu are in. I guess it’s not fully legal, given the gun in your pocket; which you could have hidden better by the way but if your goal was too scare me you did a pretty good job. Your job is your problem. I’m just here for Sanzu, no fucks given to your activities. As long as I’m not put in danger, I’ll stick around; but I’m not risking my life for some good sex.”
It destabilized him a bit. Guess he wasn’t used to people having basic survival instinct.
“You can monitor me if you want,” you added, “just keep me out of your business.”
You gave him your customer-service smile:
“Does it work for you?”
He nodded, so you opened Sanzu’s door again.
“Good night, sir,” you said.“Kakucho. You can call me Kakucho.”“Good night Kakucho, then.”
And you closed the door behind you, joining Sanzu back to bed and nearly immediately going back to sleep.

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Being in a relationship with Sanzu, who told you to call him Haru, was rocky, needless to say. He had some weird business hours, which you didn’t ask questions about, but liked to pop up unannounced at your work place, in the middle of your day, just to give you a kiss, a hickey, or to convince you to skip the rest of the day to come with him. Which you never accepted, because you were an independent person, and as an independent person you needed money to pay your taxes and then cry because you’ve got no more money.
Despite his weird habits, you always had the best time of your life with him, be it with sex or regular dates. He was spontaneous, and had some uncommon dates ideas.
One Friday afternoon, he came to take you in a Cadillac after work — which made your shitty co-worker Stellaluna shut the fuck up about her lawyer boyfriend –, took you in a ride across town before driving to the sea. You found a small local restaurant, ate some specialities and then went skinny dipping in the middle of the night.
It was currently a Saturday afternoon, and you were sitting in his cinema room, eating from a bowl of popcorn and wrapped in a fluffy cover. Haru had to go during the night, and chose to let you a post-it telling you to suit yourself and wait for his return instead of waking you up. Kakucho wasn’t in the house, so it was you and that three-seasons thirty-episodes-by-season fifty-minutes-each-episode stupid rom-com TV-show.The best kind.
You were so engulfed in your show that you didn’t hear someone calling for Sanzu. The person followed the sound of the show, and found you in phase with the sofa, chuckling at the view.
You paused the show and turned to see who had just laughed at you, discovering yet another one of Haru’s co-workers.
This one – a man, again – was dressed in a white suit with a red shirt. His hair, white, were styled in a death hawk style, combed on the right side, and shaved in a regular pattern on the left, leaving visible a tattoo that you had already seen on Haru’s forearm and Ran’s throat.
“Excuse me? Are you judging me right now?”
He stuck his tongue at you, and you threw him a handful of popcorn, that sadly landed between the both of you. You looked at it in betrayal.
“I’m Kokonoi Hajime,” he said.You gave him your name, which he seemed to recognize.
“Do you know where Sanzu is?” he asked.“No idea. He left me a note saying he had to work.”“If you called him, would he answer?”“Call him yourself; I don’t want to disturb him. Plus, Jessica just learned that her boyfriend cheated on her and she’s on her way to kick his ass.”“When did he say he would be back?”“Didn't say. Two hours, maybe? He said to wait for him.”
He looked at his watch, deciding he had nothing useful to do, and took place next to you on the sofa.
“Catch me on what’s happening.”
You gave him the most thorough and complete explanation you could give, pouring your heart and soul into highlighting any drama you remembered. He listened with a smile, chuckling each time you went mad over a character’s actions, until you had caught him on everything you knew.
“That show is intense,” he said. “Let’s continue.”
You grinned, took the remote to press play, and put the pop corn between the two of you.
Watching stupid TV-shows with Kokonoi was delightful. The actors were visibly underpaid and under experienced, the scenario was just an assortment of clichés mashed together to form what seemed to be a plot, but Kokonoi's critical commentary never failed to make you laugh to tears.
“God,” he said at some point. “This actor has just as much facial expression as Mikey.”“Mickey? Like the mouse?”
He turned to face you, a ‘did you just...?’ expression on his face, before bursting with laughter. It took him a few minutes to gather his breath, tears rolling down his cheeks, to your most profound confusion.
“What did I say?” you inquired.“Mickey Mouse,” he repeated, trying not to start laughing again. “You compared him to Mickey Mouse.”“Who?”“Mikey. My boss.”“Oh god, the guy on which Haru is simping?”
Once again, he had to calm himself down before roaring with laughter.
“Yeah, him.”“His name is Mickey? And you’re supposed to take him seriously?”“Mikey. Short for Michael, or something. Not his given name, tho.”“I would hope so, because that would enter the ‘child maltreatment’ category.”
Just as you said that, your ringtone interrupted your slandering. You took your phone – it was Haru. You took the call:
“Hey Haru!” you smiled. “Everything’s fine?”“Yeah! Just wanted to say that it’ll take longer than I thought. I’ll be back in five to six hours, so you don’t have to wait for me.”“Sure about that? It’s my off-day, I have nothing to do.”“Cool, then. I’ve left some cash in the hall if you want to get some food delivered, or you can always raid the fridge. You have everything you need, right?”
There were some gun detonations in the background, which you ignored:
“Yeah, don’t worry. Oh, but your co-worker Kokonoi came to see you! I’m giving him the phone.”
You gave your phone to Kokonoi. He got out of the room to discuss with Haru, and you took the opportunity to gobble up the end of the popcorn and clean up the pieces you had thrown.
Then, Kokonoi came back, call ended, and gave you back your phone.
“As much as I like our movie date, I have to go and buy some new clothes.”
He thought for a few seconds, and added:
“Do you want to come?”
Your pop corn was gone, that TV-show would become totally boring without Kokonoi’s commentaries, and who were you to refuse to hang out with hot CEO daddy?Not that you would call him that out loud.He just gave that kind of vibe.
“Yeah, sure,” you said. “Let me just some time to change.”
You turned off the show and went to your room. Not that you spend much time in there, but Haru wanted you to have some place to keep your things, since you spent so much time in his house. You searched for your best outfit, since Kokonoi didn’t seem like the type to shop anywhere else but luxurious stores, and quickly readied yourself.
It must have taken longer than you thought, because Kokonoi eventually knocked on the door:
“Are you ready?”“Coming!”
You opened the door. His eyes roamed over your body, appreciating that you had dressed up, before he offered you his arm:
“I'm lucky to spend time with such a beauty,” he said.
You giggled, realized what you just did, proceed to hide your embarrassment by looking away, and took his arm.
“Let’s go!”
He led you to his car – well more a limousine than a car really –, opened to door for you before following you in and instructing the chauffeur on which directions to take. He then sat next to you, pointing a thumb at the mini-bar of the limousine and ignoring the five bodyguards sitting around the both of you.
“Want to drink something?”“Sure. What do you have?”“Wines, some soft drinks, ingredients for cocktails...”“Any recommendations?”“There’s this one wine, my favourite. I wanted a glass of it, actually.”“Serve me one too, then.”
He smiled, served two glasses and gave you one. His fingers lingered against yours, before he gently tapped your glass, eyes in yours, and took a sip of his own glass.
You did the same, cheeks heating. Smug, he leaned backward on his seat, arm finding its place on the backrest of your seat. You felt the fabric of his suit on the back of your neck, muscles rolling under it.
He was flirting. That was a boost to your ego. He was flirting, right? You weren’t just imagining it? Any way, if he wasn’t flirting, you would. No way you were letting this chance pass.
You leaned backward, putting your head against his arm, looking at him from the corner of your eyes, and took another sip of your drink.
“You were right. This wine is the best I ever tasted.”“Isn't it? I import it from Spain. This one has been aged for nearly a century; it makes it tastier.”
Well damn. And he let your middle-class lips touch that wine? How much were worth these two sips you just took? Dude definitely wanted your ass. Not that you blamed him, your ass was a piece of art.
“What do you need to buy?”“Some new suits for the team. Ties, hats, some new shoes. I have the best sense of style out of all the executives; they usually let me do my thing.”
True words. Haru’s suits were… colourful. Like suits rich people wore for yacht parties. You didn’t want to know what he was doing while wearing them, but you bet it was not some funny yacht party. It wasn’t really a look to kill, torture or do anything more illegal than taking a few pills. Which you knew Haru took when you weren’t around, because you caught Kakucho searching the house to find and throw away his secret stash.
“You know their measurement by heart?” you asked.“No, I have more important things to remember. I just have it noted down on my phone. We’ll just look around, find some design, and order them.”“Searching for a particular vibe?”“Each members need a new club outfit, Ran needs a few formal suits since he can’t keep them clean, Takeomi asked for a more comfortable work outfit, and Mochi wants my help with a matching set of clothes.”“You have a co-worker called Mochi?”
First Mickey Mouse, now Mochi? How were they even respected as mafia’s members?
“Mochizuku, actually. His wedding anniversary is in a few weeks, and he wants to surprise his wife by planning a whole weekend.”“That’s thoughtful of him.”“Not for us. Guess who’ll have to babysit his kids?”“You?”“Me? No, I can’t be trusted with kids. That’ll be Kakucho and Takeomi.”
You had no idea who Takeomi was, but he must have been good with kids. But why two people, though?
“You need two people to babysit them?”“Mochi’s got triplets, and not the peaceful kind. Last time he had a date, I had to tie the kids to a tree to get them to stay put.”“I guess that’s the time you lost your babysitting privileges.”“Never had them in the first place, babe. I’d been called in reinforcement because they had lost the eldest.”“How do you lose a kid?”“You’ll have to ask Kakucho the next time you’ll see him.”
And he stuck his tongue at you, revealing a piercing. You took another sip of wine, involuntarily asking yourself what use he could make of that tongue he liked to show. He seemed to have caught on your train of thought, because his smile widened, and his nimble fingers slowly caressed the junction of your jaw.
“You know that you’re only spending time with me to wait for another man, right?”
Like Haru wouldn’t encourage you to sleep with other people. He liked when you told him about your little escapades, liked to recreate them – a better version of them, he insisted, and who were you to deny?
This time, instead of letting your embarrassment get the best of you, you leaned on Kokonoi’s touch.
“We’re not doing anything bad, are we?” you said. “Why would he get jealous of us spending some…”, you licked your lip in a provocative manner, “quality time together?”
Kokonoi lost his smug smile. His eyes quickly went to your lips, before going back to your eyes. And then, he laughed.
Not the reaction you were expecting.
He stopped caressing your cheek, keeping his arm on your backrest, and shook his head.
“Looks like I underestimated you.”
You drank up the rest of your wine, offended that your flirting failed this miserably.
“Are you disappointed?” he asked.
You looked away. He laughed again.
“Don't be, sweetheart. My type is just... really precise.”
He looked sad, as he said that.
“Who are they?” you asked.
He drank a few sips of his wine, eyes on the floor, before finding the courage to answer:
“A friend. She died long ago.”
That was quite gruesome. You didn’t really know what to say. He must have had his fair share of condolences, and you couldn’t say anything that he hadn’t already heard.
“That suck,” you said. “Do you want to talk about her?”
He shook his head, eyes unfocused and glassy.
“Want to gulp down that wine bottle and go on a shopping spree, then?”
And finally, he looked back at you.
“Yeah,” he snorted.
So that’s what you did.

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“No. I can’t accept.”“You were eying if for half an hour and I already paid for it, so it ends up with you, or in a bin.”“It hasn’t been worn; the shop will take it back!”
He scoffed.
“Have you seen the shop? It’s not the kind of place where you just bring back your articles! They’ll laugh at you!”“Give it to someone else, then.”“Just shut up and take it, I bought it for you.”“I can’t wear that! It costs three months of my salary!”“It’s a gift! You’re not supposed to refuse gift!”“Watch me!”
Kokonoi screamed at your stubbornness.
“So it’s like that? I pour my heart and soul into choosing a dress for you, and you betray me?”“Betrayal? That is not betrayal. You ignoring that baby blue suit was a betrayal! You would have looked so good in it!”“I would have looked like a Smurf!”“A sexy Smurf!”“How in hell could a Smurf be sexy?”
Your shopping with Kokonoi was... eventful. Seemed like you had some divergence of opinion about the colour theory. And the price range. And even if having a – platonic, at least for now – Sugar Daddy was pretty great for your budget, it wasn’t for you heart. That dress was cute, and you liked it. On a mannequin. Not in a bag that he would forcefully give you at the end. Plus, the best use you could make of it ended up with it on the floor.
“How long do we have left?” you asked as a diversion.
He looked at his watch.
“Nearly an hour, and we’re done with the clothes. Want to look at the jewels?”“Nah, I'm getting hungry.”“Great, let’s eat!”
He took you hand and led you to an expensive-looking Italian restaurant, called Bella Vida.
“Would we ever have the time to eat in one hour?”, you asked.“They know me.”“Oh, mister’s a regular?”“I’m paying, your broke ass can’t afford any of this.”“Whoa, rude. I can always sell that dress and use the money to pay for the food, you know.”“So now you want the dress?”
People were looking at the both of you weirdly. Maybe because your outfit wasn’t worth a house, or maybe because Kokonoi had his five bodyguards surrounding the table.
“McDonald’s wasn’t expensive enough for you?” you joked.“Too many peasants in the area, I’m afraid.”“How dreadful! All these minimum-wake workers are plaguing the city, a veritable calamity!”
He laughed. A man in a three-pieces suit came running to your table, taking your command before darting away. The food was here in ten minutes, just enough time to joke around, and eaten in half an hour. You hadn’t any place left for dessert, but Kokonoi took a coffee before you went back to the limousine.
“That was fun,” you said on the way back.“It had been a while since I laughed that much,” Koko admitted. “You’re wonderful company. Despite being a broke peasant.”“Me? A broke peasant? Agony!”
You fell on his laps, putting a hand on your forehead in a dramatic fashion. He grinned widely.
“Get up, you dramatic bitch; you’re ruining my million-dollar suit.”
Instead, you made yourself more comfortable. He rolled his eyes, but his hand found its way on your head, that he caressed softly.
“Hmm, continue...”
It felt great, and you were soon dozing off, lids getting heavier with each passing second. He began to hum a lullaby that you didn’t know, and you quickly fell asleep.
He let you sleep, observing your breath slowing down, and the way your eyes fluttered each time the chauffeur took a sharp turn. He knocked on the thin wall to catch the driver’s attention, and told him to drive slower, so you wouldn’t wake up.
It took thirty minutes to get back to Haru’s place, who was already there when the limousine entered. Kokonoi had messaged him to tell him where you were, and Haru was now waiting outside the front door, bouncing on his feet.
Kokonoi shook you awake, pushed you out of the car with a shopping bag and his business card in hands, closed the limousine’s door and immediately rolled away.
Confused and barely awake, you walked to Haru while rubbing your eyes.
“Had fun with Koko?” he smirked at you.“Yeah... He’s nice. He tried to buy me a dress; I said no...”
Haru looked at the shopping bag in your hand, took a look inside and chuckled.
“Looks like he didn't take no for answer.”
You looked inside the bag and groaned in frustration.
“That dick!”
Haru put an arm around your shoulders and looked at you. His eyes were intense, and his pupils were blown wide. Did he take drugs?
“Let’s fuck,” he said.
No drugs, just good old-fashioned need to breed you like a bitch.
“I’ve got too much pent-up energy,” he added, “and I need to blow some steam.”“And fucking me is your first choice to release your frustration?”“Fucking you is my first choice in all situations.”
Good answer; you felt yourself getting aroused at his words. He kissed your temples and led you to his bedroom. He kissed you, tongue fucking your mouth, but before you could push him into the bed, he indicated the shopping bag.
“Why don’t you show me that dress first? I want to fuck you silly in it.”
You hesitated, not wanting to ruin a gift, but Kokonoi wouldn’t mind, right? It’s not like he would know, too. You agreed. Haru grinned, and skipped to his dressing room before coming back with lingerie in hand.
“Put that on too!” he said.
You took the panty, knowing that the neckline of the dress was too low for a bra. It was white, in dentelle, and just opaque enough to hide things. With how wet you were, it would immediately be see-trough...
You smiled and went to the bathroom to put it on.
The dress was a little bit too small for you, hugging your ass and breasts just a little bit too much. Kokonoi had brought it without your measurements, after all, and it would have been suspicious if he had guessed it right.
You looked at yourself in the mirror. More than tight, it was shorter than it should have been, barely covering your ass. The underwear wasn’t visible, thankfully, but if you leaned too much forward, everything would go on display.
“Are you done?” Haru asked from behind the door.“Yeah. It’s one or two size two sma...”
He didn’t let you finish your sentence, barging in.
His eyes followed the curves of your body, lust blazing in his eyes, but he didn’t move from his position.
“Turn around.”
It was an order. You obeyed, already wet from his firm tone.
“What do you mean, too small?” He licked his lips. “It’s just the right size.”
He walked to you, like some kind of predator, eyeing you up and down, and you were so damn turned on...
“Bend,” he said, and you did so.
You heard a deep, guttural chuckle, and felt his hand hovering over the curve of your ass.
“All on display for me, how nice... and you’re already so wet... You like it, don’t you? Being all dolled up, ready to be bend and taken like a common whore...”
You moaned. He wasn’t even touching you yet, and you were already so hot, so needy...
His phone rang.
He growled, but had no choice but to take it out of his pocket and look at the caller...
“It’s Ran,” he said. “Oh, I know... Can you make some pretty sounds for me, baby?”
You nodded – everything, everything as long as he filled you up right here, right then...
He took the call, putting it on speaker and placing his phone on your ached back.
“Sanzu?” Ran called.“Why are you calling? I’m busy.”
And as he said that, he finally put his hands on you. His fingers found their way on your ass, drawing small circles on your clothed skin, and you bit your lip to stop a moan. Displeased, he gave you a light slap on the hip, and you gasped.
“What are you doing?” Ran asked, suspicious.“You should ask who I am doing.”“Fucking god. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
Haru grinned, and carelessly put a finger on your clothed clitoris. You couldn’t stop the moan, this time, and a heavy intake of air answered from Ran’s side.
“What can I say?” Haru provoked.
Your name rolled on his tongue, confirming to Ran who was making these delicious sounds, before he kept on taunting him:
“It would be a crime to keep that pretty mouth shut, don’t you think, Ran? I’ve got sex privileges, I need to use them to their fullest. Isn’t it right, sweetheart?”
He pushed his finger against your pussy...
“Please, Haru, I need more... Haru, please...”
He slapped you ass once more.
“Haru?” he repeated.
Taking the hint despite your hazy mind, you changed tactic:
“Please, master, I need you. I need you in me, master, please...”
He pushed his thumb over your pussy once more, delighted by the moans you were making.
“So, Ran?” he changed subject. “Why did you call me?”
Ran’s voice was stained when he spoke:
“I need to get documents from Kakucho’s.”
He must have been in his office. Sitting at his desk, maybe in public... phone tight against his ear, trying to conceal his panting while he was getting hard from your voice. From your moans and your begging... Pants growing tighter, imagining that he was the one you were begging to, the one caressing your perfect little pussy and provoking all these sounds...
“I can’t bring them to you,” Haru answered the unspoken question. “As you can hear, I’m busy...”
He pushed your panty aside and finally pushed a finger in, making you howl in delight. Ran groaned, and you wanted to arch your back to have more friction, but the phone was in a precarious balance on your hips...
“I’ll come, then,” Ran said.“What a great idea! And if you’re so inclined...”
Haru pushed another finger in.
“We could share a meal.”
And he cut the call.
Then, he pulled his fingers out, and you whined.
“You were perfect, baby,” he praised you. “Since we’ll have a visitor, what do you say of getting ready for him?”
You looked at him, eyes lidded with lust, breath hot.
“Wh... What?”“He’ll be here in thirty to forty minutes,” Haru said. “You still remember our little deal, right?”
You slowly nodded.
“No fucking him if he hasn’t begged me first,” he repeated, doubting your current train of thoughts. “Does it ring a bell?”
You nodded again, more assured this time.
“Great. I say we put on a show for him, baby. You in that tight little dress, hickeys and bite-marks on your tights and chest... And why wouldn’t you serve us a cup of tea in the living room? Bend a bit, the outline of, oh!, a sex toy under your wet see-trough panty... Make him beg me so he could take you on the coffee table...”
The idea made your throat dry.
“Kakucho?” you asked.“Won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. Plenty of time to ruin that dress.”“And if Ran doesn’t take the bait?”
No way you were getting this turned on if you weren’t getting fucked in the end.
“If he doesn’t take the bait, I’ll be the one to bend you over that coffee table. You don’t mind an audience, right?”
And here went all your inhibitions.
“Works for me,” you agreed, and he grinned like never before:“Let’s get you prepared, then.”
He closed the gap between you, gripping your thigh to pull your leg around his waist. You wrapped the second around him, letting him carry you back to the bedroom and unceremoniously throw you on the bed.
He crawled on top of you, kissed your mouth, your jaw, your throat and all the way down to your breast. He licked long stripes of skin, looking at your face, studying your expressions as you tried to press your legs together, slick straining your panty, his legs blocking yours.
He pushed away the straps of your dress, busying himself with sprinkling your skin with hickeys, plenty but who would be barely visible once your dress was back to its normal place... Once he was done with your right breast, he began to work on the left one, biting your areola to let a circular bite-mark around it.
You were grinding against his thigh, searching for friction. Your hands found their way to your pelvis, but before you could do anything he gathered your wrists in one hand and pinned them over your head.
“No no no, no touching. We need that panty thoroughly wet.”“But, Haru...”

He bit down the side of your breast.
“What did I say?” he growled, menacing.“Sorry master,” you yielded. “I need re... release, master. Need you hands on me...”
You felt him smile against your skin, but he pulled off and stood up. You whined again, began to bring your hands down...
“Hands up or your orgasm will wait till either me or Ran take pity of you.”And oh, they weren’t men that pitied easily...
You kept you hands up as he searched for the perfect sex toy. It took him a few minutes, searching for not only the best form to push in you, but also the best form to signal its presence to Ran.
He came back with a dildo, and straddled your waist to show it to you – it was huge, white and in a silicon material that replicated the veins and imperfection of a real dick. Looking at it closely, it was probably a bit smaller and wider than Haru’s...
“What do you say?” he asked.“Whatever suit you, master...”
That pleased him. He put the dildo against you lips as he was grinding on your waist, and you obediently opened you mouth for him to push it in.
The texture was warmer than you thought, but as big as it looked. It was heavy on you tongue, pulling your lips wide around it, and pushed just right in the back of your throat – not yet provoking a gag reflex, but...
Haru pushed it deeper, forcing your throat to accommodate the foreign presence. He carefully watched the light bump in your throat, absolutely delighted to see you so wrecked.
He pulled it out, letting you take a few big breaths before pushing it again, a little bit further; and again, and again, and again. He didn’t restrain your hands, letting you the possibility to stop him if it was too much, but so far you took it like a good little whore... his good little whore.
He pulled the dildo out of your mouth and pulled you into a deep kiss. His tongue explored your mouth like it owned it and in your needy mind it was the case.
“Mine,” he growled in your mouth. “Mine, mine, MINE!”
And you couldn’t articulate, but the moans you were making sounded awfully like ‘yours’.
He pulled out, a string of saliva linking you together, and observed you for a short while.
You were panting, eyes barely open, so beautifully needy. Your hands were still up, pulling your breast up in the air as you were searching for more contact with him, tights grinding together for friction.
“My master piece,” he said before standing up and finding his rightfully place between your legs, leaving a line of kisses in your inner tight.
You wrapped your legs around his shoulders, pulling him closer, the dress riding up on your hips.
You were so, so wet for him... Your panty was completely soaked, so soaked that it let slick, slimy lines on his face as you grinded against him.
He put a sharp hand on your hip and pushed you back in the bed, jaws snapping close to your pelvis as a warning.
“Please please please, I need you in, master please I need you...”“You’re being a bother, baby. If you continue, I’ll need to punish you.”
But you couldn’t wait anymore, and your hips were nearly vibrating against his hand...
“So be it,” he said.
He went back to straddling your waist, this time back to you, and pulled your panty aside. The view made his mouth water, and he let a small blob of drool fall from his tongue and onto your cunt. Grinning, he fingered it inside of you, before taking back the dildo and covering it in lube.
“Since you’ve displeased your master,” he said in a low, dangerous voice, “you can forget taking him in.”
You whined.
“And since you’re such a needy slut, you’ll have to take this dildo without preparation...”
He waited a few seconds, waiting for consent before acting on his threat.
“O... Orange,” you managed to mutter.
He then waited some more, kissing your tights and belly, licking your skin and covering you in drool as a proof that you were is.
“Green...” you said after a few minutes.“Good little slut,” he went back to role.
He put the tip of the dildo against your pussy, and pushed it in. It felt just like it looked – wide. The fake veins hit just right, and you moaned when he kept on with the momentum. His push was slow and steady, unchanged by the walls of your pussy tightening and relaxing against the intrusion. He was just like a machine, and his hand kept your hips from moving on the dildo to chase your own pleasure.
Eventually, he bottomed out. Your legs were spread wide on the sheets, and he could see your vagina pulsating around the dildo, pulling it further into you. The base protruded between your labia, a sweet view that would definitely entice anyone seeing it.
“It’s wide...” you muttered. “It’s too wide...”“What are you talking about? There’s no such thing as too wide... It fits perfectly in you, sweetheart. Fills you so well for me...”“I want to cum...”“Oh but you will. When I’ll tell you to.”
The tip of the dildo didn't kiss your cervix like Haru’s dick could, and you were left needing more. The form was great, wide enough to spread you past your limits without hurting you too much, but the dildo barely brushed against your g-spot... It was torture.
Haru pulled your panty back up. You groaned in frustration – now that the dildo was in you, the base was keeping your panty out of your clitoris, depriving you from any friction.
Haru laughed at your misery, and began to form hickeys along the top of your tights, where it would be covered by the dress once you would put it back down. His tongue lapped at your panty, causing the bare minimum friction on your clitoris, edging you further and further without letting you orgasm...
Then, he stood up, turned you around like a ragdoll, and straddle your tights, forcing your legs closed. In that position, the dildo seemed even wider, pulling a scream out of you at the sudden sensation.
Haru rolled your dress even higher, completely exposing your ass, and leaned forward on it. His hot breath put your skin in fire, and you knew what was coming.
You felt his fingers slipping into your panty, hovering over your clitoris. You were about to beg him for release when he finally touched your clit, simultaneously biting the plump of your ass, just over your tight.
You screamed, coming apart all over the dildo, come squirting out of you, damping your panty and Haru’s fingers, and he never stopped playing with your clit. Your vision filled with black spot, your whole body vibrating from the orgasm.
He helped you ride out your orgasm, making it last until you were spent and overstimulated.
Then, he stood up again, turning you around to have a better view of you.
If you were panting before all that, you were now in a state of overstimulation that made you puff, eyes lidded and body still vibrating. Your toes were curled up, knees pressed together and hands up but trembling. Your breasts were out of the dress, covered in bite-marks, nipples hard, and your cunt was fully exposed by your white, wet, see-trough panty, the outline of the dildo perfectly obvious in the middle of your fold.
What a beautiful view...
He whistled proudly at your state, but it still needed something... the cherry on top, he would have dared calling it.
He opened the zipper of his pant, pulling down his underwear to free his cock, and placed you on your hands and knees. You trembling arms were useless, and you immediately fell face first on the mattress, which made him chuckle and his dick twitched in his hand at the realization that he was the one who put you in that state.
“Close these tights, slut,” he spat.
You obeyed, bringing your tights together. The dildo was becoming uncomfortable as you came back from your high, and keeping your tights closed made your pussy tighter, stretching you painfully around the silicon.
But Haru did not care about all that.
He climbed on top of you, chest against your back, pelvis pressed flush against yours, and slid his dick between your tights.
You were too tired to say anything, just taking any friction you could take, and let him do as he wanted. His pace was frenetic, rubbing his dick all over your tights and panty, sometimes thrusting against the dildo to make you moan. He was chasing his own orgasm and you were nothing more than his own personal sex toy.
It was delicious. You were incapable of thinking, so fulfilled and numb all over that you were simply lost in bliss. What a good little sex toy you were, all pliant and perfect around him...
He bit your nape as he came all over your tights, painting your skin in sperm to mark his territory. You were his, his, and if Ran wanted a taste, he would have to beg for it.
He pulled out of you, carefully putting you in exposition on your back.
“You okay?” he asked.
You weakly nodded, ecstasy covering your features. He grinned, and began to gather his semen with his fingers. He forced your jaw open – not that you were against him or had any strength to fight back – and fingered it inside your mouth.
You gulped it down, letting him ‘hide’ the evidence while keeping enough traces on your tights to be sure that Ran would see them. Some semen dropped from his fingers, landing on your cleavage and dress, and he let it there.
Once it was done, he put your dress back in place on your breasts, on you ass, and clothed himself back on. There was a damp spot on his tight, and his face was glistening with your slick – what a view he was!
He let you on your own to clean his face.
The doorbell ran across the house, and he came back in the bedroom.
“Let’s not keep out visitor waiting,” he said with a sadistic smile.

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As soon as Haru opened the door, Ran’s eyes were on you.
He studied you face, still glistening with sweat and saliva, noticed the little spots of semen on the corner of your swollen lips, the way your pupils were still dilated with ecstasy.
Then, his eyes followed the curve of your throat, discerning some fading bite marks, one or two hickeys that looked older... His eyes fell on the birth of your breasts, fresh marks barely covered by the neck line of that sweet little dress you were wearing... His eyes focused on a white spot, not yet dried off, splattered across the valley of your breast and the black fabric that covered you.
His nails dug into his palm and he bit his tongue to prevent himself from just jumping on you like a dog in heat. You were pressed against Sanzu, arms linked around his with his hand on your hip. The both of you would have looked like a happily married couple in a 70’s TV show, if you hadn’t looked so completely ruined. Ran’s eyes wandered lower, as the bulge in his pant kept on growing.
The dress was tight around your hips, embracing your curves in a sinful way that would have had its place in a pornographic movie. He bit his tongue at the low cut, showing your tights sprinkled in semen, bite marks and hickeys... low cut that would be perfectly fitted for him to hook his hands under the fabric and...
He bit his tongue, hard, to stop himself. He would not beg Sanzu. You were pretty, a true sex symbol, but Ran was a prideful man. He would not beg Sanzu. He would carve your image in his memory and masturbate to it later, when he would be alone and crave you; but he would not beg.
Your legs were trembling, he noticed. That must have been the reason why you were wrapped so tight around Sanzu’s arm – just a need for balance, he told himself. Not a sign of affection, just a need for balance.
“So,” Sanzu eventually talked. “What kind of documents do you need?”
Ran’s eyes could not be kept out of you, and the three of you were perfectly aware of that fact.
“Sweetheart?” Sanzu turned to you. “Could you prepare us some coffee? Wait for us in the living room when you’re done.”
You nodded, not yet trusting yourself with talking, and carefully let go of his arm. Your knees buckled but his hand on your hip prevented you from falling.
“Oh, sweetheart. Are you okay? You seem a bit out of it, do you have any fever?”
He put his free hand on your forehead to check your temperature, and you pouted at his antics. You carefully found back your balance, and he let go of your hip.
Ran watched you walking away, as assured as a new-born fawn taking his first steps. You took hold of the wall to stay upright and your dress rode up a bit, revealing a bite-mark on the plump of your ass, and a jolt of electricity shot to his dick.
When you disappeared in the kitchen, he turned back to Sanzu, who had a mad grin on his face. He waited for a comment to make him jealous, but Sanzu played the oblivious card.
“Do you think it’s a cold?” he asked sweetly.
Ran grinned his teeth.
“Let’s get the documents,” he said.
In the kitchen, you were painfully bended over the countertop. Porno made walking with a dildo look easy, but it wasn’t, at least not when you were still sensible all over and had to tighten your vagina to keep it in. The dildo felt like it was fucking mating you when you were still, and splitting you open when you were walking, even with small steps.
You were waiting for the coffee machine to finish, and had your hands in your panty, fidgeting with the dildo to try and find a more comfortable angle, but the only thing you were managing was stimulating yourself and turning you on all over again.
You looked up at the coffee machine – it was done. Sighing in defeat, you pushed the dildo pack in its initial position, surprisingly the best one, gasping when the base hit your pelvis once again, and pulled the cups on their matching plates while trying to control the trembling of your hands.
You gathered spoons, sugar, milk and cream on a tray, some scones to go with, put the cups and plates on it, and made yourself a cold drink to rehydrate yourself. Once the drinks were ready, you readied yourself, took it firmly in hand and began to walk to the living room.
It was torture. Trying to keep the cups from tilting, while taking small steps, while clenching all your muscles to keep the dildo in when it was so fucking wide and painful and pleasurable... You had to make stops every five steps, putting the tray down on the furniture to take a deep breath and fight down your will to just roll on your back in the middle of the hallway and use that dildo to fuck yourself stupid.
When you arrived to the living room, they were already seated, at opposite side of the small table. Haru looked like a king on his throne, facing the door, while Ran had his back to you but could clearly hear you shaky steps.
You walked past him, pussy clenching against the dildo with so much desperation that you were panting, and leaned forward to put the tray down.
He gasped.
You looked up at Haru – he looked back at you with proudness, and your pussy tightened under his gaze.
“Fuck,” Ran cursed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck...”
He leaned forward, hand reaching for your bend body, lust oozing off him, but a voice cut him:
“Here, sweetheart. Give mister Haitani his cup and come sit with me.”
Haru patted his tights in invitation as Ran slumped backward. His bulge was straining his pant, but he crossed his legs to hide it a bit – useless move, but he wouldn’t admit the effect you had on him until he could have you.
You gave Ran his cup, fingers brushing against his and making his jaw clench, before taking yours and Haru’s cup and carefully walking to him.
Now that everybody in the room knew you had a dildo in you, keeping it in was even harder. You were getting wet again, and the dildo was slowly sliding out of you, no matter how hard you were clenching around it. Concentrating on the wrong thing, your foot caught on the carpet. You lost your balance, managed to put Haru’s hot coffee down, but your drink wasn’t this lucky, the cold liquid flying out of the glass and landing all over Haru’s tight. You fell on your knees just after, ass up in the air for anyone to see.
Ran groaned. Haru gasped at the cold liquid staining his suit, and his hand caught on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. He looked angry for a second, but his eyes went to yours and you could see an idea popping up in your head.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, caressing the side of your head. “Did you get hurt?”
The dildo had moved during your fall, and was now pressing firmly against a painful spot, so you nodded with tears in your eyes.
“Oh no... Here, show me where you’re hurt. I’ll make it better.”
Haru expected you to show him the palm of your hands, or your knees. He wanted to put on a show, kiss and lick it better in front of Ran. He didn’t expect you to sit on the table, legs open for him, and roll up your dress to expose your pussy.
“It hurts,” you cried out. “It hurts so much...”
It took him every last bit of willpower and sanity he had not to fuck you senseless on the spot. Instead, he leaned forward and put his hands on your cheeks to dry your tears with his thumbs.
Ran was groaning in frustration, knowing exactly what was happening but having no view whatsoever.
“Tell me exactly where it hurts, baby,” Haru said. “I need to know to make you fell better.”“It hurts inside... It really hurts. Can... Can you kiss it better? Please, I’ve been good and it hurts so much...”“I don’t know, baby. I don’t think that mister Haitani would like it.”
He looked over your shoulder, right to Ran who was fighting to keep his dick in his pant. You twisted a bit to look at him, exposing your wet cheeks, glassy eyes, and trembling lips.
“Please, mister Haitani,” you pleaded. “It hurts so much...”
How could he say no, when you were looking at him with these eyes and using that small, pitiful voice?
“Do as your wish,” he said, like he had actually some impact on what the two of you were doing.“Thank you, mister Haitani,” you said.
Haru got on his knees in front of you, and began to kiss you trough your panty. You arched your back, hips meeting his mouth, a whimper escaping your lips at this new, soft behaviour. His hands went up to keep your legs open wide, caressing your tights.
Behind you, you heard the sound of a zipper, and Ran’s heavy pants.
Haru hooked your legs over his shoulders, and his fingers traced their way down to your pelvis. He pushed your panty out of the way, finally kissing your skin, and covered you in floppy, wet kisses.
Suddenly, his fingers caught on the dildo and pulled it out. You moaned, wet sounds coming from behind your back, and he pushed it back immediately. The tip hit that painful spot and you screamed in pain, pussy clenching around the dildo and pushing it even further into the spot.
Haru looked up in panic, checking if you were okay, but despite the sobs he could feel your slick running off your pussy, down your pelvis, rolling over your anus and pooling under you. You were ruined by overstimulation, the lower part of the dildo sliding out by itself.
You had just orgasmed from that painful thrust?
How interesting...
“Green,” you whispered between two sobs, too low for Ran to hear. “Green.”
His smile widened.
“Oh, baby? Did it hurt? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to... Here, let me help...”
He let go of your panty, that went back to uselessly cover your pussy. He stood up on his knees, hugging you tightly. You understood too late that he had just lined his hip bone with the dildo, and he gave a sharp thrust. The dildo dug back into you, making you scream again, but this time he didn’t stop and kept on hammering you.
“That’s what you get for staining my suit,” he growled in your ear. “You fucking slut, so fucking useless. You’re nothing but a hole for me to play with, aren’t you not? How dare you. Take it. Take it like the whore you are.”
Your arms found their way around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder as he thrust the dildo into you before it slid out by itself, and then again, and again, and again, restless.
You were a mess. Tears were rolling down your cheeks, overstimulation shaking your whole body as you kept on whimpering in both pain and pleasure.
You came again, the dildo pushed deep inside you, pain rolling trough your body like thunder. Haru groaned into your ear, hips coming to a stop and his arms tensing around you – behind you, you could hear Ran coming close to release.
Haru didn’t let him the time to.He stood up and looked down at you.
“What will I do with you now, whore? Look at what you’ve done.”
He put his crotch in front of your face – his hip was covered in your slick, tight still wet with your spilled drink, and an obvious spot just in front of your eyes told you that he had come into his pant.
He bowed down, took your ankles and raised your legs up in the air.
“Look at this... What a useless piece of lingerie. You ruined that too, didn’t you? You don’t deserve such nice things.”
He took it off you with force, and threw it on the table.
“And that dildo... Sex toys shouldn’t get sex toys. Let’s take that out too.”
He pulled it out in one go, the walls of your pussy weakly tightening to fight it and keep it in. He looked at the glistening dildo, and put it on the side of your jaw:
“I bet you played with it when I wasn’t looking, you nasty little slut. You were so full, and it wasn’t even enough for that needy little cunt, right?”
He swiped the dildo on the back of your dress to clean it, and put it down on the table before putting your legs on his shoulder and pushing your back on the table.
“And that fucking pussy...” he groaned. “So fucking useless, now. Look at it, bitch.”
He put two fingers into you easily, palping your walls without a care as you were panting under him.
“It’s gaping. It feels so fucking empty. You need something to fill you up, right? You need to be filled every hour of the day, filled with my tongue and my dick and my cum... You can’t just stay empty, can you? You fucking cocksleeve.”
He found that overstimulated painful spot and pushed against it. You tried to close your legs, but he gripped you throat as a warning and pushed even strongly into you.
“Look what you did to mister Haitani.”
You arched your back, trying to catch a glimpse of Ran despite your blurry vision. He was still masturbating, eyes focused entirely on you, heavy pants echoing in the room and into your core.Haru’s fingers then pinched the spot, and you howled.
The thrusting sound abruptly stopped, Ran groaning in pleasure.
“One man isn't enough for you, huh? You need to have all your little holes filled to the brim, pumped full of seeds at the same time... Don’t you have something to say to mister Haintani, now?”
You raised a hand over your head, fingers reaching for Ran, small whimpers pleading him to finally break down and take you...
“Please, Ran,” you whimpered helplessly.
His name in your mouth was enough to make him hard again. He looked ready to crack, eying at Haru with pupils blown wide by the lust, but he held up.
“And you think you deserve a second dick after the mess you made?” he said instead.
You groaned in defeat, Haru clicking his tongue.
“Well well well, you heard him. Plus, we have other things to do. Just... stay still and keep your mouth shut.”
He let go of your legs, but pulled you off the table as he sat back on his seat. He sat you on his tight, opened his zipper, pulled down his underwear and then positioned your empty pussy over his dick.
“Color?” he whispered in your ear.
He hooked up your dress to put you on display for Ran. You thought for a second... You were obviously prepared to take him, but without a condom? Well, you were on birth control, and the both of you had made all necessary tests to insure you both were safe...
“Green.”
He grinned and put you down on his dick, bottoming out with ease.
You put your hands on his tights to keep your balance, but didn’t move. If he wanted you to, he would make you bounce himself.
Now, you could see Ran clearly. His cock was still out, an appealing view that you would have liked in your mouth, and he was looking right at you, lips opened to breath easier, but jaw clenched tight to stay silent.
You were opened for him to see, legs dangling on each side of Haru’s tights, impaled on his cock and covered in slick, come, bite-marks and hickeys; and you were the kind of holy view he wanted immortalized in stained glass and put on display in a church.Maybe he would have been religious, if he had learned to pray to your image.
“What were we talking about?” Haru asked innocently.
Ran had trouble answering.
“Organization,” he muttered. “For Mochi’s anniversary. Didn’t Koko come here to explain?”“Was he supposed to? He spent the day with this good little whore, playing Sugar Daddy, and disappeared as soon as he was done. He must have forgotten... That pussy is a great distraction, after all. The dress is his idea, by the way.”
He let his hands roam over your ribs.
“He took a size too small on purpose, I guess. Couldn’t deprive himself from the view.”
Ran’s eyes returned on your figure, roaming on your body, desperately looking away from where Haru and you were linked. You hoped he would crack.
“Mochi and his wife will be gone for the week-end” he managed to gulp, “from Friday noon to Monday morning. Koko and Akashi’s house will be child-proofed before then, and Koko will use your guest room for the week-end so Kakucho can sleep at his place. Works for you?”“I guess.”
He put a hand inside the neckline of your dress, playing with your nipple.
“When is the weekend?” he asked.“In two weeks.”“Great, plenty of time to fuck this slut on all the furniture of the bedroom Kokonoi will use. Your scent will be all over the place, like some kind of aphrodisiac...”
He pinched your nipple and you gasped. His other hand went around your throat, pressing but not enough to suffocate you.
“I said not a sound,” he growled. “And I mean it.”
He gave a thrust of his hip, and you let another sound. His hand tensed over your throat, cutting the air for a few seconds.
“Not a fucking sound, slut. Sextoys don’t make sound.”
He looked around, a frown on his face.
“Any idea to block that fucking throat?” he asked Ran.
You looked at him, mouth open, hinting at what you wanted... His dick thrusting into your throat, deep enough to stop you from making more than small moans for the few days to come. His dick against your skin, hot and needy and proving that he wanted you, pistoled into your pussy to show that you wanted him too...
His dick was uncomfortably hard over his stomach, and yet he made no move to stand up and come to you.
“That dildo will have to do,” he said.
You whined. You didn’t want a dildo, you wanted him! But Haru bended down, pushing you with him and forcing his cock even more into you, picked up the discarded dildo, and pushed it in your mouth.
You tried to protest, for the show, but he didn’t let you the time to. He untied his tie, and wrapped it around your jaw to force you to keep that dildo into your mouth. You trashed around, hoping that a bratty attitude would make Ran crack since the ‘submissive partner’ and ‘good slut’ acts hadn’t worked, and Haru gave another strong thrust to shut you down.
His cock rammed into your cervix – for the first time without latex in between – and you would have moaned in delight, but the dildo was firmly in your throat and blocking any sound.
Haru immediately stilled, keeping himself deep into you but not acting on it.
“No pleasure for brats,” he spat. “Ran, did we have think planned for that week-end?”“N... none.”
You tried to push yourself up to bounce on his cock, but Haru stopped you again.
“Should we stay around, in case something happens?”“I... don’t think that will be necessary. Takeomi planned to put nannies in reinforcement.”“We’ll need background checks on every single one of them. What’s the program to keep the kids busy?”“TV, baking, some games...”“And if they are... disobedient?”
Another thrust. Your mouth was wet, drool gathering around the dildo and running down your chin. Your eyes went to the back of your head, feeling your cervix being forced to accommodate his length...
“Well... we’ll need to punish them.”
Ran’s voice was strained.
He was near. Just a little bit more, and he’ll crack and ask...
“I think we’ve been trough all the details,” he said quickly, standing up. “I’ll just take the documents and go back to the office. Call me in case of need.”
And he ran outside.
Your mouth would have been gaping if it hadn’t been filled with a dildo that locked your jaws open.
Haru exploded with laugher, uncaring, like he wasn’t buried inside of you.
“Oh fuck, the audacity!”
You groaned, pushing your ass against his pelvis to bring his attention back to you. He thrust back, before pulling out. You hit his tight, but he put you knees on the ground, chest on the table – just in the pool of slick you had left a few minutes prior – and looked at you with a smile.
“Well, his loss for missing out the fun. I did say that I would fuck you stupid on that table, didn’t I?”
That’s what you were talking about!
He raised your dress up your ass and entered you in one thrust, immediately ramming into you, penis forcing onto your cervix. One hand went up to untie his tie and push the dildo further into your throat, the other finding a way around your hips to serve as cushion so you wouldn’t get hurt on the corner of the table.
And Haru thrust, thrust, thrust, your walls barely clenching around him after so many orgasms. That didn’t deter him – actually, it seemed to motivate him even more.
He put one of your legs up on the table, changing angle to go even further, and gave a thrust so powerful that it pushed you over the edge without notice. He pulled the dildo out at that moment, letting you scream out your pleasure.
Jaws clenched, he kept a steady pace of small hips movement to make your orgasm last longer, before stilling.And kissing you.
“You’ve been so good, baby,” he purred against your mouth. “Such a good job... I’m proud of you, you did so great...”
He kissed you jaw, your cheeks, your lids and nose, covering your face in little kisses before going back to your lips.
“Where do you want me to cum?” he asked softly.
He was still deep inside of you, unmoving... You were pretty safe with your UID and the pills you both began to take ever since you two got together, but you weren’t really ready for that step yet.
“Ha... Haven’t you said you would ruin my dress?”
He grinned, pulled off, wrapped a hand around his dick and finished off on the back of your dress.
“And here’s the final masterpiece,” he smiled when he helped you get back on your feet.
You could barely stand. He took you in his arms, gathered the dildo and your p...
“Your panty is gone,” he noticed.
You looked up to him, realizing that Ran fucking stole your soaked panty just under your nose. Well against yourself, you exploded with laughter.
The fucking audacity!

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Ran parked in the office’s parking lot and immediately pulled down his pants and boxer. His windows were tinted, and nobody was around anyway.
He pulled your panty out of his pocket.
With the show you and Sanzu had just put on for him, this panty was becoming a family heirloom.
He hesitated. He wanted nothing more than to bring it to his face, inhale your scent and have a taste before humping it, but it would be a fucking breach of consent.
Okay, he had stolen it – but it was just to get back at you! You had been there, taunting him like some kind of succubus; he had to have his revenge, even as small as that.
His phone pinged. He groaned, discarded the panty on the passenger seat and took out his phone...
A photo?From Sanzu?
He opened it, eyes narrowing down, expecting a photo of you, Sanzu thrusting into you or having just done so.
You weren’t in the photo.
It was just a photography of your ruined dress, carefully put in evidence on what seemed to be Sanzu’s bed... Ruined all the way – drool, slick and semen on the neck line, slick and semen on the bottom, long stripes of semen covering its back...
A short text message followed:

You can ruin the panty, but I get to ruin the rest...

He wasn’t talking about the dress anymore, but Ran caught the other meaning... He was allowed to use your panty. He had both yours and Sanzu’s consent to do so.
He fumbled around the car to find it back, accidentally hitting the klaxon. He found it, took it to his nose and inhaled as deeply as he could.
It smelled like you. It had your odour, that honey-trap scented fragrance that made his mind buzz in pleasure.
He took his dick in hand and immediately began to masturbate.
Flashbacks of your shaky legs, of your bended form, that panty so see-trough that the dildo in you was in full display... How, how you fought to keep it in as you walked around, how you fell and whined in pain, how he wanted to be the one licking you out, kissing you better, impaling you on a silicon cock – no. You needed a real cock, something that pulsed with life and could fill you up and make you beg to be bred...
God, you were a fucking curse.
That sinful dress was a curse, that big dildo was a curse, even that damn panty was a curse! Fuck Sanzu! Fuck Sanzu for finding you before Ran could, for fucking you before Ran could, for being a possessive little fucker that wanted Ran to beg to take you.
You were your own person, right? He knew you wanted him, and he knew he wanted you – but no, Sanzu was being a bitch and he had to get on his knees and beg to have you.
Ran gave the fabric a tentative lick. It was still wet, but beginning to dry off. What a shame...
His movements grew sloppy, his mind filled with haze as his pace peeked, mind filled with images of you, you, YOU.
He came into his hand, shaking from his orgasm and keeping your panty on his face.
Oh, if only he wasn’t such a prideful man, he thought while opening his eyes, and if only Sanzu wasn’t such a dick...

Kokonoi was spread on his sheets, browsing the new trends and laughing at some designer ‘innovative’ style when a notification popped up.
Unknown number.
It must have been you.
He opened the text –

Hi Mister Rich Dude!

New messages came flopping in after this one:

Thanks for the day, it was really fun

If you’re free sometimes, what do you think of continuing our show?

I need to know what's happening next

Oh, it’s me by the way

‘Me’

Fuck

I'm dumb

You think everybody calls me Mister Rich Dude?

Dunno

They should

He laughed at your antics, but answered your proposition:

TV dates work for me

Dates?

As in dates?

Platonic of course

Can’t be with a peasant

Ouch

I’m hurt

A new notification popped up – from Sanzu, this time. He went to the conversation.
Sanzu had send a photo of you, bare back to the camera, under his sheets, visibly looking at your phone.

So you gave your number?

Trying to get some pussy?

What the fuck is wrong with you

We’re talking about a TV show

Sad.

Thanks for the dress, by the way

You're welcome

I guess

Two size too small, the view was awesome

You should have stuck around to see it

Too bad it won’t be worn again, though

Why couldn’t it be worn again?

Wait no

I don’t want your answer

Don’t you fucking dare

Too late, Sanzu had already send a photo – the completely ruined dress, very explicit explanation of the use you had of it.

Fuck you Sanzu

That shit was expensive

Plus, you looked like you really wanted to wear it...

Well

You’ll just have to buy a new one

Kokonoi didn’t answer. He came back to the chat he was having with you, much more interesting, to fix a date for your TV-show marathon.
His minds wandered back to the photography. Did you know that Sanzu sent it to him? Did you ask him to? He knew you were interested in him, but you looked like you had dropped the case once he had mentioned Akane...No, no, he bet you didn’t know.

Sanzu sent me a photo of the dress

Now, analysing your reaction.

Oh fuck

He wanted me to sent it to you

I said no

Didn’t think he would do it instead

Sorry about that

That was Sanzu alright.

Do you want me to talk to him about that?

No

It’s alright

I just wanted to see you in it

You know

For our next shopping trip

And a small, intrusive voice in his head proceed to explain to him, in detail, that he could still see you in that dress – only not in public.
He turned his phone off.
Now he was horny.
Nice job.
He sighed, stood up, chose a comfortable outfit and went out.
Seems like he needed some sex.
The intrusive thought came back, and he pushed it away to the back of his mind. You were attractive, okay, and maybe he would have liked to have sex with you...
But you were in a relationship with Sanzu, and strangely, the relation was working. It has been a month since you were together, and Sanzu had never seen someone for more than a week before.
Kokonoi knew you were an open couple – hard not to know when Sanzu was trying to get Ran to fuck you – but that doesn’t mean he could barge in, fuck you himself and then disappear of your life.
He hasn’t fallen in love since Akane – the inner voice tried to push another name forward – and didn’t think he would ever. You didn’t need someone that would only come to you when he’s sex-deprived, right?
So the prostitutes it was.
(No matter how much he wanted to ruin that dress even more.)

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

You were sitting on Haru’s laps, on a sofa, playing videogames on his Switch as he was watching, leaving kisses on your shoulder.
“We have that work party, next Saturday,” he said. “Do you want to come?”“Wait a minute...”
You saved, put the game in pause and put the console down.
He still didn’t know that you knew he was in illegal business.
“Can you hold on to that thought?” you asked him. “I need to talk to you of something else before.”“Okay...”
He made a suspicious face, but let you talk:
“You told me you were in, like, debts and deals when we had our first date, remember?”“Yeah...”“I know it's not the whole truth.”
His hold on your waist tightened.
“And that’s perfectly fine with me, as long as I’m not put in danger.”
You forced your head back to look at him:
“What?” he said.“I said that I don’t care what you do on your business hours, sweetheart. I just don’t want to know or do anything that would put me in danger. Which is why I didn’t tell you sooner that I knew you lied about the legality of your job.”“Oh... I...”
You turned, wrapping your legs around his waist, and pressed a short kiss on his lips.
“Thanks,” he eventually told you when he found the word. “I thought you would be afraid, if I told you.”“Oh, no, don’t get me wrong, I am afraid. But you’re nice, respect my boundaries, you never did anything to hurt me...”“Without your consent.”“... without my consent, yes, so I see no reason to be afraid of you. Can’t say the same about being afraid for you, though.”
His gaze softened.
“Yeah, that’s kind of a dangerous business.”“Do I need to be mentally ready, you know, if there’s an accident?”“I guess you have. But I’m strong, you know? I've been in that business since I was young, and, well, I’m still here. But if something happens... I’m sorry in advance. I don’t want to cause you pain, but...”“That’s alright. I know what you mean. But if anything happens to me, know that I’ll be out of here. If I’m put at risk, if my family or friends are put at risk, I just can’t stay.”“I... understand.”
He looked a bit sad. You had never seen him sad.
“That doesn’t mean I’ll make you choose between your job and me, Haru. You like doing it, don’t you? You like your co-workers, at least a little, and you like working for your boss Mikey...”“You know his name?”“Kokonoi let it slip. The thing is, I won’t force you to choose. I don’t like it that much to be honest, but if doing that makes you happy, I respect that.”
He smiled, and pulled you into a hug.
“Thanks.”“That being said, I helped Kakucho find your drug stash when you were gone.”“What!”
He pushed you away, and looked at you in mock-betrayal.
“You did that? I trusted you! I trusted you with my life and that’s how you repay me!”“Calm your overdramatic ass. He said it was starting to annoy your boss.”“Oh.”“Plus, I need you in a good mental state when you’re with me.”“Hey! I don’t take pills when I'm with you!”
You smiled – he was just where you wanted him to be. You straddled his hips and put your arms on his shoulders:
“So... I just need to see you more often for you to stop taking them altogether?”
He opened his mouth to argue, but you pressed your hips against his dick and his remark melted on his tongue.
“Hmm?” you baited. “Did I say anything wrong?”“You’re just a needy whore, you know that?”“And you love me for that.”
He hummed in agreement and took possession of your mouth.
“About that party...” you said between two kisses.“What about it?”“Do you think it’s safe for me to be there?”“Just a little thing between the executives.”“Who?”“Top men. It’s safe. Mochi’s bringing his wife and kids.”“Oh, the terrific triplets?”“Hmm-hmm... I want you to come.”
You gave a playful slap to his tight for the double meaning, and he just grinned.
“I’ll come, then. Can’t let you alone around kids.”“What do you mean? I’m a pro at taming brats.”
You giggled. His hands found their way under your shirt, hot against your skin.
“What do you say of bringing that argument to the bedroom?” you proposed.“Hmm... Talking about kids in the bedroom?”
He carried you to the bedroom. You met Kakucho on the way, who acted like you weren’t making out against a wall just in front of him, and eventually stumbled onto Haru’s bed, giggles filling the room.
“You would love for him to fuck you too, huh?” Haru teased you. “Two hot businessmen, taking turn filling you up...”“Can’t say I would mind, but I only have one on my hands right now, and I would like him to be more bite and less bark.”“Hmm, puppy play? You make a pretty good bit...”“Oh, shut up!”
He looked at you with a grin:
“Wanna do something new?”“Handcuffs?”“Well, that would works too, after so long talking about it... but I was thinking of something else... Let me show you?”
You nodded, and he took you to another room, just next to his bedroom. You hadn’t been in yet, but knew that was where he kept most of his toys...
You thought it was a storage.
It wasn’t.
It was a fucking sex room, filled with machines and benches and things you didn’t even know could be used for sex.
“Whoaa...”
And you were thinking you were making some pretty fast progress in the BDSM department. There were still so many more things to try...
Haru pulled you to a bench. There was one big rectangular cushion, with smaller ones around: two over each of the narrow sides of the bigger one.
“That’s a spanking bench,” Haru told you. “Thorax on the big cushion, arms over here, knees down there...”“You want to spank me?”“No, no, not yet...”“Haru, don’t lie to me...”“I mean, maybe? You liked getting hurt with that dildo, yesterday; maybe you would try pain play again? We can find something else, if you don’t want to. Handcuffs do sound good to me, or we could use that bench any other way...”
You clasped your hand around his jaw and forced him to look at you:
“Haru, I want to try it.”“You do?”“Of course, I do. Is there a hand side, or...”
He pulled you against him and pushed his tongue into your mouth like his life depended of it.
“Gosh, you’re so fucking perfect...” he told you when he let go.
He pulled your shirt over your head, kissing each of your breast, pulled down your pants and panty and helped you on the bench.
“Do you want to get strapped to the bench?” he asked.“Let’s do that. I’ll tell you the colour if anything’s wrong, okay?”“God, I love you.”
The both of your froze on the spot.
That wasn’t the way either of you wanted that to go, but you started to laugh.
“Your sense of timing is top notch!”“Shut up, that wasn’t planned.”“I love you too, dummy. Come here and kiss me!”
He obeyed, kneeling in front of you to cover your face in kisses. You tried to do the same, but your movements were already well restricted, and all you could do was give in to his soft touches.
“I love you,” he repeated. “I love you, I love you...”“I love you,” you answered. “I bet I love you more.”
He stood up, mouth agape:
“No way.”“Yes way.”“You do know that I’m a competitive man, right?”“Oh, are you?”
You were strapped on a spanking bench. The timing was truly terrible, but hey! you and Haru never signed up for the traditional package.
“Are you doubting my feelings, love?” he asked.“And what if I am?”“Then, I’ll have to take some more... drastic measures to prove them.”
He finished to strap you down on the bench, before walking away. You tried to look back to see what he was doing, but couldn’t. He came back after a few seconds, and found his place between your open legs, bare pelvis aligned just right against your cunt, tip of his cock brushing your pussy.
He leaned forward, chest brushing against your back, and whispered into your ears:
“I’ll first need to punish you for doubting me, love. Then, what do you say of me fucking you into admitting that I, indeed, love you more?”“Show me your love, then...”
He smiled, took a step back and admired the view before doing anything.
You were fully nude, strapped to that bench just right, legs parted and cunt exposed... Your pussy was already wet, pink and needy – but now was not the time to fill it up.
He brought his hand down on your ass.
You gasped at the sharp pain, but it had already melted into pleasure as he kept his hand on your skin and slightly squeezed it.
“Feel the love, dove?” he joked.“I don’t know, babe... It wasn’t that obvious...”
He slapped the other cheek, stronger this time. Your gasp turned into a soft cry, and your pussy clenched around nothing.
“And now?”“S... Starting to feel it...”“Good.”
He gave you another spank, and then another, and another, fascinated by the way your soft skin was slowly turning red under his hits. Your pussy clenched at each hit, buzzing with pleasure, and when he began to hit already sensitive zones, you were screaming in both pain and pleasure.
“Love you,” he said when he let you rest.
His hands softly massaged your ass, chasing the pain away, and you were panting under him. Slick was slowly dripping off your pussy, proof that these hits had only aroused you more, and Haru felt proudness swell in his chest.
“You’re doing great, love. Taking it all so well, so perfect for me... I love you so, so much...”“L... Love you too...”“But is it enough? Did you learned you lesson? I’m the one loving you more...”“Y... Yeah.”“Good.”
He waited for you to stop panting before pressing flush against you once more and immediately pushing two fingers in. You were wet enough for him to do so, and he began to scissor you, fingers digging deep into you and immediately searching for your g-spot. He found it in no time, pushing on it a bit to make you moan.
He pulled away, added some lube to get you all nice for him, added a third finger and kept on stimulating you. Your legs were trying to close, kept open by the straps, and all you could do was make pleading sounds, pussy clenching around him.
Pleasure was building in and you were becoming close to release, eyes closing and drool starting to pool into your mouth.
“I’m... I’m...”“No, you aren’t.”
He pulled his fingers out, making you scream in frustration. Your legs were shaking at that ruined orgasm, and tears pooled down your cheeks because you were still so fucking horny and you needed to come!
“Condom?” he asked.
It grounded you a bit, and you shook your head.
“No, no. I need to feel you inside...”
That made him lost it.
One second you were salivating to have his dick inside of you, the next second the tip of it was oozing pre-cum against your cervix. You howled, walls clenching around him in a tight grip, squeezing him in. You’d been filled so good, so fast...
You were shaking around him, coming undone, ready to org...
He pulled out.
You sobbed.
He pulled back in, painfully slowly, jaws clenched to keep himself from just impaling you again.
The friction was torture. Your skin was on fire, oversensitive, all contact making you melt like hot chocolate around him.
“Faster, please, faster!!”
But he didn’t go faster. He pushed it halfway in, stayed still for a few seconds. You tried to move back against him, to rut and push yourself further onto him but you were fucking strapped to that table and couldn’t meet his thrust!
He pulled back, a few inches, before pushing back in a bit further.
“Please please please, Haru, I need... I need...”
And he pulled back.

You screamed.
You fucking needed to orgasm; couldn’t he speed up? You didn’t need it slow, you needed it now!
But he was deaf to your pleas. He kept on being so infernally slow, and your pleasure was growing in, knots over knots of need tightening in your belly, and yet he didn’t fasten the pace.
You were crying, begging him to take you, throat raw from the screams of frustration, when he bottomed out again.
You gave a sigh of relief – now, now surely, he would...
He pulled out.
“Haru if you don’t fuck me right now I’m...”
He impaled himself in you, hand going on your clitoris.
His dick rubbed over your g-spot, hit your cervix, and your orgasm came crashing in.
Your vision turned black, white noise exploding into your ears. Your whole body felt like it was in fusion, twitching like a madman as you squirted all over his cock. Your pussy clenched around him, his base turning white under the pressure.
He mumbled a bunch of curses under his breath, fighting not to cum into you right now.
It took you long, long minutes to fully come down on earth.
His weight was still in you, filling you up so nicely.
“Did... did you...”“No. Not yet.”“You can.”
He immediately came into you. Hot shots of cum forced on your cervix, filling your womb like he wanted to breed you, and you saw stars once again. He gave small thrust to accompany his own orgasm, finishing off in small spurts and pushing them past your cervix not to waste any cum.
He stopped thrusting, still buried inside of you, and crashed on top of you with a groan.
“Fuck. Are you okay? I’ve never cum so much in my life. I think I won’t be able to live away from that pussy, now.”
You weakly agreed, mind buzzing with pleasure.
“I’m so full...” you muttered. “Feel so, so full... God, that was incredible...”
He reached for your hands, unstrapping you. You pulled your numb hands to you, raising a bit to put them on your belly... Nothing felt out of the ordinary, and yet you felt so bloated...
Haru pulled out, and semen slowly began to drip out of you in small blobs. He hummed at the view, but did nothing to clean you up, and unstrapped your legs instead.
“I don’t think I can walk,” you chuckled.“And I think you would be dripping on the floor if I forced you to.”“Fair, fair. Carry me?”
He took you in his arms and walked you to the bathroom, putting you in the bathtub and opening the tap.
“I’ll go get us drinks and snacks. Want something in particular?”“Hm... A cocktail?”“You pampered little fucker,” he shook his head.
Nonethless, he walked away to get you a cocktail.
“HARU?” you shouted so he could hear you.
He came back into the room.
“You’re still naked,” you told him.“Oh, I know.”“Kakucho's here.”“Sounds like his problem,” and he walked away.

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Altering between fuck-marathon with Haru on the weekends and regular, working days was becoming a habit.
On Monday, you were usually still a little bit numb – you thought you were pretty good at hiding it, but your co-worker Wolf seemed to always, automatically know that you’d been split open the day before. He never said anything, but you heard him snicker when you walked weirdly, and he usually helped you when you needed to carry anything fragile.
Tuesday was usually better than Monday, but that particular Tuesday wasn’t so much better. After trying to seduce Ran on Saturday and getting edged by Haru on Sunday, you were still sore all over. Wolf seemed kind of impressed.
He waited for a moment when the both of you were alone to tower over you – because of course, he was taller than a fucking mountain – and crossed his arms on his chest:
“Spit the tea.”“What tea?”“Tell me! I want to know!”“I don’t see what you’re talking about.”“Oh, you didn’t see that big dick that split you open so well that you’re still recovering two days later?”
You looked away in embarrassment. He laughed.
“Tell me! I need to know what made you like that.”“Why?”“Hm... personal reasons.”“And you’re asking personal questions, so answer the damn question.”“Okay, okay... Sheesh! My partner wants to try new things, and I don’t really know what to propose... I really want to make them feel good, so could you please tell me? I could get inspiration, or I don’t know? Please?”
That was actually sweet of him. You sighed.
“Role-play on Saturday, BDSM on Sunday.”
He immediately pulled a notebook out of nowhere and began to take note.
“Can you tell me more?”“Oh, fuck, we’re doing that? I mean, okay. So, Saturday: there’s this co-worker of my partner, and he’s sexy as fuck but too proud. We have an open relationship with my partner, and we made a deal that I could fuck his co-worker if he – the co-worker – begged my partner for it... And am I really telling you all that on business hours in a hallway everybody could walk in?”“You can write it down for me, you know? It may be a better idea.”“Damn right it is.”
You took his notebook, wrote:
‘Saturday: Role play. Goal: seducing R., H.’s co-worker. Lingerie & dildo. Housewife act, pain play and bratting + dirty talk. Some focus on ruining the dress.’
No way you were telling names. Or giving more details.
‘Sunday: BDSM with H. Spanking bench, strapped to it. Spanks before sex. Orgasm denial + edging ig.’
You pushed the notebook back into his hand and walked away as fast as you could.
On Wednesday, Wolf came to work with a shit-eating grin on his face. He was bouncing on his feet, eyeing at you, but your workload was huge, so he didn’t catch a moment alone with you until you were both about to leave, running to enter the escalator cabin with you:
“They want to test impact play!” he whisper-shouted.“Good for you! Don’t forget to agree on safe words before hand, and think after-care.”“Of course! Who do you think I am?”“Wait for me!” someone called.
You held the door, and Stellaluna walked in. Wolf gave you a side glance, knowing fully well that you hated her egomaniac tendencies.
“How was your day?” she asked like she actually cared. “Mine was terrible. Jun promised me he would take me to that one, expensive Italian restaurant in town, and I simply can’t wait!”“Bella Vida?” you asked.“Yes, this one! You heard of it? Jun had to reserve six months in advance just to get in; it’s so high-class that they don’t even let the common folks in! You couldn’t even go in, sweetie.”
That would have been some kind of big emotional damage, if it hadn’t been the restaurant in which you had eaten with Kokonoi on Saturday, without even reserving first.
“Oh, really?” you smiled.
Wolf, that perceptive bastard, immediately understood the situation. He began to laugh out loud, a kind of bark-like laugh that fit his name well, but Stellaluna interpreted that as him laughing at your expense, and giggled.
“Yeah, sorry about that... It’s just, you know, you’re not really the kind of person to be let in high-class establishment. Not that there’s anything wrong with you. You’re just, well... you.”
The escalator’s door opened, and the three of you walked to the exit. You did your best not to bitch slap Stellaluna, keeping your customer-service smile to hide your displeasure, but walked faster to get to the front door first and be away from her presence as soon as possible.
As soon as you opened the door, a voice called your name.
You didn’t have to turn to see who it was, because a black limousine was waiting in front of you and who else but Kokonoi would come and get you in a limo?
He was leaning on the side of the limo, bodyguards around, in a black and emerald suit that highlighted the multitude of small gold jewelleries that he was wearing.
“Weren't you supposed to finish half an hour ago?” he asked, getting up and dusting his pant.“Sorry, I’ve had a busy day. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”“Sanzu just told me you were coming to the party on Friday, and you need a ground breaking outfit. I would have told you to wear the dress I gave you, but we both know the state it’s in.”
You looked away. Wolf and Stellaluna were standing up on each side of you, gaping at the scene, and Wolf patted your back like a proud brother.
“Good afternoon,” Kokonoi said, just to be polite, before opening the door to you: “You want to grab something at Bella Vida after? You liked it last time, right? Or we could try something else, if you want.”
Wolf whizzed, Stellaluna turned a lovely shade of purple, and you got into the limo, Kokonoi walking in after you.
“Who were they?”“Co-workers. Thanks, by the way.”“For what?”“Helping me out with a petty revenge.”
He smiled, amused, and searched into the microbar to give you a cold drink.
“Oh, and thanks for taking me shopping, too. You didn’t need to.”“You’re someone fun, I’m comfortable around you, and I want to spend time with you, so could you please stop that little sappy moment you’re having and get yourself hydrated? We have a busy planning ahead.”
He took you to some fancy shop, chic and visibly too expensive for you.
“You do know I won’t be able to pay for any of this, right?”“Keep your pretty mouth shut, I’ll just deduce it from Haru’s pay.”“Please, don...”“He’s okay with it, and even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t notice it.”“Oh, so you are rich-rich...”
He looked at you, silent, and you threw your hands in the air as a defence mechanism:
“What?”
He rolled his eyes before patting your head.
“You’re so stupid.”“Hey, I’m not that stupid!”“Yes, yes, you are.”
He stuck his tongue at you, piercing shining under the neon lights.
“You better watch that tongue, Rich Man, or I’m gonna bit it off.”“Hm, kinky.”
You slightly punched his arm. One of his bodyguards nearly cut your head off for this, but one glare from Kokonoi stopped him on his momentum.
“Oops,” you said. “Probably shouldn’t have done that...”
Kokonoi ignored you and glared at each one of his bodyguards, before snapping his tongue on his palate and speaking, in a threatening tone that could make miracle in every situation:
“Why in hell did you think it was necessary to act? Am I so weak that my own bodyguards are disrespecting me? Do I fucking look like I can’t defend myself against one unarmed assailant?”
The bodyguard looked down. You felt bad for him, even if he had made a wrong judgement:
“Koko, that’s not...”“Let me finish. Your job is to protect me. Do I need protection from a person I consider my friend? Am I that much of a lost cause? Do you need a demonstration of my capacities?”
Without waiting for an answer, he punched the guard square on the nose. You gasped. The guard's stumbled a bit, before losing his balance completely and crashing on the ground.
Kokonoi looked at his fist – there was some blood on his glove. He sighed, took it off and threw it on the guard before turning to another one:
“Get him out of my sight.”
The second guard bowed, and immediately dragged the unconscious man out of the shop. The manager was looking away, tense but unwilling to say anything.
Then, Kokonoi looked back at you, and his glare softened.
“I’m sorry, Kokonoi,” you muttered. “I didn’t mean to do that, I’m...”“Don’t apologize for his behaviour. It’s not your fault. If anything, I’m the one who’s sorry. I should not have done that in front of you.”
He patted your shoulder affectionately. Your smiled back at him, but the corner of your lips were tense. He noticed and his mood soured.
“Really, I’m sorry.”
His hand went from your shoulder to your hips, and he pulled you trough the shop, eyeing with attention every piece of clothing. You were too stressed to focus of on the task, but he was understanding.
He picked some articles, carrying them himself, knowing from Haru’s teasing that the size he had brought last time was too small. Eventually, he guided you to the changing room, and gave you what he had chosen.
“Can you change yourself, or should I come with you?”
You pulled the curtain on his face, hearing him laugh on the other side.
“Don’t forget to show me!” he laughed.
You rolled your eyes and stripped to your underwear.
“Is there a dress code?” you asked.“Not really, but it’s usually business casual.”“Like the yacht-party’s suits Haru usually wear?”“Yeah. Colours and motifs. Mochi usually wears Hawaiian shirts, when his wife doesn’t force him to change.”“And do I have to match Haru?”“Not necessarily, but that would be a nice touch. I’ll ask him for the outfit he’ll have.”
You showed Kokonoi the first outfit – a long empire dress, emerald with white embroideries...
“It suits you! Do you feel comfortable? Anything too loose or too tight?“No, no, it’s just perfect... Well, I don’t think it’s that casual, but it could do well.”“True, true. What do you think of taking a picture for Sanzu?”“Yeah, sure!”
You took position in front of the mirror – Kokonoi put his hand on the small of your back, leaning onto you to take a selfie.As soon as the small click announced the photo was taken, you turned to him:
“You choose that dress on purpose so we could match on the picture, didn’t you?”He grinned, and you shook your head before going back into the changing room.
You were back in underwear when your phone tilted – it was Haru, sending you an elusive ‘have fun with Koko’, followed by ‘and if you find another one of theses cute little dresses, don’t hesitate!’
You chuckled, changed and walked back to Kokonoi, this time in a blouse and pencil-skirt.
“Too tight around the legs,” you said.“Want a size up, or another style?”“If I want to walk around, I’ll need something else.”
He nodded, and added:
“Sanzu just texted me. He says he hasn’t chosen an outfit yet, and to take a matching suit for him. Do you usually wear heels?”“Not often, but I took that one class to learn how to walk in tall heels. Well, it was like, five years ago, but it’s like bicycle, right? Can’t forget it?”“You took a class for that?”“Hey, no judgment, okay? It really improved my balance.”
He snorted.
After a few more outfits that were either too flashy, too basic or plain stupid, you fell on a seat next to him, head on his shoulder and groaning in frustration.
“I think a suit would look good on you,” he proposed. “Suits make people was hotter than usual.”“Oh, you don’t find me hot?”“Never said that, sweetheart.”“Let’s go try a suit, then.”
He took your hand and pulled you to the suit aisle.
“See any fabric you like?”
You looked around a bit, eventually finding a few interesting things...
Until your eyes fell on the most beautiful suit you had ever seen.
You made a beeline, and stopped right in front of it, too scared to touch and ruin it.
“This one?” Kokonoi asked.
It was a basic black suit, with a vest and a pant, but along the legs, sleeves and back of the vest were spreading colourful embroideries of various flowers, in yellow and purple tones.
As entranced as you were, Kokonoi pointed at a yellow flower you didn’t recognize –
“This one mean success,” he whispered, “this one is for radiance, this one for respect, and this, right here, is a pansy, for thoughtfulness.”“You know the flower language?”“I, well, I learned it when I was young. It just stuck, you know?”“And you were laughing at me for my heel class?”
He stuck his tongue at me, taking a few steps away.
“Come on, take it to the changing room.”“Any idea what shirt I could wear with?”
He made a small face, looked around and shook his head.
“Not a shirt, too basic. But I may have an idea…”
He took his phone out of his pocket, and searched the web for a bit before showing you a picture – a purple bustier with a heart-shaped neckline that would definitely be the perfect fit for the suit.
“So, what do you think?”“I’ll steal all your spotlight,” you said.“I'd like to see you try. Bustier’s not from this shop, but we can get it after. Let’s try the suit in the meantime.”
You took it to the changing room, taking your sweet time admiring yourself in the mirror before pulling the curtain to show it to Kokonoi:
“It’s so comfortable!”
He looked up to you.
“Oh,” he said.
You turned around to show him, and he stood up from his sofa, a little bit breathless.
“It looks like it was made for you…”, he whispered, twirling you around to have a better look at the details before taking three steps back for the whole view. “It suits you so well…”
He sat back on the sofa, eyes never leaving your figure, embracing the way you should have stood on a podium, on red carpets and scenes, but you were standing in front of him.
“I guess we found your outfit for Saturday,” he said. “Want to buy anything else?”“I'm still too broke for this shop, Rich Man.”“Want me to buy you anything?”“Nah, thanks.”“Are you hungry, then?”
You were starting to feel a bit hungry, yes, but not that much.
“A bit, but honestly I can wait.”“Let’s grab the bustier, then we’ll get food. Want something in particular?”
The true question was: did you want to ruin Stellaluna’s date at the Bella Vida?
The answer was yes, yes you wanted to.
But no, you needed to settle the conflict between the two of you and let her have her day. She was a bitch, yeah, but you weren’t always the nicest to be around either, and she seemed to genuinely like her boyfriend.Plus, you wanted to enjoy your time with Kokonoi, so pacifism it was.
“Everything but the Bella Vida.”
He frowned.
“You didn’t like it?”“No, no, nothing like that. Just not in the mood for Italian food. Any suggestion?”“Hmm… do you perhaps enjoy French gastronomie?”“French food? Let’s try.”“Great!”

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The restaurant’s name was ‘Au Bon Bouchon’, and was just as high-class as the Bella Vida was, if not even more. But this time, Kokonoi brought and proceeded to force you to wear an expensive outfit, so ironically, you didn’t attract that much attention, further less after he told the guards to stay in front of the restaurant.
He then encouraged you to take the most expensive meal on the menu, and bought one of the finest wines they had.You didn’t drink it. You were feeling really bad about using his money, even if he insisted that it was his pleasure. You were starting to know him. Kokonoi was a businessman, he shouldn’t us that much money on you. Was he trying to buy you?
You felt like you had to talk it through quickly, before the situation turned even more awkward. That’s why you jumped on the subject as soon as your gratin dauphinois was eaten.
“You’re acting like a Sugar Daddy,” you said without an ounce of tact.
He dabbed his napkin around his mouth and put his fork down before answering:
“Is it a bad thing?”“It’s a weird thing. Usually, people do that in exchange of something, and I honestly doubt my sense of humour is worth that much. Why are you doing all this?”
He chuckled.
“Your self esteem is too low for your own good.”It wasn’t an answer.
“And my common sense is telling me you’ve got a hidden agenda,” you retorted.
He made a face, but didn’t try to correct you.
“Wanna tell me about it, or do you want me to act like I’m also too naive for my own good?”
He drank a bit of his wine, but nodded after a while.
“Honestly, you keep on surprising me. You’re right. You’re kind of... an investment? Let’s call it that.”
Were you supposed to give him back his money with interests after a while? Cause you certainly wouldn’t be able to, and he must have been really well aware of that fact.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand,” you said.“I’m investing into our relationship. Well, you’re also fun to be around, so it’s not all business, but I’m quite literally buying my way into your life.”“Why?”“Because Sanzu likes you.”
It was a weird moment to say that. You raised an eyebrow, and he continued talking:
“Ever since you’ve been around, he’s been taking less drugs. He’s less impulsive, less hazardous. He works better, can take advices now, and is overall easier to be around.”
Kokonoi was paying you for having dates and sex with Haru... It felt rather toxic. Not that you had asked for it, but it still felt wrong.
“So that’s why I’m investing in our relationship. Some parts of our... lifestyle, are rather unbeneficial to you, so I’m trying to compensate.”
You served yourself a glass of wine and took a small sip.
“And why are you telling me about the downsides, now? Quite counterproductive.”“You’re smart, and I’ve grown attached to you. I think that you need to be aware of the dangers of being around us.”“Will I get kidnapped?”“What? No! We wouldn’t let that happen!”“Raped, killed, tortured?”“What are you talking about? We’ll protect you!”“Great, that's what I wanted to hear. As long as I’m safe, I’ll stay around. Which means you can stop trying to buy your way into my life. I don’t need your money, Kokonoi, so next time we hang out we’re doing it my way and getting McDonald’s.”
The joke was so sudden that he splashed his wine on his laps.
You immediately jumped on your feet to dab it down with your napkin, because wine strains were shit to clean up and his suit was worth twice your annual salary. You were so focused on the task on hand that you didn’t notice him ceasing to laugh, and neither did you notice the first, and second time he called your name.
You only looked up when he called you for the third time, touching your shoulder to grab your attention.He was looking away from you, and was passably redder than a few minutes before.
“Are you alright?” you asked.“Could you please stop,” he said in a whisper.
You looked back to what you were doing, confused.
Oh.
Oh!
Oh fuck.
You weren’t only dabbing on his leg. Shit, this was embarrassing. You'd been quite literally trying to take wine stains out of his crotch, and a visible bulge indicated that you had managed something else.
You stood up and sat back on your seat, looking at your hands in betrayal. He crossed his legs, fidgeting a bit to rearrange his pant, but the atmosphere was tense.There was a long moment of silence between the two of you.
“Sorry,” you eventually apologized. “Didn’t mean to, you know...”“I know.”“Hmm...”
Another second of silence.
“If it's uncomfortable, maybe we should leave. I don’t want dessert that much, we could just...”“Please, stop.”
Silence again.
“I... Are you sure that you’re okay?”
He leaned forward so he could speak lower:
“I’m having an erection in the middle of a restaurant, what do you think?”“That you could go to the bathroom and settle this?” you proposed.
And a silence.Again.
“Look, Koko, you obviously know better than me, but it doesn’t seem like it’s getting better, so maybe you should do something about it?”
He finally looked at you, cringing as he spoke:
“Please, I’m really embarrassed and you’re not helping.”“How can I help you, then?”
You both caught the unplanned meaning at the same time. He turned even redder and looked away again.
“Go to the bathroom, Koko...”“Hajime.”“Hajime?”“Call me Hajime.”“Change of conversation rejected, Hajime. Just go to the bathroom and take care of your problem.”“I will not leave you by yourself to jerk off in a public bathroom!” he whispered-shouted.“Then what?”
You were both bend over the table to have that argument far from listening ears, and you were so close that even if you wanted you, you could not have missed the way Kok... Hajime’s eyes jumped to your cleavage.When he looked back into your eyes, his pupils were blown wide.
Well, if he didn’t want to take care of his problem, who were you not to help him out?
“Oh,” you smiled. “I see, now.”“See what?”“I can definitely help you out,” you said, leaning back a bit.
He gulped.
“No. No way.”“Don’t you want it?”“No!”“Really?”“Well, you’re an attractive person, sure, but I can’t do that! That’s just wrong!”“Is it really?”
He took his head in his hands.
“Yeah, it is. First of all, you’re with Sanzu.”“Open relationship.”“This would be awkward with him!”“I honestly don’t think so.”“And I can’t do that, because I can’t give you love!”
He had said that louder, and some heads turned to the both of you. You looked at each other in silence until their attention defected back to their meals.
“I'm not asking feelings out of you, Hajime,” you said. “I know you’re in love with someone else, and that’s alright. But if you want to have sex, with or without changing the status of our relationship, that's fine by me too.”
He looked back to you, confusion painting on his face.
“Are... Are you sure?”“Yeah.”
He took some time to fully understand the weight of your words.
“Oh.”
He put his hand on the back of his neck, playing with his hair for a few seconds.
“So, what you're trying to say is...”“I would like to suck you off in the bathroom; you just have to ask.”“Oh.”
He fell into his thought for a few more seconds before taking a decision:
“I want you to suck me off in the bathroom. I'm tested, by the way.”“Me too. And I would be more than happy to oblige.”
You looked around — since you both had eaten fast, and the restaurant was quite busy at this hour, no waiters were around. It was definitely the best moment to act.
“I’ll go first,” you said.
You stood up and put your chair back into place before turning on your heels.
You walked to the restroom feeling like every person in the restaurant knew what you were doing. Maybe it was the case – you doubted that you and Hajime were the first one to attempt the experience... Whatever.
You didn’t pause before entering the men’s bathroom. You walked right in, eyes low and acting busy, and immediately went into a stall, locking it behind.
You sat on the toilets and realized the situation, cheeks heating up.
You never had sex in a public area – the closest thing had been that hotel room where the walls were thin as fuck, but nowhere near that level. Happily for the mood, the toilets were in an extraordinary state of cleanness.
You were contemplating that Hajime wouldn’t actually follow through with the idea, and that maybe you would have to walk back to him and try to mend the awkward tension, when the door of the restroom opened and Hajime called your name.
You opened the door of the stall. You were alone together.
For a few seconds, you just looked at each other, both really embarrassed.
His eyes locked in yours.And it was enough.
You grabbed his tie and dragged him into the cabin, closing it behind. He pushed you against the door, forearms on either side of your head and traced a line of kisses along your jaw.
You could only let him do as he wished, taking anything he was giving you.
Then, he stopped.
You pulled off.
“Hajime?”
He looked at you.
“We can stop, if you don’t want this...”
He looked at you, still.
“It’s not... Sorry. I’m not against it, it’s just – is it really okay with you? Just sex, no feeling? I... I can’t give you feelings. Don’t think I’ll ever be able to...”“It’s perfectly okay with me. I won’t force you to love me. I know it’s just sex and pleasure, nothing romantic, and that’s okay with me.”“Are you su...”
This time, you didn’t let him finish. You pulled him closer by the tie and covered his cheeks and neck with kisses to make him shut up. He let a muffled gasp, but you didn’t wait either and immediately took the reins.
He melted against you. Slowly, his body relaxed, and he joined the action, realizing that you were okay with the set boundaries, and that you would not get hurt by the change in your relationships.
His hands found your face, pulling you closer, tracing the curve of your cheeks before going to your shoulders, ribs, waist. They settled there, thumbs playing with the hem of your skirt but not going any further.
You separated to get air, panting. He put his forehead against yours, and placed a soft peck on the corner of your lips before going lower and lower, kissing your cheeks, your jaw, your neck and clavicle until he was stopped by your shirt.
“Can I...?”“Please.”
He opened the first button, the second button, taking forever but pampering your neck to keep you busy. Once he had opened all of them, he opened the panels to reveal your chest.
Had you planned to have sex with Hajime that day? No. Had you worn your best lingerie? Still no. But unfazed by your quite un-sexy bra, he kissed the centre of your chest, the birth of your breasts, putting his hands over it to fondle them. His hands were soft and big, fingers digging into the layer of fat and pulling small gasps out of you.
“So beautiful...” he whispered. “So pretty...”
Your hands found their way into his hair, messing his hairstyle, pulling and scrapping slightly... They were softer than you thought, and cascaded along his jaw to brush against your chest, adding to the sensation of his tongue and hands...
“Hajime... Hajime, please...”
You were getting wet, heat pooling into your belly, but he was too focused on your breasts to take care of that. Your hips instinctively jerked forward, meeting his tight, and he finally looked up into your eyes.
“Hmm? That eager to have sex in the bathroom stall of a restaurant?”“Sh... Shut up...”
He chuckled, but his hands finally found their way further down, hooking under your skirt and pushing it up on your hips. Then, he pulled your panty down, but took it off of one leg only, before pushing it back up on your tight.
Your leg found its way over his shoulder as he kneeled in front of you, his eyes not leaving yours, before he...
The door of the bathroom opened and someone walked in.
For a hot second, your eyes met Hajime’s in panic.
He put a finger over his lips, a smug smile under, and you had no time to grab his hair to pull him off before he went down on you.
You gasped.
The man in the bathroom interrupted himself, probably listening for another sound, but you clenched your jaws, bite your lip and stayed silent.
Fucking shit, why was he so eager after you had to bully him into confessing that he wanted this?
Hajime was licking at your clitoris, piercing rolling over your skin and adding to the simulation. He was relentless, eating you out like a starved man and you felt so, so hot...
His fingers were playing on your tight, his other hand digging into your waist under your skirt, imprinting onto your skin.
You let out a small moan and slapped a hand over your mouth. He hummed in contentment. The man in the restroom didn’t hear, this time, and it led Hajime to become even bolder and suck on your clit —
You couldn’t silence this loud moan, and the man in the restroom suddenly turned silent. Hajime looked up at you, small smirk forming, as the man then quickly fumbled around, nearly running away.
He put his cheeks against your tight, kissing it softly. You put your hands back into his hair, pulling a little on some strands, making him close his eyes in delight.
“You taste addictive,” he whispered.“You do know the goal was for me to suck you off, right?”“And letting you go without an orgasm? Not a chance.”
And he went back to sucking your clit.
You kept on playing with his hair, head thrown back against the closed door, mind going hazy now that you hadn’t to care about someone hearing you.
The pleasure in your belly kept on growing, and growing, and growing...
“I’m... I’m...”
Until it suddenly snapped.
You came. Your hips buckled against him, leg and hands pulling him closer, and he didn’t stop sucking and licking until you relaxed and pushed him away, taking your leg off his shoulder.
“Feeling good?” he smiled.You hummed softly, putting your hands on his cheeks to force him to stand up. He pushed his tongue against your throat, piercing rolling against your skin, and you took advantage of his inattention to switch your position and push his back into the door.
“My turn,” you grinned.
You put back your panty, put down your skirt and went to your knees in front of him. In a second, his dick was out of his pant and underwear.
He was already quite hard, small veins running along the length and up to the tip...
You gave a tentative lick to the tip of his foreskin. He gritted his teeth, breath getting heavier.
“Don’t... Don’t tease...”
But instead of taking him, you licked the side of his cock, getting it all nice and wet, retracing the veins, your hands taking his base to jerk him off.
His hands found their way on your head, trying to pull you closer as he choked on his saliva.
You kissed his tip, and took it in your mouth.
Immediately, his hips jerked to meet up with your mouth, pushing his dick further into your throat. His face was flushing, trying to restrain himself and not set up the pace too soon... He didn’t want to choke you...
But if you weren’t used to public space, you had some experience with oral.
You let go of his dick, putting your cheek against his dick before looking up to him.
For a few seconds, nothing happened. He looked back at you, kneeling on the floor, cheek wet and hot against his penis, so pretty and ready — for him.Just for him.
Then, without breaking eye contact, you took position, relaxed all the muscles of your jaw and throat, and took him back into your mouth, as deeply as you could.
The tip hit your palate and slide without problem into your throat. He gasped. Your lips rolled over his shaft, tongue stroking him, breathing through your nostrils as you pulled back a little before going even further down on him.
His eyes closed, head rolling back in pleasure. His breath became erratic, even more strained than yours.
It only took a few minutes before you felt him tense.
“I’m... I’m...”
You deep-throated him one last time, throat tight against his tip and he came on the spot, cum flooding your throat and invading your mouth. You kept your mouth around him, sucking and licking until he had finished coming, cum slowly dripping from the corner of your lips...
“Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...”
You let go of his dick and stuck your tongue at him. He felt his throat grow dry at the view, pulling back up his underwear and pants.
“Did you... did you just swallow it?”
You nodded, sitting on the floor to gather around the cum that had dribbled down your face.
Hajime kneeled in front of you and took your face in his hand. His taste was on your tongue, salty and bitter but welcomed nonetheless. He licked your cheeks and jaw clean before looking back into your eyes.
“Thanks,” he said.“My pleasure,” you answered.
He gave a laugh and his hand passes softly on your cheeks before letting you go.
You buttoned up your shirt, double-checked that your skirt was back in its position and no semen or slick was left, and finally stood back up, taking the time to rearrange his hair back to normal and tighten his tie.
“I’ll go back first, okay?” you said, throat a bit sore.“I... okay. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
You caressed his cheeks before carefully opening the door and walking out of the stall. As soon as you were gone, Hajime locked himself again, looking in defeat at the renewed bulge in his pant.
Why in hell did he think fucking you would help him stop lusting after you?
He pushed his pant back down and jerked off, until coming while your name rolled on his lips.
He pushed himself against the door and let himself fall on the ground, hands covering his face in shame.
He was fucked, wasn’t he?

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The atmosphere was strange, in the limo. You had your head on Hajime’s shoulder, and he was playing with the hem of your neckline, under the watchful gaze of the bodyguards, but neither of you was talking.
“Should I tell Haruchiyo about... us?” you eventually asked.“He needs to know, right?”“Well, yes, but how do I put it? Do you think it’ll be recurring? Or it was more of a once-in-a-lifetime occasion?”“I... don’t really know.”
You looked up to him.
“Hypothically, would you want to do that again?”“Yes.”“And would you ask me if you want it?”“... Yes?”“Great, it can be recurring then. Nonexclusive, of course, but could happen again depending of the circumstances.”“It... works for me.”“Awesome!”
He smiled, and put a kiss on the top of your head.
Your phone rang.
You took the call – it was Haru.
“Had a good evening, honey?” he asked.“Yeah, it was great! Hajime’s bringing me home right now. Did you want anything?”“Nah, nothing, just been missing you. Can I drop by tonight? I need my dose of cuddles.”“Yeah, sure! Cuddles sound good!”
You heard him hum softly.
“Koko can come,” he added. “If you want to, of course.”“Oh? I’ll ask him.”
You put the phone away, turning to Hajime:
“Haru wants to drop by and cuddle at my place, do you want to join?”
He looked startled by your question.
“What?”“Cuddles.”“Are you asking me for a threesome?”“What? No! Cuddles! I’m asking if you want cuddles, first meaning of the word.“No, no, it’s... alright. Enjoy, I guess?”“Yeah!”
You put the phone back against your ear:
“It’ll be without Hajime. Have you already eaten?”“Yup. See you in a few minutes?”“See you, love!”“Love you too.”
And you hanged off.
Hajime was looking at you from the corner of his eyes. ‘Love’? You were in the kind of relationship where you ended the call after saying you loved each other?He thought Sanzu was changing, but it had been a freaking metamorphosis.
“We’re here,” he said.“Already? Cool!”
He went out of the limo with you. You took his hand in yours, and smiled:
“Thanks for the afternoon, Hajime! It was really fun! You’re still okay with our tv-show afternoon on Wednesday?”
And it seemed to ease him, because he patted your cheek with affection, a pleased grin on his lips:
“Of course.”“Awesome! I’ll show you the best recipe to make salted caramel popcorn, you’re gonna love it!”“Think you can rival a five-star meal?”“That’s a bet, Rich Man.”
You let go of his hand and went into your building.
When you got to your apartment, and went to open the window to have some fresh air, he was still in the street. Your eyes met. He smiled, waved, and went back to the limo that rode away a few seconds later.
You had the time to take a shower and make yourself a hot drink before Haru came knocking.
“Good afternoon,” you smiled, opening the door.
He walked in, kissed your lips and took you in his arms.
“I missed you,” he said.“I missed you too. What’s gotten you so cuddly?”“Long day. I need some cuddles.”
He took you hands and led you to the bedroom.
“Getting to bed so soon?” you joked.“You’re working tomorrow, you need to get your sleep.”
It was true. And thoughtful of him. You’d already been together for a month, and you still learned new things about him. You guessed he didn’t usually show his careful side, and it made you all soft and happy. You were getting to see all theses aspects of his personality. You were getting the cuddles, the care, the love, and not stopping at sex and hang out. You were making him happy, and he was making you happy back.
You both changed into pyjamas. He had a small spot for his clothes in your cupboard, with comfortable shirts and sweatpants in case of impromptu visits, and you wore it to sleep sometimes. He pulled on a white shirt and those ugly black baggy sweatpants, and joined you under the covers.
Haru wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into your chest and entangling his legs with yours. He was comfortably warm, skin soft against yours, and his breathing tickled you a bit.
You passed your hands trough his hair, playing with the strands and massaging his skull until you felt him fall asleep, and then until you fell asleep.

You didn’t wake up to the sound of your alarm clock. You woke up to someone caressing your head, and leaned into the touch, barely conscious but needy for more contact.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Haru whispered into your ear. “It’s time to wake up...”“Ten more minutes...”
He chuckled, stroked your head a few more times before kissing your forehead and unwrapping your arms from his bust and standing up.
You fell back to sleep, and was awoken a few minutes later by an uncharacteristic smell...
A burnt smell.
You jumped on your feet, running to the small kitchen and immediately took the pan out of the fire and put it under the tap.
“Oops?” Haru grimaced.
He took the pan out of your hand and began to rinse it himself. You made yourself a hot cup to properly wake yourself up, and leaned against the fridge to look at him.
“What made you take the risk of burning down my apartment?”“I wanted to make pancakes...”
You brushed his cheek and kissed him.
“And I love you for trying, babe,” you confided. “But please, next time, don’t go near anything flammable.”“But then you’re doing everything yourself and I can’t surprise you.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“Good surprise,” he corrected.“Come on, I’ll show you how it's done. You made the dough, that’s already awesome.”
The praise made him happy. He pressed himself against your back as you showed him how to cook the pancakes, hugging you tightly.
“Koko sent me a picture of your outfit, for Saturday. You’ll look so good, I can’t wait to see you in it.”“Still want to match?”“I'll do my best, but you set the bar high. Ah ah! ‘High’!”
You turned around and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.
After a few seconds, you had to separate to breath, and he smiled happily.
“What was that for?” he asked.“To shut you up, that pun was awful.”
He laughed, and kissed you again, and again, and why stop at three kisses?
“Never knew I liked to be shut up,” he grinned.
He kept on cuddling and kissing your neck, letting you finish the pancakes before setting down plates and cutlery for the breakfast.
“I haven’t had pancakes in ages,” he told you. “Yours are way better than my bro's, though.”“You have a brother?”“And a sister, too, but I haven’t seen her in forever.”“Hmm... tense between you?”“Yup. I don’t think we’ll ever see each other again.”“That’s kind of sad; but if you’re both happier when you’re away from each other, maybe it’s for the best.”
He nodded, slowly.
“You sound like a therapist. Maybe I should start to pay you for the time we spend together.”
You rolled your eyes, but now was the best time to talk about Hajime’s ‘hidden’ motives.
“Hajime said something like that yesterday.”
He kept on eating his pancakes, but you knew he was paying attention because his eyes were glued on you, and his fingers were drumming on his knife.
“I didn’t understand why he was using so much money on me, so I confronted him. He said I was a good influence on you...”“True, I guess.”“And that he was investing in me, to make sure we — you and me — stay together.”
You weren’t sure about telling him about that, but it was about him too, and you believed he had every right to know.
“He thinks I’m such a bad partner that I couldn’t keep our couple working by myself?”
There was anger laced in Haru’s voice. You were taken aback, but put a hand on his fist, that was tightening around his knife, to make him focus back on you.
“No, no, I didn’t say that; and he didn’t mean that. He was talking about your job, and, well, the dangers that go with it.”“That snake... I would never put you in danger, you know that, right? Never.”
Maybe you should not have told him about the situation.
“That’s what I told him, and he already knew that. I guess he thought I wanted more than safety.”
That calmed Haru a bit.
“I don’t need his money,” you added. “I love you, Haruchiyo, and I’m staying with you by choice, and for benefits. Well, you love and affection clearly count as benefits, so yeah, I’m in for the benefits, but not for the money.”
Haru relaxed, glare softening to a loving gaze.
“I love you,” he whispered.“You better, because you’ll need to shower me in love if you want me to make these breakfast pancakes a tradition.”
He laughed, taking your hand.
You looked at the clock – you still had a lot of time left, Haru had woken you up early to get some time together, which you were okay with, since he forced you to go to bed early last night.
“Talking about shower... Can I let you do the dishes without breaking anything?”“Depends. Can I join you in the shower after?”“I don’t know. Maybe a kiss could help me take my decision.”
He stood up and kissed your lips.
“And now?”
You pulled him back for another kiss.

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Thursday and Friday passed swiftly, and when you finished work on Friday, Haru was already waiting for you.
The time, he hadn't come with an expensive car or an expensive motorcycle — he was standing in front of your building, with both yours and his favourite drinks in hand and phone stuck between his shoulder and ear, arguing with whoever was on the other end.
When he saw you, he relaxed slightly.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
He gave you your drink and a peck on the lips before grabbing his phone and focusing back on his call:
“Don’t you fucking dare call again.”
And he hung off.
“Work?” you asked.“Work. How was your day?”“Pretty boring.”“Don’t worry, I’m here to spice your life up!”
You gulped down half of your drink, humming in delight.
“And what do you have to propose, mister Sanzu?”He smirked at you, and you knew you were in for one hell of a ride.

The next day, Saturday, was the day of the party. You put on the bustier, the suit, pretty but comfortable heels, applied some make-up to cover your dark circles, and did the same for Haru.
Kakucho looked as tired as you both were, but notably grumpier. He was dashing, but he obviously didn’t sleep that night, probably because you and Haru were being too loud.
“You should have joined us,” Haru tempted him. “You would have like it.”“Thanks, but no thanks.”“Your loss, then.”
Haru put his arm over your shoulder, black shirt covered by a light-yellow suit matching the embroideries on yours. He had put his hair in a low ponytail and spend forty minutes doing his eyeliner to replicate the flowers of your suit. You couldn’t keep your eyes away from him, taking in all the small details and expressions. Gosh, he was so beautiful...
“You both look great,” Kakucho conceded.“Of course we do,” Haru grinned.“Thank you! You too!”
Kakucho had opted for simplicity, high-waisted black pants and a shirt imprinted with the Wave of Hokusai over a black turtleneck. It suited him well, and went exceptionally well with his blue hair.
“Let’s go,” he said.
Neither you nor Haru missed the small blush on his cheeks when he turned away to go the car.
“Where’s the party?” you asked, following him and taking Haru’s hand to pull him behind.“The Mochizuki’s.”“Oh, the one with the triplets?”“Yes.”“Hajime told me you lost one the last time you babysat them. Can I get some context?”
He looked away before getting into the driver seat.
“No.”
You sat next to him on the passenger seat – Sanzu wouldn’t let you alone at the back, Kakucho didn’t trust you both on the backseats.
“I’ll have to ask someone else, then. I think Takeomi may know.”“You know Takeomi?” Haru asked curiously.“Hajime told me he was on babysitting service, too. I never met him.”“He’ll be at the party! I’ll present you!”“Takeomi is Sanzu’s brother,” Kakucho explained.“Oh, the one that made pancakes?”“He always burned them; they were barely edible!”
And they left him in charge of the triplets? Who cooked? Kakucho?
The idea didn’t seem so weird.
“Do you cook, Kakucho?” you asked.“Sometimes; but we usually order out.”“So you’re the house-husband of yours and Haru’s duo?”
He looked at you from the corners of his eyes.
“More like his mom. The only reason we’re in the same house is because the boss wanted me to keep an eye on him.”
You laughed; behind you, Haru looked positively betrayed.
“That was the reason?”“Surprise!” Kakucho said in mock-cheeriness.
Haru leaned back on his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and looking trough the window like the protagonist of a movie about a teenager falling in love.
“How long have you been working together?” you asked.“Ten years, I’d say. Sanzu’s with the boss since they were kids.”“Oh, childhood friends?”
You send a wiggling eyebrow at Haru through the rear-view mirror. He pouted even more.
“I guess Ran and his brother will be there too, right? How have they been?”“Ran is… preoccupied, let’s say. Rindou is the same, maybe a little concerned about Ran.”“Oops?”“Yeah, you can say that. In my opinion, just get it over with and fuck Ran so he’ll stop putting a tantrum.”
You exploded with laughter. Haru leaned forward:
“What? No! He’s the one refusing to play the game! Last time he fucking dipped! We were putting the show of our lives and he dipped!”“So that’s what happened. Disappointed, but not surprised.”“Did you just…?”“What’s the deal with that, actually?,” he kept on talking. “He’s wanting it, so what’s the matter?”“We made a deal with Haru,” you said. “I can fuck Ran, on the condition that…”“Ran asks me first.”
Kakucho lifted an eyebrow, but an amused smile was on his lips.
“He needs to choose between his ego and a good fuck?”“Good?” you ticked.
Kakucho turned his head a bit in your direction.
“I’m not deaf. Sanzu wasn’t as vocal, before you came.”
You looked back at Sanzu, half-expecting him to look away, but he was nodding in agreement with a serious expression.
“Either way, that’s a diabolical deal. Really entertaining.”“Does it impact his work?” you asked. “Still no details, please.”
Kakucho looked at you again, nodding to himself before answering:
“He’s frustrated, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Actually, I think he’s dealing with his workload faster than before.”“He probably maximized his free time to ruin your panty,” Sanzu supplied, “like, ‘nothing will ever be able to take his cum out of it’ kind of ruined.”“He has your panty?” Kakucho frowned.“Yup, he stole it,” you answered.“The little shit...”“Don’t get angry on my behalf, it was actually pretty funny.”“And he didn’t use it before we told him he could,” Sanzu added.
There was a moment of silence before Kakucho chuckled.
“I’m actually happy to be on your good side,” he told the two of you, “because I wouldn’t want to be against you.”“I haven’t forgotten that you threw my drugs away,” Sanzu growled.“We threw your drugs away,” Kakucho corrected.“Too bad, you’re the only one that I’m willing to fight for it.”
You looked back to Sanzu in amusement, and his eyes fell on you:
“Don’t look at me like that, I'm scared you’ll kick my ass.”
Kakucho rolled his eyes and pulled over in front of a massive manor.
“We’re here, so take your lover quarrel elsewhere before I puke.”“Don’t listen to him, sweetheart, he’s just jealous. Or frustrated. Or both.”
You laughed at his antics, and got out of the car.
A woman in suit came to get Kakucho’s key and drive his car into the parking, while another escorted you to the front door, and then into the household. It was only composed of two floors, but spread in every other possible direction, so its size was well over impressive.
You were about to exit the hall and walk into a corridor when a small boy appeared out of nowhere in front of you. He was about ten, dark-skinned, and had big black eyes, loose curls, and rather pointy eyebrows.
“I can lead the way!” he told your guide.
She seemed rather hesitant, but Kakucho slowly shook his head, signalling that he was taking responsibility.
“Lead the way, Jemal,” he told the kid.
Jemal took his hand, and pulled him through the maze of corridors. Haru wrapped his arm around your waist and the two of you followed the lead. After a while, Jemal stopped in front of a door, and stood on the side to let Kakucho enter.
Which Kakucho did, carefully pushing the door open before jumping back and dodging the bucket of slime that had been put on top of the door.
The slime splashed on the floor, big blue gooey puddle.

“Holy mouse, he dodged it!”
A second kid, conform copy of Jemal, jumped out of the room and immediately slipped on the slime. Kakucho grabbed her by the back of her dress before she could fall headfirst onto the floor and ruin her outfit, and pulled her back on his feet.
As a thank, the girl kicked his leg and ran away.
“That’s Taci,” Haru told you. “She’s a little bitch.”“Haru!”“What? It’s true! I bet Satan's the one who sold his soul to her!”
Kakucho had managed to grab Jemal by the collar before he could follow his sister, and pulled him off the ground.
“I’m going to tell your mother,” he threatened.
The kid immediately began to panic:
“It was her idea, she’s the one who forced me! She took Matti and said she'll burn her if I didn’t help!”
You gathered that Matti was his plush — either that or Taci was just a straight-up psychopath.
“I’ll help you find it,” Kakucho sighted. “But don’t pull pranks again. You could hurt someone.”
He put the kid back on the ground.
“Now lead the right way, would you?”
This time, Jemal led the three of you to the right room. It was a big living room, with sofas and tables filled with food and drinks, and a huge TV against the wall.
You already knew two (and a half!) people in the room: Ran was playing videogame against the last kid of the triplets, while Taci was sitting on his laps, and his brother Rindou was talking with Mochizuki — recognizable by his eyebrows, same as his kids — and his wife — from whom the kids had gotten all the good genes. Another man, that you had never seen before, was alone next to the buffet, stuffing his face like he hadn’t ate in days.
Jemal immediately left you to join his siblings by jumping on Ran, who miraculously managed not to lose the game, and you followed Kakucho and Haru to meet the hosts.
“You’re late,” Mochizuki said, patting Kakucho’s shoulder.“Took a nap and forgot to put an alarm.”“Well, nap was useless, you still look like shit.”“Whose fault is that?”
Kakucho send you an accusing glare, but you shook your head and gave Mochizuki a handshake before presenting yourself to the group.
“I heard a lot about you,” Mochizuki smiled. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
He then turned to Ran and shouted:
“I SEE WHY YOU’RE SO FRUSTRATED, MY DUDE!”
His wife elbowed him in the stomach before giving you a handshake:
“Amira Mochizuki. This is my husband Kanji, and our kids: Jemal, Taci and Zesiro. I’ve heard a bit about you, it’s nice to meet you. I hope we’ll be good friends.”“I don't doubt that one second.”
Amira was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. She was a bit taller than you, with dark skin and eyes so black that you felt a bit claustrophobic. Her curvy hair was draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing a fitting gold dress that complimented her professional make up and the curves of her body.
She was quite intimidating, the pretty-but-no-touching kind of intimidating, but there was so much grace and kindness in her tone that you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heating up.
Kanji looked at you with a smug smile, chuckling a bit.
“That’s my wife for you.”
You looked away to Rindou. He had a small smile, and shook your hand briefly:
“Rindou Haitani. We already met, but I guess formal introductions were long overdue.”
He looked a lot like Ran, but was way calmer than his brother.
"I got to present you to Mikey,” Haru whispered into your ear.
You gave him a thumbs up and he pulled you to the last person of the room: the man by the buffet.
Mikey wasn’t what you had imagined. Given what you knew, you expected him to, well, look the part. Impressive suits, muscles everywhere and constant frown. Instead, you met a poker-faced, overgrown child with eye bags as purple as your bustier, wearing a t-shirt too big for his frame and eating sweets like his life depended on it.
“Good afternoon,” you greeted him.
You wondered if you had to bow, or something like that. Respect, all that. Haru didn’t say anything, so it must not have been necessary.
“Who are you?”
His voice was deeper that you thought. You gave him your name, and he seemed to be thinking for a while.
“Okay,” he eventually answered. “What are you doing here?”
You turned to Haru, and he immediately draped his arm around your waist:
“Accompanying me!” he beamed. “I wanted you two to meet!”“Okay.”“I think you could be great friends!”“Could we?”“You could! You remember the taiyakis from last time? We baked it together!”“Great.”
And that was it.
You tried your best, but, no, the scene was way too funny not to laugh. Over-excited puppy VS unimpressed crush? What the fuck were you doing on the middle of their awkward love affair? Plus, all that pressure... You were too nervous for your own good.
Your laugh startled Mikey, who stopped stuffing his mouth to look at you, for real this time. He then turned to Haru, raised an eyebrow, and Haru immediately pulled you away.
“What was that?” he whispered to you as he took two glasses of champagne and drown both.“Thanks for introducing me, love. You’re so cute when you’re excited.”
But Haru wasn’t excited anymore. Truth been told, he looked rather bothered.
“Sweetheart? Is there something you’re not telling me?”
He drank another glass before he found the courage to answer:“I should have told you sooner. Sorry. Truly. I meant to, but I forgot… The king… Mikey, he’s got…”“What do I have, Sanzu?”
Mikey had appeared behind him without a sound, and Haru let go of his glass, that exploded on the ground at your feet. You flinched. Mikey didn’t.
“Appetite! You have appetite, my king! I’m not sure the Mochizuki planned enough food!”No way that would work on Mikey.
“Hm… You’re right.”… no way.
“Tell Mochizuki to prepare more.”
And it was an order.
Haru grabbed your hand to pull you with him to pass the order to Mochizuki, but another hand latched on your wrist, and you interrupted your movement to look back at Mikey.
“Not you.”
Haru’s grasp tensed on your hand, pleading eyes searching yours – was it fear on his face? He didn’t say anything; he just looked at you for a second too long. You nodded slightly, and he relucently let go of your hand.
“Now, Sanzu.”
Next thing you knew, Haru was gone, and you were alone with Mikey at the buffet.
“Pleased to meet you,” you smiled as politely as you could mutter. “Haru and Koko told me a bit about you.”“They did?” he said in a dark tone.“Well, they didn’t tell me a lot. I only knew that you’re a good boss, and like sweets. Did you enjoy the taiyakis I made?”
He observed your face for a while without answering your question. His eyes were blank, some shade of dark grey that looked just a bit to lifeless.
“They were too dry,” he eventually said.
And he went back to silence, his hand still grasping your wrist.
“You seem to have quite a precise taste in taiyakis,” you continued. “I guess it is your favourite food?”“Yes.”“Do you know how to make them?”“No.”“Do you want to learn how to?”“No.”
The taiyakis weren’t that dry, but that conversation was.Were you panicking? Most certainly. Did it came out as awkward conversation? Yes, yes, it did.
“What about other food, then? Do you like…”“Can you please shut up?”
You shut up.
And for what long, long minutes, you kept on shutting up.
Nothing was said. You both stood silent in the middle of the room, until Mikey pulled you to the food, and they you both stood silent next to the food.
“Who are you?” Mikey eventually asked again.
You looked at him, hesitating a bit. It felt like these dumb games from when you were a kid, the ones that the teachers used to get the class to stay quiet. Would he get mad if you answered, or would he get mad if you didn’t?
“Can... Can I talk again?”“Yes.”
So you presented yourself again, name, age, relationship to Sanzu... You gave as many information as you could, but kept anything that could be too personal to yourself. You did not want that gang leader finding your workplace or your apartment.
“Stop,” he ordered at some point, and you stopped.
You both fell back to silence.
“You know how to take orders,” he eventually said.You couldn’t tell if he meant it as a good thing.
“Could you kill a man?”
You nearly choked on air. Was the guy trying to recruit your ass? Sure the pay would be awesome, but everything else? The fuck not!
“I don’t think I could,” you said diplomatically.Not a straight up ‘no man what the hell is wrong with you’, but not a yes either.
“I see...”
And as he said that, his expression shifted a bit.
Someone shouted your name, behind you, and you turned on your heels to see who your saviour of the day was...
Ran.
Honestly speaking, you could have kissed him on the spot just for breaking the weird ass tension Mikey created.
“Sorry I couldn’t greet you earlier, the kids struck my competitive nerve, and I just had to beat their asses at that game.”
He put an arm around you shoulders and kissed your cheeks, before turning to his boss:
“How are you, boss? Is the food tasty enough?”
Mikey seemed to weight his options. He eventually chose not to ignore Ran:
“It is. Get Mochizuki to command taiyakis.”
And he turned away from the both of us to focus on the food.
Ran pulled you with him to Mochizuki, hand playing with the hem of your blazer. You raised your hand and put it on his as a thanks.
“Boss wants more taiyakis,” he told Mochizuki, who was looking at you with a bit of worry.“Okay, I’ll get him that. You both better stay put for a while, go get some fresh air.”
You nodded, and Ran led you to the closest balcony. He let go of your shoulders and leaned back on the handrail, going through his pockets to check for cigarettes but not finding any. You leaned next to him.
“That was intense, wasn’t it?” he asked softly.“Yeah. He’s scary.”“A lot to handle on a first meeting, I give you. If it means something, he’s usually worse. I think he likes you.”“You mean he’s on a good day?”“Whole party would have been cancelled if he wasn’t. We would have had to work our asses off all day.”
You shuddered.
“Are you cold, or scarred?” he asked.“A bit of both, I think.”
He raised his arm and nudged you closer, wrapping it around you.
“Thanks for helping me out, Ran.”
He shrugged.
“Couldn’t let a pretty thing in a tight spot. And well, I’m getting snuggles so it’s all win.”
You chuckled at his antics and put you head on his shoulder.

He called your name again, after a while. You looked up to him. His cheeks were tinted red, and he was looking at your lips.
“Would it count as part of your bet, or could I kiss you right now?”
You smiled softly, and just as you were about to lean in and kiss him, Haruchiyo barged on the balcony:
“Thank god you’re alright,” he whispered, taking you in his arms.
His face fond the curve of your neck and he hugged you tighter.
“I’m so sorry, I should have said something, I should have done something...”“Haru, love, it’s alright. I should have known. I think your boss tried to recruit me, or test me, I don’t really know, but Ran helped me out.”
And Haru was so glad that he planted a kiss on Ran’s mouth before turning to you and kissing you in turn.
“I’m so glad you’re alright...”
He took place between your legs and hugged the life out of you. Ran came back of his shock and looked back at you.
“Not the kiss I wanted,” he joked.“Come here and get your smack, pretty boy.”
You put a small kiss on his lips, lipstick leaving a small stain. Ran looked absolutely smitten.
“Ran, dear, you could get a whole make out session for helping out,” Haru mumbled.
Ran smiled widely, waiting for your okay before pulling you back to him, crashing his mouth on yours with such need that it made you embarrassed.
He moved slowly against you, hand playing on your nape, until you opened your mouth and granted him access. Then, he dived fully into the kiss, taking and taking and taking until you felt light-hearted, as Haru put small butterfly kisses along your jaw and throat.
“Whoaaa, they’re kissing!!”
You all looked back at the entrance to the balcony, where the triplets were eying you with disgust or curiosity.
“Just like mom and dad!” Jemal added.“Hush kids,” their mom interceded. “I want to play your game too, can you show me how?”
And as she pulled them back inside, she turned and winked at you.
Rindou came on the balcony soon after, not interpreting the signals Amira was sending him.
“Sanzu, have you seen… Oh. Never mind. You should get a room, you know. There are children there.”“It’s not like that!” you tried to defend yourself.“I wish it was,” Ran added, almost helpfully.“Yeah, no, you still have to ask me for more,” Haru rejected.
Rindou laughed as Haru pushed Ran away from you. Ran let go of you and stood up.
“Let’s go back inside, I’m thirsty now.”
Haru freed you in turn, putting his arm around your waist before the four of you went back in.
Hajime was here, now, discussing with a tall man who looked a bit like Sanzu, and that you deducted was Takeomi. Sanzu pulled you to them, but was interrupted by Ran, who gripped your shoulder to place a last peck on your lips before going back to playing with the children. Rindou rolled his eyes and followed you.
“Good afternoon.”“Hello, how are you feeling?” Hajime smiled at you. “I’ve been told you had an awkward first meeting with Mikey?”“Awkward’s not enough to describe it. Did he ask anyone here if they could kill a man on a first conversation?”
There was a moment of silence.
“Yeah, no,” Hajime sighed. “We kinda go back to teenage years, and he wasn’t like that at the time. That was definitely a test of character, tho. What did you answer?”“To quote: ‘I don’t think I could’.”
The three nodded in agreement.
“Well formulated, smart move,” Takeomi told you. “I’m Takeomi Akashi, by the way. I’m Haruchiyo’s big bro.”“He told me a bit about you.”“Did he now?”
Takeomi smirked in his brother’s direction, Haruchiyo rolling his eyes.
“He told me you couldn’t make pancakes without burning them all, that must count as something.”
Takeomi chuckled.
“Makes sense, I suck at cooking.”
After that, the conversation flowed easily. You learned a lot of things on the sibling’s childhood, as well as Hajime’s.Apparently, Haru’s sister was called Senju, and was now a famous actress (you had heard of her under the name Kawaragi), popular for her action-packed movies. Some friends of Takeomi, called Wakasa and Benkei, were opening a second gym, since the first one was getting too crowded. A man called Inui, a childhood friend of Hajime, frequented the old one often, but swapped for the new one since it was closer to the bike workshop he co-owned.
All the information shined a new light on your vision of them. It was hard to see them as small kids once, now that they were gang members or something.
“Do you have any childhood pictures?” you asked at some point.
Hajime frowned, thinking for a second before shaking his head:“Not on my phone, no, but I must have some at home.”
Smug, Takeomi took his phone and surfed in his gallery for a while. Haru understood what he was doing, trying to prevent him from showing you his baby pictures, but he was too slow, and Takeomi had already put his phone in your hands before he could react.
“He was five here. Mikey’s with him, too, right here.”
The two of them were in primary school uniform, with rubber boots, standing in the middle of a puddle while holding hands. Mikey had a small frog umbrella in hand, but was keeping it inclined in the perfect way for the rainwater to flow on Haru’s head.It was the most adorable thing you had ever seen.
“Swipe for the others, too,” Takeomi encouraged you.
They were a bit older on the next one, wearing kimonos. They were training in a dojo, a tall man with black hair in the background, and Mikey was going for a high kick.“That’s my pal Shinichiro behind them, Mikey’s big bro. Always acted tough but couldn't throw a punch. Mikey was a martial art genius and Shin was a loser. He got rejected twenty times in a row!”
On the next one, the four of them, plus a girl you identified as Senju, were sitting around a table, waiting for the food.In this one, Shinichiro was clearer, and you could clearly see his face. He looked a lot like Mikey, except for his hair colour.“That was the new year! We...”
Takeomi stopped abruptly.
You looked up, and noticed that everyone was looking behind you. As you thought from the tension, Mikey was right behind you.
Without saying anything, you inched the phone closer to him so he could see better, and looked at the pictures alongside him.
Takeomi was obviously very proud of his siblings, because he had kept a lot of pictures of them. Shinichiro and Mikey were recurring, as were two older boys (probably Wakasa and Benkei, but you didn’t who was who).
Mikey said nothing for a long time, contemplating the pictures. After a while, his younger self stopped appearing on the pictures, around the time Haru got his scars, before coming back. Then, Shinichiro disappeared entirely, Mikey following soon after.
Mikey took the phone, and went back to the earliest pictures. He stopped on one where he was alone with Shinichiro. His brother had an arm wrapped around him for a hug, but Mikey was obviously embarrassed by the affection, a foot on Shinichiro’s cheek to push him away while screaming.
“He looked like a good brother,” you whispered in empathy.
Mikey nodded, slowly.
“He was stupid, but he was cool,” he said softly.
He gave the phone back to Takeomi and turned to face you.
“I think he would have liked you.”He gave you a short, awkward hug.
“I’m tired, I’m going back.”
And then he walked out of the room.

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The rest of the party was uneventful, or at least not at the same level as it was while Mikey was here. Amira, Ran and Takeomi managed to tire the kids enough to get them to bed at a reasonable hour, and you and the other adults eventually let go of the ‘great at adulting’ illusion to enjoy the night.
You danced the night away, passing from arms to arms. Sanzu covered your neck with kisses each time he managed to get your hands on you. Ran wanted to do as much, obviously, but never got the chance. Hajime played in your little bet, going as far as putting a hand on your ass to rail up Ran. Rindou, who had drank too much, ended up crying-laughing at the situation.
It must have been around five in the morning when you crashed on a sofa. Amira was taking a breath here, smiling at you.
“Already done?”“Should have slept last night,” you whizzed.“Oh, oh, busy night with Sanzu?”“You have no idea. Let me show you the video...”
And as you took your phone to show her, she choked on the sip of champagne she just took.
“Look, I’m honored you want to show me your sex-tape, but...”“Sex-t... Oh! Oh, no, nothing like that!”
She looked back at you, this time with curiosity.
“What?”
You found the video that Haru sent you in the morning, and tapped the play button before passing the phone to Amira.
On the screen, Haru, in a perfect copy of Rose’s dress, looked around, before walking onto an inflatable bed put on his swimming pool, losing balance and falling in the water (as your wheezing laughter was not cut in the making of). Your turn to enter, wearing a reconstitution of Jack’s costume – and the both of you started to enact a low-budget version of the Titanic movie, as seriously as you could manage.
Kakucho barged into the scene at some point, as Haru was handcuffed (fluffy handcuffs matching his hair, mind you) to the shower as the bathtub slowly filled, not long after the love scene in the car (Kakucho’s, as you learned later on). He stood silent in front of the camera for a few seconds, looking at Haru, you, and the camera in turn, before looking at the sky and exiting the cadre.
When the short film stopped, Amira looked back at you with tears of laugh in her eyes.
“This was incredible. God, I don’t think I laughed this much in forever! Love, love, come here! You have to look at that!”
Mochizuki joined his wife, curious, followed by the others. Haruchiyo took a look at the screen and laughed, sitting on your lap as Amira played the video again.
“This was so much fun,” he whispered in your ear. “A shame you didn’t agree to do a second take of that car scene, tho...”“Well, not in Kakucho's car, but if yours is available...”“Hmm... don’t they also fuck in a closet, too, in that movie?”“I could have sworn they did, yes... must have missed that scene, last night...”
You went for a kiss, and he met you halfway. His tongue began to play with yours, his hands going to your waist, digging into your skin possessively...
“Fuck, I’m the one driving to get them back home,” Kakucho groaned. “Should have thought ahead.”“Well, they can always stay the night,” Amira proposed.
Kakucho shook his head.
“Believe me, you don’t want them anywhere near your things. Didn’t you just see what they did to my car? I need to get it deep cleaned...”
He looked at his watch – five in the morning.
“Yeah, now’s a good time to go back.”
He shook Haru’s shoulder to get him to stop making out, no result. Sighing, he grabbed his hair and yanked him off you. Haru moaned at the sting and Kakucho immediately let go of him.
“Stop making out, I’m getting you home. Don’t you have any decency?”
You laughed and pushed Haru off your laps, taking his hand before standing up.
“Well, it was a great night. Thanks for inviting me, Mochizuki, Amira.”“Well, well, well, already on a first name basis with my wife? You can call me Kanji, or Mochi. I like you.”“The pleasure was mine,” Amira smiled. “You’re welcome whenever. Maybe we could organize some hang out? I would love to get to know you more!”“That sounds amazing. Thanks again for organizing all that, Mochi.”
Haru didn’t bother with goodbyes, sending a nod and pulling you away. Ran blew you a kiss, Hajime waved at you, the others nodding politely, and you were on your way.
When arriving at the car, Haru tried to pull you with him at the back. Kakucho immediately intervened, separating both of you.
“No, no, fucking no. It happened once already and I will skin the both of you if that happens again!”
So you sat on the passenger seat again, Haru throwing a fit at the back. The ride home consisted mostly of you speaking, alcohol making you chattier, even if you were far from drunk.
“Sorry about your car, Kakucho! Haru didn’t tell me it was yours; I assumed it was his!”“Of course he didn’t... Sanzu, you really need to start thinking. We live in the same house and I don’t bother you, why do you keep on pulling shits like that?”“Cause it’s funny!”“No, it’s not. Do you see me laughing right now?”“You just can’t laugh, dude. Physically can’t.”“I can laugh, Sanzu. You’re just not funny.”“Can’t.”“I fucking can.”“No you can’t. You don’t know how to have fuuuuun, you don’t know how to enjoy yourself and relax...”“Just because you never cared to see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.”“When was the last time you laughed, then?”“Tonight, dumbass. On our way to the Mochizuki!”“That doesn’t count, that was about Ran. Bothering Ran is just hilarious. Last time you had sex, then?”
This time, Kakucho didn’t answer. You thought he was counting, at least, but the silence kept on lingering.
“Holy shit, you never had sex?” Haru realized first.
You turned to watch Kakucho’s reaction – his eyes were fixed on the road, but his cheeks were red.
“Oh my god, I’m right, I’m totally right! Kakucho’s a virgin? Do you hear that, love? He’s a virgin!”“Haru, shut up.”
He obeyed, frowning. Kakucho send you a short nod as thanks.
“Some people just don’t care for sex, Haru, or wait for a special occasion. Not having or wanting sex isn’t weird. Don't listen to him, Kakucho.”
A soft smile appeared on his face, but he didn’t tell anything.
“What about kissing, then?” Haru kept on talking. “You kissed people before, right? Please tell me you kissed people before.”“Haru...”“Or is it because your ex is dead? Is it because of Iza...”
Kakucho slammed his foot on the brake, the car coming to a screeching stop. You were jolted forward, and your head would have hit something if not for Kakucho’s arm preventing it. Haru wasn’t that lucky and rolled off the seat since he hadn’t put on his seat belt.
Kakucho grabbed your shoulder and brought you to him, crashing his lips on yours briefly before going back to driving as fast as he had stopped.
“See, dumbass? I kissed at least one person.”
Haru laughed from his position, stuck between the backseat and the front ones.
“Gosh, what a show!”
You brought your fingers to your temples to massage the incoming headache. Haru was too drunk for you to deal with. You had told him not to drink that much, but he didn’t fucking listen to you, did he?
You frowned when you realized no noise was coming from behind you. A glance his way confirmed your suspicion: he was sleeping in fetal position, not even bothering to get back on the seats.
“Sorry,” Kakucho said.
You turned to him.
“For what?”“For not asking for your consent first. That was a dick move.”
You turned your focus back on the road, leaning back on the seat.
“It was. But don’t worry about that, I didn’t mind. Haru was being an ass.”“That doesn’t excuse my action. I should have asked first.”“Yeah, you should. But it’s alright. Just ask for permission the next time you do something like that.”
And for a while, you fell back into a comfortable silence.
“I don’t think I’m asexual,” he said eventually.
You hummed along.
“I don’t know. I enjoy the idea of sex, but never quite got in the mood for it... same for anything intimate, really. Kind of want to try it, kind of don’t...”
He felt confused, sharing it with you. He didn’t think he would ever tell someone about it, it never seemed important. But now the words were flowing out and he didn’t even know why it felt so easy and right to tell you about it.
“There are people I find pretty, people I can imagine myself with, but I never really felt the need to make it happen, you know? The realization doesn’t attract me that much, even when the person does. Some people tried to make a move, and then it went on standby until they eventually let go... I didn’t mind.”
You were nodding along with his words, not interrupting but showing him you were listening. Maybe even understanding? Apparently, you didn’t feel the same, with Haru and everything, but maybe you understood.
“I think I could enjoy it in theory, but in practice? Not sure.”“That makes sense. I hope you’ll get to enjoy it if you try it, and if you don’t try it, all the same. Do things you want to do when you want to do, Kakucho.”
He smiled, and parked in front of the house.
“Thanks.”
You both walked out of the car. He opened the back door to get Haru out. The man was out cold, snoring lightly, and Kakucho had to bridal carry him to his room. Seeing you make no move to ease yourself and join Haru, Kakucho turned to you. You were leaning against the wall, bag in hand.
“Sorry, I forgot to ask you sooner, but could you give me a ride home? Or not, if that bothers you, I can stay the night here and go back in the...”“Sure. Do you need to grab anything here before?”“I have everything in my bag!”“Let's go, then?”“Let’s go.”
You walked back to the car, taking back your places and entering your address into the GPS before going back to the road.
“Tonight was tiring,” you smiled. “Thrilling but tiring.”“We’re quite the colorful bunch, aren’t we?”“Damn right. You really should give a thought to a change of activity; I think you could be a popular boy’s band.”“You may be right, but I can’t dance for my life.”“What about singing, then?”“Can’t say I’m a pro, but I think I’m not that bad.”“Now I’m curious, I want to hear it.”
He laughed and turned on the radio. It was a song you didn’t know, but he did. First humming to the tune, he then began to sing softly, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment, cold breeze and night lightning making it all the more magical.
The song ended as softly as it had begun, the next one taking its place. Kakucho took a glance at you... Did you fall asleep?
“That was beautiful,” you told him. “Your voice is fantastic.”
He looked away, red spreading on his face.
“I.. hum... we’re nearly there.”
The ride was shorter than you would have liked, truth been told. He parked in front of your building, cutting the motor:
“Do you want me to get you to your front door?”“No, it’s alright. Thanks for the ride, Kakucho.”
You unbundled your seat belt, but as you were opening the door, Kakucho put his hand on yours.
You paused, turned to him... he was looking away, but his cheeks were redder than ever. You saw him take a big inspiration, then face you:
“If that’s alright with you, I, hum, I would like to try it again. For real, this time... Kissing, I mean.”
And he was so cute, asking you that, barely managing to look you in the eyes...
“Hum, sorry, I didn’t quite hear you.”“I... Would it be alright if I kissed you? If you’re okay with it, of course.”“What?”“Can I kiss you? Please?”
And he suddenly realized you were making fun of him and flushed bright red.
“That’s not funny,” he groaned.
You put your hands on his cheek and turned his head to meet your eyes.
“I would love to kiss you, Kakucho.”“Oh.”
He leaned on your hands, looking at you with half-lidded eyes before closing them and dipping for the kiss. It was soft and short, his lips just barely brushing yours.
He opened his eyes again, embarrassment melting into contempt.
“So? Enjoyable?”“Oh yes, very. I... I may need to double-check, though.”
You laughed and went for the kiss yourself, putting a bit more movement in it but keeping both your mouths closed. He put a hand on your nape, pulling you the barest minimum against him, thumb playing on your jaw.
You let go of the kiss. He took his time coming back, nose touching yours as your breaths mixed.
“More than enjoyable,” he whispered. “I think I love kisses.”
He pulled away his hand, fingers just brushing against your cheeks and lips.
“I would like to do that again one of those days,” he told you. “Maybe try more if the mood strikes... would it be okay with you?”
You nodded.
“I would love that, Kakucho.”
He smiled and leaned to open your door.
“Have a good night.”“Sleep well,” you answered.
You gave him a peck on the cheek and walked out of the car. The street was quiet, yellow lights of his car a comforting source of light. You waved at him when you opened the door. He waved back, and you entered the building.
When you took a peek from your window, back at your apartment, he was still in the street. He did not notice you, focused on himself, fingers brushing his lips. He then snapped out of it, shaking his head before turning on the motor and driving away.

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“Your love-slash-sex life is a mess,” Wolf said on Monday when you told him about your weekend, “and if it was a sitcom, I would live for it.”
You nodded along. Wolf was a hunk of a man, towering over anyone standing beside him and looking like one of these ruffians on cliché movies, but he was an absolute sweetheart and you knew you could tell him anything. He wasn’t in the company for that long, but he became one of your best friends in no time, maybe because you were both a bit weird, maybe because people were scared of him...
“You’re pulling guys left and right. It kind of feels like a harem, but like a harem has some negative connotations while your relationships are based on trust and communication, so not really a harem? Anyway, keep up the good work, you’re beaming, you’re empowered, and I’m proud of you.”
Saying that, he harshly patted your shoulder, forcing you to maintain you balance.
“What about you and your partner?” you asked him. “Did you have time to try out what you wanted?”
He blushed deeply and turned away, taking a big sip of his coffee cup (that looked exceptionally small in his large hands).
“I’ll take that as a yes, big man. How did it go?”“I’m not sure it’s the right moment...”“Hush, it’s a slow day and we’re the only ones on coffee break, spit the tea.”“Alright, alright! So, we tried to...”
And for the next half an hour, Wolf gave you all the juicy details of his sex-capade, as well as things they would like to try out. You listened to him diligently, commenting when useful and giving him other topics to do research on.
He eventually invited you for dinner, since his partner wanted to meet you, and you had nothing planned that afternoon so you agreed.
Stellaluna eventually made an appearance in the break room.
“Oh, you’re still here?”
Her tone wasn’t as acidic as usual.
“How have you been both doing?” she asked.
The change was flabbergasting. You stood there, unable to talk after that polite and honest question, and Wolf had to answer for the both of you:
“We’ve been doing well, and you?”
And, unlikely event, she didn’t start a monologue on her awesome lawyer boyfriend or on how she was better than anybody in the building.
“Pretty tired. Today seems longer than usual.”“Mondays,” Wold nodded.
There was a moment of silence.
“I always see you together,” Stellaluna remarked. “I don’t quite understand your relation. Are you friends, just co-workers...?”“Friends,” he answered. “I think I scared most of the team on my first day, so I stick with people that have no problem with me.”“Wolf’s great,” you told her. “He's built like a brick wall and got a heart of gold.”
Wolf laughed loudly.
“Thanks, that’s always nice to hear! What about you, Stellaluna? Can I call you Stellaluna?”“Actually, I prefer Stella.”“Are you close to anybody on the team?”
She shook her head, eying her coffee cup like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
“Not really, no. I’m... trying to change that.”
Wolf looked at you. You looked back at him. He raised an eyebrow in Stella’s direction. You shook your head. He nodded with an awkward smile.
“If you want, I’m organizing a dinner at my place tonight!”
Well, here went your plans for a good afternoon. You were working on your relationship with her, okay? But by “working”, you meant not actively trying to sabotage her, not befriending her in a whim! She was talking shits about you not five days ago, this is all going too fast for you.
“I... hum, I don’t know, I wouldn’t want to impose...”
Wolf pushed his elbow into your arm to get you to say something.
“If you want to go tonight, I can just plan another dinner with Wolf later.”
Stella looked up to you, Wolf cringing in silence.
“Actually... I would like to get to know you more. I’ve been a bitch to you and I’m sorry I just realized it. But I’d understand if it’s too soon or just not possible for you, and I’ll act in consequence.”
What the fuck. What the fuck.
“I...”
Wold gave you a thumbs up. You ignored him.
“Yeah, you've been a bit of a bitch, but I guess I wasn’t all that nice either. I think we could both use that opportunity...? So I’m going to Wolf’s tonight, and if you want to come, suit yourself.”
She nodded, a smile appearing on her face.
“I would like to come, yes. Can I bring anything?”“Dessert or drinks? I texted Ruby, they said they’re making a paella. Does that work for you?”“I’ll find us a dessert,” you told them. “You take care of the drinks, Stella?”“Sure. What should I bring? I’m not very alcohol, I don’t know what people drink.”“Bears and softs,” Wold told her. “We have juice back at the apartment. Oh, and if you want to bring plus one, they're welcomed!”
Time to hear about the lawyer boyfriend?
“I’ll be alone,” Stella answered.
Well, that’s new.
“Same here,” you told him.
Haruchiyo was out of the question, he was lovely but didn’t know how to act in public. Koko wouldn't want to deal with it, and well, you weren’t close enough with the others to feel comfortable asking. Except maybe with Kakucho, but that would surely be too fast, and you think that Stella would appreciate not being the only one dateless.
“Great, I'm telling Ruby!”
His phone rang as he was typing his message, and he had to get outside to take it, leaving Stella and you alone in the break room. Awkward.
“I... think I should go back to work,” she cringed, raising from her seat.“No, don’t worry. I’ve been here long enough, enjoy your break.”
She sat back down, letting you leave. You were about to go through the door when you stopped.
“See you tonight,” you forced yourself to smile.
She relaxed.
“See you tonight,” she smiled back.

Like you thought, dinner was weird.
You met Stella in front of the door, and the lift to Wolf and Ruby’s apartment was awkward as fuck. Happily, Ruby was the one that opened the door, and unlike Wolf, they knew how to dissipate the tension.

“Hi, I’m Ruby! It’s nice meeting you!”
After a turn of names, Ruby let you both in, skipping happily.
“I’m making paella! I hope you’ll like it, I’m not the best cook out there, but cooking calms me up. That and a bit of music, too. Wolf’s showering right now, he always takes houuurs. Do you want some snacks until he joins us?”
They led us to their kitchen, helping you put the drinks and desserts in the fridge. The speakers were playing some Hispanic music you didn’t recognize, and they were swaying their hips in rhythm.
“I’m a wedding-planner,” Ruby told you. “I’m in-between at the moment, so it’s the perfect time to meet new people around a good meal!”“Sure is,” Stella smiled. “Do you need a hand with the paella?”“Oh yes, that would be great!”
The kitchen wasn’t big enough for the three of you to move around comfortably, so you stood in the doorway watching them cook, adding some inputs here and there. Ruby eventually gave you the task to put on the table, apologizing for not doing it themselves, and Wolf gave you a hand as soon as he was done showering.

The way home was fun, Wolf driving while joking around, Stella trying her best to stay awake on the backseat. Your apartment was closer than Stella’s, and so you were the first one to get dropped in front of your building. You were just about to get out of the car when you noticed the shape of a man waiting at the door.
A man you knew, you realized when a car’s headlight shone an artificial yellow light on him.
Kakucho was waiting under the rain, soaking wet, phone in hand and hunched over the interphone.
Wolf looked at you with worry, hand on the handle of his door, ready to go there himself and get you a safe way into your building if needed. You shooed him with a small wave.
“That’s my friend,” you told him.
He relaxed and let you go, but did not make a move to turn on the motor.
You walked to Kakucho, not bothering to run from the rain since you would get wet anyway.
“Kakucho? Is something wrong?”
He turned to you and relief watched over his face.
“Thank god you’re here, I was starting to get worried. I... hmm... can we? Get inside? Sorry, I’m wet and a bit drunk, I just can’t stay with Sanzu right now and I didn’t really know where else to go and I don’t want to be alone, and you were the first person I thought of...”“It's alright, Kakucho. Let’s get you in.”
You waved Wolf and Stella goodnight and badged your door open. You were in your apartment in no time, Kakucho standing out like a sore thumb in the cozy space.
“How long were you waiting for me under the rain?”“I... a few minutes.”
He was lying, obviously. His suit was soaked and covered in wrinkles – he had been walking under the rain for a while. You chose to ignore the lie.
“You need to take a hot bath and change out of your suit,” you told him softly. “Did you eat? I can make you some instant noodles. Would you like that?”
He nodded.
“Here, let me show you the bathroom.”
You led him around the apartment to your bathroom, getting a hot bath running and letting him there. You went back to your room, going through your closet to find clothes he would find comfortable wearing, but eventually choosing to get him a fluffy bathrobe.
You went back to him and he was already in the water, boxer on. You put the robe on the side of the sink for when he would get out.
“Want to talk about it?” you asked.
He opened his eyes to look at you.
“Don’t really know what to tell you... Sanzu was being an ass. Maybe more than usual, maybe it’s just me... I went for a walk. I think I need a bit of time without him around. I didn’t know where to go... So here I am.”
He waved his hands around like what he just told was funny.
“Sounds shitty. You can stay the night here, if you want. Get some bubbles in that bath, I’m bringing you noodles.”
The instant noodles were ready in no time, and he took it with avidity.
“Do you need anything else?”
He shook his head, looking at you with timidity.
“Could you... stay with me? Please?”
You sat next to him, on the floor.
“Sure.”
So you told him about your day, and dinner, and how weird but oddly nice it was to learn to know Stellaluna, and how Ruby was the most attentive and emotionally intelligent people you ever encountered, and he listened to you with attention until his noodles were gone and the bath was cold.
Then, he got out, drying himself before getting into the bathrobe. He waited for you to turn before taking off his wet boxer, and putting on a clean one that Sanzu left in your cupboard, grimacing but unwilling to stay butt ass naked in your apartment.
“I’ve got work tomorrow; I need to go to sleep. The couch’s here if you want, but the bed’s comfier and I wouldn’t mind.”
He hesitated for a while, but eventually joined you on the bed.
For the first minutes, he was turning his back to you. Then he turned away, and saw that you were still awake and looking at him, concern and affection showing on your face.
“Thanks for letting me stay the night,” he said.“Happy to spend some time with you,” you answered.
His eyes darted to your lips.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice so low you nearly didn't hear.“You can.”
He came closer and kissed you softly. You closed your eyes. He kissed you again.
You fell asleep in each other arms, in-between cuddles and kisses.