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“Hey bowlcut,”
“His name is Hoshina.” She snaps, and Gen rolls his eyes.
“Whatever, are you gonna join us or just stand there?”
Gen grins from where he sits behind Ashiro, spreading her legs.
She moves to close them on instinct, and Gen clicks his tongue in disapproval. She does look genuinely embarrassed for once, maybe because her Vice-Captain is here.
But he can tell she’s interested. She wants this.
“Let him see,” he whispers into her ear, biting it.
Ashiro shakes under her his touch, sensitive, before relaxing.
“I’m going to show him.” He says, drumming his fingers on her thighs as he waits for her to agree.
Even if she wants this, Gen still has to get her verbal permission.
She manages a weak, “Okay.” - and that’s all Gen needs before he’s spreading her legs wider this time.
He fumbles for the vibrator he thanks the stars he took out and turns it on.
Hoshina is still standing by the entrance, too stunned to speak but Gen can tell he’s slowly losing composure.
Anybody would, if they saw Third Division Commander like this.
And he would usually be opposed to it, but Ashiro seems to like this guy - if the way she’s dripping pre-come onto the sheets is any indicator.
She likes being watched.
“Hey Ashiro,” he whispers again, but makes sure Hoshina can hear too, “Think you can fit both of us in here?”
He slaps her cunt, before inserting two fingers in and grinding against her ass when she whines.
With how wet she is, Gen doesn’t even need to put that much lube over the toy before inserting it alongside his fingers.
He hears Hoshina audibly inhale, and he grins.
So he can show some sort of reaction after all.
“Catch,” he tosses the remote to him, and if he hadn’t been able to get that on reflex, Gen would’ve kicked him out. But Hoshina does, clearly moving on auto-pilot.
Good.
“It’s currently on the lowest setting.” He points out, flexing his fingers in Ashiro’s hole as he explains - feeling the soft and slow vibration alongside.
Despite that, she’s already twitching and bucking her hips up - hoping for more friction.
“You’re so needy, Ashiro.” He chides, thrusting his fingers in and out.
She growls, nails digging into his thighs.
“Be quiet- ah,”
Oh?
“Good job, Hoshina.” He smirks, matching the increased timing of the vibrator.
Hoshina is beet red, and Gen holds back laughter. “S-Sorry, Captain,”
Definitely a virgin.
Well, anybody would be overwhelmed if their first time was like this.
He’s finally inching closer to them, like he’s scared of interfering.
Gen watches his every movement, every step he takes, as he rakes his eyes all over Ashiro’s body.
Taking every little detail of her in, committing it to his memory.
Gen was like that too.
And he still is, no matter how times he’s had sex with her.
Not that he’d ever admit it, but Gen would never forget a single day of fucking her.
Taking his fingers out of her, and marveling at how slick they’ve turned out - Gen directs her attention to Hoshina who’s stopped right at the edge of the bed.
She’s eye level with his crotch, and Gen smiles wide.
“Wanna suck him off?” He nibbles on her earlobe, before trailing down to her neck.
When she makes a noise of disapproval at his ministrations, Gen stops - breathing her in instead.
And then, he feels her nod.
It’s a shy one, and he presses a chaste kiss to the side of her neck.
“Good girl.”
Even though Ashiro elbows him at the praise, she rubs her thighs together and that’s all Gen needs to know.
Cute.
Hoshina is still standing in front them, cheeks impossibly redder - with his hands behind his back.
This time, he doesn’t hold back from laughing.
“You gotta relax, man.” He mocks, “Also, take off your pants.”
He breathes out, softly, and Gen rolls his eyes.
At this rate they’re going to be here all day.
“Ashiro.” Gen takes her arms and guides them to Hoshina’s pants. “Help him.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” She snarls, although she pulls Hoshina closer by the waist anyway.
“Hoshina,” her tone changes when she speaks to him - and Gen feels a pang of something in his heart. She’s gentle. “I’m going to remove this.”
Hoshina stammers, “I can- I can do it myself, Captain.”
“No way. We’d be here until the sun rises if we waited for you to get your shit together.”
He glares at him, and Gen smiles in return.
They don’t maintain eye contact for long, because the unmistakable sound of a zip brings their attention back to Ashiro.
Gen feels around between her thighs, huffing into her shoulder when he feels she must’ve gotten wetter.
Well, he wants to see what Hoshina looks like too. Although it’s purely because he’d kick him out if he’s bigger than Gen.
Not that that’s possible anyway.
But still. Important comparisons to make.
The outline of his cock is clear as day in his briefs, and Gen can’t make fun of him and the pre-come that stains his underwear because he knows damn well he’s the same.
Ashiro, however, pulls Hoshina even closer, until he’s practically on the bed and Gen has to move backwards.
He drags Ashiro with him, hand around her waist so they’re all sitting on the bed properly.
His face is no longer pressed into her, because she’s leaned forward - towards Hoshina and all he’s left with is her ass in front of him.
Well.
He can work with this too.
But Gen is curious. And it’d be a lie to say he wasn’t turned on by the idea of watching her.
Sucking someone else off.
He’s absolutely putting his dick in her first though.
“I’m going to go over there,” he points to the convenient armchair by the door - giving a good view of the bed. “And watch.”
But as a parting gift, he runs his hands down her thighs, leans in - and bites.
“Ah-” she gasps, and Gen smirks as he sucks a bruise.
As he marks her.
When he climbs off the bed, he meets Hoshina’s dazed face and sneers.
“Don’t fuck this up.”
Before sitting on the chair, he takes off his sweatpants but leaves his underwear on.
He refuses to come unless Ashiro is touching him.
Unless it’s because of her.
With Hoshina’s apparent inexperience, Ashiro ends up taking the lead and Gen grins.
“Hoshina,” he calls out. “Pass me the remote.”
He’d nearly forgotten about that. He doesn’t have to just sit around, Gen can do a lot of things too from here.
Hoshina throws it at him, obviously with more force than needed and he clicks his tongue.
In that time, Ashiro has crawled closer to Hoshina’s crotch, her mouth watering.
Gen makes use of the new perspective to indulge.
Eyes trailing up and down her naked body, taking in the way she shakes, how gorgeous her hair looks when it’s down, the way her tits bounce with every movement.
He feels himself get harder.
And when she uses her teeth to pull Hoshina’s briefs down, Gen feels his jaw tense.
Hoshina’s hands instantly fly to grab onto Ashiro’s head, and he curses.
Gen doesn’t really care about that though, as he watches her reaction to Hoshina’s size.
It’s easy to tell that he’s long. And Gen will let him have that, because when he pulls his own cock out of its confines - he’s pleased to see he’s thicker.
And it’s not like Gen is a short king either, so he’s pretty above average.
He wins.
Or maybe not, because Ashiro’s already putting her lips around Hoshina’s dick, and she’s unable to go all the way in.
She whines, whines - loud enough that Gen can hear.
“Shit, Captain.”
Gen watches as she drags her tongue up and down his dick, even though he can’t see it - he knows.
Hoshina is an open book anyway, so putting two and two isn’t difficult.
When he sees Hoshina is clearly holding himself back, he calls out.
“You can fuck her throat.”
Hoshina’s hips stutter at his words, and Ashiro chokes at the abrupt movement.
“I’m-, Sorry, Captain.” He breathes out, hand brushing against her cheek.
Suddenly, it feels like Gen is the one intruding.
Pushing that thought away, he decides to make himself useful, increasing the setting on the vibrator.
She moans, and Hoshina throws his head back.
Fuck.
Not fair.
The even faster setting seems to motivate Ashiro more, because she’s quickening her pace - and Hoshina is matching it.
Gen growls, clutching onto the arm rests.
He wants to fuck her.
He looks around to her spread legs, cunt glistening under the lights and he feels warmth pool in his belly.
He needs to taste her.
They’d only just been beginning when Hoshina ended up walking in, interrupting them.
He hadn’t even made her come once yet.
And Gen has never been one to be a bystander - so he removes his underwear and walks back to the bed.
Ashiro pays him no mind as her throat gets abused, Hoshina finally giving in and thrusting at an increased pace.
She’s tearing up - although it’d be more accurate to say she’s crying, and Gen ignores the urge to wipe them away.
He moves to his original position behind her, dragging a finger around her vulva.
She’s so wet.
Playfully biting up her thighs, Gen makes sure Ashiro is aware of his presence before continuing.
From the back, Gen gets a good view of Hoshina’s dick sliding into her mouth.
Hands itching, he wraps one around her throat, feeling the movement.
“Darling,” he purrs, leaning until his chest is flushed against her back. “How does it feel, being filled like this?”
She moans again, and Gen ignores the way Hoshina’s hips spasm at the vibration.
Squeezing her throat lightly before letting go, he decides to continue doing what he came back for.
He’ll make sure she ends up screaming his name soon enough.
Moving back to her pussy, Gen licks her cunt, holding onto her hips when she bucks back.
He chuckles, and the idea of the Ashiro Mina getting stuffed full from the front and back is enough to make Gen leak pre all over his cock.
So hot.
She’s so hot, and Gen pulls the vibrator out - shushing her when she whines.
It takes some effort to hold back on cleaning the soaked toy with his tongue.
But the real thing is right in front of him, so he tosses the vibrator somewhere onto the bed and continues.
He’ll make her remember who knows her best.
Breathing her in, Gen massages her clit, thrilled to see her reaction.
She’ll come soon, if the way her breathing quickens is any indication. She’s also twitching, and Gen licks his lips.
When he finally thrusts his tongue in, he manages to catch her choke out his name - and he sets a steady rhythm.
“Capta-, I-I’m-,” He hears Hoshina hurriedly say, and Gen doesn’t need to see to know she’s probably brought Hoshina as close as possible.
Begging him to come down her throat.
“Fuck.”
Yeah. Gen gets it.
In the next second, she’s groaning, loud, unabashed - rocking her hips back and Gen tastes her cum.
As he gratefully laps it up, he wonders if it’s possible to make her squirt today.
With the two of them here, and with how Ashiro has been reacting - it’d probably be enough masturbation material to last him years.
It annoys him to think about how he might not be able to do it alone.
But as he helps Ashiro ride down from her high, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs - Gen can’t help but shiver at the thought of her stuffed to the brim.
They’ve only ever tried double penetration with one of her smaller dildos. The girth of it seems to match Hoshina’s cock, but he’s longer - and it may not work as well.
Still, Gen ponders as he laps her orgasm up, he wants to try.
With her permission, of course.
He may be possessive, and in Ashiro’s words ‘good for nothing’ (except for killing Kaiju and sex) - but he’s still a decent man.
When he feels her getting over sensitive, he moves away from her cunt and sits back on his heels.
Her head rests on Hoshina’s thighs, and Gen wills himself to look away from how he wipes away the last few tears in her eyes.
“Ashiro, are you gonna…?” He asks instead. She did swallow Hoshina’s cum, after all.
“It’s- It’s okay.”
Well then.
So it’s alright if it’s him? He holds back from asking. Because that’s not what Narumi Gen does.
He doesn’t overstep when they fuck.
He doesn’t-
He doesn’t question his place in her life.
Would you let him kiss you?
Another thought pops up in his mind, unwillingly and he growls.
Shut up.
Ashiro lifts her head up, and stares at him.
“What?”
“You haven’t…” She looks down, at his cock - and even though he’d been having unsavoury thoughts, he’s still rock hard.
The veins on his dick are prominent as ever, and it burns to touch.
He stares at her, and gets an idea.
“Wanna help?”
She doesn’t hesitate before agreeing, “Okay.”
Grinning, Gen shares a fantasy he’d only let himself daydream about.
“Let me fuck your tits.”
At that, Hoshina seems to perk up, and Gen pointedly pretends he doesn’t notice.
This time, Hoshina can sit back and watch.
“How should I be positioned?”
Ever the logical one, Ashiro gets straight into planning.
He pulls her away from Hoshina, and towards the front of the bed. He seems to understand he’s not a part of this - and Gen tries to hide his pleased smile when he gets banished to the armchair.
“Lie down.” Gen commands, and while she does that - he grabs the bottle of lube lying forgotten.
Naturally, since he’s been thinking about this - he’s looked it up.
Recalling what the surprisingly informative website had mentioned, he moves to sit on her.
As he pours a generous amount of lube onto his hands, he looks down at her and grins.
She’s flushed, perhaps from getting her face fucked, and coming from it - but Gen can tell she’s excited.
She wants this as much as he does.
While spreading the lube onto her breasts, he spends pays attention to her nipples - flicking them when he can.
It makes him remember a conversation they had, once, after sex. It was one of their first few times, and Ashiro had commented how Gen was more of a giver than she’d imagined.
He wishes she’d never said that, but ultimately, it’s true.
Gen doesn’t see the point of Ashiro isn’t feeling as good as he is.
Which is why he uses his large hands (she’d commented on them too, once, delirious on pleasure) to make this enjoyable for her too.
When she’s slicked up enough, and Gen is covered in pre-cum, he fears he may not last long.
“Push your boobs together for me, princess.”
She huffs, in clearly faux annoyance with how red her face gets and does it anyway.
Always so good for him.
Gen tries not to drool at the sight of her large tits squished together - for his eyes (and Hoshina’s but whatever) alone.
The tight space between is just for him.
He slides home, instantly clutching onto the headboard and gritting his teeth.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, low. “It’s so tight.”
It’s not the same as fucking her pussy, or her mouth. It’s different and Gen loves it.
And because she’s not one to just lie there and take it - at least not today, she sticks her tongue out and licks.
Groaning at the sensation, his tip is sensitive and she knows it - Gen was right. He’s not going to last long.
Finding a pace he’s comfortable with, he drags his cock back and forth between her tits - keeping eye contact with her the entire time.
God, she’s sexy as fuck.
“So good-” he breathes out, staring into her brown eyes. “So good for me, Ashiro.”
She whines, keeping her hands in place even though Gen knows she’s getting tired.
He uses his free hand to play with her nipples, alternating between the two and pinching them.
Her legs writhe, and Gen feels the sheet get messed up at her erratic movement.
Good.
“Can- Can I-”
A facial.
Gen doesn’t do it often, since she’s quick to swallow his cum whenever she blows him.
But nothing gets him off more than seeing - seeing her, under him - face covered in his cum.
“Do it.”
And then she’s opening her mouth too, because of fucking course, she’s greedy.
Terribly greedy.
He moans at the sight, all of it - the way her tits look, the way her eyes are half-lidded in pleasure, her mouth wide open, and tongue out, waiting.
Pulling out from where his cock had been trapped between her breasts, he finishes off by stroking himself once, twice.
The angle is much better for coming onto her face, and he wills himself to keep his eyes open as he does.
Her eyes have closed, and Gen watches as her face gets splattered in white.
Gorgeous.
Her tongue reaches out to lick up whatever’s around her mouth and he groans.
“You’re so fucking-” he heaves out, hand still around his cock to bring himself down from his high.
When he’s finally done, he moves off her, and tells her to wait as he goes to the ensuite.
Gen scoffs at Hoshina whom he passes by, seeing his hand wrapped around the base of his cock.
What a masochist.
Wetting the washcloth they use with warm water, he returns and cleans her up.
She lets him do it, and Gen wills himself to stop thinking about how cute she looks.
When he’s done, she takes the cloth from him and says, “Bathroom.”
That leaves Gen and him together. In silence.
Refusing to look at him, or acknowledge his presence when Ashiro isn’t around, he digs around for the bottles of water and throws it at him instead.
It’s a shame he manages to catch it despite looking dazed.
He doesn’t bother telling Hoshina what to do.
And when she exits the bathroom, Gen throws one bottle her way too.
“Oh,” she notes after catching it with ease. “Thank you, Narumi.”
He clicks his tongue, scowling.
“Whatever.”
As usual, he crushes the empty bottle and tosses it behind him as he climbs back onto the bed.
Ashiro gives a face of disgust, as usual, and he grins.
He digs around the sex drawer for the dildo they’d used before, and turns to see Ashiro and Hoshina whispering to each other.
“Please don’t tell me you’re talking about work right now.”
She rolls her eyes, grabbing onto Hoshina’s wrist before sitting on the bed with him.
Suddenly, the bed feels way too crowded.
His bed.
(No it’s not.)
“So.” She raises an eyebrow, eyeing the toy in Gen’s hand.
“So.” He responds, looking back at her.
They sit in silence for thirty seconds before he gets tired.
“I want…” Gen thinks about how he should phrase it, because when he’s not saying shit in the heat of the moment somehow it feels ten times more awkward.
I want to see you stuffed full.
Even he knows how to show some form of decorum. It feels weird asking that.
“Hoshina, Narumi,” She says, and Gen hates that his name comes second.
“Captain.”
“Do you call her anything other than that, man?”
“Narumi.” She warns.
He rolls his eyes.
“Do you think…” She starts again, and suddenly her stern eyes are replaced by something more innocent.
Ashiro is getting shy.
He wonders if it’s because Hoshina is here too.
“Just spit it out already.”
Not that he’s one to talk.
Glaring at him, although it doesn’t look at threatening as it could be with her reddening cheeks, she huffs.
“I want the two of you to fuck me.”
Hoshina chokes on air, saliva? Gen doesn’t care.
Unlike him, he grins wide.
Like a predator that’s found its prey.
He prompts her, “At the same time?”
He already knows her answer.
“If- If that’s okay with you?” That’s not a question directed at him.
Hoshina would be an idiot to say no to this.
And Gen watches as Hoshina seems to have a second of an internal debate with himself before he reaches out for her face.
For a split second, Gen finds himself wanting to launch at him. But he holds back, because ultimately he knows his place.
He’s not like that with Ashiro.
What right does he have?
“Of course, Captain.” He whispers and Gen tries not to fake gag.
“Thank you, Hoshina.” She leans in to her touch and Gen can’t look anymore.
So he thinks about what he can do, what he’s learnt to do - what Gen does when he wants to shut his brain up.
“Hoshina,” he addresses him directly, ignoring the hand on Ashiro’s cheek. “Have you ever eaten anyone out before?”
He grins when he sees both their faces flush red.
“I can’t say I have.”
“After today you can.” Gen makes eye contact with Ashiro, asking.
When she nods, Gen grabs Ashiro by her waist again and pulls her towards him until she’s leaning against his chest.
The same position they were in earlier.
Except this time, she willingly spreads her legs open, and Gen smiles into her shoulder.
He keeps his hands on her thighs, ensuring she doesn’t close her legs and watches as Hoshina remains stunned.
“Are you going to take forever again?” He taunts.
To his surprise, Hoshina meets his gaze and replies, “No.”
And then he’s moving closer and Gen reminds Ashiro to keep her legs spread.
“Be good, babe.” He returns to the erogenous zone on her ears, and looks at her cunt.
She’s getting wetter and wetter by the second, always so desperate.
“May I…?” Hoshina asks, when he’s eye level with her pussy and Gen snorts.
He ignores the way Ashiro’s nails dig into his thighs.
“I’ll teach you how to eat her out.”
Gen rubs her inner thighs, and she lets out a pleased sigh, sensitive as ever.
He reaches down, and rubs her clit, grinning when she throws her head back against him.
“You’re going to focus on this.” He tells Hoshina, passing on the knowledge he’s learnt from reading and from practice.
He continues, rubbing it. “It feels best when you suck on her clit.”
Her nails dig deeper, and Gen knows he’s going to end up with half moons on his skin.
The idea of it makes him smile.
“Stop talking like I’m not here.” Ashiro grumbles, before letting out a pretty gasp when he drags his fingers down to her opening. “You-”
Gen grins into her shoulder, biting down. “I…?”
She twitches so hard, toes curling, getting wetter.
Despite how good she’s feeling, she still tilts her head up to glare at him, and Gen revels in that expression. He wishes he could kiss the attitude away.
(Because it’s getting harder and harder to lie to himself. It’s getting harder to act like he-)
Shaking his head, because it’s not about him right now, he circles around her hole, watching her eyes squeeze shut.
So. Damn. Cute.
Fuck.
Gen removes his fingers, nibbling on her earlobe when she whines before reluctantly acknowledging the other person with them, “Your turn.”
Instead of looking at him, Gen chooses to tease her tits instead, letting his hands roam all over her soft body.
He loves touching her. He loves handing his hands on her. He loves squeezing her thighs and leaving reddening imprints there.
Even if it doesn’t last, just like the other marks he leaves on her.
Whatever Hoshina is doing, it seems to be effective - because she’s quivering, letting out the most breathy sighs, gasping like she’s getting fucked good.
He’s so fucking turned on, and he lets her know by grinding against her ass.
When he watches her buck her hips forward, towards Hoshina’s face - he can’t help but feel envy.
God, that should be his mouth on her. That should be his tongue in her. Even if he’s already eaten her out-
To ease the thorny feeling in his heart, Gen collects pre-come from the tip of his cock, before swiping against her lips.
Obediently, without question, she opens her mouth-
Sucking- sucking so hard on his fingers that Gen can’t help but curse and sing praises into her ear.
“Shit-” He grunts, feeling the way she circles around him like she would with his cock. “Your mouth was made for me-”
Oddly enough- and Gen won’t let it get to his head as much as he wants it to- she moans at the statement.
And then Hoshina must’ve done something- because she’s crying out and tugging on his hair-
Hips thrusting forward without a care in the world, eyes squeezed shut, tearing up from the euphoria, legs open so wide- and Gen’s belly warms with pleasure and sheer want-
When she comes, she seems to let everyone know. Despite the entire apartment being sound-proof, Gen just knows all her neighbours are aware that she’s getting fucked well.
Something primal rises in him, especially when he sees the amount of come leaking out of her hole.
That brat, Hoshina, laps it all up- selfish.
“Watch this, darling,” he whispers into her ear, before deciding to act on his instincts.
Grabbing Hoshina by his neck, Gen smashes their faces together, biting his lips until his mouth is opening and he has access to her come.
Ignoring his stupid face, Gen smirks at Ashiro, before swallowing his fair share of her orgasm.
To his surprise, to his astonishment even, she becomes needier.
She becomes loud. Her pussy twitches, and she’s tugging Gen down, whining.
“Fuck me- both of you- now.” The great Ashiro Mina, pleading, begging, spreading her own legs wide open for easy access and Gen-
He can’t fucking breathe- watching her play with her hole for the two of them to admire.
“But-” Her vice-captain tries to reason, despite his hoarse voice and the way he’s clearly drooling, “You just-”
“Hoshina,” Ashiro snaps, although it’s less stern and akin to the impatience of a needy princess- “This is an order-”
And it’s obvious he lives to serve her, because he’s pumping his cock in the next second, putting on a show for her- jaw set.
Gen has been ready for this ever since Hoshina walked in on them, so he manhandles her- the way she loves when she’s in a submissive mood.
The way she loves it when she wants to be taken care of.
“Grab the condoms-” Gen is about to demand, when Ashiro wraps her legs around Hoshina’s waist, keeping him there.
He raises an eyebrow, ready to growl at the act when-
“No-” She gasps out, as she tugs Hoshina closer, until his cock is rubbing against her hole. God, she’s so fucking hot. “No, it’s alright.”
Alarm bells comically sound out in Hoshina’s mind, so easy to fucking read- and Gen smirks.
“Want us to come in you, princess? You’re so fucking-” He doesn’t usually- he doesn’t usually talk down to her- but god-
She looks up at him, eyes narrowing. “Say it.”
Gen stares into her brown eyes, drowning in them. The same way he’s been underwater and choking on her, and everything she’s willing to give him- the last few years of this.
“You’re such a fucking cockslut, holy fuck, Ashiro.” He spits out, nails digging into her soft thighs.
Pre-come gushes out of her, and Gen is so damn dizzy, watching the way she gasps, bucking up and fucking into air.
Desperate for friction.
“Ah-” she moans, and Gen makes use of her pre to fuck her pussy with his fingers, preparing her.
Hoshina remains stunned, face red, and he rolls his eyes at how useless he is.
Whatever, if he doesn’t want to anything, then Gen will.
With three fingers, slipping in so easily whenever she’s drenched, he thrusts into her at a steady pace, watching how her back arches.
“Hoshina…” she struggles to say, and Gen feels a vein pop as he thrusts in particularly fast- abusing her sweet spot. Even more so when she interlaces her hand with that fuckass bowlcut.
He growls into her ear, “The one fucking you right now is me.”
She narrows her eyes at him again, and Gen bites down on whatever skin that’s exposed and within reach.
The nerve-
The nerve of her, and the nerve of his own heart to ache this bad.
Still, when he tests the waters with an additional finger, and she’s gasping out in pleasure once she’s used to the width-
Gen tosses out any emotion that isn’t being absolutely horny out of the window.
He has to focus on what’s in front of him.
Hoshina finally snaps out of it in the mean time, grabbing the bottle of lube that’d lay forgotten on the bed.
Gen pointedly ignores the way Hoshina presses a kiss to Ashiro’s hand before slicking himself up.
“I’m going in first.” He says, hands getting tired from thrusting in and out of her hole. “Make yourself useful and look up how to-”
“I know how,” Ashiro, to his surprise as he stills his hand, gasps out. “I know what to do.”
“You-” He pulls his fingers out to play with her clit, his cock leaking all over her ass. “You’re fucking-”
“You looked up how to get…” Hoshina mumbles, stopping too, and Gen can tell it’s because if he hadn’t - he would’ve come at her admission.
“How to get fucked by two cocks? God, Ashiro-” Gen finishes the question for him, teasing her cunt, absolutely broken by how hot she is. “Did you practice? Did you practice with your toys? Tell me- tell us, Ashiro.”
He whispers into her ear, feeling how wet she gets from it. Listening to her moan out, entire body quivering and he can feel how warm she is.
“Sh-Shut up,” she sighs out, not threatening at all- especially when she keeps Gen’s hand from moving away. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Gen snorts, proceeding to stuff his fingers back into her. “You have to tell us what you learnt, how you practiced, darling.”
She growls at him, and the grin on his face widens.
“Lie down.”
“Don’t complain when I remove my hand then.”
Ashiro clicks her tongue, before removing it herself, moaning at the loss anyway.
And then he’s getting flipped over, with Gen letting her even though he has the strength to stop it from happening.
It’s nice knowing that Ashiro has the physical advantage over him, but becomes powerless when he’s fucking her.
Or at least, on days where she wants to be fucked.
“Hoshina,” she calls for the loser behind her, and Gen grins - knowing he’s the one who’s blessed with her front view. “You’ll enter from behind.”
“Ro-”
“For the love of god, do not say roger to that.” Gen raises his voice, holding onto her hips as he sits himself up.
To his surprise, Ashiro lets out a snort, and he wills himself not to find it endearing.
He wills himself to ignore the way her smile is gorgeous.
Instead, Gen takes immense pleasure in feeling how she’s soaking wet, sitting on him - clit just inches away from his hard cock.
“Tell me- tell us if we start hurting you, Ashiro.” He finds himself saying, as he pours a generous amount of lube over himself.
“How uncharacteristically nice of you.” The irritating fox sounds out from behind her, and Gen clicks his tongue- reminding himself to focus.
Pretend that guy isn’t there.
To his second surprise, she defends him, “He’s always been like this.”
Gen ignores how hot his cheeks feel. He ignores how they’re as warm as his dick, teasing her hole instead.
“Hah…” she sighs, like she hasn’t been filled in hours. As if she didn’t just have four fingers in her.
So fucking greedy.
Slowly, he lifts her up, guiding her over his cock.
He waits for her to adjust to his size, even though they’ve done this far more times than he can remember (but he does, every single time).
Once she does, she leans forward slightly, and Gen chokes- feeling her boobs pressed up against his chest.
“What the-” He asks, eyes unabashedly looking down, licking his lips at how big they are. God, he wishes he could hold them all the time.
“Hoshina.”
Ugh.
Gen rolls his eyes, yelping when she pinches him.
“Don’t be rude.” She says to him, before looking over her shoulder. “Enter.”
“Are you sure…?” He asks, and Gen rolls his eyes again.
“I practiced, Hoshina.” She reminds him, and Gen moans at how confident she sounds.
Gen grabs onto her face, squeezing her cheeks, “Did you think of us? Did you imagine the both of us fucking you? You’re so greedy, Ashiro.”
Her eyelids flutter shut, and Gen commits her blissed out face to memory. He commits the way she bites down hard on her lower lip when Hoshina eases himself in.
Gen can feel it. He can feel how hot the bastard is, and he can feel how wet she’s getting with him entering.
He starts rubbing soothing circles around her cheeks instead, helping her relax.
Even if she did practice as she shamelessly said, it’s surely no easy task getting filled to the brim like this.
It’d taken a while, and a lot of lube for her to adjust to both the dildo and his cock back when they first did it together.
So Gen strokes her cheek, keeping his eyes on her, and the way she digs her nails into his sides.
He welcomes the pain.
“Relax, Ashiro,” he says, using his other hand to tease her clit. “You’re doing so good, baby.”
She whines, high- Voice so high- the way it gets whenever she’s extremely turned on.
Whenever she lets herself go.
“That’s it…” he whispers, letting out a hiss when he feels Hoshina bottom out. “So pretty- You’re so pretty like this.”
His hair is falling into his eyes, and he huffs in annoyance, until Ashiro slowly leans back - holding onto him with shaky arms.
God, she’s flexing. It’s unintentional, Gen knows- but it’s so hot- her arms- her shoulders, he feels himself burn as he admires how sexy her figure is.
The broad shoulders, her huge tits, her tiny waist, her biceps- on par with his own-
When she’s upright again, Gen tries to blow away his bangs, wanting to take a better look.
When it doesn’t work, he’s about to remove his hand that’s slapping her clit, when he sees the world again.
Fingers in his hair.
She’d brushed his hair back for him.
And oh-
She’s smiling. She’s smiling, and Gen-
He grits his teeth, feeling something that isn’t just the desire to fuck her hard try to slip through the cracks.
So-
So he seals the gaps up, rubbing against her clit as thanks.
Instantly, the smile fades, and she’s throwing her head back.
When he looks down at where they’re connected, he groans at the sight of her hole stuffed so fucking full.
“God-“ Gen chokes out, trailing his other hand onto her belly- “Can you feel this- can you feel yourself, can you feel how fucking-“
He can’t even the form words. He can’t even think-
She’s so hot. She’s so hot and she’s placing her palm over his hand, onto her belly-
He watches as her pre-cum oozes out, and perhaps both of their pre is mixed in there as well, causing Gen to clench his jaw.
It’s so fucking tight. It’s so fucking hot. Fuck.
When hands creep up from behind, Gen grins.
Hoshina finally gets it, playing with her breasts, and her hips stutter at the sudden attention.
Gen is the one who gets a good view of her reaction, watching how her mouth hangs open, looking fucked out already - drooling.
Her toes curl, heels digging into the sheets and he slaps her clit once more.
“Wanting the both of us to fuck you- I bet you planned this, didn’t you?” He smirks at her, feeling the way she squeezes. “Wanted your vice-captain to walk in on us, so he could fuck you too.”
The vice-captain in question moans, before mouthing at her shoulder.
“Get your own fucking spot, bowlcut.” Gen growls, seeing him aim for the place where he’d already bit.
“My apologies, didn’t realize your baby teeth even left a mark.” The bastard smiles, and if he wasn’t in Ashiro, he would’ve pushed him off the bed.
“Hoshina-" she says, stern, and it’s hilarious how he shuts his mouth, immediately, moving to the other side.
What a fucking dog.
Just before he can ask how she’s faring, adjusting to both of them, she rocks her hips- and all three of them moan.
Gen growls, hands flying to her waist instantly, “Fuck-"
He’s not going to last. He’s not going to last, and he knows damn well Hoshina won’t either.
With Ashiro, it’s no question. He knows she’ll come soon, he can already tell.
“You can move.” She says, and it’d have sounded like an order, had it not been for the way she sighs, content.
Not knowing who she’s referring to, he raises an eyebrow.
“Who.”
Ashiro glares at him, but he doesn’t budge.
Gen smirks, “I’m not moving until you clarify, darling.”
“Hm,” His smile drops as soon as he hears Hoshina. “I’ll go.”
And then he’s moving, and Gen hisses at the friction- and how she immediately tightens up.
“Oh-" she whines, breathy- blissed out, and Gen grits his teeth.
He won’t be letting that fucking idiot best him.
He thrusts up, groaning when Ashiro cries out, finding purchase on his shoulders.
It stings. Her nails dig into his skin and it fucking stings but they’ve managed to find a rhythm- all three of them, and it’s so hot. It’s so overwhelmingly hot, being able to feel how she’s filled so full.
And she loves it. Ashiro loves it, letting the both of them know how big they are- how good they are-
She comes first. She comes when Gen asks if she enjoys this- if she enjoys being a whore- and Hoshina is growling at him- the most serious he’s seen him so far-
“Don’t fuckin’ call Captain Ashiro that.” He says, voice deep and low and even though Ashiro hadn’t minded- and in fact loved it- she loved how her dog had barked out just as much-
“Wow, Ashiro-" Gen whistles, feeling her cum, listening to the sickeningly sweet squelch- “How selfish- You know you’re greedy, and yet you love when he defends you-"
“Shut- Shut the fuck up…” she twitches around both their cocks, and he licks his lips.
Her cum helps them slide inside, and against each other, better.
Before he can stop, feeling the way her thighs shake, and seeing the sweat all over her face, making her hair stick to her forehead in such an annoyingly beautiful way-
She doesn’t let him.
She doesn’t let them.
“But you’re-" Hoshina says, cupping her tits. Gen scoffs, he clearly doesn’t want to stop either. “Won’t it hurt?”
“Keep- Keep going.” She pants out, rubbing her own clit, and Gen feels sweat rolling down his back.
He can’t help it when he says, “We can wait-"
She spreads her legs wider, if even possible, showing off- showing off how stretched out her pussy is-
Gen moans at the sight, wishing he could take a picture. She’s so fucking hot. She’s so hot, and she’s stuffed to the brim, and Gen wants nothing more than to move again until she’s a sobbing mess.
He wants to see her even more fucked out. He wants to see her full of his cum. He wants to kiss her so fucking bad.
He wants to tell her-
He wants to tell her he-
“Move,” she demands, spreading her hole for both of them to see and Gen hears Hoshina choke out.
He’s no better, he’s no better.
“You’re fucking insane, Ashiro.”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Authority.
That’s hot.
It always will be, when she’s the one who’s getting herself fucked to the core, yet she always has the ability to give orders.
Not in the way of a princess anymore, but in the way of a king.
God.
Gen gets why anybody would live to serve her.
But that’s not him.
So he grins like a mad man, holding onto her inner thighs as he thrusts particularly hard.
If she’s so desperate- If she wants him so bad, he’ll give it to her.
She throws her head back, leaning against Hoshina, but he doesn’t let it bother him.
He doesn’t let it bother him because she’s swallowing Gen’s fingers in her mouth, hallowing her cheeks like she needs more.
Greedy. Greedy. Greedy.
“Might as well have stuffed the dildo in you too-“ he grits out, clenching so hard on his bottom teeth when Hoshina matches his pace again.
She moans, loud, so fucking noisy at that.
He wonders how she’ll be able to walk tomorrow. He wonders if there’ll be a limp. He wonders if anybody will ever know that the Commander of the Third Division loves his cock.
To her credit, she does make a feeble attempt at trying to match them, despite being overstimulated- despite being exhausted.
When Hoshina comes- of course that loser comes first, he bites down hard on Ashiro’s shoulder- and he realizes he’s got pretty sharp teeth.
She gasps out, hole spasming at the feeling of hot cum in her, and Gen groans.
The extra lubricant helps, and he pushes past his limits to-
“Ah, ah, wait-" She suddenly says, and Gen immediately stops. She whines when he does.
“What is it?”
He’s not worried. He’s not worried at all. Of course he isn’t- it’s why his heart beat quickens, as he glances over her, making sure she hasn’t hurt herself.
“I’m okay-" She gasps out, walls squeezing against their cocks, causing Hoshina to bite down again. “I’m okay.”
He raises an eyebrow, unable to stop his hand from rubbing against her sensitive thighs.
“Narumi.”
“Ashiro-"
“Move.” She says, looking right at him. Looking right into him. He wonders what she can see, when she smirks out- “Faster.”
He chuckles. He chuckles as he runs his hand through his hair again, preparing himself.
He’s not going to last any longer. Not with the way she feels so hot. Not with how she’s looking at him like that- challenging him.
“You asked for it, Ashiro.”
To his disbelief, he can feel Hoshina swelling up again, but he pays that no mind. It’s easier to fuck her when he’s not fully hard anyway.
So he goes faster, because she asked- because Gen doesn’t back down from a request.
Because Narumi Gen fucking loves her- and he’s willing- he’s always willing-
Anything-
Anything for her.
She lets out another broken gasp, and that’s how Gen knows he’s fucked up by saying that out loud.
She seems to love it though, she loves it- wrapping her legs around his waist and he has her all to himself as he thrusts at a quicker pace into her welcoming hole.
“Hah,” she cries out, eyes screwed shut, doing her best to match his pace and failing and god it’s so fucking cute.
And then-
And then-
“You’re so fucking cute-" he sighs out, sweat dripping from his chin as he fucks her just the way she likes it, “Come on, baby. Come for me, I know you can.”
She whines. She whines, grinding down against their cocks- and it’s so tight again.
Hoshina’s hand ends up on her lower belly, and Gen gives it a glance over- grinning at how obvious the bulge is.
“Narumi, Narumi-" When she pants his name out like that- when she sings praises into his ear, into the air, about how much she loves his cock- how she loves how huge he is-
He can’t help it. He can’t help but chokes out a moan as he fills her up, gritting his teeth and-
And oh-
He chokes again, eyes wide as she-
She shakes, she shakes so hard and she screams-
Liquid- So much liquid comes out of her-
Gen-
Gen grits his teeth, forcing himself to stop from bending down to kiss her- to pry her mouth open with his tongue-
“Captain-"
She’s crying. She’s crying and twitching and a sensitive and soaking mess-
“You fucking squirted.” Gen pants out, when he has the ability to speak again.
She whines, trying to close her legs, trying to hide- but Gen keeps them open.
Gen huffs, “That’s so hot- holy fuck-"
Hoshina wipes her tears, cooing, whispering things he refuses to hear into her ear as Gen keeps watching-
He keeps watching her hole.
How it’s so wet. How it’s an abused red. How fucked out it looks. How fucked out she looks.
He wants to keep his cock there. He wants to keep his cock inside, he wants to-
He wants to keep his cum in her.
God.
He disgusts himself.
The sheets are stained. The sheets are stained, drenched, and-
It’s so hot. It’s so undeniably sexy, when he reluctantly pulls out and she moans again- at the feeling of all of their orgasms leaking out.
He commits it to memory.
When he notes how Hoshina has softened, he clicks his tongue. Bastard came in her twice.
But he easily forgives that, especially when her hole twitches, tightening around air and the cum the moment they’re both out.
She’s still catching her breath, so Gen rubs her thighs slowly, just the way she appreciates it when she’s coming down from a high.
Except it’d been more than that, if the way she still has her hand clutching onto the sheets is any indication.
Gen can’t stop looking. He can’t stop looking at her, how gorgeous she looks- how gorgeous her cunt looks.
Before he can let another vulgar thought take over, Hoshina slowly slides her off him and Gen makes sure she’s comfortable on the bed.
“Gettin’ the cloth, Captain.”
“Mm,” she makes a small noise in acknowledgment, eyes still shut, and Gen-
He brushes the hair away from her face, rubs the back of his knuckles against her cheek for a quick second-
Except-
Before he can move away, realizing how tender he’s being-
She keeps his hand there.
Gen swallows hard.
It doesn’t mean anything.
It doesn’t.
It’s why he carefully moves away from her, shutting out her whine and pretending her hand isn’t reaching for him.
When he passes by Hoshina who has a cloth in hand, Gen announces he’s going to run the bath.
He’ll need to clear their cum out of her first in the shower, but he’s used to that. Hoshina can watch and learn from the outside.
Once the water is hot, just how Ashiro likes it, he walks out-
Before going back into the bathroom.
His heart-
His heart aches.
She’s- She’s kissing him-
He didn’t get a good look but he’d seen the way her hands were tangled in that stupid haircut-
The way her face looked so serene, cheeks slightly flushed and oh-
Gen grits his teeth, clenching his fists as he leans his head against the bathroom wall.
Patting his hair down, he supposes-
It’s never been him.
Fuck.
He splashes his face with water, hoping-
Hoping washing his face helps blend the tears-
Taking a deep breath, Gen walks back out-
Thankful that they’ve stopped and that guy is merely wiping her down.
There’s still an incredible amount of cum leaking out of her hole, and his cock twitches in interest.
“Shower time.” He says, lifting her up the way he always does, willing the dull pain in his head to go away when she loops her arms around his neck. “New sheets are in the closet, second shelf.”
He calls out to her vice, ordering him to make himself useful.
Gen doesn’t get to see if he does, as he enters the bathroom, holding onto her when they’re in the shower.
When she bends over, hands against the walls of the shower, Gen kneels down on one knee to clean her up.
The first time he’d come inside, they ended up fucking again because it was just so sexy- seeing the way cum was spilling out of her hole.
Her moans had echoed throughout the bathroom, enjoying herself as he pushed right back into her- And god, he would’ve kept his dick in her, plugging her up, if he were crazier.
But as time passed, Gen focused on her a bit more, being able to tell when she was too tired to be cheeky. On the days where she wouldn’t be collecting the cum to stuff herself, he’d gently clear her pussy.
If she wasn’t feeling it, Gen kept his hands focused on the task of showering her, making sure she was clean.
It’s what he does now, using his fingers to scrape everything out. He has enough self-control to ignore her soft moans at the sensation.
Gen’s done this enough to recognize what she wants from him.
“My knees hurt,” he grumbles, thinking fuckass Hoshina should be doing this since there’s more of him inside her.
But the memory from minutes ago flashes into his mind, so he sets his jaw and-
Yeah, no.
Gen presses his face into her inner thigh, leaving one last mark there, before standing up.
Ashiro grabs onto him, steadying him and he-
He lets himself pat her on the head.
She looks up at him in wonder, and Gen didn’t know six centimetres could seem like so much.
He didn’t know-
He never knew she could be so endearing.
(But he’s always known. He’s known since they were rookies. He’s known because he was always watching her- looking for her in a crowded room full of people.
Gen has always known he liked her more than he should’ve.)
Putting that aside, he gets to washing her with practiced movements, and she’s pliant in his hands.
She insists on washing his hair for him, so he tilts his head down- trying not to think if it’s the last time.
It probably-
It probably is.
So he lets himself indulge in the way her fingers feel in his hair, and how her hands feel on his body.
Gentle.
Gentle, and Gen feels so undeserving of her pity.
When they’re done, he makes sure the water in the bath is still warm. Except-
“Not today.”
“Hah?! You could’ve said that earlier!” He gestures to the water in the tub, complaining about how it took so much effort.
She rolls her eyes at him, and it’s fond. He knows. He recognizes that expression on her. He hates it. He loves it. “I’m sure, Narumi.”
He grumbles some more about it, as he carries her out of the bathroom- towel wrapped around her hair and another around her body.
“Captain, wear this.” Hoshina appears from fuck knows where- Gen had forgotten he was there, passing his shirt to her.
This is her house! She has her own clothes! This selfish-
She takes it, to his annoyance, and drapes it over her shoulders.
Gen pretends not to care as he guides her to the bed.
“Bathroom.” He says, and Gen nods yes, please go and never come back. Ashiro nods too, nicer than him, telling him to take his time washing up.
Looking at the new sheets on the bed, the opened window to air the room out-
Gen feels a pang in his heart.
Soon-
After today-
Maybe. Maybe if he’d said something earlier-
But-
If she never-
He growls in frustration, rubbing her hair to dry it. Before gentler, grabbing the hair dryer and combing through her fine hair.
He loves-
He loves when it’s wet, a little bit wavy-
She looks the prettiest like that.
“Are you staying over?” She asks, and Gen lowers the setting of the hairdryer to listen.
Ha. He wants to laugh.
“Is that a trick question?”
She makes a noise of confusion, and Gen brings the setting back up so he can drown out her answer.
He doesn’t want to hear it.
Once her hair is dry, he picks up his shirt and sweats, putting them on.
“You’re really not staying?” She asks again, and Gen wants to click his tongue.
Does she take him for an idiot?
Yet-
Yet- The way she sounds, the expression on her face-
Gen sighs, looking at the bathroom, and then back at her.
“No.”
She watches the movement, she watches him.
He looks right back at her.
“Ah.”
Shrugging, he puts his hands in his pockets. “Yup.”
Ashiro has always been smart. Of course she figures it out quickly.
Gen doesn’t want to intrude any longer than he has, anyway. Even if everything in the room is currently his, it won’t be - after long.
He knows. He knows-
He’s always been easily replaceable anyway.
“For the record,” she says, keeping him from walking away. “I’ve never once thought of anybody else when I was with you.”
Gen isn’t sure if he prefers that.
“Me too.”
Sighing, he walks up to the edge of the bed where she’s seated and leans down.
Covering her eyes, he ignores her noise of confusion and moves her bangs out of her face before placing a kiss on her forehead.
“Wh-"
“I’m leaving.”
Leaving her apartment he means, they both know that.
But Gen is certain she’s aware of the other meaning behind his words.
They can’t keep this up anymore.
She seems to be holding back words, and Gen is grateful that she isn’t letting her thoughts out.
He doesn’t really want to hear them right now, or ever.
“Okay.”
He turns around, making it a point to avoid the ensuite so he doesn’t have to see Hoshina.
Except, before he can exit the guest bedroom he’s being pulled back.
“If you’re going to do it,” it’s Ashiro, and his eyes widen as she brings her face closer to his. “Do it properly.”
And she grabs him by his shirt and tugs downwards, so their lips are smashing against each other.
Fuck, he closes his eyes immediately and wraps an arm around her waist.
He uses his other hand to keep her chin steady, and he marvels at their small height difference.
He should’ve done this earlier. Should’ve when he still could have.
The kiss heats up, as they open their mouths and Gen groans at the feeling of her tongue against his own.
Her arms are wrapped around his neck, hands finding their way to his hair - and she’s always, always pulling.
God, they’re making out.
He pushes her until she’s stumbling back, further and further until the back of her knees hit the bed and she falls onto the bed.
Their lips part and Gen tries his best not to chase after her and stares instead.
The shirt, he thinks bitterly she has over her shoulders do nothing to cover up her chest now that she’s laying on the bed.
He hovers over her, conflicted.
As always, she looks gorgeous. And he hates her.
He hates her for letting him kiss her.
He hates her for reciprocating, for what must be the first and last time.
He hates her.
And yet.
He thinks, as he wills himself not to cry like a fucking loser- he loves her.
“Ashiro,” he hates the way his voice wavers, “you’re so damn unfair.”
She grabs onto his cheeks, holds his face in place, and Gen loses his breath.
“Mm.” It's all she says before she’s pulling him down again, to leave a chaste kiss on his lips.
(Neither of them have to say anything for him to know it’s the last one he’ll ever get from her.)
He doesn’t get the chance to return the favour, because she’s already letting go.
And Gen has no choice but to move away from where he’s boxed her in.
Hoshina chooses that exact moment to return, and Gen exhales shakily.
He reaches into his pocket, and throws the set of keys he’s carried everyday since he got them.
Of course, Hoshina catches them without missing a beat.
“Spare keys. If the electric lock doesn’t work use those. Ashiro likes ordering takeout after sex-"
“Narumi-"
“Number’s on the fridge. See you.”
He tugs on his jacket, and takes one last look at Ashiro - vulnerable, sitting on the guest bed.
The bed he’s slept in more times than he can count.
The room he’s been in more times than he can count.
With the woman he’s been with more times than he can count.
Fuck.
She doesn’t say anything.
He doesn’t want her to.
The moment he steps out, he’ll never be able to do this again.
He’ll never be able to step foot in her apartment again.
He’ll never be able to witness what it’s like to make her cry out, scream in pleasure, and shout at him in annoyance.
He’ll never have Bakko greet him each time he goes to change the sheets.
He’ll never sit at that dining table again.
He’ll never use that mug again.
Gen swallows back tears, and hastily puts on his boots. This fucking sucks.
Giving himself one last pat down, he wishes the apartment goodbye in his head, and leaves.
He doesn’t look back.
He doesn’t think about what the two of them could be doing.
He doesn’t think.
He holds his tears back the entire way down on the elevator, and when he reaches the carpark.
He holds his tears back as he puts on his helmet, and gets on his motorbike.
He holds everything back as he speeds through cities and buildings until he reaches the beach.
When he’s there, alone, accompanied by the waves and nothing else - he screams.
He shouts, and he yells, and he cries.
It’s never been him.
He reaches into his jacket, taking out his box of cigarettes. Just one.
He needs it today.
But the moment he opens the box, he finds a piece of paper tucked between the cigarette sticks and he holds his breath as he unfolds it.
‘Quit smoking, or I’m going to be beat you in every other category next year.’
There’s a drawing of a stupid cat next to the words and Gen can’t stop the fucking tears from falling as he crunches the note in his fist.
You’re so fucking unfair, Ashiro.
He laughs, and laughs, and laughs and cries until he forgets he wanted to smoke in the first place, and flattens the note out and tucks it back into the box.
He likes her so much.
“Captain.”
“I know,” she sighs, putting her head in her hands.
That wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
“That was really badly done.”
“Hoshina,” she warns, eyeing him, “Are you trying to make me angry?”
“My apologies!”
He walks over to her, rubbing her shoulders and Mina leans into it while sighing.
She’s an idiot.
“I should-“ She gnaws on her lower lip, thinking. “I should tell him.”
“Should?” Hoshina raises an eyebrow, and Mina wants to squeeze his cheeks.
“The next time I’m over at Ariake. I will tell him.”
“Mm,” Hoshina hums, before bending down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Good.”
“Thank you, Hoshina.” She tilts her head up, until she’s eye to eye with him. “Thank you for understanding.”
“Today was nice.”
“Was it?”
“It was hot. You were hot.”
She feels her cheeks warm, as she interlaces their hands together. “I really like you, Hoshina.”
“I know.” He grins at her, and Mina rolls her eyes, fond.
“And I like-" she coughs, before sighing. “I like him too.”
“To my surprise.”
“To my own as well, Hoshina.” She shakes her head, wondering-
Well. It’s not- It’s not as shocking or that big of a question of how it happened. Of how she fell for Narumi, of all people.
He’s nice, he’s sweet- in a way that makes her heart ache because he’s exceptionally kind- despite how he looks.
Despite how he acts, sometimes.
Anybody would fall for him, if they knew.
“I need to tell him.”
“You do, Captain.”
“Next time.” She says, standing up- hissing at the-
Flushing, she glares at Hoshina who chuckles behind his hand, clearly enjoying her suffering.
“Hoshina.” Mina narrows her eyes at him, until he finally helps her up.
“Shall I carry you?”
“It’s just a short walk to the room next door.”
“Oh? But you seemed to enjoy being carried by-"
She clears her throat, wrapping her hand around his wrist, “Hoshina.”
“Yes, yes.” He says, putting his free hand up in defense. “Careful now.”
When they make it to her room, she pulls him down with her, and they lie in bed. She throws her leg over him, trapping him there.
“I’m hungry though?”
“Captain’s orders.” She sighs into his neck, feeling her eyelids struggle to stay open.
“Abusing your authority, are you?” He whispers into her hair, and she pinches his side.
Mina dreams of a fool with black and white hair, bright and unfortunately endearing pink eyes.
She imagines what it’d be like, to have another person on her left. To have both people she loves by her side.
Because Ashiro Mina is greedy. She’s loved Narumi Gen since she was a rookie. She’s loved him since he was nothing more than a thorn in his side, someone to help make her days as an officer better.
She loves Narumi Gen now, even when they’re both Captains, and she’s doing well.
She loves Narumi Gen.
And she likes Hoshina Soshiro, too.