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you’d never have imagined yourself in this situation, but since you’re stuck here, why not enjoy it? your face burns at a fever pitch. you try to hide it, but your seniors see right through you. the closed office condition not helping your case at all.
harumasa, your lazy senior of three years along with yanagi, your very diligent deputy chief, smiles at you, “we’re not forcing, you can think of this as a… christmas gift if you wish to! i mean, you can just, opt out of the plan!” harumasa awkwardly laughs, yanagi repositioning her glasses, the glare on it always threatening you. “yes, i am here outside of work, not as your co worker or your deputy chief, just as yanagi.”
ever since they discovered your feelings - and you discovered theirs - everything has changed. you can’t help but recall being stuck in that broom closet with haru. something had definitely stood up then, but it wasn't his sense of justice regarding all the meetings he'd missed, while he scrambled to say sorry, you accidentally rubbed on him again, making his eyes a little more glossy, he ended up going to the office bathroom, but he did mention it wasn’t a new thing, which was odd.
and that one time yanagi confessed in a new year’s festival, as you were just aiming a target with a toy bow for some nice bear plushie, yanagi approached you, her attire very traditional to represent the special occasion, “i’m sorry if this brushes off as very unprofessional, but my mind has been… on you these days, when i eat, i go out in the battlefields, i shower, i mastur—“ she quickly stops herself before she goes to far, pushing her glasses up and clearing her throat, “regardless, i want you to be more comfortable around me, we are co-workers, after all.” she smiles at you, the glare on her lenses showing the fantastic fireworks flying up to the horizons, it was one of the best days in your limited life.
“i’m-i’m sorry! i need to think more about this!” the words tumble out in a panicked rush as you bolt toward the office bathroom. you dive inside and click the lock just as your heart begins to hammer against your ribs. a part of you fears they might just give up and leave, but right now, your pride takes priority - this is incredibly humiliating by your standards.
it’s not that you’re chaste, but you aren't exactly lecherous, either. it’s simply the mental image: the thought of both harumasa and yanagi - the two people you’ve been pining for - having their hands on you at the exact same time is utterly overwhelming. it isn't even a fear of consequences, you’re on the pill, and you know yanagi is far too meticulous with the unit’s medical records to overlook that. no, it’s the sensory overload of it all. it flusters you to a point that is genuinely terrifying.
you splash cold water on your face, the porcelain of the sink feeling like the only solid thing in a world that’s suddenly turned upside down. the silence of the bathroom is a big contrast to the expectant feeling in the other room.
a christmas gift. harumasa’s voice echoes in your head. he’d phrased it so casually, but the heat still thrumming in your veins tells you it’s anything but simple.
you look at yourself in the mirror. your hair is a tangled mess, and your eyes are wide with a mix of terror and a side of guilty excitement. you think of yanagi - always so composed, so by the book admitting that she thinks of you even in intimate times. then there’s haru, whose lazy demeanor clearly hides a much more active interest in you than he let on.
a soft knock on the door makes you jump.
“hey,” harumasa’s voice is muffled by the plastic door, unusually gentle. gone is the awkward tone. “we didn’t mean to corner you. if the ‘two-on-one’ special is too much, just say the word.”
“he is correct,” yanagi adds, her voice crisp but lacking its usual professionalism. “our feelings are not a mandate for your life. we simply… found it logical to be honest, since we discovered we were sharing the same target of affection.”
you lean your forehead against the cool door. “it makes sense,” she repeats. as if having your two coworkers offer you a ‘christmas gift’ of this magnitude could ever be categorized as logic.
“you’re still there, right?” harumasa asks. you can almost hear him leaning his weight against the other side of the door.
you take a deep breath, your hand trembling as it reaches for the lock. you have two choices: stay in here until they give up and leave, or walk out and face the overwhelming reality of both of them.
you slowly pull the door open, the light from the office spilling into the dark bathroom. harumasa straightens up, his usual slouch vanishing for a second, while yanagi’s hand pauses mid-air, having been seconds away from adjusting her glasses again.
“the plan,” you repeat, your voice steadier than you feel. “how does this… how does this even work between the… three of us?”
harumasa rubs the back of his neck, his gaze drifting from your eyes to the floor and back again. “well, usually i’m the one sleeping on the job, but for this? i think i can stay awake, and for the ‘how does this work’ part, i think yanagi can start.” he steps closer, “it’s not a work review, {name} we just want to be with you. together. no secrets, no annoying and frustrating sexual tension. just… us.”
yanagi steps forward, placing a hand on the doorframe beside you, her fingers are trembling slightly.
“logistically,” she says, her breath hitching, “we have already discussed the boundaries. harumasa is surprisingly… flexible. and i prefer to ensure that every participant is satisfied to the fullest extent. if at any point you feel ‘overwhelmed,’ we stop. my word as your superior.”
she leans in just a little more, the scent of her perfume - something professional, yet underlyingly floral and delicious - filling your senses. “but i suspect you won’t want to stop.”
you look at harumasa’s relaxed posture and then at yanagi’s focused gaze. “i don’t want you both to leave,” you admit, the words rushing out before you can overthink them again.
harumasa’s grin turns into something warmer in a way that makes your stomach flip. “good. because i already cleared our schedules for the rest of the night. no meetings, no paperwork.”
yanagi nods, “indeed. the only ‘work’ left to do involves this room, that desk, those couches, and the two of us making up for all the time we spent pretending we didn't want you.”
she reaches out, her hand finally making contact as she tucks a stray hair behind your ear. her skin is noticeably hot.
“now,” yanagi whispers, “shall we begin the briefing?”
you can only nod, your throat too tight to speak. yanagi doesn't wait for a verbal answer, she reaches out and takes your hand, her grip firm. she guides you toward the corner of the office where the brown, well-worn couches sit - the only comforting thing in this always-busy room.
she settles you onto the cushions, but before you can even catch your breath, she’s moving. yanagi straddles your lap, her weight a sudden move that pins you to the couch. her ususal composure has completely dissipated, replaced by prurience that leaves you lightheaded.
she leans in, pulling you into a kiss that isn’t a request - it’s an invitation into her world. her lips are soft but demanding, tasting of desperate attempts. as she kisses you, her hands moves sliding up the fabric of your button-up shirt. you shiver as her fingers find the clasp of your bra, unhooking it.
a playful giggle breaks the silence from behind her, harumasa is leaning against the back of the couch, watching the scene unfold with a lustful sort of amusement. “aye, the deputy chief is on fire right now!” he cheers softly, his eyes roaming over the two of you. he reaches out, his hand trailing over your shoulder, reminding you he’s right there. “just don’t forget i’m part of the fun, yanagi. you’re gonna wear them out before i even get a turn.”
yanagi doesn’t break the kiss immediately, but you feel her smirk against your lips. she pulls back just an inch, her breath hot against your skin.
“patience, harumasa,”she murmurs, her hands sliding under the loosened fabric of your shirt to find your bare skin. “i am simply executing an foreplay. but if you're so eager to assist... i'm sure you can find a way to make yourself useful while i'm busy.”
“like, doing what?” harumasa’s giggle returns from behind you, but the tone has shifted. it’s no longer just playful.
yanagi doesn’t answer him with words. her focus is entirely on the task at hand. with a steady hand, she begins to undo the buttons of your shirt - only the top half, pulling the fabric back just far enough to reveal your breasts, your skin flushed and sensitive in the cool office air.
“what a lewd sight,” she murmurs, a smile on her lips. the sight of you, disheveled and pinned beneath her on the couch, seems to satisfy something deep within her. she leans down, her hair falling like a curtain around the two of you, and begins to suckle on your sensitive nipple, while her free hand fondles your other nipple.
behind you, harumasa loses the last of his patience. he lets out an exhale, biting his bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark as the sight makes his blood rush south. he leans over the back of the couch, his body crowding you from behind as he begins to pepper kisses along the side of your sensitive neck.
“yanagi’s right,” he whispers against your skin, his voice strained. “you really are a mess.”
he reaches around, his hand firm as he cups your chin, tilting your head back to force you to look at him. you oblige, your head lolling back against his shoulder, your eyes glazed with the dual sensation of yanagi’s gentle stimulation and haru’s touch on your face.
harumasa doesn't wait for permission. he dives in, his mouth crashing against yours in a desperate kiss. it’s a complete contrast to yanagi’s movements - his tongue pushes past your lips, seeking yours with hunger that tells you exactly how long he’s been waiting for this ‘christmas gift’ to finally be unwrapped.
yanagi slowly unlatches from your tit, the damp heat of her breath lingering on your chest. even as she pulls her face away, her other hand remains busy, her fingers firmly fondling your other breast, keeping your head spinning.
she tilts her head back, her eyes cutting toward the man behind you. “your pathetic desperation is really showing here, masa,” she says, her voice is full of a new never-heard-before mocking tone.
harumasa finally pulls his mouth away from yours. a thin, glistening string of saliva lingers for a second, connecting your lips to his before it breaks. he doesn't look ashamed:, instead, a smirk appears on his face.
“just say you’re mad that i’m the one kissing them right now, yanagi,” harumasa snaps back, he shifts his grip on your chin, pulling you even closer against his chest.
“oh,” she murmurs, her thumb pressing harder against you as she watches haru’s reaction.
“so you want to play it that way, huh?”
yanagi’s smile isn't kind, it’s the look of a strategist who has already seen ten steps ahead. she shifts her position and her hand leaves your tit, sliding off your lap to kneel on the brown cushions of the couch, placing herself right between your legs.
harumasa’s hands are still there, his fingers hooked firmly around your chin to keep your face tilted back, forcing you to look at him, his eyes locked on yanagi’s every move.
yanagi reaches up, her fingers tracing the seam of your lips until you instinctively part them. she slides three fingers inside, lolling them slowly against your tongue, thoroughly lubricating them with your saliva. you can only watch through a haze as she pulls them out.
without breaking eye contact, she reaches down. her hand disappears under the hem of your short office skirt with ease, you gasp as she finds the edge of your plain white panties, hooking her finger into the waistband.
with one smooth tug, she pulls them down your thighs.
“classic taste,” she mumbles under her breath, a smirk of approval crossing her face as she tosses the fabric aside onto the dull office floor.
slowly, one of her fingers finds its way to your entrance a thrust away from from penetrating. you let out a mewl of anticipation, your body arching toward her touch.
harumasa’s gaze is fixed on you, but his words are directed at yanagi. “wow, i think that’s unfair - taking a headstart like that!” he scoffs, though he doesn't pull his hands away from you.
“i do what i must,” yanagi replies coldly. without another word, she thrusts her finger deep into your virgin pussy, you mewl out as your pussy struggles to accommodate her singular finger. you’re incredibly tight, your muscles tensing around her finger in a way that betrays your lack of experience.
“hm. do you not touch yourself?” yanagi asks, raising one eyebrow with curiosity. she doesn't pull away, instead, she curls her finger slightly, testing the walls of your untouched pussy.
“n-not really,” you pant out, your face flushing a deep red. the embarrassment is almost as overwhelming as the sensation itself.
“that’s impossible!” harumasa interjects, letting out a laugh. “if you were to ask me how many times i've thought about this - about you - i’d lose count!”
his grip shifts, sliding from your chin down to your hips, his palms hot as he tries to steady your shuddering and sensitive body. he leans in closer, his breath hitching as he watches yanagi work.
“you really are a blank slate now, aren't you?” yanagi murmurs, she begins to move her finger in a slow, punishing rhythm. “how fortunate for us. it means every single thing you learn about pleasure, you will learn from me” yanagi pauses, gazing at harumasa “…and from harumasa.”
yanagi's finger continues to thrust in and out of your virgin pussy, making lewd squelching sounds. harumasa’s hands reaches your tit, slowly fondling it. you whimper softly, your legs pressing together instinctively. harumasa’s free hand catches your wrist, guiding your arm up and over your head to expose your side. “can you tilt your body a little toward me?” he murmurs.
you find yourself obliging instantly, your body acting before your brain can even process the request. you lean back into him, and he wastes no time. he ducks his head beneath your raised arm, his face diving into the curve of your chest. when his mouth latches onto your breast, he sucks at you with desperation, his tongue swirling around the peak until you’re arching off the couch. between yanagi’s deep thrusts and harumasa’s hungry lips, your senses are being pulled in two different directions.
yanagi looks up from where she’s kneeling between your thighs, her finger still working deep inside you. she watches harumasa devour you for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she sees your toes curl and your head loll back against his shoulder.
she adds a second finger, the sudden expansion forcing a gasp from you. as she thrusts again, the friction is relentless, hitting a spot you didn't even know existed.
"nnh—nagi—haru—" you try to call their names, to plead for a moment of air, but the words die in your throat. the combination of harumasa’s frantic mouth on your chest and yanagi’s touch below is too much for your untouched body to handle. before you can even finish your sentence, your vision goes white.
your internal muscles seize around her fingers, a violent, pulsing wave of heat crashing through you. you’re already come undone. your body collapses back against harumasa, your breath coming in ragged, shallow stutters as the aftershocks of your first climax leave you completely spent.
yanagi stills her hand, but she doesn't withdraw. she remains buried inside you, feeling every desperate contraction of your release. she looks up, her glasses slightly fogged from the heat of the room, a look of victory on her face.
“one minute and forty-two seconds since the initial penetration,” she murmurs, her voice full of pride. she looks over at harumasa. “it seems our pure co-worker was far more ready than they led us to believe.”
harumasa pulls away from your chest, his lips glistening and red. he looks down at your trembling form, a lazy, satisfied grin spreading across his face as he strokes your hair. “told you, chief. they’ve been bottling this up for years.”
he leans down, whispering against your ear as you try to find your footing in reality. “that was just the warm-up. you didn't think we'd let you stop after just one, did you?”
“haah… haah…” your breath hitches in the quiet of the office, the only sound besides the distant hum of the city outside. you feel heavy, your limbs tingling and weak from the sudden, violent rush of your release. as your vision clears, you look from yanagi - still kneeling between your legs - to harumasa, who is watching you with a grin.
you look at them, your brow furrowing as a realization hits you through the haze.
“i…” you swallow hard, your voice trembling. “you both... you haven't come.”
yanagi’s eyes soften behind her fogged lenses, but she doesn’t pull away. her hand remains nestled firmly against your sensitive skin, feeling the lingering tremors of your climax.
“a great observation,” she murmurs, “but my satisfaction is derived from the successful execution of a plan. and seeing you in this state... reduced to this... is a very successful result.”
with a slow tug, yanagi finally pulls her fingers out of you. you let out a shaky breath at the sudden absence, watching as she lifts her hand. without breaking eye contact, she languidly licks the glistening evidence of your undoing from her fingertips - tasting her victory with a smirk that tells you she isn't even close to being done.
harumasa lets out a chuckle behind you, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip, pulling you back against his heat. “don’t look so worried,” he whispers, “we’re not exactly suffering over here.”
he shifts slightly, and you can feel the evidence of his words pressing firmly against your lower back.
“besides,” yanagi adds, her smile returning as she reaches for her bag once more. “the night is still young, and we haven't even introduced the main event yet. if you’re truly worried about us being... unsatisfied... then i suggest you prepare yourself for the next phase of the briefing.”
she slowly pulls a toy out of her bag, along with a black belt-like thing, the light catching the surface. “now that you’re properly warmed up, i believe we can begin the real work.”
“chief, i think i can start now! you can… uh, wear that first,” harumasa interjects, his voice straining with an effort to stay casual. it’s a transparent excuse, of course; the tent in his boxers has become an increasingly bothersome reality that he can no longer ignore.
“sure,” yanagi replies, her voice oddly calm. she doesn't miss the way his breathing has turned ragged. she stands, adjusting the strap-on, the silicone clicking into place.
harumasa doesn’t wait for her to finish. he moves with suddenly, his hands catching your waist and maneuvering you until you’re straddling him. you feel the rough fabric of his trousers against your bare thighs as he settles you on top of him.
his hands are shaking as he reaches for his belt, his eyes are fixed on yours, “dear god,” he rasps, the metallic clink of his belt buckle echoing in the office, “you have no idea how long i’ve been holding back. every time you’d bend over your desk to report to the chief, i’d be right behind you, dying to just… discreetly rub against your ass. i’ve had to walk away so many times just so i wouldn't lose it right there in the open.”
he unzips his pants with a tug. he leans in closer, his breath hot against your flushed skin as he spills the rest of his sins. “or when you’d wink at me? or that look you get - that cute, innocent face suddenly looking so… lewd… without you even realizing it? every time that happened, i’d have to sprint to the bathroom just to rub one out at the thought of face-fucking you right then and there.”
he confesses it all with a mix of guilt and perversion, his fingers digging into your hips. “i’m done with the bathroom, {name}. i’m done with the fantasies. i want the real thing, and i want it right now.”
he pushes his clothes down just enough to free himself, and you feel the hotness of him pressing against your entrance. he’s thick, a far difference from the ‘lazy’ senior you see near the water cooler every day.
“look at me,” harumasa commands, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you steady. you look down, your hair falling over your face, as he guides you to sit back down. “i want to see your face when i finally get inside.”
as you slowly begin to lower yourself onto him, you let out a long breath. the tightness is immediate and agonizingly sweet, your body's virgin walls feeling like they’re being pushed to their absolute limit. it hurts, the pain that makes your hips tremble as you try to accommodate his width. every millimeter you sink down feels like a feat of endurance, your entrance stretching painfully thin around him.
harumasa's shaft is already slick, completely covered in thick, glistening pre-cum from his years of pent-up wanting, but even that barely eases the friction of your narrow sex. he groans, his eyes rolling back as he feels your virgin body desperately trying to mold itself to him.
as you sink lower, a sharp, choked-off sob escapes your throat. your hips lock up, the muscles of your thighs trembling from the strain of his width. “it hurts,” you whisper, your voice small and strained. tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the sheer pressure of being stretched so thin.
harumasa freezes instantly. the desperate, hungry look in his eyes changes, replaced by an expression of concern. his grip on your waist softens, and he starts to pull back, his voice full of worry. “hey—hey, okay. we can stop. i didn't mean to—”
but before he can retreat, you lean forward, your fingers digging into his shoulders to keep him right where he is. you swallow hard, a dazed smile breaking through the pain as you settle the rest of your weight onto him.
“...so good,” you pant out, your head falling back as you finally take him all the way to the hilt, tearing your hymen and forever robbing you of your purity. “haah…never felt - nnh - this good…haah….”
harumasa lets out a breath he seemed to be holding for a lifetime. the concern in his eyes melts back into lust as he realizes you aren't breaking.
“you’re gonna be the death of me,” he rasps, his hands sliding from your waist down to your glutes, pulling you even tighter against him.
from above, yanagi leans in, her hand stroking your hair as she watches you adjust to the fullness. “excellent,” she murmurs, her voice a calm anchor in the middle of your sensory storm. “if the pain has turned to pleasure, then the phase is complete. now, let’s see how much more of this ‘good feeling’ you can actually handle.”
she readies the strap-on behind you, the tip pressing against your entrance as she prepares to double that ‘good feeling’ until you can't even remember your own name.
“it seems the initial fitting is a challenge,” yanagi murmurs,“ but don’t worry. i’m here to ensure you reach the proper capacity.”yanagi reaches out, her hand resting on your shoulder to steady you.
“don’t get too comfortable, harumasa,” yanagi whispers, “i told you this was a joint operation. and i’m ready to begin my part of the reinforcement now.” her fingers deftly applying her own saliva to the surface of the toy.
she steps closer, the harness clicking as she aligns herself behind you. you’re already stretched wide, your body struggling to process the thick presence of harumasa beneath you. he’s bucking his hips upward, his hands gripping your waist so hard his knuckles are white as he groans out your name.
“wait—yanagi, wait—“ you gasp, your head lolling back as you feel the blunt tip of the strap-on press against your tailbone, seeking the entrance that hasn't been touched yet.
"no waiting," yanagi commands, her hand reaching around to cover your mouth, muffling your protest into a soft whimper. "you wanted a christmas gift. this is the completion of the package."
with a slow, agonizingly steady thrust, she begins to enter you from behind as she thrusts her dildo deep into your virgin anus, violating you in a way you hadn't conceived of.
the sensation is overstimulating your virgin body, you are caught in pleasure and pressure - harumasa filling you from the front, his body filled with desperate sexual frustration, and yanagi forcing her way in from behind. “haah…” you breathe, trying to keep yourself sane.
“god - yes -!” harumasa whimpers, he’s completely lost his cool guy act, his head is lolling back against the couch cushions, he reaches up, his fingers entwining with yours in a bruising grip as yanagi sets her pace from behind, the two of them begin to find a paradoxical rhythm on you.
harumasa is frantic and shallow, his hips bucking upward in uneven jolts, while yanagi remains consistent, her thrusts are slow, and excruciatingly deep. you are caught in the middle of their clashing tempos, your body forced to stretch and react to two different commands at once.
the paradox of it, the fast and the slow, the heat and the plastic, the desperate man and the calculating woman, shatters the last of your chaste composure. you can only mewl into the empty office as they drive you toward a second, even more violent conclusion..
you’re suspended between them, every time harumasa bucks upward, yanagi meets him from behind, the two of them collaborating to leave no part of you untouched. the office, the brown couch, the dull walls - everything vanishes into a blur of messy breaths and the thuds of the couch hitting the wall.
“report,” yanagi breathes against the back of your ear, her teeth grazing the lobe as she pushes deeper. “tell me... are you... satisfied... with the... service?”
“haah… haah…” your lungs burn, your vision is swimming, the brown couch beneath you feeling like it’s tilting into a void. “i don’t think i can handle much more… before i pass ou—”
but you can’t finish your sentence. harumasa’s grip on your hips suddenly turns hard, his fingers bruising your hand as he lets out a whimper. he thrusts one last time, buried as deep as physically possible, and then he simply stalls.
the sensation is overwhelming. you feel the hot pulse of him finishing inside you - a heavy flood that seems to go on forever. it feels… impossible. you’re stretched to your absolute limit, and yet the warmth just keeps coming, filling you up.
your head falls onto his shoulder, his chest heaving as he gasps for air, his body still twitching with the aftershocks. “god… {name}… i told you… i’ve been holding back… so much,” he chokes out.
yanagi stands over both of you, her hand resting on the small of your back. she watches the way your body shudders under the weight of harumasa’s release, she reaches down, tracing the line of your jaw with a finger, her expression full of satisfaction.
“good job,” she murmurs, looking at harumasa’s slumped body on the couch, then back at your glazed, exhausted eyes. “but don’t close your eyes just yet. harumasa might be drained, but i have yet to receive my full holiday bonus.”
“haah… yanagi… please…” the words are a struggle, forced out through a throat tight with exhaustion and heat. you can barely keep your head up, but you force your eyes to find hers, your gaze hazy and pleading. “rough… as much… as you… nnh—can…”
you stutter the request, your dignity long gone, replaced by a desperate need for the deputy chief to finally lose her composure. below you, harumasa is still pulsing, his body slumped against yours as he traps your womb with his seed, his presence making you feel so full it's almost painful. he’s like an anchor, pinning you in place so you can’t escape what’s coming next.
yanagi stills. she reaches out, her hand cupping your face with a grip that is anything but gentle.
“rough?” she repeats, “you want me to stop being consistent?”
with a thrust, she drives herself into you. “nnh—!” your back arches violently, your muffled mewls dying against harumasa’s shoulder.
“if you want the version of me that doesn't hold back,” yanagi whispers, her teeth grazing your ear as she begins a punishing, relentless pace, “then you had better hope your heart can take it. because i have three years of 'unprofessional' thoughts of my own to settle.”
behind her glasses, her eyes are focused, watching every flinch of your body as she claims what’s hers. you’re trapped, caught between harumasa’s cooling, heavy warmth and yanagi’s friction, and as the office walls seem to close in, you realize you finally got exactly what you asked for.
you finally come completely undone. as yanagi thrusts against you, your brain simply short-circuits.
your eyes roll back into your head, showing only whites as the pleasure turns into a white-hot wall of noise. you can’t even form words anymore, you’re fucked dumb, a thin trail of drool escaping your parted lips as your head lolls uselessly against harumasa. every nerve in your body is screaming, vibrating in sync with yanagi’s relentless pace.
beneath you, harumasa has gone completely still. he is still buried deep inside you, but he’s no longer moving. it seems he’s finally reached his limit - the three years of holding back combined with his notoriously not good health was too much. he’s passed out cold, his chest resting against the cushion, his breathing shallow and content as he slumps into the couch.
yanagi, however, is far from finished. she looks down at the two of you - her unconscious subordinate and her broken, drooling lover - and lets out a shaky breath that fogs her lenses.
“pathetic, harumasa,” she whispers, though there’s a flicker of genuine affection in her voice. she reaches down, grabbing your hips and pulling you even harder onto the strap-on, her movements becoming frantic as she nears her own holiday bonus. “but at least he left you in a state where you can't run away from me.”
yanagi’s recovery is as efficient as her paperwork. while you’re still drowning in a daze of fucked dumb, she’s already steadying her breath, her eyes regaining that focus.
yanagi looks down at harumasa, watching his chest rise and fall. she reaches for a spare throw blanket draped over the arm of the couch and shakes it out, tucking it around haru’s slumped shoulders maternally. she leaves him there, a warm, sleeping mess against the cushions, before turning her full attention back to you. without a word, she hooks her arms under your knees and back, hoisting you up into her arms. as she lifts you away from harumasa’s warmth, the thing that was keeping you so impossibly full is suddenly gone.
you let out a soft gasp as you feel the heavy, warm feeling of harumasa’s cum beginning to slip out. it’s far too much for your womb to hold so it drips steadily, a thick trail that runs down your thighs and onto the office floor as she carries you across the room. the feeling of it escaping makes your toes curl.
yanagi doesn't seem to mind the mess. in fact, as she holds you in her arms, she pauses to watch the heavy droplets fall. she doesn't reach for a tissue, instead, she shifts her grip, using her free hand to press her fingers firmly against your entrance, pushing the escaping fluid back inside you with pressure as you mewl in pleasure.
“we wouldn't want any of this going to waste,” she murmurs, her eyes locking onto yours as she feels you shudder at the sensation of her ‘re-sealing’ you. “you’re going to stay exactly as we left you until i’m satisfied.”
only then does she turn to her desk. with a single, sweeping motion of her arm, she clears the surface, sending folders, mission reports, and pens clattering across the floor.
she sets you down on the cool, polished wood. the chill of the desk is a shock to your system, especially as she keeps her fingers pressed against you for a second longer than necessary, ensuring you’re still full before she climbs up after you. discarding the strap and her skirt, she maneuvers her body over yours, her thighs parting to find that direct, skin-to-skin contact.
“you’re so pretty below me like this, mewling to every single move i make,” she whispers, her breath hot against your neck as her pussy begins to grind against you.
the friction is wet, the desk creaking under the weight of her grinding. every slide of her body against yours mixes your heat, her slickness, and the cum she refused to let escape, creating a messy, overwhelming sensation that makes your head swim all over again.
because you were already insanely sensitive - your body still shaking from two shattering orgasms in under an hour - the direct, wet friction of yanagi’s skin is more than you can take. your nervous system is raw, and the moment she begins to grind, you find yourself teetering on edge.
you come undone almost instantly. your back arches off the desk, your fingers curling into the wood as you let out a high-pitched mewl. the fluids - harumasa’s cum and yanagi’s own heat - mix and smear between your thighs, creating a lubrication so thick and effortless that every slide of her hips feels like a lightning strike on your sensitive clit.
feeling you pulse and shatter beneath her only fuels yanagi’s lust. instead of slowing down to let you catch your breath after coming undone, she grinds even faster, her movements becoming even more frantic. she uses the slickness of the mess to drive herself home, her breathing turning into hitches as she chases her own finish.
“look at the mess you've made of my desk,” she pants, her voice thick with pride. she doesn't stop, even as your body continues to twitch in the face of a third climax, her pace relentless until she finally stiffens, her head falling into the crook of your neck as she lets out a shuddering moan.
as yanagi collapsed against your neck, her heart hammering against your chest, the two of you slowly regained a semblance of sanity. the office was quiet now, save for the hum of the city and harumasa’s snoring from the couch. she eventually pulled back, her face flushed but her eyes soft.
she carried you over to her chair, pulling you onto her lap for a few minutes of quiet cuddling. your head rested on her shoulder, your bodies still slick and tangled, until she whispered against your ear.
“{name}? do you want to clean up together?”
you nodded sleepily, the offer of warm water sounding like heaven. you both slipped away to the private office showers, leaving the sleeping harumasa behind. the shower was a blur of steam and gentle touches, you scrubbed each other’s backs, the soap suds washing away the mess of the last hour.
yanagi finished first, stepping out to dry off and get dressed, leaving you under the spray.
you realized too late that you’d forgotten the shampoo on the counter outside the stall. just as you were about to reach for it, the bathroom door swung open with a bang.
harumasa barged into the room, looking a little wild-haired and very much awake. he stopped just short of the shower stall, not coming inside, because even he knew that would be a bit much, and leaned against the tiled wall with a sheepish grin.
“hey… i woke up and the couch was cold,” he rasped, his voice still heavy with sleep. he looked from the steam-fogged glass to yanagi, then back to you. “can i join in?“
yanagi, already half-dressed, just gave a small, knowing smirk and tilted her head toward the shower. “he’s all yours, harumasa. just try to actually use the soap this time and not tire them out even more.”
harumasa didn't need to be told twice. he shed his clothes in record time, stepping into the warm, billowing spray with you. he didn't just reach for the shampoo; he stepped close, pulling your back flush against his chest. his wet skin slid against yours as he took over the task of washing your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp with unexpected gentleness.
“i… i want to say sorry,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. “i really forgot to put a condom on back there.”
he paused, his hand moving to nervously scratch the back of his neck. you knew the weight he carried, with the nature of his condition, he lived with the knowledge that his time might be shorter than most. the idea of leaving a child behind with a dead father was a fear he avoided at all costs.
“i promise, if you ever conceive, i’ll—”
“okay, before you finish that sentence,” you interrupted, tilting your head back to look at him. “i’m on the pill, haru.”
the relief that hit him was visible; his shoulders slumped and he let out a shaky breath. “oh. oh, good. that’s… that’s really good.” he stayed quiet for a heartbeat, his hands sliding down from your hair to rest on your hips. he cleared his throat, his tone suddenly shifting into something much more mischievous. “so… uh… is your womb still… full?”
you couldn't help it, a giggle bubbled up as you turned around in his arms. “hey! are you trying to go for round three with me already? you’re insane! but… i feel full.”
“no! i wasn’t!” he protested, though the lopsided grin returning to his face said otherwise. he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “i was just… trying to know if, uhm… my cum…”
he trailed off, his voice changes to a suggestive tone, but the roar of the shower-head made it impossible to catch the rest of his sentence. all you could feel was the vibration of his chuckle against your skin as he pulled you back into the water.
the office doors slide open with a shirr. yanagi walks in first, drying her hair with a small hand towel, her glasses still a bit foggy from the steam. she looks exhausted but has that calm, post-mission glow, until she sees the figure standing in the center of the room.
miyabi is already there, standing perfectly still in her training gear. she’s staring intensely at the floor, her head tilted so far to the side it’s almost touching her shoulder.
“chief,” miyabi says, her voice curious. “did we get a new pet? a very large, very wer pet? there is a trail of weird fluids leading all the way to your desk. is it a gift from santa?”
yanagi freezes. her professional brain turns puzzled. “welcome, chief! i—no, it's not a pet. it’s... it’s floor wax…we were... wax-testing, for better grip on ice.”
miyabi crouches down, poking a particularly glistening spot on the floor with a curious finger. “floor wax? but it feels warm. and it smells like harumasa and... {name}?” she stands up, her eyes wide with a silly feel on them. “wait! i know! you’re practicing ice skating, aren't you? using the wax to simulate a frozen hollow floor for our next expedition to icedrift hollow! that is so clever, chief!”
“yes, exactly, ice skating,” yanagi blurts out, her face turning a deep red. “it’s a very advanced practice.”
“i want to try,” miyabi says seriously, lifting one foot as if to slide. “if i can master the glide my emergency draw-speed on ice will increase by about twenty point six seven perc—“
the sentence is cut short as the office door shires open. you walk out first, a big, fluffy white towel draped over your head, your face still flushed and your eyes a bit dazed.
harumasa is right behind you, looking completely refreshed. he doesn't even see miyabi yet, he’s too busy leaning over your shoulder, his arm hooked around your waist as he flirts shamelessly.
“honestly, {name} you look so cute with that towel on,” harumasa chirps, his voice full of mischief. he nuzzles the side of your neck, oblivious to the world. “like a little wet rabbit. if i wasn’t tired, i'd probably pick you up and start round three right here, while i get back at chief.”
he gives you a playful, suggestive squeeze on your waist, his grin widening - until his eyes meet miyabi’s.
the room goes dead silent.
miyabi looks at the towel on your head, then at harumasa’s damp hair, then back at the floor wax. her eyes go completely round. “what happened…?” miyabi tilts her head, her fox ears drooping in curiosity.