Warnings: Cussing, unprotected sex, creampie
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Ema and Azusa rush towards the venue, the latter still buttoning up his dress shirt.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, we're so late!" Azusa panics, struggling to button the last button on his button down.
"And who's fault was that?" Ema jokes.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry, but you can't be too mad at me for making your cum!" Azusa says.
Reaching the door of the venue, Azusa turns to Ema, his shirt sloppily half tucked into his navy blue dress pants, his belt on the wrong belt loop, and his matching blazer crooked.
"How do I look?" Azusa asks, panting.
Ema laughs. "Terrible."
He chuckles, allowing Ema to help him tuck in his pants for him and buckle his belt correctly.
"This feels so strange..." Azusa remarks. "Usually I'm the one doing this to Tsubaki."
Ema giggles. "Tsubaki's lucky to have you."
"For sure! Do you know how much of a mess he'd be without me?"
They laugh. Ema quickly buttons up his button down to the last button.
"In all honestly," Azusa begins, "I don't know where I'd be without him either. He's everything to me."
Ema smiles. "I know, I can tell."
She slips his bow tie around his neck and expertly ties it.
"Wow! I didn't know you knew how to do this!" Azusa exclaims.
"I'm full of surprises." Ema says, with a wink.
He smirks, a soft pink tint veiling his cheeks. He pushes the door open.
"After you." He says.
"You just want to look at my ass, don't you?" Ema flirts.
"Guilty."
They enter the extravagant venue together, all of the brothers had already arrived, even "Mr Beauty-Takes-Time" Fuuto. All of the brothers turn to the gorgeous couple. Ema's hair was beautifully curled, allowing it to fall delicately over her shoulder, she was wearing a red satin gown, with a slit on the side and a plunging neckline. The brothers can't help but blush at her sexy, yet elegant attire.
"Imouto-chan! A-chan!" Kaname chirps, raising his glass.
Wataru's face lights up, he runs towards the couple. "Onee-chan! You look so pretty!" He exclaims, throwing his arms around the brunette.
Ema giggles. "Hi Wataru!"
"There you guys are!" Masaomi says. "I was starting to wonder when you two would show up."
An already slightly tipsy Tsubaki stumbles towards them. "Hey! Where were you guys?" He exclaims, wrapping his arm around his younger twin brother. "Having fun without me?"
"Fuck off, Tsubaki." Azusa says.
"Yeah, what's up with you guys? Why are you two showing up together? Tell me it's a coincidence!" Hikaru says, punching Azusa in the arm.
"W-we just ran into each other! That's all." Ema explains. Not a total lie.
"Now that everyone's here, let's toast!" Masaomi exclaims.
The brothers cheer, Azusa pours a glass of champagne for Ema and himself. He hands her the glass. She thanks him quietly.
"To health and everlasting happiness!" Masaomi cheerful says.
"To wealth and success!" Fuuto says.
"To us!" Tsubaki says.
"To us!" Kaname repeats.
"To the Asahina family!" Ema says.
"KAMPAI!"
As everyone chit chatted and ate, Yuusuke walks towards the stunning brunette, who was talking to Natsume. He gently taps her on the shoulder, earning her attention. He leans forward, taking her hand in his.
"You look absolutely beautiful tonight." The redhead says. He places a soft kiss on the back of her hand, making Ema blush. "May I have this dance?"
Natsume frowns. "Wow, wait-"
"Yes." Ema says.
Hand in hand, he guides her to the middle of the ballroom. The brothers, especially Natsume, fumed as they watched in silence the once shy and awkward redhead getting ahead of the game. They were definitely not expecting "baka Yuusuke" to be this forward.
Clapping his hand, Yuusuke shouts, "Music!"
A classical waltz begins to play. With a hand on her waist and the other holding her hand, Yuusuke guided Ema around the ballroom. Sipping her around, lifting her in the air, swaying back and forth with her, hand in hand, eye to eye. Yuusuke was in heaven, he was melting into her gorgeous chocolate eyes. He felt as though they were dancing on clouds, no one else was around other than himself and Ema. In fact, Yuusuke didn't even notice his brothers' envious glares as he danced around with the beautiful girl before him. He had completely forgotten about this little "competition" they were having for her heart. In that moment, it was just him and her, Yuusuke and Ema, and no one else mattered.
"This is fucking repulsive." Fuuto mumbles, earning a smack in the back of the head from Kaname. "Hey! What'd you do that for?"
"We said we'd let her pick who she wanted to be with, didn't we?" Kaname huffs. "She's allowed to fraternize with whomever she pleases."
"Wouldn't 'fuck' be a better term in this situation?" Iori mumbles.
"Wow! Did you just cuss?" Azusa asks, turning his attention to his younger brother.
"I thought that day would never come." Tsubaki says.
"That girl is good." Hikaru chuckles, sipping his wine.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Subaru questions, anticipating a perverted answer.
"She made Masaomi become a pervert, Ukyo jealous, Kaname loyal, Tsubaki become a hard worker, Azusa love someone other than Tsubaki, Natsume care for women, Louis like body parts other than hair, Subaru care for something other than basketball, Iori swear, Yuusuke soften up, Fuuto tolerable to be around and Wataru care about school work." Hikaru explains. "What more could you ask for?"
"And she made you straight." Azusa jokes, earning a laugh from all of the brothers.
"Hey! I've always been straight!" Hikaru protests.
"An intelligent, hot girl who cares for others and is amazing in bed?" Kaname whistles. "Not gonna lie, it's gonna hurt to give her away. If that happens, of course."
"Oh that is going to happen, just watch." Natsume smirks, challenging his older brother.
"Oh?" Kaname asks, raising an eyebrow.
"They sure do look happy." Masaomi sighs.
"Tsk, I'd make her happier." Fuuto huffs.
As the music stops, Yuusuke quietly takes a step forward. Standing directly in front of the blushing brunette, Yuusuke glazes down at her with loving eyes. With a hand on her waist, he places his other hand on her cheek, caressing her silky soft skin with his thumb. Ema nuzzles against his warm, comforting touch, she mewls in delight. Yuusuke blushes, feeling as though his knees were about to give up on him.
"Ema-chan?" He whispers.
"Hai?"
"Kiss me."
Despite the fact that she was wearing high heel, Ema rises to the tip of her toes, pulling Yuusuke into a tender kiss. The kiss only lasted for a brief moment, but it was enough to make Yuusuke's brain to melt into a puddle of slush, rendering it utterly useless.
Ema pulls away from the kiss. With a hand on his cheek, she smiles at him lovingly.
"I want to show you something." Yuusuke says. He takes her hand and drags her out of the venue, before any of the brothers could react.
"HEY!" Tsubaki barks.
"Told you you'd all do the same if you had the chance." Hikaru says.
Natsume smacks him in the back of the head. "Shut up!"
"That baka Yuusuke is better than I thought..." Fuuto says.
"He has an upper hand on us, since they went to high school together." Louis says.
"If only I was born a decade earlier." Kaname sighs.
Pinning Ema against the inner wall of the washroom stall, Yuusuke slams his lips against hers, making her moan. With her wrists above her head, Ema kisses him back with even more passion, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues danced together, fighting for dominance, as Yuusuke sensually rolled his hips against hers. He places a hand on the back of her trembling exposed thigh, lifting it up, she wraps her calf around his waist, her hands clenching onto the back of his suit for dear life.
"Yuusuke..." Ema breathes.
"Ema..." He groans lowly.
Yuusuke loosens his tie, he kisses down her neck, to her shoulder, sending goosebumps down her spine. He gets on his knees, pushing the silky fabric of her dress up her hips. He growls at the sight of her glistening, swollen cunt.
"No panties, huh?" He licks her slit. "Was my little bunny looking to get fucked?"
"Oh!" Ema moans, her fingers instinctively tangling through Yuusuke's fiery red locks.
He chuckles. Yuusuke throws Ema's left legged over his shoulder. His lips latch onto her dripping pussy, hungrily lapping at her sensitive skin, his tongue moving rapidly between her folds. Ema moans, her back arching beautifully against the washroom stall. Yuusuke glances up, watching Ema as her eyes rolled back and her knees buckled. The fire pit in her stomach grew as Yuusuke began to trust his tongue into her heat, his nose grazing her clit, getting her that much closer to her high. She desperately grids her clit against his tongue. He smirks against her soaked lips, as he listened to her unravel.
"Yuusuke!" She cries out.
"Such a good girl." He husks. "I think you deserve your reward."
Yuusuke stands up. Holding eye contact with her, he slowly unbuckles his belt, allowing his slacks to fall to the floor. Ema gasps softly at the sight of his erect cock pressing against the thin fabric of her boxers, she finds herself getting wet again. Yuusuke places his hands under her thighs, yanking her up, so that her legs wrapped around his toned waist.
"Hold onto me." Yuusuke says softly.
Ema nods, she wraps her arms securely around his neck. Yuusuke presses his lips against hers as he pushed himself into her. She squirms, feeling her pussy stretch as he filled her to the brim. Yuusuke groans against her lips, sending vibrations through her body.
"Just as tight as I remembered..."
Slow, deep thrusts filled Ema, as Yuusuke sensually made love to her. The sound of their lips sloppily connecting and their glistening skin slapping together made Ema blush, usually she would feel embarrassed by these kinds of things, but in that moment, it felt so hot. Yuusuke's grip tightens on her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft, heated flesh. He moans, feeling her slick, wet walls tighten around his cock.
Suddenly, they hear the door open. Ema gasps, but Yuusuke cuts her off when he hastily latches his lips against hers.
"Be quiet." He whispers.
Ema nods. However, much to Ema's chagrin, Yuusuke decides it would be the perfect time to unanticipatedly quicken his pace. Ema cries out, her moans of ecstasy muffled by his lips.
It was Fuuto who had just entered the washrooms, and he was talking on the phone with his manager.
"Yeah I know," the actor says. "Yeah, Yeah, okay."
Ema breaks the kiss, she nuzzles her face into Yuusuke's shoulder, trying her best to contain in her lewd noises. She softly whimpers into his neck, her grip on his blazer tightening.
"Actually I," the actor says. "I have someone at home."
Ema and Yuusuke gasp simultaneously. Did Fuuto just tell his manager that he was seeing someone? Doing so could ruin his career and he knew it! Being an actor was his dream, why would he risk it? Ema ponders. Yuusuke, however, knew the answer, and the answer enraged him. He picks up the pace, causing Ema's legs to go limp and quiver in his hands.
"Yuusuke, slow down..." Ema begs quietly.
Yuusuke didn't slow down. He knew that if Ema found out that Fuuto would pick her over his dream career, it would confuse her feelings even more. She was a sweet girl and Yuusuke knew it, he worried she'd pick Fuuto out of pity if she found out the truth, and he definitely wasn't going to let that happen.
"Listen, I know, okay. I know. If it gets out, it could really affect my reputation, but I promise- No listen to me, I promise I can keep it secret." Fuuto assures. "However, you have to promise me that from now on, you won't accept movies with love scenes in them for me. I'm sorry, but I don't feel comfortable filming them anymore."
What is he talking about? Ema questions. God, I can't think straight. As this was going on, Yuusuke was still pounding into her, muddling Ema's thoughts and sense of reasoning. She feels him turn his head and nip at her neck, his teeth like fire against her already burning flesh.
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, goodbye." Fuuto hangs up the phone.
They hear him sigh longly. "I need to talk to her." He mumbles, pushing his hair out of his face. On that, he finally leaves the washrooms.
When they hear the washroom door shut, Yuusuke slams his entire length into Ema, making her cry out. She cums around his length, her pussy clenching uncontrollably around him. She feels his cock twitch inside of her. He shoots his seed deep inside of her, filling her tight hole.
"So fucking good." He pants.
Ema pulls him into a slow, soothing kiss, as they both calmed down. Yuusuke stayed still, even though all he wanted to do was to keep fucking into her until he had nothing left. He could tell she was tired from the evening and he didn't want to exhaust her. He places a final wet kiss in her jaw, before pulling out of her. She stands on shaky legs, feeling his cum slowly ooze out of her. He notices her discomfort and scoops her up bridal style, making her yelp adorably.
"I'll get us our own room, okay?" Yuusuke says.
Ema protests, "But Yuusuke, Iori-"
"He'll be okay, he's a big boy after all."
"Aren't you a big boy too, Mr Officer?"
Yuusuke laughs. "Not when it comes to you."
A/N: Thank you so much to "Guest" and damselindistress for the sweet words!