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“I’ll be back soon, don’t burn the place down!” joked the boss on his way out the door, leaving you and Uraume alone to clean up after the lunch rush. There had been a birthday party so the place was a disaster.
Your eyes fixed to the back of your coworker’s head, primarily on that odd red splotch coloring the white in their chin-length bob making it appear as though they’d been bludgeoned.
“Tch, what a mess,” remarked Uraume, shaking their head. They turned to you and said: “Maybe I should quit after all.”
You exchanged a frosty glance with them, shrugging and saying: “Why don’t we both quit? It’s not worth the trouble if you ask me.” Your eyes shot to one booth in particular as you spoke. Melted ice cream all over the cheap upholstery. This job definitely didn’t pay enough.
“No, no,” Uraume sighed listlessly, drawing your attention back towards them, “you shouldn’t quit just because I want to…” They scratched the back of their neck, thinking. “Let's go take a break, clear our heads, then finish cleaning when we’re refreshed.”
“Yeah, okay,” you scoffed, removing your soiled apron and tossing it to the counter without another word before walking towards the back exit.
The restaurant was closed at the moment and would reopen in time for dinner in an hour, so you didn’t need to worry about customers showing up while you both dipped out. The boss most-likely went to the bar across the street.
Uraume stopped to neatly fold their apron—and yours too. They could be heard mumbling to themself, “I can't believe I renounced my vows for this piece of shit job...”
You turned to look at them just as you were about to push open the exit door, waiting for them to catch up. Before taking up being a fry cook, Uraume used to be a person of faith, a monk. From what they’d told you about their mysterious past, they were a classically trained chef of sorts. In addition to this, they also looked after an ancient library during their time at the monastery. Uraume liked to discuss books with you. They’ve read pretty much everything. From classical literature to modern contemporary fiction and horror. That’s one thing you and them bonded over right away. That, and your loathing of this job. They’re the reason you still work here.
“If you ask me, honestly,” you began again while Uraume pushed the door open impatiently, letting in the brisk outside air, “I think you’d be much happier if you just started your own book store. I mean, you talk about it all the time,” you tell them on the way to your car parked in the alley around the corner.
Uraume stopped just behind your old Corolla, looking a bit taken aback by what you’d said. “You know, you might be right,” they muttered thoughtfully before saying to you, “but…and I hate to admit this because I can’t stand this place, but I do enjoy the freedom to create innovative new burger variations whenever I feel like it. The monastery had such strict rules regarding the food I served...”
“True, true,” you nodded in support, though not really paying much attention. It had been chillier than you’d anticipated and now you were regretting not bringing a coat.
Uraume didn’t seem to notice. They continued on unbothered, “If only there was a way to combine my love for burgers and books…”
“Burgers and books!” you cried, abruptly taking them by the shoulders in your excitement.
“Eh, what…?” They stiffened in your grasp and you promptly released them, turning to distract yourself by unlocking your car door.
“Um, yeah,” you snickered then doubled over in laughter, “you…you should, haha, start a food truck book mobile thing! I dunno…!”
This silly little act of yours earned a soft chuckle out of Uraume. Intrigued, they went, “Huh…that's actually not a bad idea.”
“Right? Food trucks are so in right now.”
“Yeah, and I could read books and flip burgers all day. The menu could vary based on genre.”
“I know! Like, say for Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, you could pair a burger with Muenster cheese. Get it?” you assented gleefully.
Uraume’s face lit up with more ideas and they did you one better, “Or a play on Lovecraft where I could make a seafood themed burger using fried calamari or takoyaki!”
“Aha! And Catcher in the Rye served with a burger on rye bread!”
The two of you grew more and more animated with every last suggestion, while standing huddled together shivering in the cold.
“This might be a business venture worth exploring further,” Uraume said at last after several minutes of brainstorming.
“Hell yeah it is! And, tell you what, I’ll even be your very first customer,” you said with a self-assured grin, holding up your hand for them to high five—which they obliged. The split second warmth of their palm against yours felt very nice, and stirred up sparks within you.
Uraume drew back a bit and smiled fondly, taking on a more sincere tone with you now, “Thanks for all the encouragement and support, Y/N. I’ll cook for you anytime, no charge. You know that. And I’ll even create for you your very own customized burger-book combo.”
“Heh…” You blushed at this and lowered your gaze to a rain puddle beside your car’s back tire. You were never really one to get all mushy and sentimental with people. Especially coworkers. Even praise makes you feel uneasy. But, the sexual tension developing between you and Uraume lately only seemed to grow stronger with each shift you two shared. You had chemistry, there was no denying that. But, you just kept fighting it.
Reverting to using humor as a defense mechanism, you responded with: “As long as the burger isn’t made out of books.”
“I wouldn’t dream of such a thing!” gasped Uraume in utter exasperation, totally blowing what you said out of proportion. They could never take a joke.
“Chill out! I was just kidding! God…” you tittered to try and disperse the tension you’d created, making Uraume blush in embarrassment.
“Oh…right…” they said just as raindrops started sprinkling from the sky.
This is how it always went between you two. The dynamic went: Uraume, being the more sensitive one, would often say something that goes a bit beyond what a coworker should say, and you deflect with a joke that hurts their feelings and kills the mood. How long will this go on before you finally come to terms with your feelings?
“We’re cool right…?” you gave a sheepish smile, opening the passenger side door for Uraume who nodded glumly in affirmation.
It’s not like you weren’t into them or anything. It’s just…past experiences have made you wary.
The two of you climbed into the back seat—somewhat awkwardly and just in time to beat the incoming downpour—Uraume, sighing and laying their head back against the headrest, their bangs sweeping over their eyes.
“This is just what I needed,” they said more to themself. You weren't sure if they were being sarcastic or not with that remark.
“Yeah,” you agreed despite this, also a bit distracted sitting beside them in your frigid car, listening to the rain pattering heavily on the roof. The two of you would often take your breaks in your car. Uraume didn’t drive and there weren’t really any places to hang out—besides the bar where the boss frequents. A walk would’ve been nice if it wasn’t raining. Absent-mindedly—but perhaps purposefully too—you scooted closer to Uraume, realizing too little too late that you probably should’ve turned on the heater.
It was silent between the two of you for a long while. Each left with your own inner thoughts while the sound of the rain dominated all else. You avoided checking your phone for the time, not wanting to go back to work just yet. You eventually snuck a glance towards Uraume to see that they had their eyes on you already. Peeking at you through a seam in their pin-straight bangs.
“So, I have a crazy idea…” articulated Uraume, cracking a sly smile at you. They seemed to have moved on from your earlier disturbance.
“Oh yeah?” you grinned in good humor. “Crazier than a Lovecraft-ian burger?” Your eyes were soon drawn to where their hand had been subtly inching closer to your knee.
“Even crazier…” their voice dipped lower in pitch and it made your heart beat faster when fingertips delicately brushed your skin. In addition, Uraume purred: “What if we were to combine some other ideas together?”
They were obviously flirting. Badly. And strangely enough, it was working. This was new. Uraume wasn’t usually so forward. It really threw you for a loop. You hesitated for some seconds, watching while their fingers made feather-light touches there on your knee. Their teasing touch was making it hard to think.
You had an important decision to make here. Your heart fluttered rapidly, begging you to see this through. And this time, you listened. You decided you were finally going to indulge Uraume rather than shut them down outright. Out of curiosity and perhaps a bit of guilt.
“Hmm,” you met their merlot-colored eyes, which were now swirling with seductive intent as they lifted their head up off the backrest to regard you better. And you retorted with an equally awful pickup line, “I can think of two things I’d like to combine right now~”
To get your point across, you’d brazenly placed your hand upon Uraume’s thigh, keeping your eyes on theirs. You watched as those merlot pools darkened with desire, their lips curling into a devilishly beautiful smile, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt.
“Well.” They leaned in, hovering their lips just above your ear and murmured: “Let’s explore that idea further, shall we?”
Your whole body shook with excited tremors, and you responded with a harmonic sequence of giggles.
“Is that a yes…?” they pressed, you could hear the smile in their voice and feel their soft breaths on your neck.
Uraume’s husky voice and close proximity sent more chills down your spine. Then, without your full comprehension, you grabbed their face and crashed your lips to theirs, issuing a surprised moan from them. They wasted no time, however, kissing you deeply and readily, slipping their tongue into your mouth to claim yours. Their hand climbed steadily up your thigh, pushing your skirt higher and higher until their fingertips just barely grazed your underwear. Responsively, you parted your legs, resting one over theirs.
With your lips still attached to Uraume’s, leaning over them, you reached down and unzipped their pants, stuffing a hand inside. You were curious beyond measure to finally find out what lay buried beneath the loose fabric of their fry cook uniform. And you were pleasantly surprised to discover a certain hardness befitting one born male.
Uraume broke the kiss abruptly, breathing fast and heavy while their fingers worked quickly to undo the buttons on your blouse, exposing your bra-clad breasts to them.
Thank god for tinted windows, you thought idly in the back of your mind while you slipped off your work shirt, speeding things along. You tore off Uraume’s chef coat with reckless abandon, buttons flying everywhere.
After sharing a laugh, Uraume’s eyes traveled downward, taking a moment to admire your beauty. Their hands followed suit, knuckles brushing over the skin of your stomach and traveling lower. And you lifted your hips reflexively as they began pulling down your underwear, shivering in anticipation when their deft fingertips touched your outer folds.
“Fuck, I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” you whispered feverishly, sitting back and kicking off your underwear, but leaving your skirt.
“I know,” replied Uraume, their eyes closing in ecstasy as you moved to grasp their erect cock firmly in hand, freeing them from the confines of their pleated pants. They leaned into you, recapturing your lips in a fierce kiss while their hands reached around your back to unclasp your bra, tossing the article to the floor before palming your breasts in each hand.
Moaning, you kissed them with equal vigor, letting your body get what it wanted all along. Uraume groaned against your lips as you settled onto their lap, straddling their thighs. Their eager hands moved to grope and squeeze your ass beneath your skirt as they sucked on your tongue, earning a soft gasp out of you.
The heat building up between you and Uraume intensified when you began running your hands over their lean chest, grinding your hips down onto their shaft, thus eliciting a sharp cry from them. Their sounds, touch, taste, and scent were simply intoxicating, so tender and full of longing, hidden desires coming to light at last. Uraume possessed such a floral, citrusy aroma to them with a hint of spice like summer tea leaves. Despite being a fry cook, they didn’t smell like the kitchen at all.
Your lips moved to their neck, deviously sucking marks onto their delicate flesh while you rutted your bare cunt back and forth against their member, your skirt bunching around your hips with each pass. You were getting so undeniably wet and Uraume’s length felt incredible on your heated core. But, it still wasn’t enough.
“Mmh, fuuck,” Uraume growled deep in their throat, tossing their head back to meet your gaze through long white eyelashes, “I…I can't take it anymore…"
“I know…fuck me…right now,” you demanded urgently, breathing fast and not really thinking rationally as you reached down between you two and grasped their twitchy cock in hand. Uraume tensed when you lined it up with your entrance.
“Yes…!” they encouraged, eyes rolling closed as you gradually lowered yourself onto them, taking their thickness into your sheath one inch at a time, purposefully going at a glacial pace, savoring every second of this union. A union that took so long to happen.
“Mhmm…” you and Uraume moaned together as they filled you up completely. Their hands trembled where they gripped your ass, and they gave a tentative thrust upward with their hips before quickly losing themself to the pleasure, following the rhythm you had set. You rode them to your heart’s content, clutching their shoulders as you went.
“Yes, Uraume! Yes!” you shouted your passion, drowning out the sounds of the pouring rain.
“Ah..ahh! Your pussy feels so…mmh!” Uraume expelled more and more wanton moans as they fucked you from below. They were biting their bottom lip in the sluttiest way, snowy bangs plastered to their forehead as the pace increased.
“Yes! Yes…!” you cried in delirium, riding them harder and they met each and every one of your downward motions, driving their cock deep inside of you. The windows of your car were all fogged up and the air grew heavy with humidity. But, you couldn’t be bothered with any of that.
“Mmhm…!!” another delicious moan was released from Uraume’s sealed lips, their head falling back against the seat, Adam’s apple bobbing with a swallow.
“Ura-ume!” you wailed breathlessly when they changed the trajectory of their thrusting, striking your sweet spot over and over until you struggled to keep up. Especially when you were this close already. The pressure inside you grew to new heights when they jammed your sweet spot and held themself there.
“Yeaah!” Uraume cried.
“Fuck! Fuuuck…I’m coming!” you breathed a long moan of ecstasy, clinging to them while your body trembled all over, inner walls fluttering and spasming around their cock as they fucked you through your orgasm. But, Uraume’s thrusts didn’t slow down. They emitted a series of breathy grunts, their hips slamming upward into yours again and again chasing their own release while prolonging yours.
“Agh-ahh!~ That’s it, keep…ah! Keep coming! Keep coming for me!” begged Uraume, urgently fumbling around between where you two were joined and stimulating your clit with a thumb, sending you into an absolute frenzy.
“Ohh! Fuuck yeaaah…!” You arched your back, sinking your nails into their narrow shoulders, shaking and sputtering. Your pussy, squeezing and milking their thrusting cock. And then, their breath hitched, ruby eyes blown wide.
“Gahh! Y/N!” Uraume let out a soft cry, their hips giving one last good upward thrust, pushing their cock deep inside with all their might as they began to spasm. Then, they hastily pulled out at the last possible second, shooting ropes of sticky white cum all over the front of your uniform skirt.
“Oh shit…!” you laughed at that, too fucked silly to really care about the mess. Your body went limp against theirs, slumping forward, resting your chin on their shoulder, hugging them while you both caught your breaths. Whip-like arms wrapped loosely around your back, a hand cradling your head.
“Sorry…about, uh…” giggled Uraume in a daze of ecstasy. They nuzzled their face into your neck, breathing deeply, and exhaling a contented sigh, “Well…that sure was a nice break…”
“Mhm~” you hummed in agreement.
The rain continued hammering outside as you cuddled together in the backseat of your car. When you looked towards Uraume, you saw that they were already giving you that typical sentimental smile, sweat clumping the bright-colored locks of hair against their face.
“You have no idea…how long I’ve wanted this to happen, Y/N,” they admitted to you in a split second of vulnerability while rubbing your back in soothing circular motions.
You swept a stray lock of hair behind their ear and responded with: “I know…” then laughed, reverting to your old ways. And, to your surprise, Uraume joined in lightheartedly, seemingly unaffected by your joking nature this time.
For a moment the car was filled with nothing but the sounds of breathless giggling. Desire had chased you both long and hard and now it had finally caught up to you. Your feelings for Uraume only grew stronger and you ultimately submitted to them. Glad that you did. Only, you should’ve done this a while ago.
“That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had,” you told Uraume with a rare sincerity of your own. They grinned at that, eyes bashfully dodging yours, but their face displayed a glow of pride.
“I know,” they said. Then, realizing their own joke, began to chuckle. You laughed too, peering down at the glossy spill covering your skirt and thighs.
After taking another minute or two to cool down—and tidy yourselves up a bit—you checked your phone and saw that it’d been well over an hour since you and Uraume left for your break. You also had three missed calls from the boss followed by a text reading, “You’re fired!!!”
“So,” you regarded Uraume, who looked as though they had just gotten the same text on their phone, “need a business partner?”
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